#bogs/bog bodies my beloved

[fatuismooches]

Your fluff writing is soo good! Thank you so much for making this blog.

Can I request headcanons for Dotorre, Pantalone, and Capitano with a reader who's not used to the cold? I just moved from my extremely warm country to a really cold place, and am sniffling, shivering, and miserable 🥲🥲 If only there's someone to cover me in a boyfriend jacket and hold hands with something to keep me warm 😔😔

Dottore once went through the same thing, moving from Sumeru to Snezhnaya definitely affected him in the beginning. His younger self grumbled throughout his experiments as he was bogged down with the heavy winter coat (that Pierro so generously provided) while the native Snezhnayans felt pity for him, but dared not to look at him with that feeling. It was really a hindrance in the beginning, not even gloves could keep his fingers from stiffening. A big disappointment since he needed steady hands. However, a couple of centuries and body modifications later, make it so the cold is nothing special to him or his segments. It really doesn’t affect them much anymore.

So for once, Dottore can actually understand what you’re feeling. And even more surprisingly he can handle the situation in a relatively normal way! You look kind of ridiculous with the amount of layers he's made you wear, but he insists that this method will work. You'll build up resistance eventually! But you're probably not satisfied with this turn of events (you wanted cuddles, didn't you?) so just head on over to his segments. As long as they're not busy, feel free to take their artificially heated-up hands and move them around your body. It will feel very nice. Lucky you, who needs expensive heaters when you have the segments! But honestly, no matter how cold you are, don't give too much attention to them and neglect the original Dottore! Would he turn off the lab's heating and assign tasks to the segments to make you crawl back to him begging for warmth? Well, that's up to you.

Pantalone will not hear of your shivering and sniffling, no, not on his watch. What did you expect, that he'd let his beloved suffer like this when he has all the remedies at his fingertips? There's not much to say really. Thick, cozy blankets. A delicious hot beverage of your choice and hearty soup by the fireplace. Only the finest heaters in Teyvat. Warm, comfortable clothing. A seat on his lap if you prefer rather than the bed. The amount of things he does for you may have you feeling a little too hot, not just from the number of heat sources but his willingness to do all these things for you. (But please don't overheat.) He won't stop until your hands stop being two blocks of ice. And yes, you can steal his coat if you so desire. He has a lot more, don't worry about it. Hell, steal two or three if you like... one to wear, one to place over you, and one to... hold? Doesn't matter, Pantalone encourages it. And although he doesn't like seeing you cold, of course, he thinks you're just far too cute when you give him the puppy eyes for much-needed warmth and attention.

A part of it also stems from how many days and nights he spent cold and alone as a child, with nothing and no one to keep him warm. Often becoming sick from the conditions. So he knows exactly how it feels to be trembling and miserable. Which is why he will never let you suffer similarly, Pantalone cares for you far too much for you to ever endure anything related to that. He will make sure to keep your hands warm, as long as you keep his heart warm too.

Capitano feels quite glum, even though you can't exactly see that from his expression, you manage to read his general body language quite well, not to mention the stare you get when you sniffle for even a second. He himself doesn't feel the cold much either, being the very strong man he is. But Capitano wants to help you, he really does - he has led troops through all kinds of weather, including the biting cold - so he is aware of methods used to retain as much warmth as possible. So yes, he will make sure your closet has much warm clothing, although he has to awkwardly clear his throat when asking for your sizes. He will get confused as to why you steal his massively oversized clothing instead. He will make sure that soup is nutritious enough to keep your strength up (even though you're not a soldier...) Of course, the bed will be your cozy warm haven, the blankets are very nice and big considering how tall Capitano is.

Considering how Capitano isn't all that versed in things like this or taking care of people, you would thank him for all he's done for you. Except that he's forgotten one thing, you'd tease. Externally he looks the same as always. Internally he wonders if he's messed up and if he's upset you. Was he wrong to apply the logic of being a captain to his relationship with you? No, it's merely the fact that he has yet to cuddle you. Oh. That's all? But wouldn't all these blankets and sheets be better at warming you, your husband questions? Nope, you'd shush him before making yourself right at home and his lap. You are very strange, Capitano thinks.

Also just imagine them with their Harbinger coats, and you're inside of it! Stealing the warmth! Your head popping out as they give you kisses! <3

[aphroditesmoon]

hello love! they say you need some jace reqs soo i wanted to try. if you don't mind ofc. jace, being a lovesick puppy he is, is absolutely whipped by his betrothed. but one day he's just too tired/annoyed/riled up so when she does something stupid to make him smile he loses it. a stupid childish fight. yet he says smth harsh/rise his voice too much and as a result he has to witness her crying. his beloved. crying. because of him. cliche hurt/comfort but who doesn't need this boy to comfort them? sorry if you doesn't like it. thank u, though. your works are still fascinating!

andromeda

jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: angst w fluff ending

a/n: I'm sorry this tookm me so long my dear! and thank you for your kind kind words (⁠◠⁠ᴥ⁠◕⁠ʋ⁠)

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Andromeda's was his favorite type of flowers. A type of bog rosemaries. You remember how proud he was to show off his intellectual knowledge of flowers once he found out how keen were of plants and flowers.

The Red Keep's garden was barely a grand view, but he notices how you cherish them anyways.

You loved how much he loved to learn about you, about your interests and your views.

You'd imagine being betrothed without familiarity would make him distant, but he was more kinder and full of care than you could ever ask of.

You also loved how he loved you.

His beautiful rose, how he'd prick his whole body if it'd meant he'd get to hold you.

Though some days, it didn't feel like he would.

Not when he's not even listening to you talking or walking away when you've barely got a hold of him.

You feel your heart shrink at the subtle yet obvious pull of attention from his side.

This is it. You thought. His affections for me are being withdrawn as it always does with everyone else.

You'd thought it'd be different with him, but it seemed only silent trees wouldn't push you away of company.

His mood was solemn with everyone, you shrugged of your insecurities and wonder if you're overacting.

"My love, you haven't touched your meal at all." You remarked, watching him pick on his food and drown himself in his 5th glass of wine that night.

Abruptly, he stands up, glancing at you for a second before his eyes turn to the hallway.

"I shall leave to bed, I feel my appetite have lost." He answers shortly.

Immediately you stand and rush over him, your usual smile graced your face with a sprinkle of excitement.

"I'll accompany you!" You exclaimed, linking your hands with his.

He pursed his lips, trying to hide his tiredness with a barely spread smile at you as you finally reach your chambers.

The smile drops as fast as it comes as his hand leaves yours.

"Thank you for your company, I-" His words halted as the door of his chambers open.

His eyes squinted before it widened.

"Who- You did this?" His voice turns accusatory as he turns to you.

You maintained your smile and nodded. "Don't you like it? They're your favourite." You noted at the Andromeda's spread on his bed and placed on his bedside lamp.

He rushes inside and pushes the flowers off his bed as you walk behind him.

"Don't push it like that!" Your voice grew louder as panic laces it.

His eyes glares into yours as he faces you and pulls you out his room with a grab of your wrist.

"Don't pull this kind of shit again, I don't have time for your nonsense, [name]." He grits out as his grip losens.

You shake your head and feel your eyes burn. "I only wanted to make you happy, I- I wanted to do something for you, do you not loved them-" your voice cracks and you feel your eyes wells up.

His eyes widen again in rage. "Happy? I'm happy when I'm being left alone. I'm tired and now I have this pile of shit to clean." He snapped and slams the door on your face before you could get a word out.

Your held breath releases as tears fall down your cheeks.

You had no idea how many lurking servants had heard his outburst, and you did want to know.

You hold in your breath and your sobs as your feet drags you to your own chamber, head hung low, not daring to look up.

It was almost like you couldn't do a single thing right, just as your father had always told you, just as the whispers of the court ladies have always reminded you, it seemed that embarrassing yourself is only becoming more of you, if only you had kept to yourself.

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The next two days, you had not seen your betrothed anywhere, not that you made any effort to search for him. You surrounded yourself with books in the library, and took your meals alone in your room.

You owed him peace, and that was what you'd gave him.

His peace however, was cut short when he finds you in the corner of a bookshelf, sitting cross legged, head in a book.

"I thought I'd found you here." His voice woke you from your reading trance.

You find yourself silent as he takes you in.

His smile sheepish as his eyes bird guilt.

"I- I have not seen you, for a few days." He started.

You voice still struggles to speak, so you nod as an encouragement for him to continue, your eyes looking away from his.

He stops himself at first, kneeling down and sitting next to you.

His shoulder bumping into yours when he moves to look at you. Too close for your own comfort, his anger towards you still a lingering fresh memory.

His eyes moves from your face to the book you're reading.

"Old valyria history, you could've just asked me to tell you about it if you're ever curious." He says.

You couldn't help the snort that left you.

"So you could scream at me again?" You'd words beat you to the chase of your patience.

His flinches as if you've slapped him and his gaze turns pained.

"I hadn't meant it." He whispers lowly.

"And yet you haven't apologized either." You snapped.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will beg for it still." He starts.

Whatever remark you've prepared, died on your throat as his hands clasps yours, raising it to his lips, kissing it before splaying it on his chest.

"I've been the biggest idiot the world's ever known." You huffed, a smile threatening to break free.

"I wish I could take it all back, and I wish you had known I picked up every petal I pushed off my bed to keep safe in a vase, near me when I sleep. I didn't know why I blew up on you, but you were never the cause of my anger, and you should not have to deal with my wrath, my immature, stupid wrath."

His voice turns somber.

"Will you forgive me, my sweet love.* He attempts, eyes begging at you with so much sincerity you could not do anything but nod.

"I'm sorry too, I only wanted-" He interjects before you could finish, shaking his head.

"Never apologize, not to me, not to anyone. You're actions were as pure as your heart, It's I that should be groveling at your feet, and yet you spare me the misery."

You sniffed away tears and laugh shortly at his antiques.

"You're so dramatic Jace, I forgive you my prince, I always will." A smile finally appears on him as his hand moves to remove a strand of your hair away from your face.

He leans forward and bumps his nose on yours. "Does this mean you'll finally grace me with a kiss my lovely?" He teases, voice still quavering.

You giggle and answer him with your lips indulging his. His warms tongue not hesitating to slip in yours as his hands pulls you up into his lap.

He groans as your fingers laced his hair and pulls it as he sucks on your bottom lip.

"My pretty flower, what have I ever done to deserve such a gift as you." He mumbles against your throat as his lips moves down you neck, kissing and biting.

You grin at his words and close your eyes, relaxing in his touch.

"Do not fret, know that all is forgiven, you have of as much power over me as I do to you." You replied before laying your head on his chest, his arms fast around you.

[pilesofpillows]

Like Real People Do || Attoye Excerpt

Attoye Week Day 1: First Kiss

A/N: Here begins my Hozier Anthology… there will be two Attoye Week fics inspired by my beloved Celtic Bog Faerie.

I hope you enjoy this lil snackie for @attoye-week

The dress was white.

One shouldered with a fitted, intricately beaded bodice, a similarly besparkled sleeve, and a skirt that pooled around her feet— and it was white.

Stark and breathtaking, carefully thought out, beautifully and painstakingly crafted— and it was white.

Okoye stared at the full-length mirror, and a bride stared back at her, somber as she was stunning.

She’d be married anew, cloaked in grief— wasn’t that fitting?

At least her outward appearance would match the inner turmoil rollicking through her body.

“You look beautiful.” Izefia spoke in a reverent tone from behind Okoye, making the final adjustments to the fit.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Okoye gave the woman a forced smile. The same smile she’d plastered on through every dress fitting and council meeting and treaty mediation and contract negotiation. It was cracked at the edges and never reached her eyes. But it had saved her from endless questions and empty reassurances, so it became the only form of armor she possessed.

Izefia grinned back proudly, just as she had when she’d presented the dress earlier that morning. Okoye didn’t– couldn’t begrudge the elder woman’s pride. Her work was always exceptional, no matter the occasion. It was why she’d been chosen to design Okoye’s wedding dress.

The dress she would wear to marry her new husband and cement her kingdom’s new alliance. The dress she would wear to provide Shuri with a measure of protection while she healed and keep the nation that she’d bled and spilled blood for whole.

“Just one more thing,” the tailor said, gesturing to one of her assistants.

The young woman stepped onto the raised platform with Okoye and Izefia, arms gingerly cradling yet another white piece of fabric. Okoye kept her eyes on the mirror, watching Izefia reach for one end of the garment, delicately lift it, and move behind her. She heard the faintest of clicks, and Izefia’s arms encircled her, careful hands securing a jewel-encrusted belt to her waist with another soft click.

“Oh.” Okoye breathed a soft sigh of wonder as the tailor moved her hands, her eyes fixed on the center of her midsection.

The belt was not white.

The top edge was lined with pearls and diamonds like the bodice of the dress, but the rest was an explosion of color that nearly made her weep. Aquamarines and emeralds swirled with yellow topaz and onyx to form a pattern she knew intimately. And at the center of it all: a sapphire. It’s blue so rich and deep it felt like coming home.

Her eyes watered, and she sucked in a deep breath, meeting Izefia’s gaze in the mirror once more.

The older woman smiled gently and fanned out the skirt affixed to the belt, revealing the familiar blue-dotted pattern of concentric circles and lines. The Border Tribe. Home.

A single tear trailed down her cheek, and Okoye choked on the grateful sob trying to crawl out its way out of her throat.

“Thank you.”

Izefia turned Okoye and cupped her face, carefully wiping the lone tear from her cheek. “You are as much his bride as he is your husband. But first and foremost, you will always be a daughter of Wakanda.”

~ magis postmodum ~

A/N 2: It’ll get better, I promise 😅

Thank you for reading! Can’t wait until Attoye Week begins! 💕💕💕

[kabutoraiger]

fun find at the used bookstore the other day since their horror section is usually pretty sparse. had to stop myself from saying Holy Fuck out loud upon picking it up and seeing that guy. retro horror book covers you will always be famous to me

as for the actual stories inside,

son of celluloid - really cool concept of a monster in a movie theater that can like send your ass to the Movie Dimension and shapeshift itself into old film stars to lure you in with a beloved face and gets stronger the more it is "perceived"

however i really did not understand part of the lore of this creature which was that it partially grew out of cancer cells...?? what does that have to do with the rest of this... and unfortunately this story gets bogged down with the central POV character who is a fat woman, which is obviously fine, but like half of her narration is just thinking about how she hates being soo fat and how men aren't into her which is just. :/

also it made me question if clive has ever actually seen dumbo. dumbo's ears were his notable feature, my guy. that's kind of the whole thrust of the film.

rawhead rex - this is the only one i'd heard of in advance and it's certainly... memorable.

again the idea here is kino with this beast from ancient times being unleashed on this blase little british town and kind of plunging them back into a more primal state of being. the descriptions of rawhead and especially of him eating the children is like. viscerally freaky and horrible.

but the decision to write some scenes from the POV of rawhead himself is... i dunno. like i do think the story would feel a bit unfinished without his perspective so it's more How they're written, i guess, in this very normal voice that just makes him come across as a simple animal crossed with a petulant cruel teenager or something, and thus kind of ruining his scariness. maybe that was part of the intention and i just didn't fully get it? to me it would've been better for his POV to read as very stylized & different from the humans somehow.

and god i wish there didn't have to be so much piss involved. the demonic watersports scene got me staring off into the distance with a tired resignation

confessions of a pornographer's shroud - relatively simple ghostly revenge story. due to being told in big part from the POV of the ghost i can't call this one particularly scary, but the base idea of taking the silly halloweencore ghost wearing sheet and turning that into an actual serious haunting is fun.

scapegoats - a ship gets beached on a creepy little island they hadn't even noticed on the map which turns out to be a burial ground for tons of unidentified bodies who washed up there during the world wars.

the ending bit of this one was pretty effective but i can't get over my disappointment that this island wasn't more like lovecraftian in origin, which felt plausible based on initial descriptions of it. half alive corpses are scary sure but i wanted At The Shitty English Island of Madness instead.

also there's one part that felt straight out of one of junji ito's weirder oneshots which made me laugh out loud and im not sure the humor was intended.

human remains - sex worker goes home with a guy and finds some kind of sentient human sized statue in his bathtub which then proceeds to start following him around and taking on his identity & exact appearance.

probably my favorite in this book which feels odd to say since it's the least horror out of them. the MC's reaction to this creature eventually becomes almost friendly or loving, and the creature is polite and well spoken and though it kills people it generally only does so to live. very interesting. a story that it's difficult to imagine a straight author writing. could probably read some layers of metaphor into it if you were inclined

[sherbet-shark]

Hello! Can I request for 🌸 15 "I will not ask you where you come from. I will not ask you, neither should you. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips." by Hozier with Malleus? Hozier and Malleus both give bog prince vibes hahaha and I think it fits him nicely. Thank you!

Honeyed kisses

Author’s Note: This line matches with Malleus, I think, a lot! It’s beautifully eerily yet still has the subtexts of forlornness. I’m not sure what you mean by bog prince, but when I looked it up. It came up with the love interest of Love is Strange?? Please correct me if I’m sorely wrong xD.

It’s not a problem at all. I think Malleus is a fun character. He opens a lot of gateways for possible angst and lore building while still having a touch of inexperience. In this fic, I wanted to tackle his responsibility to his birthright, isolation, and that reader isn’t Mc/Yuu but a person that also summoned alongside Yuu.

╰┈➤ Also for the eng/new players, “Valley of Thorns” is Briar Valley. I liked the Japanese version of the country name a little more but I do like the reference to Sleeping Beauty for the ENG ver.

Trigger Warnings: Brief mentions of death, light angst, kissing, secret relationship, fae and human discrimination hints lore.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Malleus Draconia, mysterious heir apparent of the Valley of Thorns, once his studying has been completed, will claim the throne to be king. He never thought he’d even have a romantic partner at the esteemed magical school. The fae prince was content with learning all he could about the world outside his kingdom. But ever since you came into his life, things have taken an unexpected turn! But you must keep your union a secret due to his royal status. It leads you to this very moment, reveling in the company of stars and moon in the endless blanket of the night sky, twinkling at the lovers.

Sitting at your cluttered desk, full of papers and textbooks, you peer out your bedroom window, a soft cacophony of blush pink and honey colors stretching across the dappled skies. You marvel at how picturesque this fleeting moment of dusk is. The sight was something out of a painting, and the serenity and wonder made a smile appear on your face. The colors of the oncoming night were a beauty, but it was also a sign for you to get ready for your nightly meetup with someone dear to you.

Twisting your body in your chair, you could feel the muscles in your back strain, and cracks welcome your ears. You could already feel the soreness from being hunched over and scribbling on your math paper. Luckily, this packet wasn’t due till two days from now, so you could take a much-needed break from the never-ending equations. Scooting the chair back, you rose, walked to your closet, and retrieved your trusty jacket.

Malleus aimlessly wanders around his dorm as he through the dreary windows of the cobblestone castle to the skies above to see the vibrant colors fade in the darkness. Bright stars slowly start to flicker to life as he thoughtfully stares at the heavens. Despite his youth with fellow Fae countrymen, it was odd to remember that he’s been alive for a long time. Throughout his life, he met great rulers, people of unspeakable power and authority of their time.

His knowing eyes had seen and heard so many fleeting things, the tides of change ebbing at his beloved homeland. The country’s queen, his grandmother, was an excellent ruler, her words clad with eons of wisdom and love and welfare for her people in every action. He aspired to be a great ruler like his Grandmother. Soon, after his schooling ended at Night Raven College, he would assume the crown and become king but with new knowledge of the outside world and inklings of experience.

These years of his overseas learning wouldn’t only give him social experience with people from different walks of life and a way to understand the other governments of the world, to study how advanced the other nations were with technology and how the world spun now. It was a surprise for Malleus to see how much progress the humans had over his people, despite how short the human lifespan is compared to the Fae. A people grounded in deep-seated traditions and influential magic users populated his kingdom in stark contrast to the human’s contemporary and technological advances.

But after his enrollment, he had concluded that it would be impossible to say the feats and strides weren’t admirable. It still left the youthful prince in a state of amazement and alarm; he knew that the world was in relative peace, but he was taught to expect change. His people and himself needed to learn more about this alien world with the uncertainty of the future. The crown’s weight would sometimes be on his mind, but he never neglected his birthright. That would be unbecoming, and if he did, his court wouldn’t take kindly to that. No, he wasn’t blind to his court’s mixed with displeasure whispers and looks of approval when he announced his enrollment to the prestigious school for magic.

The raven-haired fae was adept and powerful in all sorts of magic but still made his advisors wary of their crown prince leaving their country for nine months for four years. But as he suggested to the Queen and the court, Lilia Vangrouge, the honored general, to accompany the Princeling. During the draconic-fae’s first year, Lilia had sworn to keep him safe, then, as a year passed, Silver enrolled to keep the heir safe, and now the enthusiastic Sebek soon joined the knights’ ranks to serve his highness. The years passed, but his objective still stayed the same. The distant prince intended to learn all he could for his benefit and his people.

But as the world had it, you appeared. It seemed out of thin air, but it was fortunate to meet a person who did not know how important he was, considering his royal status and who appeared to be fearless. Approaching the foreboding was either out of fearlessness or pigheadedness, and either of those options was a dangerous gambit.

You were putting yourself on a limb walking up to an unknown horned man. You were no fool to his suffocating and cold aura that this man emitting waves felt like, but something in the hands of the fates wrote in their sacred book that this odd pair were meant to be more than two fleeting strangers. He marveled at this human’s brazen demeanor as they spoke to him. The green-eyed man was left wondering if your brashness was out of fearlessness or ignorance.

Draconia was all the more intrigued by this magicless human before him. Malleus wasn’t dull in the slightest. He knew he ought to be respected and feared for the power he possessed, literal and figurative. The dragon Fae did not mind his peer’s hesitant and frightened gazes not anymore. He came to think that in the grand scheme of things, their whispers and stares did not matter much to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t crave something more in his mind. Everything laid before him was temporary: the stars above, the seas below, the race’s life spans, and the beastmen’s paled in comparison to the proud Fae’s life. Humans are even more fleeting. All that mattered was the well-being of his kingdom and his people.

If that meant isolating himself even from even his trusted companions, then so be it. His responsibility to the crown and his birthright meant more to him than passing friendships with those around him, yet that does not mean the young heir couldn’t crave something more than the formalities of the court and those around him. Now, what exactly this ‘something’ was made the prince falter. What was it that he wanted? Was it the camaraderie? Was it to gain a confidante that understood his responsibility? He was still young. Lilia would remark at times while alone. Such youth, in the eyes of the olden general, cackled at the dorm leader’s peculiar naive queries. He still had much to learn, Lilia would fondly state as the vice dorm leader warmly smiled at Malleus.

The Diasomia leader folds his arms across his chest, one of his hands perches underneath his chin in thoughtful repose. The fading colors of the day disappear, and the night’s darkened reign slowly takes over from the window he looks out of, altogether forgoing something equally important. His mind wanders once more into his first meeting with you. The scent of magic didn’t waft from your person when you met. Usually, he’d be able to smell the aroma of magic from those gifted with the talent, no matter how faint. But you didn’t seem to have any traces of the coveted gift, which perturbed him. Only people with magic were enrolled at Night Raven College.

But as the months passed, with what seemed like a blink of an eye, your initial passing meetings became more frequent, and day by day, you got closer to the mysterious man. Malleus found you amusing, with your continuous questioning and carefree attitude you put on around the heir. Were you that oblivious to who he was, or did you try to get something for your gain by acting like you had no clue who he was? If it was the former, you did a good job keeping the future king fascinated, but once you showed your colors, he wouldn't hold back any of his spite.

But as the days flew by, the idea of your deception disappeared from his mind as you understood each other. You thought he was mysterious and intimidating, but all the same, it intrigued you to keep trying to befriend him and never answering any of his questions as to where you were from or how you came to be. The only thing quenching his curiosity was your vague answers, but eventually, something unexpected resulted in this coy game of cat and mouse. Or Lizard and mouse?

The dorm leader wistfully sighs, waking from his stupor of memories. The sky was now turning to a blanket of obsidian speckled white flickering dots greeting his focused gaze, the traces of the once colorful sky bid adieu. The pearl white moon glimmers and the moonlight outlines the crescent shape of the celestial body above. There was a mystique about this particular moon phase Malleus noted but never mind that. He let out another regretful grunt. Time once again slipped from his grasp. It wasn’t the first time either. It seemed that Fae’s internal clocks worked differently than humans no matter how hard he tried to best Father Time.

Even for a critical time such as this, the dorm leader glances sideways as he sees oddly alone in the comforts of the hall. Perfect time for a midnight stroll, and hopefully, you were still there at the agreed-upon area. Who knows how long you waited for him, and in the back of his mind, while it would pain him, it wouldn’t surprise him to be left alone in the company of the stars and moon. The crown prince retrieves his magical pen from his pocket and disappears into a cloud of soft green fireflies in his wake.

Draconia appears before a small forest. Malleus recalls talking with you about this and your private sessions together. He starts to stride through the dark woodlands, raven hair flowing behind him, sweeping away from his stoic face. His dorm uniform cascaded from his fast yet dominant pace. The crowded trees reveal a small field of wildflowers; moonlight guides his experienced movements and spots a figure quickly closing the distance. He instinctively tenses as he observes the figure close the distance between the two, yet a familiar yell-like whisper makes him relax, and a soft chuckle rolls from his lips.

“Do you have any idea how long I was waiting out here for you? An hour and twenty; you're lucky I have a jacket with me.” Squinting your eyes at the tall Fae, you scold him. You grip your arms and rub your hands up and down. While it wasn’t bone-chilling outside, it still had a touch of frost in the air.

“Yes, I sincerely apologize for keeping you so long, my rose. I got lost in my thoughts. I shall do my best next time to be more punctual.” The vibrato of his deep voice tries to soothe his love and apologizes with a forlorn expression painting his face; his haunting green eyes convey such a storm of emotions, both known and not.

You mutter half-heartedly and roll your eyes, arms unfolding as you move closer to the dorm leader. “It better be a good thought then. Do try to remember when we meet like this, though. But I’m happy you came.” The crescent moon peeks behind Malleus' form, perfectly sculpting the curves of his face and body. His lime green eyes stare into yours as you go to touch him. You marveled at how expressive his eyes were at times.

He had a deep loyalty to his people, and the responsibility weighed heavy on his shoulders. That’s why you offered him a simple yet thoughtful solution, to hide your union. Your suggestion miffed Malleus; while you defended your idea, he felt as if you were preparing for the worst or that you were ashamed of who had your heart. He certainly didn't feel any shame by your side, but at the same time, he had to commend your foresight, and as he graciously listened, the prince conceded.

It would be a massive deal to the people if they caught wind of their crown heir frivolously courting a person with no magic and who was not even a resident of Twisted Wonderland and no longer being with that person. That is also to say you would still feel the same as you do now. Nevertheless, the way Malleus’ would look at you at times, so unadulteratedly full of affection, made you feel a little more secure, but if that time came, you'd sweat those details when you got to that bridge.

“Oh yes, it was a good thought. I recalled the past. Now, how can I amend your time wasted on me? Perhaps a waltz in the moonlight? Or something more?” His voice etched with lighthearted teasing as he swept you into his warm reach, still peering beside him.

“Hmm, let me think.” A cheeky grin sets on your face as you lean into his familiar touch. The atmosphere between the two lovers was sweet and coveted, with only the twinkling stars and moon as their witnesses. You can sense the tall man patiently waiting to hear his lover’s request, and you pretend to think about what he could do for you. You already had your answer but weren't sure if he’d be comfortable with your jest.

Wriggling from his hand on your waist, turning to face him, you confidently state. You softly poke fun at Malleus’ in-depth thinking. You did want to kiss him but so that he’d feel happy. You gathered that his upbringing was old-fashioned, and in the back of your mind, you doubted he’d do so before marriage, but it was a nice thought, and you have something to tease him about. “I know, kiss me. Then I may find it in my heart to forgive, my forgetful prince.”

Malleus’ face flashes in bewilderment, almost making you want to take a picture of it as you hold back a laughing fit; you swore you would've seen him blush. Damnit lighting, you internally cursed as you snickered at his face. The person before Malleus had no problem being so bold, and it frankly made the prince glad to joke about with him; that, aside from what you wished for, made the dorm leader’s heart fastened and cheeks warmed. Lost in your laughing fit, you didn't see the equally playful coy smirk stretched across his face as he chuckled.

“If that is what you wish. Come to me then.” That one sentence left you a sputtering, embarrassing mess as you nervously gulped down your nerves. His authoritative command added more to your flustered mind, meekly approaching the Fae.

Hesitantly asked the dorm leader, “You’re not joking, right?” Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you tilted your head to his face to see if he meanly poked fun at your desire, but the way he met your gaze with a determined gleam in his eyes, he lightly shook his head, displeasing your worries.

“No, why would I lie to you, my rose? My heart is yours, and while we may be fleeting. I want to savor every moment with you as much as I can. In public or private. You're the only one I wish to love.” Malleus cups your cheeks in his gloved hands; despite how naive those words may be out of his long life, they make your heart swoon.

Accompanied by the celestial stars above you and Malleus, press your lips together sweetly. His lips were soft and tasted faintly of vanilla and honey, his comforting scent of pine trees and the smell of when the first rainfall fell upon the land. Breathing him in, you deepen your first hesitant kiss with your prince snaking your arms around his broad back and leaning into him. Slow and deliberate moves against your bodies, you both got used to kissing. Malleus had enough of playing coy as the raven-haired fae delved into your lips; he couldn't get enough of you. The gentle absent-minded circles you drew on his back to the moonlight graced your face.

Pulling away from Draconia in a breathless stupor, a dazed smile meets Malleus’ flushed expression, “My prince of honey.”

Tag list: @rrasado, @millybesippin, @hey-its-cweepy @luvielle

[fictionkinfessions]

I've seen a few "Troy is trans (either FtM or MtF depending on the specific theory)" things stated by the fandom and like... I guess that's a valid interpretation based purely on canon, how conjoined twins (triplets in my canon but twins in source-canon) work, and all that, but that's just not how I remember it. He and I may both have been not-quite-endosex (I think altersex would be the best term for it in this world, as someone who is now physically endosex as far as I know, I'm very uncomfortable claiming that any other relevant term applies, plus I'm unaware of the specifics so I'm not sure if it's something that happens in this world anyway, and in my case specifically, it was literally that I was joined to him in such a way that like half my body was missing, I was born needing to be turned into a cyborg to live without being physically attached to him, so that complicates AGAB determination, and our parents didn't think genetics really mattered that much when trying to deal with two physically disabled children and Tyreen), but neither of us was AFAB certainly. And he certainly wasn't a trans woman, he trusted me so much, he loved me so much, he would have told me.

I feel torn between "I am trans in this life and appreciate the idea of representation even if it's a headcanon, and I see so much potential in Troy being trans speaking from a purely literary perspective", "wow, the fandom really doesn't seem to want to acknowledge that people aren't always strictly male or female biologically", and "he was literally my brother, please shut up about him being a girl, please don't claim he had experiences he didn't, please acknowledge what he actually was". I wish I would see more "maybe he wasn't either a bog-standard cis man and the creators threw biology out the window or a trans person of either gender" but that'll probably never happen because tbh canon really did not do my siblings justice, yes, they were annoying (/affectionate, sort of, specifically towards Troy) streamers, yes they enjoyed immature humor (we all did, we were basically teenagers), but there was something more there.

Weirdly, the "Tyreen is trans (MtF)" comments don't bother me at all. Like, sure, it wasn't true in my canon, but Idc. It's probably because I really didn't like nor care about her at all and even hated her guts (mostly because of how she treated my dear, beloved brother) so I don't give half a shit about people being wrong about her.

x

[kybee1497]

Fic tag game

Tagged by @dark-visitors (thanks Visi!!)

1) How many works do you have on Ao3?

75

2) What's your Ao3 word count?

300,411

3) What fandoms do you write for?

So so many, lol. Jatp, Wednesday, descendants, do revenge, first kill, Batman (eventually, I have plans okay I just haven’t like done it yet). I’ve also written one fic each for bridgerton and wynonna earp.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Season of Woe (Wenclair - Wednesday)

Don’t talk to me or my scary goth gf ever again (Wenclair - Wednesday)

Bat vs. bug (calliete - first kill)

Fire in my blood (Wenclair - Wednesday)

Hate to say I told you so (Kathony - Bridgerton)

5) Do you respond to comments?

Yes? I really try to, I’m just horrifically bad at actually getting to each comment. I think overall I respond to like 50% of comments in a super nonsensical order.

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

Ha. Hahahahaha I’ve actually been yelled at many many times for this fic and it was so so worth it

Always by your side

Also

Never saw you coming (I’ll never be the same) Aka Luke leaves

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

Oh fuck idk, I love me some fluff. If we’re going purely based off of soft fluffy vibes it’s laughing at clouds so dark above, the suns in my heart (I’m ready for love) or dancing to the rhythm of your heartbeat

8) Do you get hate on fics?

No thank god, I would cry for days

9) Do you write smut? What kind?

… maybe so. I’m a kink girlie what can I say.

10) Do you write cross-overs?

No? No, not yet anyways.

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! I wrote a Bridgerton fic with my beloved wife Rach @itsthebooks (whomst almost divorced me last week but she did not file the paperwork so it’s all good 😂) for the bridgerton troped round last year. I am a menace and would not shut up about this fic until it was written. It was a lot of fun tho!!

Hate to say I told you so

13) What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oh god most of them. The adhd hypefocus gremlin is a bitch and a half when she changes fixations. I really want to finish promise me you’ll catch me but I’ve been stalled out on the third chapter for like 2 years. I also want to finish here we go again but I’m pretty sure I wrote myself into a corner and idk how to fix it without trashing it and rewriting and I don’t have the patience for that.

14) What's your all-time favourite ship?

Again adhd hyperfocus gremlin rules my heart and mind so it depends on the day tbh. In terms of longest reigning ships it’s jukebox and bellarke. Currently I’m obsessed with all things batfam (familial/platonic obvi) and DCU

15) What are your writing strengths?

I’m really good at diving into a characters head and the way they think. One of my fave Fics, writing wise doesn’t have any dialogue or specific action, it’s more character study than anything else. It’s really easy for me to just write and be able to flow through memory’s and thoughts and feelings and how the character experiences the world. I’m sure there’s a word for it I’m just not remembering but it’s my favorite kind of writing

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

Um probably that I get really bogged down in action heavy scenes, I focus too much on where they’re bodies physically are and what movements they’re making and it takes me a billion years to write and I think I put in too much detail but I never know how to trim it down???

17) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

There’s a reason I’ve only failed 4 classes in my life and 2 were math and 2 were a foreign language. It is a struggle for me. I don’t want to have to work that hard to write and also I’m afraid of fucking it up cause google translate is not reliable. I’ll do the occasional word or term of endearment but that’s pretty much it. Usually if the characters are speaking another language I’ll mention it in story and then write the dialogue in English

18) First fandom you wrote for?

Jatp

19) Favourite fic you've ever written?

No, you can’t make me 🥺

Always by your side cause I’m so fucking proud of the pain I unleashed

As if it’s really that easy to get over you (just snap your fingers) the aforementioned fic with very little dialogue or action, just vibes and character study into drea from do revenge

20) What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

I have no idea, I’m vaguely hoping to rewrite here we go again one day but tbh I barely have the focus to fics the first time.

Tagging: @itsthebooks @a-tomb-with-a-view @wr0temyway0ut @thatbitchmabel @fandomscraziness22 @angelofarts and anyone else that wants to do it, I’m so tired and totally blanking rn

[smute]

Hiiieee omg hey hello yes hi 🥰 welcome to my tumper bog 🧌

no minors 🔞

will (soft-) block new followers if you have an empty blog / no age in ur bio / rancid vibes

my letterboxd 🍿

TAG GUIDE:

housekeeping:

#& = og posts and comments on rebogs

#ask = answered asks

#anon = anon asks

#my face = selfies and og pics 😎

#moochies = mutuals and things i was tagged in 💕

#tag game = tag games

#ask game = ask games

smut:

i stopped tagging #nsfw bc i was very inconsistent with it but i still use it as a blanket thing for hardcore stuff (which i dont rb very often).

update march '23: decided to start tagging #nudity again to make filtering easier for my followers. i'll use it for all kinds of naked people (full, partial, sexual, non-sexual, etc.) in addition to the existing community tags and my own thirst tags. let's see if i can keep it up 🥴 if you want to be on the safe side feel free to block individual tags as well:

#ah ohhh big honkin boobies some massive mmmmommy milkers huge hombers like massive gazongas just enormous milkin hooters = the prize-winning tiddy tag

#thirst tag

#just a hole etc

#full cocking balls = 🍆 and 🍒

#omg nobody look hes ass = butts 🍑

#ough veiny = veiny body parts

#ough hairy = hairy men

#hands = 👋

#slutty slutty stache = mustache pics 👨🏻

#sigh = gay kissies 💋

#tenderness = touch and skin and general physical intimacy

oh and i use "👁️👁️" in a few other horny tags so if you filter that too you should be good <3

general sfw things:

#adhd = adhd stuff

#fav = things i want to find again ❤️

#ref = useful information

#mecore = smutecore 🥺

#is he single = sfw thirst tag

#in many ways i am a large pickup truck = its true i am

#bopo = body image things, body positivity/neutrality

#always reblog = poasts i know ive reblogged a lot 🔄

#german stuff = german stuff 🇩🇪

#want and #shopping list = stuff i want, mostly earrings 🛒

text:

#poetry = poems

#words = words 📖

#note to self = kind motivational things/advice/general positivity ☀️

#lit = lit studies including all my hot takes 🤓

#ling = linguistics

#writing = writing 📝

visual:

#art = mostly paintings 🖼️

#photography = photography 📷

#portrait = portraits

#people = duh

#dudes chilling sexily = art of dudes chilling sexily (tm harsha)

#men with books = 3 guesses

#arch = architecture

#homes = interiors

#dream home = exteriors lmao

#donttouchme = remote hice 🏡

#they dont make them like this anymore = old books📕

#vestiture = clothes shoes bags jewelry etc

#10/10 would wear = also clothes 💃🏼

#embroidery = embroidery 🪡

nature:

#i miss the sea = water 🌊

#so liedownable = soft grass 🌱

#moistcore = gratifying wetness

#ah yes. the gnarled branch rough and twisted beckons you to dream = gnarled branches

#hills to roll down = rolldownable hills

#frühling = spring 🌷

#sommer = summer 🌞

#herbst = fall 🍁

#winter = ☃️

#i want snow = snow and ice ❄️

#strawbebbies my beloved = 🍓

#me i pet him wethands style = soft animals; mostly dogs

#our michael = old photos of cats 🐈

#ough dr puderzucker = corgis 🐶

#pasum = possum pics 🐾

#horse girl tag = irl hoarsies and rdr2 🐎

vibes:

#god i wish that were me = stuff i wish i could be

#i think that would fix me = things that would fix me

#lovecore = 💕🥰

#slutcore = self-explanatory 🖤

#snorkmimicore = oh so eepy 🥱

#on all levels except physical i am a smoker = smokers being hot and cool 🚬

#BANABA = 🍌

#ough = ough

#ough ough <3 = things that sometimes make me go ough ough <3

#100% ough ough <3 = things that always make me go ough ough <3

#wholesome = wholesome things 💖

places:

#i miss london = london 🇬🇧

#ough pawwis = paris 🇫🇷

#vedi napoli e poi muori & #italianpoasting = italy 🇮🇹

#island = iceland 🇮🇸 (and the faroe islands 🇫🇴)

#americana = norf america 🇨🇦🇺🇸🇲🇽

#fucking switzerland = 🇨🇭

#trains = trains 🚂

media:

#to watch = stuff i wanna watch 📺

#to read = book recs and articles 📚

#read later = reblogged without reading

#the lonely city my beloved = fantastic book

#penis wakt = twin peaks

#vincent van gogh = 🎨

#florence + the machine = fatm stuff

#music = songs

i also use a few common trigger and content warnings, but i'm the most consistent with things related to EDs, dieting, weight loss, and fatphobia

format: "[thing]" or "[thing] tw"/ "[thing] cw"

backups:

bluesky🦋

[brightbeautifulthings]

Golem by P.D. Alleva

"'You should. Great books are like a blueprint...a survival manual disguised as fiction. As folklore. Because the truth hides in plain sight and those that see have to hide and those that can't see...well, they're just a part of the plan.'"

Year Read: 2023

Rating: 2/5

About: When John Ashton makes detective, his first case is to follow up on a lead to a missing child. The D.A.'s daughter vanished years ago, but a patient at a psychiatric hospital, Alena Francon, claims to have new information on her. She weaves a tale of demonic conspiracy throughout the New York City elite, statues come to life, and sinister rings of pedophilia and human sacrifice, all centered around a mysterious figure she calls Golem. It's so outlandish it can't possibly be real, but when one of her old socialite friends, Annette Flemming, confirms Golem's existence, John is forced to reconsider everything he believes to be true about the world. I received a free e-copy from the author in exchange for an honest review. Trigger warnings: Everything. Character/child death (on-page, graphic), human sacrifice, rape/pedophilia, cannibalism, child abuse, torture, medical horror/lobotomy, graphic gore/body horror, severe illness/injury, violence, guns, gaslighting/manipulation, threats, vomiting, slurs, racism, xenophobia, sexism, questionable treatment of bisexuality, potential cultural appropriation. Graphic NSFW content.

Thoughts: Well, that was depressing. I want to preface this review by saying I had reservations about accepting this book because I typically don’t find Satanism/cults to be that interesting in horror. I like to support small press authors, but I should have gone with my instinct, because I also hate giving low ratings to small press authors, and here we are. I really believe this was a case of it just being the wrong fit for me, and I think the otherwise overwhelmingly positive reviews support that. If this sounds like something you would like, don't let my review put you off.

This book is oddly structured. The description gives the impression that the detective, John Ashton, is going to be the main character in unraveling this supernatural mystery. However, what happens is that John's case is little more than a framing story for Alena's tale, and in my opinion, it's the weakest part of the book. John is barely on the page, and he does little but sit there and tell us that Alena's story can't possibly be real. It's Alena's history that takes up the bulk of the novel, and I'm not sure why it's framed as a flashback when it's roughly the middle fifty percent of the book. Instead of getting invested in it, I kept waiting for it to circle back to John, but that only happens near the end. I think there could have been a better way to structure and pace this, maybe by breaking Alena's history up into smaller pieces uncovered in John's investigation, or by developing his investigation more (it's actually over very quickly, time-wise). I'm not sure, just that it comes off a bit unwieldy as-is.

It's also quite long in general, and if you're familiar with my reviews, you know I feel that books should have a very good reason to be over five hundred pages. It's over-written at times, and I got bogged down in some of the repetitive descriptions. Too many adjectives, too much chanting, too many bodily fluids. The actual story, I think, is pretty interesting when we get to it, and there's a unique twist on hell/outer space that I don't see often. (To be fair, I don't read a lot of science fiction either, but the only authors I can think of that even touch on this concept are Christopher Pike, my beloved, and V. Castro). It definitely ventures into some grotesque topics--pedophilia, human sacrifice, child abuse--that are central to the story, which is something to be aware of if you’re easily triggered.

It wasn't the horror so much that put me off, but this book is badly in need of a sensitivity reader. The biggest red flag is using a Romani woman as a villain and frequent uses of a slur. (For the record, "gypsy" is always a slur, and a sensitivity reader would know that.) I did enjoy the fact that her name is Maleva, which seems like a nod to The Wolf Man (1941), but that movie is eighty years old. Representation has come a long way since then. It also bothered me that, of the two graphic sex scenes in the book, one of them is with a demon and the other is between two women. I don't have any problem with men writing loving, non-exploitative wlw relationships, but in a novel where all the sex is part of some human sacrifice/pedophilia ritual, putting it alongside those felt like saying it was equally deviant-- and, ouch. There are also some comments about women in the narrative from both male and female characters I didn't care for, but I don't know if it's meant to be a reflection of the time period or true feelings. I'm also uncertain about the use of Mayan and Jewish culture (Xibalba and golems, respectively), particularly in making a villain out of golems, which are often portrayed as protectors of Jewish people.

After so long in these characters' perspectives, the ending is abrupt, and there isn’t a lot of closure on a plot level. Throughout the novel, we have the sense that characters are pawns in a game much bigger than they are. The downside is that they have almost no weapons with which to fight against that level of cosmic corruption and conspiracy, and it shows. The truth is there are no heroes in this novel, just victims and abettors. It's quite bleak throughout, and almost everything is left open-ended. There's the impression that this cycle has continued throughout history and will continue on into the future as well, regardless of any one or two humans trying to fight against it or any temporary victories.

[edaworks]

So um, yes I do also play the redheaded stepchild of the Fallout franchise with my housemate because it’s the only multiplayer Fallout option we have, hooray. Here’s a quick piece of my 76 character, VJ D’Milieu.

She enjoys:

- Sofia Daguerre, my beloved (again with my characters and the loveable geeks)

- Daphne (Sofia and VJ and kiddo Daphne = adorkable geeky family. Headcanon is that she also has at least one bio kid b/c she volunteered as surrogate and bio-mom for a pair of friends, the female-bodied of which could not carry a child)

- scavenging, collecting the group’s ammo back off dead enemies - PLEASE take back your #$&!ing railway spikes so she can walk

- creature taming - enjoys having a giant guard sloth to greet visitors

- hazardous materials acquisition - bring on the glowing flora

- trespassing on others’ property to see the cool shit they built

- reestablishing the West Virginian Minutemen Responders, including supplying her buddy’s infirmary (my housemate built her main camp into a Responders hospital and I love it)

- building camps that create foot travel access through/across otherwise impassable natural barriers on the map (usually cliffs)

- being the group chemist/herbalist: her main camp/house/shelter are FILLED with plants. Also the group repair master/ammosmith - grats, you still haven’t run out of ammo and your gear is still intact as we begin the 347th scorchbeast fight of today’s Cranberry Bog session

- non-raid combat: melee or sniping; raid combat: begrudgingly resigned to using spin-up heavy weapons and complementing perk set/SPECIAL loadout

She dislikes:

- The Overseer. VJ thinks she’s irresponsible as shit and would deck her immediately if she wasn’t marked as an essential npc. (I agree with VJ. Bitch, I too graduated early from an advanced degree program/was super young when I got certified to do my job, and I really hope I didn’t come across to people as wholeheartedly believing I was a goddamn Mary Sue and entitled to reverence no matter what shitty choices I made)

- don’t make VJ clean up all your messes and carry your emotional baggage and kill off the fiancée you abandoned to a fate worse than death as the trade-off for getting bribed with a nice cushy control vault job/not whistleblowing on Vault-Tec’s wildly unethical experimentation. Or, y’know, do all those things and make her listen to holotapes full of your whining about it

- sure as hell don’t do the above while you a) run off on a goddamn vacation/journey of self-realization (because wtf else are you doing going everywhere but to the missile silos and leaving me holotapes to find like this is a goddamn Pioneer Scouts scavenger hunt), b) abandon literally all of your charges, c) throw a temper tantrum by holotape about using nukes when that is the sole option to get to/kill off the scorchbeast Queen and keep everyone from turning into ultracite zombies, and get to/kill off the wendigo colossus that we really don’t need running amok either, and then d) crop back up and act like you’re still running the show

- also sure as hell don’t then voluntell VJ to drag your ass through the Nuka building and then go make settlers and raiders sing kumbaya together at the start of the next main quest arc

- gtfo VJ’s lawn you sanctimonious asinine woman jeebus I’d rather listen to Rose’s grating voice on repeat than deal with you

- at least they included hostile dialogue options for interactions with her

- did I mention VJ dislikes the Overseer

[whimsyqueen]

For the plot ask: 💡😇

Hope your day/night is going well!

Thank you for the ask @aohendo! My day is going about as well as it can, I’m trapped in Books-A-Million until 3:30 and it is Less Than Desirable but I’m gonna make the best of it!!

💡Which scene have you made the most OR biggest changes to? 

Oh this one is so so easy, I have rewritten the prologue for the Bog Witch Story literally four times. I’m talking like completely scrapped and redone. I even went so far as to just decide that I sort of liked one version, but hated the setting, so I took it and re-wrote it in an entirely different location (it went from being 300 words to being 750 words when I did that, so that was a win). That scene is my favorite one I’ve written for the story so far, though, and I’m SO glad it’s been through so much to get where it is. Reading it now and knowing it still needs more edits just makes me so proud of where it came from and where I just KNOW it’s gonna end up going.

😇Describe the plot of your story as if you’re explaining it to a beloved elderly family member.

Oh hm. Goodness. I guess because I answered the other one for Bog Witch, I’ll answer this one for it too, especially because it would probably be the most palatable to my Deeply Southern Grandparents.

So, basically, a hundred years before the story actually happens, there was a woman who was supposed to do a job, but she decided that her job was too difficult because no one was listening to her. No she can’t get another job, it doesn’t really work like that. Anyway, she decides to go out into the swamp and take a long nap. Like Sleeping Beauty, yeah, sort of, but her body is preserved by nature and she doesn’t actually ever die. Yes, I know it’s dangerous to fall asleep there, but I don’t think gators will get her, she’s probably fine. I can’t really explain how that works so you just have to trust me. Okay now fast forward a hundred years. There’s been no one to do the first girl’s job, so things have gotten a little crazy. A second girl sees that things are getting crazy, and figures that she should probably do something about it, so she goes into the woods and finds where the first girl is sleeping and…wakes her up. Don’t worry about how. And they decide to work together (sort of) (they don’t really get along that much but they can’t seem to leave each other alone), to stop things from getting even crazier and to stop the village from destroying the swamp, yeah I know I didn’t mention that the village was destroying the swamp until now but I’ve got no idea how to explain to you that the theme is very anti-colonization because I don’t think you’ll get that.

Send Me A Plotting-Related Ask!

[weltonreject]

omg a bull terrier would be even better than a cat (no hate to cats tho obvi), they could have a little bed behind the counter too for nap times

also re my last ask/your answer: i could say so much about bog bodies but main points are 1. they are super well preserved (like looked like i could still hold their hand, could see how they kept their nails, still had hair kind of well preserved) and it's all just bc of the bogs and 2. the history around them is v interesting and has to do with kingship and sacrifice (the name of the exhibit!), and i just find the combination of history preserved so well and the things nature can do so fascinating

and also also i wonder what it is in the air drawing us back to tgf? i hope more people join in and we can have a renaissance (also hello hathaway and cleo !! i think i have said before but i love the way u name characters i take so much inspiration from just the Vibes ur character names create when i am coming up with my own names (and also also i love lost and stolen and hope one day i can read it again (but also no pressure) and while i'm at it i do want u to know that i still carry it with me in the best way!! this is getting long so i will stop but !! u are master of creating such big feelings with literally all aspects of ur writing i hope to be lucky enough to read more in the future <3)

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howdy darling!! <3

oh i'm so glad we agree on the bull terrier AND a little bed behind the counter, but of course. she wouldn't just have to sleep on my feet or the ground! she's beloved by the (presumably) small town she Works in; she must be treated with respect!

re: bog bodies - that IS really interesting! the cross section of really well preserved artifacts that allows us to document and observe very human-made history AND that preservation being done strictly by nature! something very much untouchable in its forces by man! wow that's so fascinating holy shit-- oh i totally get why you'd have interest in this!!

i've started a little of my tgf reread but also have picked up tsh again because a friend recently read it for the first and i want to freshen up! either way, donna is pulling us back in... god help us

(lastly, thank you so much.... i never know what to say when people have positive reactions to lost & stolen and hathaway & cleo. they were just my silly little thesis project i was working on and struggling with forEVER (or at least it felt like it). then lockdown made it so i couldn't present the completed piece to my department and have that You Wrote A Novel (kinda) moment. so i sort of... forget? that i did it? and that i shared it? and there are some of you out there that have read it?? and think about it?? and it just makes me well up and feel so special and happy. i cannot thank you enough for reading it, let alone taking it in with such good faith and kindness. thank you thank you xo i've only begun to break out of my writing drought from graduating but i did take out all my original notes from lost & stolen the other day... i don't know if i'll have the Thesis Wall again but i think, maybe, i might start gathering some thoughts for the rewrite...)

[pinkbalrog]

I love all your wip names, they're so poetic! If you haven't already, please tell me about "Do Beholders Dream of Cyclopean Sheep?" and "Sing the Body"!

Aaaaaaaw thank you! I'm so honored you think so. :) Regarding those works:

Ah "Do Beholders Dream of Cyclopean Sheep" my beloved little one that got bogged down in copyright concerns. I shall free you yet! This one is about a researcher studying beholders in the Underdark. I haven't touched it in a long time.

Excerpt:

He settled down cross-legged, opening a battered book across aching thighs, and raised his pen parallel to the somnolent beholder’s eye just to see the action reflected in the liquid expanse of its pupil. At half-mast, the visible pupil was still larger than three of him. The iris, a lambent, sulphrric yellow, cast Daggard’s sketches in a warm light. The glaucous gloss reflected him in miniature, a slight figure like a pupil within a pupil. Today, he silently told himself and his book, they would see if beholder’s moved in their sleep to any appreciable degree.

"Sing the Body" is recent! It started as a gift, and I'm in the process of paring it down, making it more sensual and making it mostly iambic. It's about a couple where one of them is a sentient alien mass of flowers that sings in ways humans cannot hear to retain it's shape and identity.

Excerpt:

As they worked, it drizzled and occasionally sun glittered on the standing water. Jan waved his hand at massing gnats.

Trash rustled in the bag they dragged behind them as their sticks picked through scant weeds and when they were done, Jan planted kisses and bit and slipped his hands around Alan’s nape and smudged his glasses, thumbs on his cheeks pressing down firmly and dragging to his chin to drag him in, lower.

He was sun-burnt, and a little sweaty. He’d rolled up his sleeves so the lace bunched; so Jan kissed him till he pinked around the edges, flesh fraying into a flash of tiny, moving red mouths.

There we go! Thank you for listening. :)

[dndbrainrotted]

Bracken through the years masterpost

my beloved rotted little bog body

nooo bracken dont witness another traumatic death ur soo sexy aha

the dramatic difference between young pre curse bracken and older bracken is so upsetting

a bog woodland bracken to add to the collection

my babygirl fr

[in-your-walls]

x / Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede, Richard Siken

[classics-cassandra]

My pronouns are she but not her, because I’ll never be her