#editing because i forgot to finish a thought :"D

[cherryredstars]

Not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m new to tumbler :D but hi love ur writing followed you in an instant!

I was wondering if you could write something for a very low self esteem, inexperienced reader who goes to uni so is like 21 or something and is Miguel’s neighbor. They live in this building and their other neighbor is a rude lady who complains at the slightest Noise basically. she doesn’t dare bother Miguel but is always bothering the reader since reader can’t tell her to f off. Reader is just such sweet chubby lil cinnamon roll :(

Idk if I should have been less descriptive or more TvT; ?

Anyway hope you’re doing great :D don’t forget to hydrate ♥️

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap, Sexual Touching (With Clothes on), Slight Fluff

Summary: He helps you, you help him.

A/N: This is perfect, don’t worry, love!!!

Word Count: 2.4K (Not Edited)

This is most definitely going to leave you a crying wreck in your bathroom later.

Your nerves were already on high alert with finally becoming independent and moving out of the college dorms, that pesky exam and assignment you procrastinated on working on, and your job has been firing and hiring people left and right. The last thing you needed was your cranky old neighbor, (it is crazy to think that you once thought she was going to be a kind old woman who would give you cookies when she was lonely), to come banging on your door with a  list of complaints and reasons why she could get you evicted. You do not know what to do, never being in this type of situation before. Honestly, you do not even know about half the things this woman is accusing you of. 

You can only stand there, hand tightly holding the door open as you try not to cry from stress. In your head, you are counting in an effort to make sure your breaths are coming out evenly. The last thing you want is to have a panic attack and have your neighbor add the threat of a mental hospital to the list. You nod along weakly to what she says, letting out whispered apologies that only seem to make her angrier. 

“You useless teenagers and your need to ruin good things, don’t think I forgot when you tr-”

“Is there a problem here?”

His voice is deep and smooth, causing the both of you to jolt. You visibly relax when you turn your head to find Miguel standing outside his apartment door. He has just gotten back from work and running errands, his lab coat draped over his arm as he holds paper bags in his arms. His hair is slightly tousled from the autumn breeze, and a few strands of his black hair are scattered with grey. His sweater hugs his arms and torso in a way that is mouthwatering, and you quickly look away when his eyes meet yours.

Miguel is the only neighbor you really know. He had helped you the first time you moved in, hearing the way you struggled to bring some things up to your apartment. He offered to help, carrying in boxes faster than you could into your apartment. When you had gotten furniture, he was happy to come over and assemble it for you. He is so kind to you, offering to help with a leaking pipe or to answer any of your questions about how to do something. You might have grown a slight crush on your neighbor, something that slightly freaked you out when you realized because of the obvious age gap the two of you have. You have not even finished college yet and he is in his mid-thirties working in a big corporate lab. 

Miguel clears his throat and you look back at him. He stares at you expectantly, totally ignoring the stuttering woman who tries to answer his question. He is only ever interested in what you have to say. You flush under his intent gaze, quickly shaking your head. You do not want to cause more problems, and you definitely do not want to have your cranky neighbor form a bigger vendetta against you. 

Miguel’s eyebrow raises, definitely catching the anxious expression on your face. He hums dismissively after a minute, eyes lazily trailing back to the older woman. His nose scrunches up slightly at the sight of her and he looks away again as the woman stops trying to defend herself. Miguel shrugs, the paper bags rustling with their contents. He turns to face you, once again ignoring the older woman. 

“Then you wouldn’t mind helping me put away my groceries, right? Can’t get my keys with my hands full,” Miguel speaks in a lazy drawl. 

You are quick to nod your head in agreement, stepping out of your doorway and closing the door. The woman steps back, a displeased look on her face as she watches you walk over to Miguel. Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you, watching everything you do. You are shy when you smile up at him. With your back turned towards the old woman, you mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. His eyes instantly snap to your lips, intently studying your exaggerated words. His eyes seem to darken for a second before he blinks and it is gone. His eyes trail back up to your eyes and he tilts his head slightly down. 

“Keys are in my pants pocket.”

You quickly nod, whispering out an ‘okay’. Your face burns as you have to get closer to him to not knock into his arms. The angle is slightly awkward, your hands slip into his pants pocket and your face burns from having your hand so close to his…thing. As you try to find his keys, Miguel looks down at you with a heated look. He watches silently for a few minutes before looking back up and over your shoulder to the older woman. His face is masked in indifference, maintaining eye contact with her until she fidgets and turns away without saying a word. 

At the same time she walks into her own apartment, you make a sound of victory as you finally retrieve his keys. You dangle them in his face with a proud smile, and he gives you an amused smirk. He steps away from his apartment door, giving you room to step in front of him and unlock his door. As you insert the key, you feel Miguel press up against your back. His warmth seeps into your spine and you are quick to bite your tongue so you do not let out a squeal.  

His breath tickles your neck and ear, warm and slightly minty. “What did I tell you about standing up for yourself, hmm cariño?”

The question rumbles with his voice and you have to hold your breath in order to not make an embarrassing sound. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and instantly regret it. He has not moved his face yet, and you are a breath away from him. If you leaned forward the slightest bit, your noses would be touching. You gulp nervously, and Miguel’s eyes trail down to your lips once again. He lets out a deep hum as you lick them nervously. 

“I- she’s not that mean to me.” You whisper out in the older woman’s defense. You cannot help the way your lashes flutter as you try to meet his eyes. 

Miguel scoffs at your defense, finally backing away from you. He shifts his hold on the bags, freeing his hand to turn the doorknob. Your hand is still there, and your breath hitches when his large hand encompasses yours. His hand moves both yours and the doorknob, making a combined effort to open the door. You are still watching him from over your shoulder, mouth slightly opened in awe. Miguel looks down at you, something playful in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. 

“You’re blocking the doorway, cariño. The ice cream I got you is going to melt.”

Your blush returns from the pet name and you stutter out an apology as you rush inside his apartment. It’s warm, and you’re hit with the smell of him. You find the light switch and turn on the lights, flooding the whole place with a warm glow. Miguel follows you into the kitchen, placing the paper bags on the dining room table. He rummages through them, glaring at you when you try to grab one to start helping. His hands connect with something cold, and he pulls out a personal pint of ice cream. He hands it over to you and you turn it around to see the label. Your eyes instantly light up when you read the brand and flavor. Last week you had ranted to Miguel about how the grocery store did not have your favorite ice cream in stock as he was fixing a problem with your internet. The whole time he just hummed along, you did not actually think he was listening. 

He smiles softly at you as you beam up at him. He turns back to the groceries, sighing when he sees your hand reaching for the bags again. He turns to you with a bored expression. He gently removes your hands from the bag, telling you to go eat your ice cream before it melts. You grumble playfully under your breath, complaining about how you were supposed to be helping. He chuckles as he follows after you, getting a spoon out for you. 

“I thought the whole point was that I was supposed to help you put the groceries away, not eat them.” 

Your complaining is cut off by a yelp when Miguel grabs your waist. He lifts you up, putting you on top of the counter. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You squirm slightly from his proximity. 

“You can help me by sitting prettily and keeping me company. Tell me about your day.” 

He pulls away then, returning to the dining room table and carrying a bag to the counter next to you. Your eyes are still bashful as you watch him, quietly opening your ice cream and beginning to eat it. Miguel starts to pull contents from the bag and looks over at you expectantly. Hesitantly, you begin to go through your day, easing into it the more you talk. You speak between bites of ice cream, half paying attention to Miguel as he walks around the kitchen to place things in their proper places. Occasionally, he looks over at you as you speak, his eyes trained on the way you place the spoon in your mouth and lick at the delicious treat. 

You are almost done when he puts the last thing away. He walks over to you as you continue talking absentmindedly, just finished slipping the spoon out of your mouth again. You stop talking when Miguel’s eyes drop to your mouth, his thumb coming up the swipe at your lower lip. When he pulls it away, a bit of melted ice cream is stuck to his skin. His eyes meet yours again when he brings it to his mouth, licking it away. He hums in appreciation for the taste. 

Your mouth drops open with a gasp as you watch, eyes trained on the pink muscle. You watch as his lips form a sly smile, and you blush as you look back into his eyes. But his eyes are still trained on your parted mouth, eyes dilated and hungry. He leans forward slightly, hand returning to rub at your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. He is not kissing you exactly, only sucking on your lip until it is swollen and red. He gives it a small nip before he pulls away, his hands falling to rub your thighs. It causes a small whimper to escape your mouth and Miguel basks in the noise. 

His hand seeps closer and closer to the area between your thighs, grabbing the carton of ice cream and moving it to the side. His hands hastily return to the area between your thighs, fingers brushing against your center. Your breath hitches and you look down to where his hands are. Your attention is snapped away when his gravelly voice meets your ears. 

“Continue with the story, querida. You don’t sound like you finished.”

You stutter over your words, the topic of conversation blanking from your mind. Miguel chuckles knowingly, his fingers continuing to brush up and down until they land on your clothed bud. He presses into it hard enough so you can feel it through the fabric of your pants and panties, gently reminding you where you left off. You nod nervously, hands snapping up to meet his shoulders as you feel wetness rushing into your panties. You stutter and choke on your words, eyes shutting as you rotate your hips sloppily into his hand. The movement is jerky, and you feel slightly embarrassed at how painfully obvious it is that no one has ever touched you like this before. But Miguel seems to like it, likes the idea that you’re untouched and he is the only person who has seen you like this. 

It gets even better when you make those soft noises, cutting yourself off and having to be reminded about what you were saying. Miguel continues his hand movements, pressing into you and rubbing and stroking. Your wetness has seeped through your panties, dampening the material of your leggings. If you were not lost in how good it feels, you would have been grossed out and uncomfortable. A weak call of his name escapes you and Miguel looks up from your cunt to look at your face. He hums in acknowledgement, watching as you try to pull his face closer to yours in a kiss. 

He swiftly avoids it, and you would have curled into yourself at the blunt rejection if you did not become distracted by his mouth suck and licking along your neck and jaw. Your mouth falls open with a moan, head leaning back to give him more room. He groans against your skin, fingers pressing tight circles to your clit. With a few hard circles, your back arches and your hold on him tightens. Gasping moans leave you and you feel the band in you snap, releasing more wetness into your panties as you finish. Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, keeping his fingers to your bud as you ride out the orgasm. Once you slump back down, he pulls his hands away. As you catch your breath, Miguel cleans up the mess on the counter. He reaches over, closing your melted ice cream and putting the spoon in the sink. 

You are still in a daze when he pushes the warm container in your hands, his own hands gentle as he lifts you off the counter. Your eyes are glossy in after-lust as he gently guides you out of his apartment and into yours. His warm hand leaves the small of your back, massaging your sides before he whispers a thank you into your ear for your help. You are only pulled completely out of your daze when you hear your door lock and close as Miguel leaves. You turn to look at the door, cheeks blazing as you clutch tightly onto your ice cream.

You are totally getting a noise complaint for that old woman tomorrow.

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His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 12/July/2024

Was a mixture of tasks this week!

First up was finishing up social media days, and what a difference having stable internet makes to that, lol! :D

Managed to get all the asks answered and scheduled for the month ahead—first month that’s happened in a while! There were some really juicy ones this time around too, so hope you enjoy those, hehe! ;D

Then it was onto the fun of doing the Patreon content! And I’m already excited to see what gets chosen for next month’s Summer Scenario Specials! The second poll for that (looking like vacation-themed…) will be up later too.

After that, I moved onto the edits, which I thought would take me the rest of the week. Instead, I managed to get them all done mid-week and get in another round of checks before sending it off to the final set of readers!

And with that done, I got stuck right back into Chapter Three! I ended up adding in an extra little section, which I was really glad I did because it gave me the perfect chance to give some real foreshadowing of something major coming up later, which I didn’t know how I was going to do!

I’m continuing on with Chapter Three now and will be pushing on through that next week, adding in edits and adjustments to Chapter Two as the readers get back to me over the next while, prepping it ready to add into the demo! Also a couple of things I need to edit for the Steam wishlist for Hosted Games before it can go up, but hopefully will be able to get that done super quick.

Chapter Two had SO much going on, I forgot how much was coming up in Chapter Three as well! There’s a major moment of the MC actually experiencing the training of becoming an Agent rather than just the game telling you it’s been happening off-screen, lol! But I don’t want it to just feel too much of a slog, so want lots of character interactions in there to help break it up all tailored to which Unit you end up doing that training with!

Hope you all have the most fabulous weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

[haemey]

Introducing my hella ambitious fanfic project: Credo

Screw it. I was going to wait with posting and uploading until I got further along, but nah, I'm way too impatient. And with the Ao3 servers back up earlier than expected after maintenance, what better time than the present?

Credo will be a series of Good Omens fanfics for which I treat the Nicean-Constantinopolitan Creed (aka Credo, Latin for "I believe," variations whereof are an indispensable part of many Christian liturgies) as a series of writing prompts. Most of the fics therein will be short oneshots, with many coming in under 1k words. At least one will be a long, multi-chapter fic (which I will only start uploading once I know I can finish it). For some of them, I will follow the original line from the Credo rather closely, others will be rather... abstract.

There will be silliness and fluff, there will be hurt and angst. There will be both comedy and tragedy. Everything will be sfw, most will be G or T rated. If there is an M rating, it will be because of really dark themes and high pain levels.

The fics will come out as I write them, so they won't be in order. I will arrange them correctly within the series, though. They can be read in any order though, since they will all work as standalones, even though, in my mind at least, they're all set in the same universe and might sometimes give additional context to one another.

Some will be plotty, others will just be character studies or theme explorations.

In other words, there will be something for everyone!

We'll begin with the first two, one for each of our Ineffables:

Credo in unum Deum, patrem omnipotentem (I believe in the one God, the Almighty Father), 711 words, G rated:

An exploration of Aziraphale's relationship with God and Heaven after Season 2. No plot, no set timeline, just thoughts and doubts.

Factorem Coeli et Terrae (The Maker of Heaven and Earth), 569 words, G rated:

Crowley reflecting on Creation. Just that.

I hope you give these a try, come along for the journey, and if you do, please tell me what you think!

Art by me :)

Edit: Ooooh, forgot to tag @goodomensafterdark :D

[w1zard0foz]

because i’ve committed to this now i guess: rewatching apocalypse:

some thoughts:

SCOTT !!

KURT !! KURT !! KURT !!

THE SUMMERS !!!

JUBILEE !!

everyday i wish jubilee had more screen time

“i think that was probably my favourite tree”

ugh moira (i don’t like moira)

off topic (there is no topic) but erik looks so good with those safety glasses

also he should have just let that guy die tbh

(okay full disclosure i started this like two weeks ago and forgot about it but my mom randomly turned on apocalypse so i guess the universe decided i should finish it- here’s the rest)

“you don’t know what it’s like to be trapped inside your own head!” stfu jean

“not my babies” D: D: D:

poor little guy

ugh moira

oh erik

my baby- he needs a hug :(

(yes i am calling a grown ass man baby, but i am also a grown ass man and i do what i want)

“who the fuck are you?”

unfortunately the only time erik gets to say fuck (he deserves to say it more)

bro brought him back to the camps- he does not want to be thereeeee

PETER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

he feels charles in his mind before he even says anything

“charles..?” </3

“come back to us me”

i know what you are

“wreak havoc” STFU

oop

another absolutely phenomenal scene from peter

“where’s alex?” D: D: D:

“pretty sure i got everybody”

i just know that erik is the one who folded up charles’ jack to make a pillow for him

“i told you from the moment i met you that there is more to you, erik. there is good in you too.”

just fucking tell him you love him smh

“what’s wrong with you?! is that gonna happen to all of us?!?!”

who said these movies weren’t funny?

“he’s my father” “WHAT?!?!”

i’m sorry logan looks so goofy in the movie- i love him

kurt is so cute

“you have charles”

damn right he does

“i’m your- i’m here for my family too”

bro was not being subtle there is no way in hell erik didn’t figure it out

NOOO CHARLES NOT YOUR HAIR !!!

NOOOOOO

PUT IT BACK

if only kurt was a little bit faster </3

erik’s face when he realizes charles was in that plane

ACT III CHERIK EDIT

they should have set it to music

OH MY GOD ITS SO GAY

THE TEAR !! i fucking can’t

erik when peter gets hurt

he so knew

charles does not know that he’s bald

aghh erik!!! ily!!

ugh moira

erik ily but do you really have to be levitating all of the time???

he’s rebuilding charles’ house <3

the turtleneck <3 <3 <3

“you’re sure i can’t convince you to stay?”

“you’re psychic charles, you can convince me to do anything”

“goodbye, old friend”

“good luck professor”

AHHH JUST FUCKING KISS !!

cowards won’t give them comic accurate costumes </3

10/10 very gay

(maybe i do dark pheonix? idk)

[inkywellkiwi]

Small post with some things I did in 2023 in relation to Raggedy Ann but I didn't post

I didn't post these things because I forgot or thought I wasn't good enough to be here, I'll try to post more things I do no matter if it's that good or not

They will be in production order, I don't fully remember the dates but I remember the times I made them lol,However, there won't be any drawings because I hardly finished any of them and my camera is horrible

These are match icons that I made in mid-January 2023, you can use whatever you want but let know where you got them from, please

I took 1 frame from the opening of A musical Adventure

and was inspired by Mariih_ video for the background and emojis (see her video please)

This was for a unit cover for a high school subject as well as being an editing test :

The teacher liked it so it was worth it :D

These are wallpapers that are free to use!

This here....it was the idea of @friedslug They THREATENED ME- I mean, he asked me to give credit to this evil idea

But then Ronnie (Rare server mod) asked for a purple version and....

I did it 😈

Ignoring some memes I made (which I might post) and, as mentioned above, the drawings, I start the year

But that's it, have a good start to the new year guys :D

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt4

pt3, pt3.5

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

Notes: swearing, kissing, kind of smutty? They get worked up and it's described explicitly, but nothing really happens. So if you don't want to read it, stop reading after King Princess is mentioned and scroll down to the very end. Gossiping, because that's a fundamental female bonding experience and if you think Abby doesn't like gossip you're wrong. 

I fucking forgot the phrase "dance studio" for the past three chapters. So I changed it here and maybe will edit it in previous chapters, just a heads-up. 

Also I’m a dance nerd (duh), so I added some links to the choreos reader is dancing. Let me know if it's uncomfortable to read now. 

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This evening Abby felt restless, like something was keeping her from doing anything. She couldn't concentrate long enough, switching between things - the pile of dishes was abandoned after the third cup, her homework was opened on her laptop but only finished halfway. She was bored out of her mind.

It's been a week since the party, and you've been texting each other every day: either it was a funny tiktok or complaining about classes or asking advice on the outfits (definitely not thirst traps from both of you, no) or heads-up about any changes on campus. Abby texted you first to find out if you got home safely, and after that it just snowballed into 5am drunk conversation and this conversation never stopped. Abby found you were easy to talk to and you didn't get angry or upset when she didn't reply for a long time. But during this week you both were so busy you weren't able to meet up even in the university centre - Jesse needed a change in schedule due to his job, and now the hockey team had practice at a different time.

Maybe that was why Abby felt so restless? She just missed you?

Well, Abby knew only one way to get some energy out (two, technically, but her head was filled with you, so she'd probably get even more frustrated from not seeing you), so she picked up her gym bag and went to the gym. 

Somehow lifting weights got her mind in order: she needed to concentrate on her technique, but she didn't have to think any big smart thoughts, her head half-empty, Ramones screaming in her ears. Abby felt satisfied with her workout, so she took a photo in the mirror and sent it to you. You didn't answer right away, so Abby put her phone away and went to hit the showers, pretending she wasn't waiting for your reply.

The hot water helped her relax, and Abby left the shower feeling refreshed and pleasantly tired with an ache in her muscles. She changed and checked her phone - still no answer from you. Abby sat her phone aside and started packing her things when she heard music.

Locker rooms were next to the dance studio - that was one of the reasons why the hockey team had to go past the dance studio in order to enter the rink. (It was highly inefficient, but the whole building was built just to torture everyone - even the door to the dance studio was always open because the ventilation was absolute shit.)

Could it mean?...

Abby recognised the song - it was one of your more cute than sexy routines, and it meant you were here.

Abby's heartbeat picked up and she felt nervous - she hadn't seen you for a week and she wasn't emotionally prepared to see you dancing.

But Abby really wanted to see you. So she packed her things, checked if she looked good, grabbed her bag and went to the dance studio.

The thing was: the cultural studies paper was fucking insufferable. It was stressing you out, and when something was stressing you out, you did what did best - you avoided it. So after avoiding your laptop like it was infected, you decided to avoid your apartment altogether and go work on a new routine. That old Billie Eilish song you had a creative block on? Forget it, the choreo just came to you in an hour. 

So you took a key to the dance studio, threw your bag on the floor and got to work. You saw the notification from Abby, but you assumed it was a meme so you decided to answer later (preferably already in bed).

You needed to warm up first and the Twit was next in the queue, so you let it play. The choreo wasn't too complicated and you purposely avoided some of the parts, so it should work as a warmup. 

♪Twit twit twit twit

I don't like it

Nobody likes it♪

You started moving your shoulders in small cute up-and-downs and then moved on to your steps: the whole choreography was bouncy and wavy and kinda jumpy, but you liked that it was playful and worked so well when the moves were not exhausting or demanding, but even simple? It didn't take long to learn this dance. 

The part you liked the most was closer to an end, just before the final sequence, when you could just jump around and twirl and shake your ass all you want without playing a role. 

The song ended and the next song started to play and you rushed to turn it off (slumber party, uncensored, you'd die before letting it play through the whole centre). The first line played, but then music stopped and you sighed in relief.

"Do you have a dance for it too?" 

You jumped, embarrassed, and turned to Abby who was standing in the door frame, smiling. She was dressed in a hoodie that looked super comfy and black joggers, her hair was tied in a bun, still wet. She clearly saw your panic and now was having fun at your misery. 

But you saw her and you didn't care - all you wanted was to get closer, so you stood up and went up to her, smiling bashfully. 

"I want to do one, but this song is not suitable for a big audience." You said and you stood as close to Abby as it was appropriate, enjoying the way she was taller than you, making you feel like- like a lady. 

"It has a clean version." Abby smiled as she put your hair away from your face. "Hi."

"Hi." You giggled, unable to look away from Abby's face. God she was so fucking pretty. "I didn't know you were here."

"I was at the gym. I sent you a picture." 

"Oh shit. I haven't seen it yet." 

You ran to grab your phone and opened your dms, just to choke on air: Abby was so hot and so- so- damn there wasn't a word to describe what was happening to you. It felt like your insides rearranged just from looking at this photo. 

You looked up at Abby, as she unashamedly enjoyed your reaction.

"Fuck you." You laughed as Abby tilted her head bashfully. "It's unfair."

"Seems fair to me." She grinned playfully. 

"Um. Do you want to stay? I just came, and I wanted to work on my new routine, but-" I'll do anything if you stay. "I can dance something for you? Like the hockey guys list, but Abby list."

Abby's brain stopped functioning. To stay here alone with you and watch you dance what she wanted you to dance? Fuck. Fuck. 

It meant watching all your arches, spins, shakes directly, not like Abby was used to, watching you from the side or through the mirror. She knew she was setting herself up with the sweetest torture, the biggest tease, but-

"Yeah, sure." 

Abby put her bag on the floor and went closer to you, while you were looking for your dancing playlist. 

"Obviously, if you wanna see some of Ellie's routines, I can, but it won't be as good as if it was her."

"Why?"

"I don't have the body type. It looks funny." 

"No, you look amazing when you dance." Abby said, and you turned to her, your faces too close but not close enough. Abby looked at your lips, thinking if it would be a right thing to do, to kiss you now.

"You like my dancing?"

"Are you serious, (y/n)?" Abby wasn't entirely sure if it was a genuine question or if you were flirting. "You're the only reason I come here after practice."

You blushed adorably and Abby couldn't resist anymore. She cupped your face and kissed you, sweet and gentle, careful not to turn it into something more heated. She just wanted to feel you in her hands, to hold you like something precious, just because she fucking missed you. 

You pulled away with a small smile, and something in Abby melted when you held her face with your fingertips, all sweet and light.

“I just thought you came here for Ellie.” You murmured, smiling and not moving away. 

“I did the first time, because she deserves to be made fun of for her crush on Dina.” Abby rolled her eyes and you giggled.

“I mean, she did make a whole duet routine with that Dove Cameron song just for her and Dina, so I’m not defending her.”

“She did what?” Abby couldn’t believe what she just heard. What was wrong with Williams? “O my god.” Abby full on facepalmed, feeling second-hand embarrassment. Ellie really embraced "I'm cringe but I'm free" mindset when it came to her crushes.

“Yeah, I think she tried to show Dina she was better than Jesse? To be fair, it did work.” 

“What?” Was Abby living under a fucking rock? How did she miss all of this? “What happened?”

“I don’t know what exactly happened, but she broke up with Jesse like, two weeks ago. And he’s not handling it well, that’s why your schedule changed, he doesn’t want to see Dina.”

“WHAT?” Now this shit was getting ridiculous. Jesse didn’t tell anyone! “The fuck? He said his boss asked him to work different shifts!”

“What? No, he lied. He literally told Dina he couldn’t see her with Ellie and he needed a break or something.”

“Motherfucker. It’s not like their relationship was going anywhere, just get over it.” 

“Right? They were already breaking up like they had a schedule, it wouldn’t have worked anyway.” You paused as you went through your playlist. “Okay, what do you want me to dance?”

Abby blinked. She had a feeling it was a trick question, and she also couldn’t remember the names to any songs that weren’t super popular.

“Which one is your favourite?” 

“It’s hard. Let’s just see what is going to play if I feel like it - or if you like it - I’ll do it.”

“Isn’t it 'Slumber Party' right now?” Abby smirked and watched how you blushed. 

“I can find a clean version and just improvise if you want.” You said, now clearly being coy. 

"The clean version is lame." 

You laughed and started going through your playlist. Abby recognised most of them, and if she liked pain, she'd have stopped you on some of them, but she still thought she could survive this. 

You wanted to dance something that Abby would like, so you tried to pick something you didn't make a lot of mistakes in. You were nervous and you didn't really know how to dance for her. Would she like a whole performance or would she like to become one with a mirror like she wasn't there?

"Do you want me to dance at you or at the mirror? Some people are not comfortable when we interact with them during performance." 

Abby looked at you, taking a pause, and you got nervous if you asked something weird.

"At me, please." Abby smirked and you blushed again. 

"Still no requests?" You stood up with your phone, getting ready to dance. You chose a routine, but still waited for Abby.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Okay, you think and I'll dance. Sit." You pointed on the floor right in front of the mirror, meaning: right in front of you. Abby sat on the floor, legs crossed, and you got ready.

The music started playing and you started moving, smooth and seductive, and Abby had to hold into her hoodie otherwise she'd just grab you. And then you were lying on your back, looking up at her with big innocent eyes that was obviously an act and Abby felt her stomach tighten up in arousal. The music carried on but the routine ended, so you've stopped dancing, breathing heavily. 

"Did you like it?" You asked, eager to hear her opinion. Abby unfroze and looked at your happy face.

"Yeah, it was very cool." Abby needed to save herself before she needed to change her pants. "Can you do Say So next?"

That was an extremely tactical decision: that choreo wasn't too sexual and Abby really needed a breather after that. You agreed and while you were looking for it, Abby tried to calm down. She needed to keep it in her pants. 

"You know, I actually really like Say So choreo." You showed a sequence where your hands go up your body but stop at a beat a few times as you move. "So easy but looks so good."

The casual show of how well you can control your body and your movements reminded Abby how skilled you were in the area she was a total zero, and she felt her heart swell with affection and pride that she got to touch someone as talented as you were. 

You've danced a few more routines, some sexy some not, and you enjoyed how intently Abby watched you, her eyes following your every move, every arch and every hand. You've made a few mistakes in some of them, but it didn't seem that Abby even noticed, her wide eyes on you, unblinking. It was cute and made you feel powerful: it was your body that made her all glossy eyed, and she was only looking. She visibly tried to stay serious, but she forgot about it a few seconds into the next dance.

And then you had a naughty, naughty thought. A year or so ago you made a choreo for Holy by King Princess, and it wasn't super explicit, but it was something that fitted into the situation right now. So you stopped music for a second, trying to remember how it went without spoiling anything for Abby.

"I think you'll like this one. Especially when I remember the whole dance." You winked. 

Abby laughed quietly and waited, watching you doing the "I'm remembering choreo just by moving my hands like a T-Rex" thing. 

When you've felt confident enough, you turned the music on and started dancing, a little lazy but sharp on specific beats, keeping Abby's attention. The verse was easy, but you were waiting for a different part. 

♪Honey, on your knees♪ - You pointed your finger towards the floor, showing Abby her place in this performance and looking just the right side of mean - ♪when you look at me♪ - you pointed back at your face, holding eye contact with Abby, enjoying her big glossy eyes.

♪I'm dressed like a fucking queen♪ - you moved your hands down your body, showing your curves, and slowly went down for a wide squat that flawlessly turned into you standing on your knees just in front of Abby, as you held your hands like a prayer, looking up and arching your back - ♪and you're begging please♪ 

♪Holy♪

You looked down at Abby, and something snapped. Abby could not not touch you, especially since you were so close, just in an arm reach. So before you could move away, she grabbed you by your waist and pulled you down in her lap, kissing you wet and raw, feeling your body, kneading your flesh like it was her last chance to touch you. God you got her worked up. Abby didn't move her hands down to your butt but she wanted to, fuck she wanted to. So she pulled away, desperate to get your permission.

"Can I?" Abby asked, panting, not moving away from your sweet mouth. She moved her hand just shy of your butt as she watched you blush, absolutely starving for you. "Please."

"Yeah." You whispered and kissed her again, clinging to her soft hoodie, to her shoulders as if she could just disappear under your fingers.

That was all Abby needed. She grabbed your butt, pulling you so close you felt her lower stomach pressing between your legs, practically lifting you up, her hands kneading your butt. You moved closer to Abby, chest to chest, feeling her boobs against yours as you sighed into her mouth, so aroused her one touch could explode you right now, your underwear completely soaked. 

Abby pulled away and put her lips on your neck, kissing and licking your skin, not even caring you were all sweaty after dancing. You sighed, surprised, and Abby's ears tuned to your noises, hyper aware of your every breath as she nipped at your neck, every sound resonating with her own body, going straight to her crotch. 

"Fuck you drive me crazy." Abby whispered in your neck as she kissed your collarbones. "Just fucking marry me."

You laughed silently, but your laugh was interrupted by your sharp inhale when Abby scraped her teeth over your skin, sending a thrill through your body. 

"I'm not getting married at 21, Abby." You took her face in your hands and looked at her, adoring her. "You're so pretty."

"Go on a date with me." 

You blushed and Abby groaned inside: how the fuck this is what was getting you shy, not the makeout session you too just had?

"You make me feel like a lady, Abby." You rubbed your nose against hers and she suddenly hugged you, making you yelp.

"Shit you're so fucking cute." You giggled and hugged her back, basically crushing her head with your chest. 

Abby sighed, content. She could die a happy woman now.

[arkiliastuff]

Prologue - In a Concrete Jungle

Noah Sebastian x OFC (Aurey)

(pictures edited by me. Originals url linked on the pictures.)

A/N : I thought about this one for a while and, even though I have a lot of other fanfics that are waiting to be finished/written, I wanted to share this one in particular with you :D It's been on my mind for months, the lore maturing in my head. It's going to be a LOT different from what I usually write but I'm trying things and despite the dark mood in this story I hope you'll enjoy it as well ! :D

Warnings/Tags : Strangers/Enemies to Lovers trope, violence, blood, post-apocalyptical universe, cyber-futuristic vibe, "no god, no religion" vibe (I don't mean any form of disrespect in any religion), mention of trauma, death, loss, drugs, mental and physical abuse, trust and abandonment issues. (Just in case MDNI please).

Disclaimer : I haven’t read the comic book “Concrete Jungle” written by Noah Sebastian and illustrated by many cover artists such as Nicola Izzo, Jeremy Wilson and many more, so I don’t know much about the lore and the universe. I just got inspired by the song and the few panels of the comic book that I saw about it. The rest is a pure work of my imagination and it’s not related to anything official. Nothing is canonically official. This is totally fanfiction. And so this is how I pictured the world in the song “Concrete Jungle”.

~The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw -> ask me if you want to be tagged :D

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She walked there, in this desolate landscape, with a strong determination. Two girls who seemed to look like her friends were following her, looking behind them briefly. Probably afraid of someone or something that will come after them. After all, they went out without authorization. They went out in this no man’s land, caused by gangs and mafias. Many civilians had perished because of this war. The survivors were hiding underground, in the subway. The reason why they went outside was because one of them, a girl with glasses and blue eyes, forgot her necklace at the church where she always went to pray. So after complaining to her friends about her precious loss, the strong-willed brunette who was among them decided to go and get the necklace back. The two other friends eventually followed her even though they were feeling nervous about disobeying.

“If we hurry, we will be back in no time” She said, trying to reassure her anxious friends.

And so, just like the bold brown-haired girl said, they arrived at the place. The church had been bombed. The two girls felt sad about the destruction, but the leader didn't seem to be moved by it. Instead, she was more focused on her mission, looking for the necklace, while making sure nobody would come to arrest them. She was in hypervigilance, almost looking paranoid. She looked everywhere under the seats and chairs that were still there until she saw something shiny. She reached for it and then wiped the dust on it. It was a crux with a silver chain. 

“I found it, Faith.” She stated, calling for her friend.

The latter one walked towards her, analyzing what she found before realizing what it was.

“It's my necklace ! Thank you so much, Audy !” Faith replied happily, using the usual friendly nickname for her friend.

The latter one just nodded in silence, her focus back on her group and looking for their second friend.

“Where is Daisy ?”

The two of them looked around the ruined church before they saw the red-haired girl who was near some candles next to a shrine of prayer. She lit up a candle and prayed in silence for their sake. Faith joined Daisy, lighting up a candle as well while Audy was watching them, starting to get annoyed.

“Come on guys, we cannot stay here too long.”

“Just a few more minutes.” Daisy replied.

A few seconds later a breeze came through, extinguishing the timid flames on the two candles. From this moment, Faith and Daisy stood up and stopped praying, turning on their heels at the same time towards Audy.

“We’re done.” The first one said.

“The Lord has heard our prayers.” The second added.

“What ? Already ? But you just lit the candles a few minutes ago” Audy replied, confusion in her eyes.

“It is the way it is. It’s probably a good omen” Faith said.

“Wait.. Let me just light the candles again.” The brunette said sheepishly.

As she was going slowly to the shrine, about to light the candles with another one, both of her friends widened their eyes in shock, attempting to stop her.

“DON’T !” Daisy yelled.

“DON’T DO IT, AUDREY ! You’re disrespecting His words !”

The long browned-haired one stopped her movement in the air, the spark just above the candle’s wick reaching it slowly but surely. Then, she looked at Faith and Daisy, an angry and dead gaze in her dark eyes.

“Even if I lit up those candles again, do you think it would change a fucking thing for what happened to our city ? To our families ? To our friends ?” She replied, clenching her teeth together as she spat her words like venom, anger getting the best of her, before she continued.

“No, it wouldn’t. Don’t take that fucking breeze as a sign from your Lord, ‘cause you two know better that, if He wanted to help us, He would have done it already. We are responsible for our own downfall. For our own misery. And no Gods will ever help us. Only the demons that you’re afraid of will answer us because they're close to what we are.”

After that, she saw the shock on her friends' faces, trying to reach out to her and yelling at her that she was irreverent by saying those words. It was the shock before the sound of something falling as fast as lightning just dropped on the ruined church. And then everything exploded. Bricks of the building were thrown away at Daisy and Faith’s head, knocking them out immediately. Audrey got hit as well, feeling her blood flowing from her face before blurring her vision. The last thing she saw was her two friends on the ground, blood running from their heads. Then, it went completely white.

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Aurey woke up, sweating all over her body as she was panting, trying to gain some air. She put a hand on her forehead, trying to wipe the sweat away and checking it. There wasn’t any blood. She sighed in relief but not too long. She knew it couldn’t be just a dream.

“This wasn’t just a nightmare” She whispered to herself, knowing too well this situation.

She stood up, got her gear on her and packed her stuff together before leaving the spot where she slept. She knew she shouldn’t have slept there. 

It was a small cave of collapsed buildings parted together which were composed of cables, metal pieces of broken engines everywhere. 

It could crumble any minute. But she took the risk anyway, as she felt this one was more safe. She didn’t know how long she slept but she was aware it was late. Once she got out, she covered her nose as she smelled an heavy and toxic smoke. It was the smell of somewhat burned vehicles and trash cans not that far away. It was, probably, another threat from a gang who were arguing again in the city.

She put her customized respirator on, breathing again. Then, she started to climb up the ruins, reaching for a higher spot to get a better view. She climbed a few minutes after finding a window, which gave a great opening view from below. She took her binoculars out of her pocket and started to look around. 

Through it, Aurey saw a usual wildfire in the city, on her right. She could barely hear the sound of gunshots. A lot was happening and she hoped her teammates could handle it while she went patrolling on her own. Suddenly she saw something blinking, in the corner of her left lens. She turned a bit more to her left and saw a black car entering the Nameless City. She had never seen a car like this before. This was the first time that she had witnessed new people arriving. Who could they be ? And why were they coming into this hell hole ? She made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on this vehicle and the people who were in it.

Meanwhile, Noah was lost in his thoughts as they were passing through the barbed wire gate of the city. He was just getting bored of the trip, having no idea why they got a call to come here. His partners and best friends in the car told him it was a well-paid mission, but he wasn’t really convinced by it. They had to do some cleanup as they were told. And given the sight of the city it seemed this town needed it. What was left of the police authorities were just broken cars, with no more tire or windows. They probably run away from all the chaos, just to survive somewhere else. Just being out of this mess. Noah kept staring through the window, his chin in the palm of his tattooed hand, just looking at all the clutter those crumbled buildings had made.

“A real concrete jungle…” He muttered.

Then he heard a howl. He was taken by surprise, not expecting to hear such a sound in this kind of city. He listened again, opening his window just to hear it more clearly. Another howling. It wasn’t human. It sounded more like an animal.

“ What was that ? Did you guys heard that ?” He said, his eyes widened as he couldn’t believe his ears.

"Heard what ?" Folio asked, not really paying too much attention to their surroundings.

"A howl. It sounded like a coyote. Or was it a wolf ?" Noah continued, his ears attentive to any other sound.

But the howling animal had stop. He still had no idea what his friends and him were getting into but he promised himself to investigate this strange city.

[beyond-the-stone]

Here Comes the Moon (SFK)

Playlist- HCTM🌙

this is the fist fic of a series. This chapter may not contain smut but others will. PLEASE USE YOUR BEST JUDGEMENT.

unedited except for grammarly (contact me if you want to edit.

this is my first fic be kind 🙏

also tag list is open lmk if you want to be added

fluff, kissing, suprise sam

Here Comes The Moon

You could still taste the sunscreen in your mouth. It had been lingering on your tastebuds for 4 hours, and you were starting to get used to it. You reached for your water bottle and finished it.

“Goddammit,” you spoke out loud.

You were hoping the water would last your entire hike but you still had a little further to go before starting your trek back down.

You turned around doing a full 360. 

“Goddammit,” you repeated. You didn’t see any water or someone who could be carrying any.

This was all your fault.

Just like everything else in your life, you messed it up. 

 You turned around again and continued to walk.

You started to think. 

You messed up your escape.

You ruined everything, and you knew it. 

Everything was up in the air.

Your family was disappointed in you, your best friend moved 4 time zones away from you, and you felt so helplessly alone.

By this time you had reached the peak of your height but were too upset to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

“Goddamit” you spoke again. The sun was setting and you hadn’t even started your trip back.

“Goddamit, goddamit GOD FUCKING DAMMIT,” You yelled into the earth far below you.

You began to cry and that turned into full-on sobbing. 

You sat down on the nearest rock and buried your face in your arms. 

Then you made a rash decision, you started kicking your backpack. You grunted or cursed loudly with each hard kick. tears still streaming down your face.

Mid-kick session you thought you heard a crunch, like a branch breaking. You stopped and stood still, and when the sound repeated you started to panic. You grabbed your now misshapen and lumpy bag. You began to move away from the sound fearing it was a wild animal. You grabbed your flashlight from the back pocket and slowly stepped backward.

The sounds were getting closer to you but you still couldn’t see anything. You feared a bear and started running through the checklist of what to do if one attacked you.

The noises continued to get louder and you were trying to use your limited animal knowledge to figure out what it could be.

All of a sudden your worst nightmare appeared in front of you.

A tall man appeared out of the woods. He had brown eyes and long hair and for a moment you thought he might be a woman, but the more you looked he clearly wasn’t, he had a beard. He was wearing a cut-off tee and the shortest shorts you had ever seen a man wear. 

He looked around a moment before he spotted you. 

When he finally turned towards your direction you realized he was out of breath and was nearly doubled over.

 You held your flashlight even tighter.

“Hey,” he called out giving a slight wave “are you ok? I came running this way because I thought someone was hurt. I heard a bunch of cursing an-”

“Back away,” you said in the calmest voice you could muster.

“What d-”

“I said back away!”

He stared at you for a moment almost frightened. Slowly his scared look faded into one of realization.

“Oh, OH, of course,” he slapped his forehead with a pained look. “I just snuck up on a woman alone in the woods. I’m so stupid. Fuck I am sorry. I just came this way because I thought someone was hurt and I wanted to help. I know that’s a sorry excuse. Man, I just left a ton of stuff in the woods. I mean what could I do.” He continued to ramble to himself. 

You were still kind of scared and considering how to escape this situation when he stopped speaking. You looked up and he was staring back at you.

“I am so sorry I just completely forgot my manners, I’m Sam!”

“Oh ok ummm..” you introduced yourself.

“It’s nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.” He laughed, his laugh was loud and genuine. 

He didn’t seem like a serial killer so you let your guard down slightly.

“What are you doing all alone out here in the dark?” He asked seeming genuinely curious.

“It’s the result of my bad planning” you sighed.”I was going on a hike, but I didn’t bring enough water and didn’t judge how much daylight I would have correctly.”

“Hmmm,” he registered what you said, a look of thinking set on his face. “I have water back at my campsite, and you can hang out there as long as you need. I can walk you back to town in the morning.”

“Morning?”

“Yeah, you have no chance of getting back in the dark.”

“Oh, ok.”

With that, he decided the conversation was over and turned on his heel. He gestured for you to grab your belongings and follow him. You knew this could end horrifically, yet you followed him anyway.

He was humming some song you had heard on the alternative radio station as he guided you through the trees.

Every so often he would run his hands through his hair.

He had great hair.

You kind of wanted to reach out and touch it, but you thought better of it.

It was silky soft and chocolate brown.

His hair was probably healthier than yours.

He continued to navigate his way through the woods, and you were too busy staring at his hair to notice when he had stopped walking. You ran into the side of him and he quickly grabbed your arm to steady you.

You looked up at him “Oh sorry, thanks. Guess I was distracted.”

“It's all good,” he chuckled

You surveyed the surrounding area taking in his campsite.

“Damn man this must have cost you a fortune.”

He shrugged, “I don’t really spend my money on anything else.”

“Still…”

“Yeah, I guess it was a bit pricey.” He laughed again.

“What do you do?” you asked genuinely curious.

He raised his eyebrows slightly then relaxed “ I work in the music industry.”

“That’s so cool! I wish I was more involved in music.” 

“Oh really?” He hurried into his tent and backed out holding an acoustic guitar,” Do you play?”

You laughed a bit “Oh god no. I wish I did, I play piano though.”

His jaw dropped slightly with excitement “I play piano! It’s my favorite!”

His excitement pored into the surrounding area filling you with happiness.

“Play for me on then!” you gestured to the guitar “I want to hear you play something.”

He looked up at you a little shyly “Ok.”

He sat down in a chair, allowing you time to get situated.

“Ok don’t laugh at me.” He gave you a pointed look.

“I promise” you declared with both your hands in the air.

He shifted some more then looked up at you. He blushed slightly before beginning a George Harrison song.

He plucked the strings for a moment before he began to sing.

“Everybody’s talking up a storm…”

He had a sweet voice, nothing extraordinary, but simple and steady. He rocked back and forth and you began to sway from side to side slightly.

By the time he had gotten to the last chorus, his voice had become breathy. The entire experience seemed all too personal. However, you loved it and wanted to hear him play again and again and again. He loved it so much and it was so clear that it was what he was meant to do.

You stared at him in amazement. He was looking down, hair falling into his face. He pushed his hair back and tentatively looked up at you, his face pink.

“Well… did you like it?”

You gave him an astonished look, mouth slightly opened. “Did I like it? I fucking loved it. I think you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen or heard!”

He whipped his head to look directly into your eyes, “You think I’m what?”

Your eyes widened shocked that you had said something. You couldn’t take it back so you decided to embrace it. “Well, I do thi-”

Sam cut you off. He stood up abruptly coming towards you.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

He took a moment to stare into your eyes.

He leaned in brushing his fingers against your cheeks before bending down to press his lips against yours.

You rocked forward on your feet leaning into the kiss. His lips were soft and he kissed you as if he had never kissed anyone. You slowly closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

He jumped on his chance and soon his tongue was in your mouth. He was so delicate and passionate that it made you go slightly limp. He stood upright holding the bottom of your face up to his. You reached up to run your hands through his hair. It was softer than you imagined. you were taking sharp inhales so you wouldn’t have to separate from him. His hands slowly moved down grazing your neck and spine until he had his hands wrapped around your waist.

Suddenly he pulled away, gasping for air. He looked down at his shoes and then up at you. You must have looked dumb with your mouth agape and cheeks bright red. None the less he extended his hand. You took it, his hands were callused and his fingers were long and nimble. His hand fit into yours perfectly. He guided you into the tent a look of determination on his face.

@itsafullmoon

[pinkrose787]

Chapter 5 Amnesia Branch AU!

Finished editing a day ahead of schedule! I hope you enjoy! :D

Summary: Poppy has to deal with the aftermath of the disastrous reunion between Branch and his brothers.

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The hospital hallway is quiet. No one stays here for long. Trolls are usually rushing off from one part of the hospital to another. Those who do want to visit someone, sit in the waiting room until they are able to. The doctors and nurses are always running from one patient to another.

There is only one troll standing in the hallway, Queen Poppy.

A thought crosses her mind, as she waits outside Branch’s room. Maybe leaving them alone was a mistake. If she had stayed, then she could mediate between the brothers. Tensions between them are so high. Maybe an outside perspective would do them good.

Then again Poppy isn’t much of an outside perspective. No matter what Branch says or does, she will always be on his side. Branch has confided in her so much about growing up with his brothers. She would use everything that she knows to justify any of Branch’s actions.

All of them are grown adults. They should be able to handle a simple conversation without devolving into a screaming match.

She exhales knowing that Branch’s brothers will be able to handle this. They have to. For Branch’s sake.

Muffled shouting starts coming from the room. Poppy instantly knows that it’s Branch shouting. It’s only been a few minutes. How is he already shouting at them? Things couldn’t have gone that wrong, right?

Every part of her screams that she should rush into the room, and help Branch calm down.

No. She has to trust that his brothers can handle this.

Maybe Poppy should have done something to help them prepare. Tell them more about how Branch is going to be. Model conversations with him. Make them flashcards. Anything that wouldn’t be throwing them straight to the wolf that is a gray Branch.

The shouting stops.

That’s good. Probably. Hopefully.

Maybe Branch got out all his angry energy, and now they’re moving on to reconciling. Perhaps, when that door opens again, all will be solved between Branch and his brothers.

The door opens.

John Dory, Clay, and Bruce walk out of the door. They have the same expressions as soldiers coming home from a bloody war. None of them are looking at each other nor are they looking at Poppy. Their eyes are all transfixed on the floor.

This is a terrible sign. People who have had a good reunion with their brother do not look like that.

The door is still open.

She hears Floyd’s voice. “I know you’re angry, but we’re not leaving you behind this time. I promise.”

Floyd walks out to the hallway, closing the door behind him. Thankfully, he doesn’t look like he just came out of a battle. There still is a weary expression on his face. Just not as weary as his brothers.

Poppy is about to ask them what happened in there. She doesn’t get the chance.

“What the hell was that?” John Dory shouts at Bruce. “I was too busy with my family. I love them too much to abandon them. Did you want to hurt Branch? Because that’s what you did!”

“You said what to Branch?” Poppy says. Her jaw is agape.

She hopes that this is a misunderstanding. She didn’t hear the whole conversation. Only Branch’s indistinct muffled shouting. There could be another explanation, because there is no way that Bruce would say that to Branch. He couldn’t possibly be that insensitive.

The four of them look at her shocked, as if they forgot that she was out here waiting for them. “Well…” Bruce fidgets with his hair. “That’s not exactly what I said.”

“It’s the gist of what you said though,” Clay says.

“Help me understand this.” Poppy pinches the bridge of her nose. “You told Branch, your brother, that you never came back for him, because you were too busy with your new family. Not only that…”

She starts to raise her voice. “But you love your new family too much to abandon them. Implying that you don’t really love Branch. And you did this when he is at his most vulnerable, in the hospital with amnesia!”

“Yes.” Bruce’s voice is quiet.

Poppy starts to pace around the hallway. “I cannot believe this. You all were in there for only a few minutes. How did it all fall apart so fast?”

Never in her worst imagination did she think that they would fall apart in a few minutes like this. Sure, Branch was going to be angry, but she thought that the others would have been able to keep it together for at least ten minutes.

“Branch started it. He came out swinging out of nowhere. We didn’t do anything.” Clay says. 

It is taking every fiber of her being to keep it together, and not shout at them. She knows that they were trying their best. Maybe they weren’t. She hopes that their best would be better than this. “I warned you that he was going to be like that! And you said that you could handle it! What could he have even said that was so bad?”

“Well…” John Dory puts his hands together. He looks away, not looking Poppy in the eyes. “The first thing he said was that we were twenty years too late.”

Poppy takes in a very deep breath. “And you were surprised by that? He said that the last time you reunited!”

“Yeah, but last time he didn’t calculate the percentage of his life that we’ve been present,” John Dory says.  

Oh, my God.

That’s the exact brutally honest statement Poppy expected Branch to say. He would do a calculation to figure out how long they have all been together. Proving his point with numbers is a hobby of his. Still, hearing that he did it is quite shocking.

Clay sucks air between his teeth. “Yeah, the number was not good.”

Bruce breaks away his gaze from the floor. He looks at Poppy. There’s a lot of hurt in his eyes. “Was he always like that?”

“Well…” Is there really a reason to mince her words here? Branch was depressed and angry for the vast majority of the time she’s known him. “Yes. He was. At least, he was like that when we first met.”

“When did you two meet?” Floyd asks. There’s a slight shake to his voice, as though he fears Poppy’s answer.

Poppy immediately knows the answer to this question. She could never forget the day that she first met Branch. With his gray colors and grumpy demeanor, he stood out among all the other trolls. The moment she met him, she knew that she wanted to be his friend. “Next month, It will have been 17 years since we first met.”

“17 years…” John Dory repeats. Poppy can tell that he’s doing the math in his head. “So, he was like that for 15 years?”

Poppy shakes her head. She wishes that it was only that long, even though it is most of Branch’s life, it is still shorter than how long it really was. “Longer. That was just when we met. He was still gray and angry long before that.”

Admittedly, she knows that Branch lost his colors when his grandma died.

What she doesn’t know is when he became so angry and turned against the world. Poppy had lost her colors, though only briefly, so she knows that it isn’t instant. It had to have been so many lonely nights to turn him against everyone.

Bruce sinks against the wall. He looks up at Poppy with watery eyes. “How did you deal with him for so long?”

That’s the question, isn’t it.

“It wasn’t easy.” Memories of Branch’s many rejections of her invitations replay in her mind. “He refused every single invitation I gave him. And I didn’t have anyone on my side helping me. Everyone I knew tried to tell me that he was a lost cause, but I knew different.”

Poppy fidgets with her hands. She remembers her and Branch’s first meeting so clearly. That day changed her life forever. “When I met Branch, I was being chased by a growl beast in the woods. I thought for sure that I was a goner. Then Branch came out of nowhere and started fighting it off. He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the monster.”

A smile forms on her face. The whole event was terrifying at the time. Looking back on it now though, it’s one of her fondest memories.

“We hid in a cave. And Branch started to give me a lecture about being safe in the woods. Then he noticed just how scared I was. He sat next to me. He didn’t say anything. I don’t think he knew what to say.”

“After a few minutes, he reached into his bag and pulled out a plush glowbug. He handed it to me. This makes me feel better when I’m scared. He told me. I hugged it close to my chest. It did make me feel better. But what really made me feel better was having him beside me.”

“That day, I saw a side to him that no other troll had seen. Beneath his sad and grumpy exterior was a regular kid who was scared. And every time I had my doubts about whether or not Branch could be helped, I held onto that glowbug plush and remembered that night in the cave.”

She looks up at the brothers. John Dory has tears in his eyes. “He really fought a growl beast when he was a kid?” he asks.

Poppy nods. “He did. And if he didn’t I don’t think I would be here.”

Thinking of it now, it’s kind of funny that the first thing Branch did when he met Poppy. Really set the precedent of how their relationship would go. “In fact, there’s a lot of times where I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him. He’s saved me so many times, it’s only right that I’m here to help him now when he needs it.”

“I want to be there for Branch too. I wasn’t there when he needed me most, and I am going to make up for it.” Floyd looks at his brothers. “We all need to be there for Branch. All of us.”

“Floyd’s right! We can’t let anything stop us from being there for Branch,” John Dory says.

It warms Poppy’s heart to hear them say that. She knows how important Branch’s brothers are to him. If he’s going to get better he is going to need all of their love and support. 

Bruce sighs. “I’m not sure if we should be here.”

“What?” Poppy says.

No. There’s no way he said that. He did not just say that. He did not. Poppy must have just misheard him. He could have meant something completely different.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m with Bruce. I don’t think we should be around Branch right now,” Clay says. He doesn’t look at anyone.

“You’re giving up on him? What about the story I just told you?” Poppy’s voice is beginning to shake.

Bruce sighs. “We’re not giving up on him. We’re just giving him space. Besides it’s different for us. You didn’t hurt Branch the way we did.”

No. No! Poppy is not going to let this happen. “You can’t leave! This will crush him!”

“Will it? Because what I saw in there was that us being in there hurt him. He ended up in tears after only talking to us for a few minutes.” Bruce gets up off the floor. He turns to leave. “So, you know what? I’m out, for Branch’s sake.”

John Dory grabs his arm. “What happened to what we promised yesterday?” His voice is gruff. “That nothing is going to stop us from being there for him. That we’re sticking by him no matter what.”

“Well, that was before we knew how painful seeing us would be for him! Being around us clearly hurt him. So, why should we stick around?” Bruce says.

Poppy’s heart feels like it’s pounding out of her chest. “Because he’s your brother! He needs you! He needs all of you!” She is screaming at this point. She has to get them to stay. For Branch’s sake. Them leaving again will crush him. And Poppy doesn’t know if she could help heal him if they do.

“No, he doesn’t. Us being around him has only hurt him. This is for the best,” Bruce says in a low voice. He refuses to meet anyone’s gaze. “C’mon, Clay. We need to go.”

Clay starts to follow Bruce towards the exit. He looks back. “I’m sorry, but this is for the best.”

Poppy is paralyzed. This is all some horrendous nightmare, right? It has to be.

But it’s not.

“Wait!” Poppy shouts. They’re getting away. She needs to stop them. Perhaps, if she explains that being there for Branch isn’t hurting him, then they’ll change their minds. They’ll turn around and come back.

“Poppy, let them go.” Floyd puts his hand on her shoulder. “Chasing after them won’t work. It never does.”

Tears well up in Poppy’s eyes. “I can’t believe that they’re leaving Branch again!”

Floyd pulls Poppy into a hug. She collapses into it. Tears start flowing down her face. “I know. I can’t believe it either.”

“Look, we’re still here! And we’re not going to leave!” John Dory gives Poppy a thumbs up and a big smile.

Poppy wipes her tears. She pulls away from the hug. At least, there’s still two of Branch’s brothers sticking by his side. “Thanks guys. I really appreciate it. And I know that Branch is going to really appreciate it even if he doesn’t say it.”

“That’s right,” Floyd says softly, “We’re not leaving Branch, and we’re not leaving you.”

The whole situation feels less catastrophic. Maybe Branch having two of his brothers stay by his side will lessen the pain of Bruce and Clay leaving. At least, they’re helping her. She doesn’t know if she’d be able to handle this without them.

Thinking of Branch, he’s probably devastated about the fight. She doesn’t want him to be alone. “I’m going to check on Branch,” Poppy says.

“Okay, we’ll be right out here if you need us,” Floyd says.

Poppy smiles at them. She knocks gently on the door. Mostly as a courtesy. She slowly opens the door. While she wants to see her boyfriend, she knows that he probably doesn’t want to see her right now. But she won’t let him isolate himself again.

“Hey, Branch. How are you doing?” She closes the door behind her.

Branch looks worse than when Poppy last saw him twenty minutes ago. He’s sitting curled up in a ball on his hospital bed. His eyes are puffed up from crying. Somehow, he looks greyer. “Go away.” His voice is hoarse.

That’s the reaction she was expecting. “I’m not going away.” She walks over to his bedside. “You know that right? I am staying by your side no matter what.”

“Why?” Branch looks away from her.

Poppy takes his hand. “Because I love you, silly!”

Branch sighs. “You shouldn’t. I’ve only ever caused you pain.”

It aches Poppy’s heart to hear Branch say something like that. It aches even more to know that Branch truly believes that at the core of his being. “I know you think that, but that’s a lie. You’ve brought me so much joy. My life is better with you in it!”

“Is it?” Branch turns to look at her. “Because I have never seen you look so miserable. And why are you miserable? Because of me.”

“I’m not miserable. I’m just worried about you.”

“Were you worried about me when you were shouting in the hallway?”

Oh, God. He heard that. She hopes that he only heard that she was shouting rather than what she was shouting. “Yes, I was.”

“What would even upset you so much that you started shouting?” He sighs. “Let me guess, my brothers left again.”

“Well, not all of them. John Dory and Floyd are still out in the hallway.” She tries to smile at him. As though, only being abandoned by two of his brothers rather than all four is a comfort.

“That’s not surprising. They always run when things get rough.” He brings his knees closer to him. “What’s surprising is how out of character you’ve been acting. And I’m the reason for it.”

Poppy wants to refute every single point Branch is making. She’s struggling to find the words to make Branch see the truth. That he’s made her happier than anyone else has. That she loves him with every single fiber of her being.

“I’m not good for you, Poppy. It doesn’t matter how you try to spin it. I’ll always be poison to you. We shouldn’t be together. You are better off without me,” Branch continues.

“What are you saying?” There’s a tremble in her voice. She doesn’t want the answer. She knows exactly what he’s saying.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Hearing those words feels like a gunshot. “You can’t. Please. Don’t.”

He doesn’t look at her. “You deserve someone better. Someone who actually makes you happy. Someone who doesn’t make you cry like I do.”

Her vision becomes blurry as the tears well up in her eyes. She tries to fight them back. Crying would only prove his point. “No, I deserve you! You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I love you!” she screams.

“I love you too. Which is why I’m letting you go.” Branch takes in a deep shaky breath. “Please, go. I can’t be around you anymore.”

“Branch…”

“Go!” he shouts.

There isn’t anything she can say to get through to him. The self-hatred is his mind is able to scream louder than Poppy ever could. “Alright. But I’ll still be here for you. I promise.”

Branch doesn’t say anything.

Poppy walks out the hospital room. The second that she closes the door, she lets the tears start falling. She’s never felt such heartbreak before. It’s suffocating.

“What happened in there?” Floyd asks.

“Branch broke up with me,” Poppy manages to speak through her sobs.

“What? Why?” John Dory asks. “He loves you, so much!”

Poppy finds that she doesn’t have the ability to speak anymore. Words weigh too much. Her heart weighs too much. The entire world is pressing down on her. She collapses to the ground.

“Poppy!” John Dory shouts.

“I’m alright,” Poppy manages to say.

John Dory and Floyd sit down next to her. They both give her a hug.

As comforting as the hug is, she wishes that Branch was the one comforting her. She wishes that Branch would wrap his arms around her, tell her that everything is going to be okay. That he’s here for her.

But he isn’t. He might never be there for her again. And that kills her inside.

[nerdacious]

So now that the fic has been finished for a bit I have some questions about the making of Partners and Paper Trails. I'm just curious about what it was like to write it (and wondering whether my experiences writing for this fandom are universal). No pressure to answer!

Generally speaking, did you find Harry's chapters or Kim's chapters harder/easier to write?

Which parts of the fic (either POV) were your favorite to write? Alternatively, which parts were unexpectedly frustrating?

From what I understand, you wrote the entire fic ahead of time and then edited it as you went along, but didn't start publishing it until the first draft was entirely finished. Do you have any advice for someone who's attempting to write a long fic following a similar process?

(as a secret fourth question, if there's any hidden lore/details that people didn't seem to pick up on/something else fic related you want to share and haven't had the opportunity to, I'm all ears. love me some secret lore 👀)

Sorry it took me so long to respond, I was working on my response instead of working and then I was like crap, I should probably do work, and then I actually went out and did stuff with people irl for once lol. So now I'm back home and can answer this!

Generally speaking, did you find Harry's chapters or Kim's chapters harder/easier to write?

There were aspects of both that were difficult. I spent a whole other fic in Kim's head so I had more practice with him, but I think Harry ended up being a little easier or at least more fun. I could break up reactions and thoughts into each of his aspects vs the solid paragraphs of Kim's chapters. You also can just do more wacky stuff with Harry and his skills. However, it was hard to remember all of the skills. Like, I did Encyclopedia so dirty. After a point I kind of just forgot about him or didn't feel like thinking up facts for him to chime in about lol

Which parts of the fic (either POV) were your favorite to write? Alternatively, which parts were unexpectedly frustrating?

My favorite thing to write is dialogue, especially when Kim and Harry are really getting into the groove of the case and when they get their little banters going. I also really like competence porn so Harry wasn't nearly as much of a mess as he could be in game. It was a bit of a wish fulfillment fic in that I wanted to see Harry doing better for himself and not just for Kim. I think directly after Martinaise he probably was doing worse than the point he's at in the start of the fic.

The hardest part was writing the case and trying not to make it too obvious (but it definitely was so I had to hope people enjoyed it regardless haha). I'd never done a mystery before so coming up with what happened and how/what they discovered was challenging. So I guess that's not really unexpectedly difficult. Writing the actual porn was unexpectedly frustrating! A majority of what I write is smut so it was like "why is this so difficult???". I had to get that last chapter perfect (I still don't think it is, but what writer ever does) because I dragged it out long enough and I didn't want to let anyone down. It's very different from what I originally had. I also had never written d/s before, thankfully my editor has experience in that realm so he had really good pointers even though it's really light in the fic lol. I still don't know how successful I was with the smut for this one.

From what I understand, you wrote the entire fic ahead of time and then edited it as you went along, but didn't start publishing it until the first draft was entirely finished. Do you have any advice for someone who's attempting to write a long fic following a similar process?

Some people can just write and post as they go, but I have way too much anxiety to start posting something that isn't finished. I also have way too much ADHD to trust that once I started something I actually would finish it. I've also seen too many fics that don't know or don't want to quit so they just keep going past the point where it would have been a good/interesting ending (not really in this fandom, I just mean in general). So, yes, I finished it, had my editor do an initial read, made some general edits based on his feedback, and then he did a more in-depth edit of the first few chapters and then I started posting them. Some chapters I added a lot more to them during this stage and some chapters stayed pretty much the same. There are a few chapters that haven't been edited because he was unexpectedly unavailable for an extended period of time and I didn't want to stop the momentum. I didn't really have a beta reader for this one, but I asked a few people to beta specific chapters. It's not something I typically would want, I'd have preferred to have a beta for all of it, but it is what it is (or was rather). So all of that is to say, you don't have to do it that way lol, but I would at least have an outline and stopping point and stick to it. And if you want a beta reader, find someone who's opinion you trust and who you can trust will be honest with you. Also don't get rid of anything entirely. If you like something, but it doesn't work, cut it and paste it in a separate document because you might find a way to bring it back or parts of it back in other places. Also make copies for version control. Once I finished it, I made a copy so if I changed something too much in the final version but didn't like it, I could either refer back to or restore parts from the original.

As for secret lore/things no one mentioned:

In the first chapter, when Mollins first flips the siren on, Harry has an adverse reaction to the sound because of his encounter with The Pigs. Then there's an Esprit De Corps check about her listening to her police shows. (Hilarious fact: I couldn't remember her real name correctly at first and before I double checked the wiki I thought it was Marine Le Pen loool)

This goes back to the first fic, but Kim bought a book on how to support someone in addiction recovery and the receipt shows he bought it when he first started as a detective with Eyes. If you take the radiation drug in the game, there's mention of Kim possibly having had a partner with addiction. Also based on his many comments on seeing officers in much worse condition and having only one partner, I'm guessing he's talking about Eyes so I went with that. I still have no idea what exactly happened with Eyes in my story, though.

Shivers helps Kim open the door to the Linnea.

The reason Johnny's body was dropped off in the Harbor is because there had been a bank robbery in Jamrock at the time and there were cops everywhere looking for anything suspicious. That's a tidbit that didn't make it into the text.

The people in Harry's Shivers check in the first part of his final POV chapter are the people that would have been targeted next.

Thanks for asking these questions, they were fun to answer!

[aprillikesthings]

GOOD MORNING (afternoon actually) time for more she-ra

(I actually started this episode last night lol but wasn't able to finish it)

s5 ep3 corridors

oh this episodes starts with the intro instead of an open. okay.

nnnoooooo

Not only do Catra's ears do a little twitch but it makes a really adorable noise????

Also I just looked at my fic to make sure I mention that Catra's eyes glow a little and got distracted rereading my own porn lolol but yes I did already edit that into a scene

man I feel sad for both of them here. they're both just little kids--with like, zero good role models :(

poor babies

anyway, nice segue

oh those lights are explosions. oh. :(

would you like some heavy-handed but appropriate symbolism

but also the clones are basically stalking her every move, and she runs into the clone that's actually Hordak

I wanted to get a screenshot of her smoothing down her hair and accidentally got whatever this is lol

but yeah Hordak is like "I don't know what you're talking about. anyway go away."

LOL

The ship shuts down and stops in space which is really funny because THAT'S NOT HOW SPACE WORKS unless you're fighting the gravity of a nearby planet or star or something you should maintain your speed forever

but whatever, fantasy universe, plot, etc.

awwwww Catra and Glimmer are talking again. Their banter is so easy to read as flirtatious, too.

It is a struggle not to screenshot every single facial expression they make during this scene.

...Also, I should read my friend's Glitra fics.

THEY'RE SO CUTE

Glimmer mentions specifically raiding the kitchen for cake enough times that I'm 99% sure I subconsciously remembered it when I wrote that short fic that includes it considering I wrote/posted it before I got to any of the mentions of it in my re-watch.

She even mentions eating it with her hands and here I thought it might be weird that I put it in the story lolol

I forgot entire huge portions of plot but remembered Glimmer likes to sneak into the kitchen to eat cake with her hands.

(they're talking about sleepovers)

UGH THIS SCENE IS SO GOOD also the look on Catra's face while she talks about Adora during happier times 🥺

SHIT Daci came upstairs okay I gotta finish this tomorrow

it is now tomorrow :D

don't mind me gonna rewatch this whole scene because it's so painfully sweet

OH ALSO one of the things that's good to note for myself later (re: character stuff) is that Catra is still a little shit here. She opens the conversation by taunting Glimmer about her failed attempts at escape, and when Glimmer pushes back she initially starts to leave.

So yeah. She's always still a bit of a brat.

ALSO I want to note that part of the reason they're willing to tolerate each other at all is that, at this point in the plot, they've both done Pretty Bad Shit. Whether it's the same amount of bad shit is a matter of debate, but Glimmer feels horribly guilty for trying to use the Heart of Etheria and allowing Horde Prime to find them--she's even the reason Catra is on the ship. So they're sort of equals at this point. I don't think Glimmer would be friendly to Catra to quite the same extent if she didn't have that hanging over her. I could be wrong though.

But also yeah they're still very similar people.

look at how soft she is ;_;

but yeah Glimmer's talking here, and oof, look at Catra

do you also have some regrets bb

;_;

and then she gets up and walks off without a word to Glimmer

lol the claws on the wall, absent-mindedly. I know why she's doing that--the urge to leave a mark, however minor--"I was here"--to be even the tiniest thorn in the side of an enemy that unfathomably powerful.

another allusion to Christianity

they went for (synthesized) Gregorian chanting here instead of the organ

oh no it's that fucked-up baptism thing D:

(true story: a lot of churches are willing to baptize you more than once, especially if they're weirdoes and don't think other churches' baptisms count. The Episcopal Church, like most mainline protestant denominations, won't re-baptize you--if your previous baptism was done with the Trinitarian formula ("Father, Son, and Holy Spirit") it counts. This actually gets tricky if you were baptized as a Mormon, because they do use the Trinitarian formula, but they mean entirely different things by it! In some parts of the country you'll get rebaptized, in others you won't. Sometimes they'll do what's called a conditional baptism, where they literally say "If you are not baptized, [name], I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit." Like. They insert a "just in case" clause. They also do this for people who just do not know if they were baptized--like if you can't ask your parents whether you were baptized as a baby because they're dead/no-contact. Anyway I was seven when I got baptized, so I remember it, which is nice; but I did text my mom about it when I was about to get confirmed and it turned out she'd kept my baptismal certificate all these years?!)

I don't know if they were going for The Meme this time--I don't think so? it's just a good way to frame this scene? --but I cannot unsee it

oof it must hurt to admit that, but also, it must be a bit of a relief to actually GENUINELY NOT KNOW and be unable to give away anything

"And yet you seek to protect her" dude has her number that's a fact

oh god he tells her to get info from Glimmer D:

"If I could tell you where Adora is I would! She's my enemy! I want her gone!" oh baby you're so convinced

at this point in the plot I'm not entirely sure he's wrong, but of course he misunderstands why it's a bad thing and the solution to it

(I get that a sprinkle of water on your head is a totally valid baptism but also I think more mainline churches should have full-immersion options bc I just think it makes sense from a symbolism standpoint. I know some mainline churches will allow you to do it if you're an adult getting baptized. Depends on the church/clergy.)

ANYWAY real glad that baptismal fonts/pools aren't electrified

And yes bringing Catra there was a threat

And Catra brings Glimmer cake

aww

hm

she could have stood looming over Glimmer here. Instead she's literally on her knees and holding Glimmer's other hand. She doesn't want to intimidate Glimmer into giving her information. She wants Glimmer to kNOW.

Glimmer drops the cake.

I'm gonna chew my fingers off aaaaugh

I'VE HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT i knew I would and I'm only halfway through the episode hold on

[imliterallyjustablackgirl]

"About the Blogger" meme

Thank u sm for tag @happylikeasadsong

Star Sign(s): Virgo sun, Cancer rising and Aries Moon - * ratata, in the ghettooo*

Favorite Holidays: Christmas and New Years, I just love little lights and the snow in the trees and to be reminded that makeup is just make up by the Canadian wind, while I get bitch slapped like I owes it money, ahhh, canadian's winter. I loveeee Christmas songs, I get so excited when it'ssss timmmee ( Mariah is it you). I dream for the day were I get to put lil socks like in movies with name and everything. Might even stitch them myself uwu. We don't do it, but maybe one day, family on my own.

Last Meal: As like my last meal if I d i e or - I ate a burned sandwich, I did it to myself. Me and myself are not talking right now, the sandwich was the last straw for today. It had two large meatballs in a subway wanna be bread - could have been great- I'm getting emotional all over again.

Current Favorite Musician: Brown noise 10 hrs- no wait - Rap orchestra - that's like the current thing I'm listening to right now. Mostly Metro's concert rap Orchestra. But Tanarelle, forever my love. Sade, for sure.

Last Music Listened To: * sigh - go look at the last edit I watched** 1975- about you, the snippet of Holt singing. Last Movie Watched: Bottoms - Lmao- THEEE GAYYYZZZ

Last TV Show Watched: Craig of the Creek - Rick and Morty, Bob's burgers, I watch Bob's burgers alot.

Last Book/Fic Finished: Now why did you have to do me like dat.

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: W A W Abandoned? I Do Not Abandoned My Kids. They just live inside my head until one day a smell, a sound,or an idea reminds me that they exist, or I write them on a piece of paper and forget about it OR they live inside my notes pads. Let's not speak about myout-of-wedlockk Skyrock- Wattpat and Fanfiction.net, children, they are not mine, you cannot prove it. Where is the paternity test?

Currently Reading: Y'all posts, like it's bedtime stories. Curry's fanfictions - honestly I read most of y'all updated or not fanfiction, I was on A3O Sydcarmy tags when there was barely two pages, so ouf - thank you to y'all my loves :* truly. I would lie if I said now I have too much windows open I'm confusing the timelines and fanfic. - Seasons of Sydney by shewalksoverme I am waiting for them to update. I am not handling it well, sadly *sighs*

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: Canada's woods, slightly make me sounds like a serial killer but HOW would you write a werewolf Carmy,huh!? I lived there most of my life, thought it would help me get a better writing experience, yet I've been too busy to continue and now I'm alarmeling aware that we have coyotes. Great ;-;

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: I have alot but I watched the last episode of Stranger Things with my friends last year. S8 of TVD, feeling like a last survivor of some sort, trauma lol - The Howl House - the finality, it healed my inner child to see a queer neurodivergent kid being understood by her mom, kick ass and be happy lol.

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: Amphibia- it's such a cute and layered cartoon. OMG - I ALMOST FORGOT - CENTAURWORLD. It deserves the praise. It deserves to be acknowledged, the bad guy changed my perception of so many things.

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: I wish (His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass) when I tell you, that this fantasy world has haunted me, because of how good it was for little girl me, argh! I would watch it all over again, I wish it had a bigger fanbase - if you love Christmas-

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For:

Listen - Projects are not the issue, it's the follow-through, I'm gonna try writing mini-stories to keep my mind engaged. I'll manipulate myself into work - Also I keep losing password to things so, yeah- My fic started: Under the moon- I will this week updated it- I want to write more one-shots, more smut for sure- I am interested in exploring differents fronts of any characters. Shit, I might even a Bob's Burgers fanfic. You can't stop me, you're not my mom- that I know of :O I would like @currymanganese to do it @angelica4equity You don't have to, but like... an ant somewhere might die cauz of it so, idk- do u wanna be an ant murdereww? Yeah, that's what i thought

[jaspertjunk]

More fun facts about The Story because it's currently living rent free in my mind:

I came across the word Sidus by accident while doing homework

Sidus is the only one of the Not Humans(TM) who is the same age as the human cast. The others are all close in age but you get as much as two years of swing in either direction. For variety

Deimos and Phobos actually are inspired by the Greek gods Deimos and Phobos to an extent

I fear this may become my new all consuming focus but I wasn't finished being mentally ill about the last one :(

I picked Deimos and Phobos because there are a lot of paired characters and paired character tropes that people use, including FROM Greek mythology (Castor and Pollux) but Deimos and Phobos are NEVER among them

They literally get called Dread and Panic as a joke because one I think it's funny two I don't want their inspiration to get forgotten if I end up changing their names and three these kids cause problems

One last thing about Deimos and Phobos, the names of their A sides were meant completely seriously as a nod to their weird fucked up roles but also I can't stop giggling about it

Sidus is probably so fucking funny

The humans definitely played at least a couple of sessions of D&D together when they were younger

You want to send me asks about this oooooooooo you want to send me asks about this soooooo bad ooooooooooooo

The humans take really good care of each other and are good friends to each other but they are also so unhealthily codependent like you put those kids in different houses for a couple days and they start clawing at the walls

Kind of the whole inspiration for this was me looking at how fans and fandoms interact with media and going wouldn't it be cool if a writer were to use their own fandom's engagement as a story element

For example the whole sentient rift thing was inspired by something I find really fascinating where something that happens in canon is sort of a self fulfilling prophecy like when a character puts up a facade and large swathes of the fandom fall for it

This is also why the characters are forced into common archetypes and tropes and why I said that people that go in the rift have aspects of their personalities enlarged or reduced to make them better fit those tropes because that's exactly what fandom does. Hell, I'm guilty of it. A lot, actually.

EDIT I LITERALLY FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT ONE so obviously the nonhuman roles work different and one of the things about them is that there are certain conditions you invariably either enter the adventure filling or end up filling based on your role. And the main thing about brains (which is the only one I've thought through very much tbh which is why I have so much lore about Deimos and Phobos as a collective but not much about them as individuals) is that they're bound to feel incomplete as individuals. They are not themselves without some external element that they've attached themselves to, usually a person. Some people say it's a soulmate thing, brains aren't whole without their other half. Smart people say they've just tied their identity too strongly to external factors. But I digress.

Sidus teaches the humans about her people but a lot of what she says is either something she misinterpreted, wrong, or straight up a lie she told them cuz she thought it was funny.

[kirstenonic05]

I can't believe I got tagged for this. Thank you @rottenpumpkin13!

Rules: post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I'm gonna tag people now and then put the WIP names under the read more because I wasn't lying when I said I have an unholy amount of WIPs!

@nibwhipdragon @idolcrescent @shadowsageingempress and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure, though! :D

I have this many stories:

And this many finished:

So uh. This'll be fun. (I won't do all my WIPs but... it's still a lot...)

I think this would be a lot funnier if I took screenshots of the names/adding the pictures that are attached to the Keep notes, but there are just too many to do that. Anything in italic isn't in the title, it's just present me screaming

(Sadly all my finished fics have funnier titles since I finish crackfics in a day, and sorry for the weird formatting! I reached the paragraph cap apparently :()

Star of the Sea 2 (No name)

"What should we do with its corpse?" (Rewritten) (Two ghosts discuss throwing away a dead centipede. One throws it at the other)

Encounter with the Local Dark Mage (I only have a title... I don't even know who the characters will be yet... Why am I like this...)

Comfort (I'M A SENTENCE OFF OF FINISHING I THINK)

The Demon and the Boy (I am SO CLOSE to finishing this. Just need to edit. Might end up on Ao3)

The Dark Mage and the Dark Alchemist

I don't have a title but Sig cheers up Schezo

A New Cave???

A Len, Two Lens (Waiting on Ink to send me some of the script, collab moment)

Scarf

Also no name, smth abt Allen and Hibiya but fantasy???

The Closet's Other Door (Continuation of a fic named The Closet)

Also no name, Armani (OC)'s birthday

Photos

The Master of the Heavenly Yard

I don't want to die

Nightmare (I thought this was done...)

A Glitch's Musings (I DON'T REMEMBER WRITING MORE ECHOED TIME STUFF HELLO??)

Times Two (I wrote so much for Echoed Time and. Forgot)

Repression

No name but continuation of Joseph has a dragon spirit that goes out of control (Aurora Dragon)

Plush

No name, everyone's animal hybrids except Sonic

Sick

Interrogation

I'm so sorry Mayday (I'm so sorry for doing this to you Mayday...)

No name, Joseph post apocalypse(?)

Me, the Stall Wall, and You

Three Wings, Five (OUGH THE AU UPDATED. NOW IT HAS TO BE 7 WINGS)

You tried (That sounds so angsty without the context of Chrom walks into a Minecraft desert temple and blows up...)

Digitalis

Spin a Tale of Silk and Cotton

Chase

Isle of Destiny

Reality Check

Guardian Angel

To the Pure Body, to the Perfect Existence

Volume Control (Help how do you write sad Tsukasa)

Last One Standing

Dualheart

Different

Twist of Fate

Dimensional Scream

Before Disaster

Fighting a King

Red String

At Dawn (DD edition)

Bottoms Up

Themes

What's in a name?

Couple of Strays

Stuck in Stone

Heterochromia

City Boy Lost (Joseph gets lost: The story)

Merry Chrimpus

Tales from the Shattered Star

Birth... marks? (This was meant for Caejose week but I was busy rip)

From the Dark World

Dark Fear

Night in the Desert

So, do you like him? (Huh Joseph? Do you like him? It looks like you do)

Corrupted Code

Crumbling Stars

Hotel (My lord I was on a full SoSS spree after Frontiers, that's like 6 in a row including two others that are here somewhere)

Tension

Heads Up! (Local hedgehog yeets ghost friend's head at people)

Ridgegate Rumble (Also the name of the song I'm turning in as an assignment lol)

Redeemed Flame

Light of the Sun

Out of Known Time (Almost done...)

Swords

Carriage (The only Shrimp fic that isn't finished, set before Soggy Shrimp and Emotional Support Shrimp)

Another Life

The Ultimate

Faded Light

Wish Come Through - Wish Fall

Meeting

Aurora Dragon

Family

Reflection

Instinct

Murky Water

Land of Ice (Light, Butterflies and the Never-Ending Winter)

Refracted Invader

"Best Coffee to ever grace the earth"

The Boy

Enter: The Ripple

Skirmish Pack

At what cost?

Silence

Your Turn

Copy (OH RIGHT JOSEPH CLONE AU. I SHOULD FINISH THAT.)

A New World

Clothes

Threaded Stars (SOSS DD crossover I forgot about...)

Sugar Rush

To Turn Back Time

Arachnophobia

BOY I DIE The End (I've finished BOY I DIE the first and almost finished this one :3)

BOY I DIE the middle one (I have not started this one though...)

Yearn For Home

Wait ghosts can't-

A Totally Normal Day (Putting my OCs on a date...)

Insight

Sweet Treat

Logical Stimulus (HELP BATTLE SCENES ARE SO HARD TO WRITE. HOW DO YOU WRITE VANITAS.)

Blue Eyes, Red Stone (I forgot to finish this one sorry Nibwhip... It's the Monster Hunter JoJo fic)

Photo Ghost

Unfounded Kingdom

Two

Not so Dark

Similar (Hedgehog and Human)

Popsicles (Will be on the Caejose collection once it's done. If I finish it, of course)

Just a Familiar

Final Battle...?

Time Stops

Barista

Heart's Pulse

Immortal

Welcome to Vivosaur Island

The Heroes

Fireflies

Like Surviving the Apocalypse (OC edition)

Like Surviving the Apocalypse (AU Joseph edition)

Live Play

Aragami - 荒神

Reunion

It's Time (Kirsten finish Echoed Time fics challenge: impossible. Literally this is the beginning of the series and I STILL haven't finished it.)

Chaos Warp (OH HELLO SOSS FIC THAT IGNORES ALL THE RULES OF SOSS)

Light in the Dark

My Own Hands (Rerun)

My Own Hands

Comrades No More (Rerun)

Comrades No More (OG CitS edition)

Distorted Graffiti (It's literally just Comrades No More with a different name and they dance before killing each other... what the heck past me...)

Winter Wonderland

The Supernatural

【End of Days】 (Kirsten don't write the end of the AU before the start challenge: Impossible impossible)

Midnight Dancing

Arena (I think I never finished this because the characters changed names 3 times during writing lol)

Learn to Dance

Ruins Deep

How to say "I love you" (Learn to dance from Caesar's POV)

Tsunami

Snow Tower

Phone

Time, again and again

Heart Burn (Probably gonna split this into 4 different oneshots ngl)

Cast Away (I THOUGHT I FINISHED THIS D:)

Eternamax

Cute? (Not in the way you think)

Mission

Jail of Burning Hell (An actual mission name from Sonic Adventure. How.)

Treading the Needle (I wrote the start to OG CitS and never finished it, then proceeded to write everything in between and the end. Ok me.)

Legendary Heroes II

Beautiful One Day

Lock

Table Tennis Table (OH RIGHT THE JOSEPH AND SONIC BREAK A TV AND ALLEN IS DISAPPOINTED FIC. I NEED TO FINISH THIS.)

Brioche (I have like 3 fics named brioche. Which fic is this.)

Braving Lightning

Meet the Ghosts

Rift Token Pendent

Joe's Diary 2

Zombies at Port

Zombies at Port (Dream accurate) (Technically done?)

The Start of Origins

Beast on World's End (The day I figure out how to write DIO, the day I will finish this fic)

Shuniji (EotD version)

Shuniji (Minecraft accurate)

Lunch

Mice on Venus

Anigame

Anigame 2 (Kirsten name your fics-)

Ridgegate Rock (OG CitS version)

Night Market

Arrival (i wrote this playing Stardew) (The previous brackets is actually in the title...)

Butterfly House (Valentines 2021) (NOOO I NEVER FINISHED THIS D:)

Water's Edge

Turtle Beach

Allen, Joseph, and the Mizutsune (I need to. Finish this.)

Streak of Lightning

Guest

(Not So) Secret Island

Son of a Champion (Nuzlocke gone wrong not clickbait)

Kars' 100% Accurate Retelling of Meeting Joseph (It's not accurate)

Through Ghost Eye

Dance of the Decorous

March of the Profane (So I made this challenge where I wrote two fics at the same time (This and Dance of the Decorous) that share the same amount of sentences, and chose two songs that are the same but remixes as the titles. I wanna continue these fics sometime cause I'm kinda proud of them ngl...)

Purest Sky and Sea (Started this with Ink and. Forgot abt it)

Wrong Seat, Right Timing (Ink and I have to finish this! :D)

Blue on the Run

Dawn (Another fic named Dawn??? It's... Stardew???)

Temporal Rift (THIS WASN'T EVEN TAGGED AS STORY I JUST STUMBLED ACROSS IT WHILE TRYING TO FIND SMTH. HELP I MIGHT HAVE A LOT OF FICS I'M MISSING)

Shadows on the East (This is one of my most important fics and it wasn't tagged as story...)

Up towards the sky (I wrote a Caejose New Years fic??? What??? When???)

Where it all went wrong

Poffins (Continuation to Underground on Ao3!)

Eye of Memory

Sunflowers Spring Forth Day

~ℜ𝔢𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢~ Bluebells Sound Death

Sunset Orange (I think I've written more oneshots for this AU than the actual main story...)

Sunrise Yellow

EC x SDV (Aka Boredom/Commas everywhere) (I REMEMBER THAT I COULDN'T FINISH THIS BECAUSE IT WENT OVER THE GOOGLE KEEP WORD LIMIT LOL)

The Mystery of the Two Pranksters

Lost Memory

I know who you are (Well that's not cryptic as heck)

Token

Dreaming of Shooting Stars

Dreams (3 SoSS fics in a row again. Huh.)

Love?

Name

Nest

Golden Friendships

No name, Eye of the Sea intro for EotD

Who are you?

Valentines (ANOTHER VALENTINES FIC???)

Stairwell (This was a story where anything stupid that happened to me at this stairwell would be rewritten with characters but... I'm not at that school anymore... this might be finished...)

Full

Orchid

The Legendary Wolf Likes Coke (COCA COLA. NOT COCAINE)

America? (America is not real)

JOeStar rEcreation: Project Hamon (J.O.S.E.P.H ;) )

Rain under the Trees

It feels like midnight

The Revolution Comes Around Again

Before I say goodbye to you

Collab Story

The end of the 10 year story (10 years irl)

Null

Rumours

The Mentor Servant's Name

Who's She? (Sounds kinda angsty but it's not... It's SoSS)

Shadows of the Past (White Deal)

Scarf (OH LOL I'VE USED THIS TITLE TWICE)

Sea of Fire

Visit

Left in Ruins

The Concept of Love

A little spider goes a long way (Eden why did you name the spider that) (My friend named a spider Joseph and then we talked abt it and a crackfic spawned...)

Safari Zone

Another

DD rewritten

Around the World

One and the Same

Royalty is not for us

Entralinked

Servant of the Worlds

The Evillious Chair

Why does a flaming arrow hold a curse instead of killing the victim straight away?

Strengths and Weaknesses

Christmas Snack

Happy birthday Sonic!

Back in Time

Blossom Storm

Hanahaki

A day in the life of the Kagamine/Lucifin Twins (TYPO SPOTTED. IT'S SPELT "LUCIFEN")

Tricksters in the Lucifenia Palace

Slice of Life - Ancestral Bonds (I'm 100% sure there's a continuation to this somewhere that's unfinished but I can't find it...)

As Faith Foretold

Dimensional Defenders - 1 (My first ever fic!!! Wow!!!)

Experiment TS-#042 (Sad that I didn't get far in this, I had so many ideas for this AU as a kid)

Mirai

A day in the Lucifenian Castle

Len's Adventures at Gakupo's Sushiria (Collab with my friend, who wrote Miku's Scooperia)

Tuna why did you make me do this you peckneck smh (Speaking of said friend...)

Shattered Mirrors

One

Through the desert's flames

Pocky

Earthen Guardians

Ships on a Spaceship (There are 3 separate stories for this, and 2 more planned. Why would I do that to myself)

Azure Gold

Azure Wind (These two fics are not related to each other. Azure Gold and In Love with a Wyvern are. What.)

Mirror Cave

In love with a wyvern

New World, New Beginnings (JOJO MINECRAFT ISEKAI FIC I WROTE AND FORGOT ABT??? HELLO???)

Lab AU??? (The AU has a name y'know, past me)

Among Us there are Two (Part 3) (ONE DAY I WILL FINISH THIS)

Cookies

And that's all! If you made it this far, thank you for dealing with my disaster!

[artabria]

Tagged by @onewhoturns

1) How many works do you have on AO3

29!

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

36.281 words. (I like drabbles).

3) What fandoms do you write for?

My current main fandoms are Tolkien, Dishonored and the occasional Final Fantasy drabble.

4) Top five fics by kudos?

Caged, Desert Rain, Time After Time, Through the Looking Glass, Of Halls Painted Red.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes.

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

Dream a Little Dream. Emsider one-shot based on a High Chaos!Corvo ending.

Being rewritten/not published yet because the characters have decided to do their own thing: Leitmotiv.

7) What’s the fic you write with the happiest ending?

Maybe In the Houses of Healing?

8) Do you get hate on fics?

The joys of writing drabbles and rare pairs is that you get very little hate, lol

9) Do you write smut?

Yes, but I haven't in a while.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Except for tiny drabbles, I don't write a lot of them anymore.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As far as I know, no.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

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

Yes!

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

Oh, this is a hard one. 20+ years in fandom means that I have have several all-time favourite ships.

When I was a kid, I loved Takari from Digimon 01/02. Back when I was into crossovers, specially with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my favourite crossover ship was Legolas/Buffy... And I guess it still is?

I guess nowadays my main ship is Emsider, from Dishonored. There's not many of us, but it's fun, :D

EDIT: I forgot my other crossover ship: Youko (Yu Yu Hakusho)/Kagome (Inuyasha).

15) What’s the WIP you hope to finish but doubt you ever will?

Leitmotiv, lol.

16) What are your writing strengths?

I'm not a native English speaker. English exams in high school always had a question where you had to write about something/a story and it had to be between 100 and 200 words.

Anyway, I'm good at writing drabbles.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm good at writing drabbles. As in "when I write a section of a story that section is always around 100 words and I blame my English teachers".

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

I'm not a fan unless it's random words and expressions in a made up language. Mostly because people tend to use languages that I actually know and I can tell that the phrase makes no sense.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings 10th Walker Legolas/OC.

Yes, I was 12.

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

New favourite is Vlatka.