#have a wip of these two bozos

[swamp-teeth]

the girls are fightinggggggg

[azures-grace]

Fuck it, WIP Sunday

Have some of the Tally intro (as of now) for my Iri fic because I wanna

Gore is snappy because he is injured and met the bozos less than 5 hours before this scene, so trust is low.

(1032 words. This is from chapter 4 (chapter 3 isn't done, I just wanna share this cause I love writing dialogue.))

That night, they camped a mile or two outside of Falkreath’s main city. Wood was plentiful and there hadn't been much rain in the recent days, so lighting a fire was easy.

Remiel sat on the ground, carefully polishing Scrap with a cloth. Caryalind was laying on his stomach– on the singular pillow he'd snatched from one of the inns they'd stayed in after leaving Markarth– his nose buried in a book. Gore had taken to cleaning and banging his leg properly. Iriae was pouring over the texts they had found in Nchuand-Zel. She had a journal open on her knee and was scribbling into it.

“Watcha doin?” asked Gore, looking over while he wrung hot water out of a rag.

“Just… translating some Dwemeris…” she murmured.

“Why?”

“For fun,” she said with a shrug. “There's no deadlines here like there were at the Embassy. I can just read whatever I want to.”

“The… what?” the Nord’s eyes flashed.

“Oh– dammit.” Iriae snapped the books shut and put her head in her hands.

Caryalind piped up, tilting his book down and pushing himself up on one elbow. “She used to work as the Thalmor’s translator for dead languages.”

“And he's the Thalmor prince,” Remiel informed Gore while she put down Scrap.

Gore blinked very slowly and then dug the palms of his hands into his eyes. “By Talos, this can't be happening…”

The Mer flinched a little. “Can't we keep religion out of anything?” Iriae whined. She tugged on her hair nervously and glanced around at the surrounding trees.

“It's not like the Thalmor are lurking in the forest,” Remiel pointed out.

“You don't know that!” the deserters squawked.

There came upon them the sound of hooves and horses. A person staggered out from the darkness, leading two white horses. He was pale, but still definitely Altmer. If nothing else, the robes of a Thalmor mage gave it away. Remiel dropped Scrap onto the ground and Gore grabbed his sword, but Iriae stopped them both.

“Wait!! Wait. Just… hold on.”

She scrambled to her feet and slowly approached the man. He was clutching his side with gritted teeth. His face was mostly hidden by shadows.

“Well. This is unfortunate,” he grumbled, looking at the Nord and Breton. “I don't suppose you're the rest of my contingent, are you?” He coughed and spat on the ground.

“Nnno…” Iriae mumbled. “Are you… okay.”

“Fine, yes,” he snapped. “I don't suppose you've seen any other members of the Thalmor such as myself, have you?”

“We killed 'em,” she heard Gore growl. The Altmer’s pale face scrunched up in disdain. And then in pain.

“What happened to you?” Iriae asked. She squinted at the area he was gripping.

“Well, myself and my compatriots were sent to root out Talos worship here in the Falkreath area. This horse belonged to my companion, Agent Sanyon. We came upon one such group of heretics and Agent Sanyon was giving his speech until one of them struck him from behind and killed him!”

“You're very nonchalant about this,” Iriae observed. “Doesn't explain why you're hurt.”

“It was self defence, I'm getting there, hang on,” he sighed. “Anyway, I picked up Sanyon’s speech where he left off, and then one of the bastards mocked my dagger!”

“Your… dagger?” Remiel squinted and glanced down. “Is this a real dagger, or some kind of metaphor?”

The Altmer flashed her a killing glare and unsheathed an ebony dagger that glowed slightly in the dim firelight. “No, this dagger. It's been in my family for generations!”

“Still doesn't explain the injury,” Iriae said, trying to get the conversation back on track.”

The dagger began carving an arc in the air. “Oh, I grabbed the one who mocked Berwhale and carved his heart out to show the lot of them!” The Altmer giggled while the other four looked on with varying degrees of horror. “See, self defence. Anyway, then I had to kill the rest.” He groaned and pulled his hand away, watching blood drip from his fingers. “Unfortunately, they put up quite a fight. But I'll live. Probably…”

“I've got a healing potion,” Iriae offered.

“What? Why?!” It seemed that the Altmer before her was just as confused as her companions.

“It just seems like the right thing to do,” she admitted. “Now how about you come out of the dark and tell us your name?”

He heaved a sigh and stepped out of the darkness. “I'm… Taliesin. It's an alias, for my safety and yours.”

She gave him a smile and then froze. In the firelight, she could recognize his face properly. “Oh my gods we worked together,” she stammered.

“I beg your pardon?” Taliesin looked at her confused.

Iriae pulled her hair back and draped the hood of her cloak over her head. Recognition filled he other Mer’s green eyes.

“You're the girl who was in the basement!” he cried, snapping his fingers. “I think you handed me some papers once…”

“Yeah, Elenwen didn’t want me going out very often,” she laughed awkwardly.

“You’re telling me you two know each other??” Gore complained. “Oh, great. Splendid. A whole troupe of Thalmor.”

“Well, I never learned his name,” she said. Iriae handed Taliesin a bottle which he downed immediately.

“Oh, gods bless you. That’s much better. I’m still… covered in blood, but at least it’s not actively spilling from me, hm?” He bowed low and chuckled. “I don’t have anything to repay you for this at the moment, I’m afraid. The best I can do is offer the pleasure of my company.”

Iriae gave him a very blank look for a solid minute. “Are you… trying to come on to me?”

He gave a raucous laugh and shook his head. “No, not at all. I barely know you aside from, what, three total glances before today? Oh, I'm sure we can fix that, if you wish, but no. I’m offering to travel with you. I realise you’ve already got several companions with you, but–”

“Sure!” Iriae was grinning like a fool. “The more the merrier!”

And that was how the five of them found themselves sitting around a fire, trying to rehydrate deer jerky.

[pyro-madder]

Do you have any ideas of Djura's relationships with other characters? Or maybe what was his vision of them? (Especially Ludwig, since, you know, *neigh neigh* in Old Yharnam)

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) thank you Faree for enabling me as usual

Funnily enough, Katy asked me the same a while ago ! My brainrot contaminates you sdfghj

Powder Kegs and associates || basically what I covered in my previous essay already !

Oto : made a person by french localization, the Kegs' founder ; naturally, looked up to as both a craftsman and a hunter by all its members, the then-apprentice Djura included.

Izzy : a friend to Oto, Djura also respected them despite not interacting with them much. It came with a sense of kinship after the burning, since Izzy explored the connection between man and beast and was branded a heretic for it.

Jozef, Brandr (ally) and Ysle (disciple) : Jozef is slightly older and a tutor in Izzy's teachings, Ysle is a younger Keg apprentice, and Brandr... it's a blood pact they got at this point, since I headcanon the guy as a survivor of the burning. Beyond these subtle variants, all four have a strong "it's us against the world" companionship, and because Brandr's the only one remaining today, he and Djura are fiercely protective of one another. of course, there may have been some benefits between the four of them ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

2. Fellow Old Hunters || my favorite one, for which I'll approximatively paste what I wrote to Katy !

Gascoigne, Henryk & Eileen : because they were, with Djura, my favorites when I started playing, I am greatly attached to two ideas : them being mentor figures to the Hunter, and them having been friends with each other. But I understand this theoretical friendship would be cut short - all 4 of them were present for the burning, Eileen would start putting distance between herself and those she could very well have to hunt down one day, while Djura would exile himself, possibly even fight with the others who don't seem to follow his reasoning. Still, my soft little heart says they "saw him off" before he went back down to Old Yharnam. And that was it. Djura still thinks about them, but even when the Hunter is with him he judges he has no right to ask about their whereabouts, that if he wants to know, he has to go back to the surface and see for himself. Of course, by the time the Hunter has pacified him, we know said whereabouts, so... bittersweetness all around :')

I also think he and Gascoigne fooled around back then. I mean there's the poetry of their opposed narratives, and also i've seen fanart of them that has rewired my brain. dilf4dilf

Here's a wip i'm hoping to finish of their wild wild youth :')

Valtr : I don't actually have anything for now but I need to think about it, since the bozo uses a Keg weapon. They could have met through Henryk 🤔

3. The Beasts ||

Albina (Blood-Starved Beast) : I haven't decided whether they did have a relationship, or if it was just Djura being smitten like the fool he is 😔 but either way they were good friends, and Djura tried to protect her all the way until her transformation. He still would be, but between the poison AOE and him looking suddenly very edible to her, he's somewhat limited.

Old Yharnam Beasts : implied just above - it's a hard-on headcanon that he is NOT safe from them either, something that I've briefly mentionned here. In fact, I think a beast is behind his missing eye, because i love irony :^) So, he protects them, but doesn't approach them.

4. The Church ||

The beasts down Old Y are no threat because there are no civils left to harm in their vicinity, unlike in the rest of Yharnam ; so Djura hates the Hunt, not necessarily the hunters, as long as they keep out of his turf. He's aware of the blood of his own hands, and is retired in name and quarry only. However, he knows who is reponsible for the Hunt and is twice as less patient with Church hunters - if they don't listen to his very first callout, he'll open fire without further ado.

Before the burning, he hunted like anyone else, with enthusiasm even, but the moment he realized that there were still human civils in the fray that had not been evacuated beforehand, and then that it had been intentional because ALL beasts were actually civils, hoo boy. At first he was too shocked processing that + the deaths of most Kegs, including Oto, but when sometimes later Laurence publicly announced the heresy of Kegs and Izzy... bro was ready to fistfight him LOL

i like to imagine that Laurence granted him audience, even showing him his own signs of transformation, only for Dju to tell him "I hope they burn you" SDFGHJKL somehow he was allowed to walk out alive, because getting blacklisted functionally made him unable to do anything - he was (almost) alone, had no proof to work with, everyone would call him crazy if he tried anything AND he was still monitored by the Church if he did try anything.

Regarding Ludwig, no specific feelings beyond overall disdain for carrying out Laurence's every order (when he's not listening to the so-called guidance of his magic sword... but Djura doesn't know that), which included leading the burning. There's definitely things to be said about Ludwig's "heroism" in such a corrupted institution, but again Djura doesn't know him enough to make a proper in-depth judgement (and that's not me saying I don't have a proper analysis yet either)

5. And last but not least... ||

The Good Hunter : well. On the one hand, there's canon and what I said about it already (pacifying him is not befriending him, and his general distrust towards us is part of the overall narrative, etc.). On the other hand, I crave those positive interactions and him being an unofficial tutor for our hunter, quiet conversations on the tower and less quiet ones in bed, perhaps with Brandr too because yes. To think he's one of the sanest characters and WILL make it to the ending if you don't go out of your way to kill him yourself... well, it wouldn't last anyway, even on good terms with the Hunter on a Sunrise ending - he'd refuse to leave Old Yharnam.

Those are all I can think about for now ! Which is already a lot sdfgh thank you for reading to the end, and again for asking :') Your tags are right, on our own damned blogs these posts should be spontaneous and not have to wait for an ask :'')

[bit-odd-innit]

AO3 Down Post Uhhhhhhhhhh Brand New WIP That Wasn’t An Option On The WIP Poll Yet Inexplicably Is The Most Complete. First time writing Robin/Vickie!:

[Context is Steve cracked open a single egg with two yolks, Eddie told him that’s good luck and he needed to blow off work to spread his good fortune with the world because today is now EGG DAY. Steve is unconvinced but goes along with it anyway.]

They’re still arguing when they swing by the diner to meet Robin. “Back me up,” he says to her as he snags one of her fries. “The universe doesn’t guarantee you a good day just because one morning you decided to make an omelette.”

“You misrepresent me,” Eddie counters. “Egg Day is merely a positive portent. A good omen. A sign that emphatically declares there’s a pretty good chance today won’t suck.” “I don’t know, I think I’m with Eddie on this one.” Steve huffs indignantly. “I think it’s nice to believe there’s magic in the world.” She purses her lips. “Magic that’s not actively trying to kill us, that is.” 

They’d missed the lunch rush; the dining room is sparse. Its quiet enough that any clattering of noise, no matter how small, draws attention. The bell above the entrance sounds with a glittery tingtingting. And there, at the counter, resplendent in a bright yellow sundress, is—

“Oh my God.” Robin is already beneath the table. “She can’t see me like this, I look like I belong in a garbage can.”

“That wasn’t on purpose?” Eddie asks. 

“Steve, she hisses. "Do something.”

Steve raises one arm in the air and calls, “Vickie! Hey!”

“They’ll never find your body. I’m going to grind your bones to dust and use it to make mulch for my tomato garden hiiiiiiiii Vickie!” “Hi, guys!” She balances her takeout bag on her hip, gaze lingering on Robin. “Hi Robin.” ”Hi!” ”Hi.” Eddie opens his menu to shield the side of his face and mouths to Steve Jesus H Christ. Vickie, undeterred or oblivious, says, “Strange to see you outside of your post at Ye Olde Family Video.”

“I have off on Wednesdays.”

“Me too! I mean, I don’t have a job, so every day is kind of a day off.” Her smile dims. “It’s not like I’m doing nothing. I’ve been setting up some college visits, and band, you know band? You remember band?” “Yeah?” “So you remember what a total drill sergeant Stenman is.” She scrunches her nose, head twitching like a woodland creature trying to shake a dewdrop out of its fur. “Of course you do, you graduated like a month ago. I’m, uh, I’m also taking AP Calc with Bramowitz next year which is going to be absolute bear, but at present yeah I’m just fetching my lunch and bringing it back to my house to eat it which definitely seems like a whole lot of nothing now that I spell it out—“

“So you’re free.” Robin interjects. 

“What?”

“What? Robin seems equally surprised the suggestion came from her. She sits up a little straighter and says, “Right now. You’re free.”

“I-yeah. Yeah I’m free.”

“Do you…want to do something together?”

Vickie glows, but quickly tempers it.

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t want to break up your gang hang.”

“I’ve never seen these bozos in my life.”

Steve stares unblinking into the middle distance. Eddie waves. “Okay!” Vickie says brightly. “Well, despite the fact I have never finished one by myself in my life, my hubris has lead me to once again order the Bubba Burger.” She twists her body to showcase the take-out bag, grease darkening the paper. Her expression softens. “We could...split it? If you’re hungry?” “Starving,” Robin says as she shoves her untouched tuna melt into Steve’s awaiting, open hands.  Vickie beams, bouncing a little on her heels. “Great! There’s this park not too far from here, there’s like, a rose garden and a duck pond or whatever. But we don’t have to go there! We can eat anywhere! We can eat in the parking lot!—” “That sounds perfect,” Robin breathes. Vickie blinks. “The parking lot?” “No, the uh, the other thing.” “Right. Right.” She steps aside, gives Robin space to slide out of the booth, and turns toward the door. “Shall we?” Robin watches her for a beat, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. She opens her mouth to reply, and what comes out is, “I gotta use the wiz palace.” Steve smacks his palm to his forehead. “Cool. Cool cool cool. I’m parked out front, meet me at my car?” Robin, struck dumb by the incredibly stupid thing she just said, nods. “Cool.” She sets off, but not before glancing over her shoulder and adding, “I’m really glad I ran into you guys.” Robin stares after her and once the door closes, her head snaps to Steve.  “I blacked out. What did I just agree to?”

[icannotreadcursive]

Last Line Game

Taking up the open tag by @non-un-topo because I'm working on about a million things and want to share but have nothing ready to post and this is an excellent excuse!

So y'all get last lines from multiple WIPs.

TriStamp fic:

She whapped him in the face with the pillow. “I kissed you first, bozo!” “Yeah, okay, good point.” Vash took a deep breath. “More than a little thrown for a loop by that, actually.” With a roll of her eyes she leaned down to kiss him again. His fingers found their way back into her hair.

Star Trek fic:

As soon as the shuttles touched down and the hatches opened, the hoard of cadets spilled out like gumballs from broken machine and went running for the waterline, tossing off coverups and kicking up flipflops as they went. Their chaperones followed in a rather more subdued manner.

To Tell the Truth (main Brokeback fic):

Ennis chewed his tongue a moment, shook his head, let out a breath a smoke. “Look….” he said slowly. “I know you an' Jack...had some kind of a spat or something, when you 'n him went fishin' whenever that was, but, far as I've heard from him, two a you got that settled. So, no air left to clear, sure not with me.”

Brokeback poly fic:

Jack grinned, bright and warm, and what was left of the knot [in Ennis's chest] frayed away. “C'mon, then,” Jack said, clapping Ennis on the arm harder than was quite reasonable—but he probably deserved that. “Toss your shit in the back and let's go.”

Midlife Crisis Ranch (the other Bokeback fic):

“I don’t wanna keep doing this thing of going off, couple weeks outa the year, hiding out in the ass end a nowhere. Don’t wanna keep being a stranger in my own damn house, neither. I want a real relationship, Ennis. With a lover I can come home to, who’s there, and I can turn to when I need somebody. And tell you what, I don’t trust you to be that.”

ATLA fic I abandoned years ago but have rebooted:

The shop boy—about Yong-lin’s age, surly, a difficult past emblazoned plainly across his face—turned and frowned, blinking, at the giant pot. He blinked again. “I—don’t know.”

Old Guard "Immortal Weekend Warriors" fic:

“Yo, Padre!” It took a second too long for Nicky to turn to look at Nile walking towards them from up the main aisle.   “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been called that?” he asked while Joe wheezed with laughter, one hand on the shelving to keep himself somewhat upright.  “I’m pretty sure the last time was him,” Nicky continued, jerking a thumb at Joe, “and he was making fun of me.  I just had flashbacks to seminary. Cristo.” Nile snickered.  “Sorry about the religious trauma, Booker wants your opinion on some window blinds."

And I think that's everything active at the moment!

By all means, bother me about these stories. Like, please. I'd love to get my brain to latch onto one long enough to get something to a postable point 😅

Tagging: @hotcocoaandstripedsweaters @mediumorange @nerdsandthelike @minncoe and anybody else who feels like participating!

[wield-the-mighty-pen]

WIP reblog game

Thank you so much for the tag @mostmagical! I have been working on mainly one fic recently, but I do have a few that I have been haphazardly planning in the back of my mind, so I'll just use that lol

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

My top five (in no particular order aside from the first):

All Along There Was Some Invisible String- Ladynoir/Adrinette red string of fate akuma

If You're Lonely Come be Lonely with Me- Snekmouse fic inspired by the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

(No title yet) Ladynoir Truth or Dare- No real title yet, but the concept is pretty self-explanatory

These Beautiful Things that I've Got- Post-reveal and current relationship Adrinette, Adrien has a lot of anxiety about their relationship (mostly fluffy though) inspired by the song Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

(No title yet) Multichat fic- Have no real concept yet, just know I want to write them

What I’m excited about:

There’s a chapter that I drafted that I’m really excited to write, there is a lot of mutual pining which I absolutely adore and am obsessed with, so I’m very excited to put them through that 😘

Snekmouse feels like the pinnacle of identity shenanigans to me, so getting to make them get into situations is someone I am quite eager to write

I have very little idea where I’m going with this fic, but I really wanted to be able to be able to write each side of the lovesquare so getting to indulge myself in Ladynoir is something that I’m looking forward to

I love getting to explore the minds and psychology of characters and this fic feels like the perfect opportunity to do just that for one of my favorite all time characters

Look. When I say there isn’t anything thought of yet for this one, I mean in, I just really want to write these two bozos (affectionate), so I guess that would be what I’m looking forward to!

Tags: I’m not quite sure if I have 10 people to tag but I’ll tag, @isabugs, @monpetitchattriste, @burntwaffle12, and @asukiess (apologies if you’ve already been tagged lol)

[ellohcee]

WIP tag game!

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs!

Oh my god I have so many uhhhh I’m just gonna pick someeee. and yes these are all about the same two bozos you know it

rewrite

old west

merdavid or selkie david (there are many so pick one out of the bag)

merjasp or selkie jasp (same as above)

bloody nose

wizard’s cat

plant shop

single dad

soulmates

speed dating

stardew

Anddd I tag whoever wants to do this~

[lovecinnatwist]

As you well know, sex addicts anonymous is my favorite fic, but in the recent wip-a-thon game thingy I spied a title called beau and the beast?👀

Haha! Beau and the Beast is a very old wip that has been half done in my drafts for a while. The setting is a world where people are either dominant or submissive. While submissive are split into belles or beaus, dominants are split into master and mistresses with the derogatory for a 'wild's or 'low class' dom being a beast.

Dick has gone through a breakup and is looking to drown his sorrows with a beast from the slums. He ends up finding diamond in the rough Jason Todd!

If I'm honest it's one of my best wips. Everytime I reread it I get excited to finish and post it.

Here's a little snippet. Maybe you'll be excited too!

Jason’s one moment away from biting into his chilli dog when someone pulls his arm. The motion is sharp enough to make him stumble, his delicious lunch hitting the floor as he does. God, there goes his last couple of bucks. He wants to curse but the moment he looks at the person, gorgeous blue eyes stare back at him. 

His mouth goes dry. He had no idea a man could have such long thick eyelashes. His gaze flicks down to where they're touching. He can feel the warmth despite the fact he’s wearing a long sleeve and the man has a full coat and gloves on. He doesn’t get to say a word however because two large burly doms are stomping towards them. 

He brings the shorter figure against him by pure instinct. A tiny part of him is thrilled as his hand presses against the small of a firm back. He rolls his shoulders and stands up straight, both men immediately having second thoughts. 

Jason knows he’s huge. He towers over most men and he’s just as wide. It’s a build that would have easily taken him to the top in wrestling or American football. Instead, he uses it for menial labour and whatever task the unemployment office gives him. 

It’s never for very much money but at least he has some semblance of food and shelter. It’s the best an undesirable like him can hope for. 

They stay in a standoff for what feels like a minute. Then, the rougher of the two men speaks.

“ He yours? “

Jason fights the flush that wants to crawl up his face. He hadn’t gotten a good look at the man. Besides the striking eyes, and long lashes. He wants to take another peek but doesn’t want to take his eyes away from the two adversaries. Instead, he fixes them both with an unimpressed stare. He crosses his arms for good measure, making sure to tense his muscles. 

“ Yea, is there a problem?”

It does nothing to discourage either of them. If anything the malice in their expression’s increases. He’s fairly certain he can take both of them in a fight. Though the last thing he needs is a run-in with the law. 

“ How’d a beast like you get a beau like that? “

It’s the smaller of the two that asks. Jason doesn’t flinch. He’s not one to bring up nature. Not when he’s spent his life with the worst label of them all. The man clinging to his arm tightens his grip. Jason can’t help letting his gaze flutter down. Like this, the submissive nature of the man is all too clear. Golden warm skin, perfectly rounded face, plump lips- all signs of a perfectly stunning beau.

Jason cuts his gaze away and hardens at the two men. With an appearance like that, of course, these two bozos were bothering him. He glowers at the figures, scowl dropping into something horrible. 

“ Dumb luck. “

[venomroad]

*FART NOISE*

Hey how’s it goin’? I’m Cin. This is a dumb op blog where I spend time on blabbering about the latest chapter,episode, whatever merch gets released or basic crapposting, I’m usually up to date so be careful of spoilers! (I tag them as #spoilers dw) Other info:

☢️Asks are ok!!! Feel free to send me some I love blabbering and talking anything about one piece!!! ☢️Here’s the tag link if you’re looking for something in particular! (some posts from 5+ years ago got archived by accident so I hope to fix that sometime.) Quick click for mobile users: Asks, submissions,  chatter tag, Hannya-Tag, Mag-Tag, Shir-Tag, cool art , my art 💀 ☢️ Magellan and Hannyabal are huge comfort characters that I have a ton of history with. They’ve become extra special now that my Boyfriend has taken a liking towards them (Especially Hannyabal!) along with close friends I love and cherish a lot. ☢️If you have anything to share regarding any Impel down character (or other faves you know I like) and would like to show me,I’ll probably do a backflip and dance with joy. Feel free to bug me here or tag me with #venomroad !!!! ☢️I have way too many favourite characters aside these two bozos and maybe someday I’ll make a giant chart of my big favourites in the future.💖

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[mamawasatesttube]

🏅 😈 👻 for the writer asks!!

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).?

oh finishing sotm for sure!!! it's been a few years since i actually completed a longfic, and even if sotm was a lot shorter than my previous other projects it's still like. aw hell yeah i did it B)

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

one time someone told me they think my writing is good but i use the word "and" too much. does that count? ksjdhfkjdhkjsh

other than that bozo generally uhhh... not that i can think of! i think most of the things i enjoy doing in my writing are the things i'm good at, which i'd assume are the draws to it in the first place. unless me always cutting away via "fade to black" instead of including any explicit stuff so far counts lmaooo

👻 What is one WIP you think you may never pick back up?

you know if you'd asked me this two days ago i'd have said the timkon sex pollen fic but then i did actually work on it some yesterday so... honestly with my dc wips i do think i'm gonna finish or at least keep picking at all of them. maybe my resident evil fics, then. dunno if i'm ever gonna go back to writing resi fic. blowing a kiss to the sky for claire redfield though...

Fanfic Ask Game

[highgaarden]

6, 10, 14. (I WANNA SEE KLAROLINE + KIDS SNIPPET PLS

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

Caroline felt bad for the boy, but hoped that his inexperience would pay off, as she herself was all but shaking with nerves.

“Hello,” Lord Henrik mumbled to her, shy but friendly, and she nodded to him.

“Ciao,” she mumbled back,

a crown of golden roses to make you mine @brophigenia (in which caroline pretends to be cesare salvatore in a tournament and i laugh a little bit too hard at all the little details of her trying to recollect what being an italian means)

10. Mutual pining or enemies to friends to lovers?

can i have me some enemies to lovers (skip the friends phase, i aint a bozo) with a side of mutual pining to get me crying in this club?????

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

this is from something i’m working on which is a companion fic to “see honey i saw love”, which is part of my ‘until we get there’ legacies verse. please be gentle IT IS STILL A DRAFT!!!!

as her vision starts to gather she can just start to make out the soft silhouette of hope, staring out the window that overlooks the evergreen that surrounds them. “bad dreams?” she yawns.

hope turns to the door before lizzie can even register the sounds of josie shuffling into the room as well, handing out a mug of steaming tea. “i can’t sleep either. why are you two up?”

hope tilts her head out the window. “they’re at it again.”

“i swear, every time mom goes to mystic falls...” lizzie grumbles. but it’s half-hearted at best. she’s feeling pensive. she’s not used to mom and klaus fighting this much. she takes a sip of the tea, feeling strengthened by the sweet, heavy trickle of it, and passes it to hope who takes it silently. “what are they fighting about this time?”

“screaming, more like,” hope replies softly. she sips her tea without a word for the next few moments, and josie and lizzie exchange a glance at the troubled set of hope’s brow. wondering if this is it, if this is the part where happily ever after actually comes with a clause - that all good things must end. suddenly, hope asks, “who’s stefan?”

josie and lizzie have very different reactions. 

josie’s pouty lips part in a perfect O, hand coming to rest on her heart; lizzie rolls her eyes and sort of snorts, “mom’s ex fiance. like, he dumped mom just before their wedding, what a dick.”

josie gasps. “lizzie, he DIED.”

“fine, mom’s DEAD ex-fiance.”

[xcziel]

Multi-Fandom Slash Fic Recs: Long reads for your quarantine needs

Was gonna add my own 2 cents for each rec, but it got long and I'll never post if I have to think about it anymore - may edit to add more commentary. Suffice it to say, these are all great long reads, not much angst, some smutty some not, highly improbable levels of things-working-out because it's fanfic and that's what it's for. Feel free to troll through my AO3 Bookmarks as well.

The One Where They're Stars on HGTV Series

earlgreytea68

Inception: Arthur/Eames

AU, 466,359 words 9 works Complete

Summary:

"Have you ever seen "Love It or List It"? In which Arthur is the real estate agent and Eames is the designer.

Eames is certain that they will excel at being celebrity judges.

Arthur is not so sure.

But then, that's usually how their relationship goes."

My 2 cents: Just what it says on the tin: Arthur and Eames are HGTV stars of a show which pits straightlaced realtor Arthur against flamboyant designer Eames, but the new show they're embarking on will give them a chance to work together. Arthur has his reservations - not least among them the surprise arrival of Eames' superficially charming ex. Eames, of course, has all the confidence in the world. Featuring fun design challenges, mildly insecure Athur, fluffy confidant Ariadne, reality show 'backstage' melodrama, Arthur becomes a meme, Eames fantastical decorating schemes, a Matt Bomer lookalike complete with fedora (trilby), and acres of gauzy romantic fluff.

We Begin Again Series

katherynefromphilly

Merlin: Merlin/Arthur

316,197 words 4 works

Summary:

"For many long years Merlin waited.

For the other part of his soul, for the other half of his life. He was born to serve Arthur. So that meant he was also born to wait. Even if it took a thousand years. Even if the wait seemed never to end.

Until one day, suddenly, it did.

When Arthur stumbles from the Lake of Avalon 1,500 years after his death, he finds a world unlike the one he knew. Faced with the loss of everyone he loved, and the threat of impending prophecy, Arthur must learn what it means to be not just a king, but the Once and Future King. Merlin does all he can to guide him, even as he struggles to hide his love for his king, and his fear of losing him again.

Story includes sass, banter, horseplay, & True Love."

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail Series

owlet

MCU: Steve/Bucky

264,438 words 8 works

Summary:

"The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

Integration into adult human social dynamics requires attention and effort. Especially with this bunch of damaged bozos.

(A series of interconnected one-shots.)"

2 cents: Post-Winter Soldier Bucky works his own way through. Recovery fic from Bucky's POV, not shippy in the beginning (unless you consider MCU-canon-level co-dependency shippy I guess) and with added 'Avengers living in the Tower' flavor

The Sonnet Series

nekosmuse, afrocurl

X-Men: Charles/Erik

AU, 196,721 words 3 works

Summary:

"Erik Lehnsherr is a visiting professor at Columbia University, as well as an acclaimed and award winning poet. Charles Xavier is a lead researcher with the Genetics Department who is well on his way to tenure. But what happens when Charles has to cancel a class because half his students abandon him in favour of a mysterious new English Lit professor? Naturally he ends up sitting in in the class, where Professor Lehnsherr mistakes him for a student. It's really too bad Erik has such a strict policy against dating students. It's also too bad Erik doesn't seem to know how to use Google."

Hollywood 'verse Series

clio_jlh

Star Trek AOS: Kirk/McCoy

80,063 words 7 works

Summary:

"From Variety, June 2008:

Pavel Chekov ("Charlie X") and Gaila ("Bread and Circuses") have joined the cast of small budget drama "That Which Survives," funded by Fleet's indie arm Academy and supervised by Nyota Uhura.

The debut feature from longtime script doctor Leonard McCoy, former show runner on sitcom "Three to Tango," centers on a college student coping with his father's terminal cancer. Chekov plays the son, Gaila the nurse. The father is yet to be cast.

Also attached are director James T. Kirk and producer Spock, the team behind the blockbuster spy-girl franchise starring Carol Marcus, the latest of which, "A Taste of Armageddon," opened last month.

(A modern-day Hollywood AU.)"

A Curious Carriage of Crystal and Cold

Etharei

X-Men: Charles/Erik

AU, 114,261 words

Summary:

"Charles, a miner from a poor village in the countryside, saves the life of Erik Lehnsherr, scion of a successful business family and the richest man on the planet Eisen. Charles is a telepath and somewhat anxious about it, while Erik abstains from relationships because the lights flicker and doors open and electronics vibrate when he gets too excited.

Also featuring a long-suffering sister, a foul-mouthed bodyguard, and a best friend with a heart that is definitely not gold.

In which there are princes, spaceships, long journeys, and old secrets uncovered. (An AU sci-fi fairytale)"

Shadowlord and Pirate King Series

Footloose, mushroomtale

Merlin: Merlin/Arthur

AU, 216,060 words 3 works

Summary:

"A fast ship, a good crew, a treasure, a Clan to lead -- that's all Arthur Pendragon has ever wanted. He sits on the Council, he supports his father's kingship, and he keeps an eye on the Imperial Conglomerate when they come too close to Pirate space.

One day the Conglomerate infiltrates the Clans and poisons the King. Arthur must search for a cure to keep his father alive and the Clans from civil war.

An escape route, a sharp knife, a target, the shadows at his command -- that's all Merlin has ever needed. He fulfills his assignments, he uses the Sterling to sustain his once-royal House in their exile, and wages a private war against the Imperial Conglomerate.

When he learns of an elaborate plot to assassinate him, Merlin does the opposite of what's expected. He flees onto a Pirate ship.

There's a saying among the Pirates: that one's fate is written in the stars. Destiny will always set to rights what has been made wrong.

Arthur and Merlin know that they were meant for the other from the moment they meet. They can feel it from across the galaxies separating them. Nothing can stop them from being together or from fulfilling an ancient prophecy."

Children, Wake Up Series

hollycomb

Star Wars sequels: Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux

non-canon after Force Awakens, 608,083 words 3 works

Warning for torture and past sexual assault (offscreen)

Summary:

"Hux follows orders and loses his way.

Barricaded in the darkness of Snoke's citadel as part of his final training, Kylo Ren senses a disturbance in the Force: General Hux in great pain, captured and tortured by a faction of radical traitors within the First Order. Ren seeks Snoke's counsel and finds him gone. He knows this is a test, and that he must resist the urge to assist the General. And yet."

2 cents: I don't even know. I started just to look at it and then somehow I couldn't stop. Two characters I find wholly irredeemable given back story enough to make me suspend disbelief just enough to enjoy the fic - now that's talent. Features background Finn/Rey and Luke/Wedge if you care about that, and generally has everyone written in a positive light except Snoke, including a surprising handful of of First Order refugees. It's weirdly not at all a dark fic, despite the premise and extreme levels of Force Ex Machina.

snipers solve 99% of all problems

silentwalrus

Fullmetal Alchemist: post-canon gen

HP crossover, 170,861 words, 59 chapters so far, WIP

Summary:

"Ed had thought, after the whole Promised Day, homunculus, entire country harvested for alchemical batteries thing, the batshit quotient of his life would have settled down some. He really ought to have topped out the meter with that one. But no. The bullshit is just getting started.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Ed demands. “The wizards?”"

2 cents: Neither of these are my fandom, but I have read all the HP books, so I could get the gist. While jonesing for an update, I ended up bingeing FMA: Brotherhood and I have no regrets. Ed working alchemy-as-science and trying to translate wizardry into scientific alchemical workarounds is all I never knew I wanted. Team Amestris takes JKR's creation to school, with all the swearing you'd expect sprinkled throughout for ambiénce.

[dianatownerart]

Life lessons learned :( + test animation WIP

I broke my hard drive because I’m bozo the clown and I knocked it off my desk. Twice. Luckily, all the stuff for this project was backed up to Google Drive, so I lost nothing except for all the other art I did from November-December, revisions for a short story, my final paper for English, and my notes for my history class. I spent so much time yesterday frantically retyping my essay and going to Best Buy with the sad little corpse of Harold Hard Drive that I didn’t do any test animation. It is my fault; if I had managed my time better, I wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place.

The bright side is that there are two valuable lessons here:

1) back your stuff up. then back up the backups. then back those up to a backup for the backups. Google Drive. Box. Dropbox. Hard drive. SSD. Flashdrive. Paper. Papyrus. Stone tablet. Have backups.

2) manage your time better so that you’re not hopelessly behind when disaster strikes

I am going to take a depression nap, and by depression nap I mean I am going to go to bed by 11:45 pm like a reasonable adult instead of staying up late to animate.

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

I still only have maybe 8 seconds done, and I’m really struggling to keep the proportions right. Another lesson learned: in future projects, it might be best for me to practice my foundational animation skills and have extremely simplistic character designs. Maybe over break, during some free time, I can do some abstract animations with shapes and lines—just to practice getting the movement and the timing right. The test animation would also have benefitted from me using reference footage. I did act out the scene in my dorm and I used a stopwatch to get the timing down, and I am pretty happy with the timing, but the anatomy is another story. Foreshortening makes me so, so sad.

The good news is that the semester is almost over. I’m going to turn this in by 8pm tomorrow, and then I’m going to go home and see my dog. I’m going to make gingerbread cookies, cobble together some Christmas presents, take a break for like 3 days, and then get back into it with working On The Real Actual Animation!!!! I’ll keep updating this blog (maybe) because I like to blog.

Ok. It is sleep time. I’ve accepted that I’ll probably just end up with 10-15 seconds of finished animation, rather than the whole 40. But in all things I shall try my best.

[colberry]

wip q&a

casually hi-jacking this little questionnaire from the lovely and talented @helloamhere :) i’m hoping it’ll provide some motivation to write a couple more words today.

wip in question: vampire au ft. awkward encounters of the third kind (harry/louis with a good heaping of gryles & hitch friendship)

1. what’s your fav thing about writing your current wip?

its goofiness and humanity. it started out as a crack prompt fill (hello vampire au) and suddenly ran away from me and became more about found families. i usually get straight to the point in my fics and this time i’ve been paying more attention to the friendships that are nestled inside the story, not just the romantic endgame. those are my favorite types of fics and i’m so happy that i’m trying my hand at it. i’m also loving giving my characters their film preferences (which is a surefire way to figure out how someone ticks). vampire!harry loves a good pride & prejudice (2005) quote and louis is a b-horror movie aficionado.

2. have you got a name yet? what’s your process for finding one?

the name remains elusive but i’ve been so tempted to use lyrics from the criminally underrated broadway showtune, hold me, batboy. it’s just absurd enough to fit with the fic’s premise but also has a surprisingly deeper emotion cutting through it. titles come from everywhere and i’m a sucker for ones that come from poetry (looking at my last 1d fic, under me, you). i tend to finish a fic first before delving into the sometimes horrendously long process of figuring out a title, but sometimes there’s those fics that are borne from a certain lyric or happy accident of words.

3. is there a scene you’re stuck on?

y e s. i hate writing first-meetings and while i finally have these two bozos running into each other after 9150 words, i loathe to force my way through the song-and-dance of name exchanges, etc. i’m doing my best to subvert all the usual tropes that come along with meet-cutes/uglies but ugh.

4. is there a scene you can’t wait to write?

love a good vampire reveal and i’m excited to finally tackle it myself!

5. what’s your process when you get stuck?

probably the worst kind: i stop writing altogether. that could be for days or months, but i don’t ever try to force the words. i’ll usually come back and read the fic from the beginning, make some edits, and by the time i get to where i left off i’m inspired again to continue.

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anyone who has a wip out there, feel free to take this and run with it! i think i’ll bust out a few words today after all :)

[themarcspector-archive]

Title: Rock The Jukebox

Wip: Death Wish // You know trained galactic assassin falls for con man…

Ship: Richard Blaine x Delphine Rosano

Rating: PG

Warnings: mentions war torn planet

Prompt: no.

Notes: I felt like writing about Delphine and Richie lol. I did not tag anyone cause I’m lazy but I might next time. I just wrote this yesterday and wanted to put it somewhere.

The 1920s soul music makes Delphine feel nostalgic for a time she’s never lived in, even though that’s what’s popular now in the Sunbite City, and around this planet that they’re calling ‘Earth 2’. The people here on this planet seem to be more relaxed about things than on other planets, and Delphine likes that quite a lot, since the planet she’s hailed from is pretty damn fucked up - so fucked up, that it makes ‘Earth 1’ look less like a graveyard and more like a utopia. It had been haunted by war, and her father had been the person in charge of one of the crews behind said war, and he wanted soldiers and not children.

Delphine had always looked up to her father until she realized how much of a self-serving jackass he was, and so, she ran away. As far away from her planet as she possibly could, having stollen a fucking spaceship like she’s doctor fucking who, and jetting off to the planet that seemed like she’d be less likely to be found on. And though she knew her father might send someone to find her, she’d taken out her tracker, and was now a free woman who could defend herself from anyone due to her father’s stupidity in training her to be a right and proper assassin and soldier.

In Sunbite City, no one knew who she was and no one really cared. They just saw a hot woman with unruly hair, a don’t fuck with me expression, and tired eyes. Or, at least, she assumed they saw a little ‘Don’t fuck with me’ in her eyes, up until some bozo walked up to her and gave her a smirk that made her want to wack him.

“You want me to buy you a drink?” he asked, making her not want to wack him anymore, because a drink sounded good.

“Alcoholic?” she asked, curiously, eyebrow arched. Because if this guy was offering her a bit of pop, he’d probably end up getting popped himself, and she’d end up in jail cell for a night or two because of it.

“Of course, the only type of drinks that matter,” he told her right back, gesturing towards the bartender, who had vibrant red hair and very pale skin.

“Then, yeah, buy me a drink. I’d like that, whoever you are.” She nodded her head and he copied her gesture, the smirk having not gone away.

“We don’t really have the Earth stuff, but we do have our version of alcoholic beverages. Like Mona? It’ll make you have a good time.” He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“I’m not going to be having a good time with you, if that’s what you’re buying the drink for,” she bit back at him, not really able to help but to be a bit mean-spirited, since sometimes that's just how she was.

“No, no - Not like that. I’m a gentleman, I swear it. I meant, like, dancing or talking. When I have a drink glass of it, I talk my own ear off.” He laughed, and she smiled just a bit, feeling a bit better.

“Have you had a glass already?” She was the one laughing now, and he seemed to know how to take a joke because he laughed, too.

“Two glasses, actually. I wouldn’t have had the courage to buy you a drink otherwise,” he said a little too bluntly, making her laugh again.

“You’re funny.” Was all she could say, taking the drink once the bartender handed it to her after he ordered it. “A bit stupid, too. Which I find interesting. Because I’m pretty sure you say that type of thing to all the women you talk to.” Because she would, had she been in his shoes.

“And if I did?” he questioned.

“I’d eat you alive,” she teased, moving forward before biting the air, and making him laugh.

“Richie,” he introduced.

“Fee,” she said right back.

And that was the start of one interesting romance.

[thewrittenpost]

Twenty Questions Tag

I was tagged by @cohldhands​; thank you so much! I’m gonna put this under a Read More to keep things small!

1. Is there any scene from any piece you’ve written that actually scared you? If so, describe the scene.

Scared, not so much. I was disgusted with the scene I did for Xavier and his necromancy, because he’s just not good. At all. Like, he kills a girl to summon a dead warrior for his army, and his biggest concern afterwards is that his robe is ruined. Like... dude. That’s your priority? Ick.

2. What genre do you feel most awkward writing?

Ooh... I’m not good at sci-fi. Or mystery really. And despite the fact that I seem to stick at least one romantic pair into my works, I’m not exactly... great at it. At least past hugs and innocent little kisses. I can do those. Anything more than that is just awkward.

3. How many different types of writing do you write? Types of writing include novels, short stories, poetry, song lyrics, etc.

Um... I did some short stories for class, and I’m attempting novels. I’m not great at poetry, unless you’re counting like... haikus (and even then...). So I guess two?

4. How old were you when you first started writing?

Ooh... I was in fourth grade when I really started, so I must have been like... nine? I wrote this horrible story about a girl and her dog for another classmate, whose reading level was far below “typical” levels, and gosh, I was so proud of it when I wrote it, but man, do I want to forget it now. I seriously hope my classmate took it home with her at the end of the year, and that my teacher doesn’t remember it. Unlikely, as she remembers me reading under the desk during class, but I still have hope that she forgot that part of the year.

5. How confident are you in your writing?

I’m... not. I mean, academic writing, like research papers and what not, I’m pretty confident in, but my fiction? Uh, yeah, I’m not so sure about that. I mean, I can’t get the images in my head down on the paper right and it’s just... ugh, I’m not good enough for it. But I’m practicing, and with practice I should improve!

6. Have you ever written and posted anything that was very personal to you?

Not really. I put some stuff in fanfiction that was more personal, but nothing very major. I’ve considered it, but when I’ve talked about those things offline, I got brushed off and some people told me it was no big deal and to get over it, so I just... avoid it now. Honestly, if I ever post something that came out of a personal place, I’ll probably write it as a fiction and never tell anyone.

7. What inspired you to start writing?

I was a huge reader growing up; my Nana always told us if we wanted to watch something based off a book, we had to read the book first, so that was a thing. And then I just wanted to write.

But as much as I say I try to forget that fourth grade “book” I did, that classmate was actually a huge part of it. Like, there was nothing that she could read/understand/test on in our class library. Keep in mind, she was at like... a kindergarten/1st grade reading level in fourth grade. And I wanted her to have something to read... which is how Suzy and her dog Bozo became a thing. Not sure if Suzy was actually the girl’s name, but it sounds write for 4th grade me.

8. Which of your OCs do you relate to the most?

Out of all of them? Probably Violet. I’ll be honest and admit that a lot of her traits are also mine. She’s not quite me; she’s a lot more assertive for one, and she’s not exactly one to back down from what’s right (in her eyes), but some of her backstory came from my life. (I’ll leave it to y’all to guess which parts as I post more about her)

If not Violet, then it’s probably Tobias. I completely relate to hiding the bad things behind a smile, so that’s a thing.

9. Have you ever written self-insert fanfiction?

I have, and nope, no one will ever know which one ever. Middle/High school was a bad time for me and fanfiction ideas, let’s just leave it at that.

10. What is your favorite piece you’ve ever written about?

Ooh, that’s a good one. I don’t actually know. I’m pretty fond of the ones I’m working on now, but... I tried writing out a script in high school (it’s gone, don’t ask) based off the Japanese Internment during WW2. It’s a really important thing for me to have tried, and I intend to go back to it one day, but that’s got to be my favorite because of how personal that time period is.

11. How frequently do you actually sit down and write?

I’ve been really good about sitting down and working on my stuff, whether it’s brainstorming, worldbuilding, or writing little bits every day! It’s my resolution for the year, and I’ve pretty much stuck to it!

12. How many hours at a time do you do research on your writing?

It depends on the thing I’m writing. Like... the Japanese Internment takes far less time to research because gee, I’ve got tons of sources already at home, and I’ve already done a bunch. But the less I know, the longer it takes. And because I don’t trust the internet sometimes, I double-check everything I find on it, so it takes a little longer.

13. Do you like to branch out in your writing or do you tend to stick to what you know?

I... tend to stick to what I know. Maybe one day I’ll branch out, but for now, I’ll stick to what I’m comfortable with. I have a hard enough time with that, you know?

14. What would your antagonist of your current WIP say to you if they saw you in person?

Huh. Frog Prince’s major antagonists are themselves, so they’d probably yell at me. Xavier from Death’s Eyes would tell me to make myself useful (in some way) or he’d just kill me. And since the antagonist in Villain’s Intern is technically a hero, he’d probably give me some inspirational speech or something.

15. Do you consider yourself your OCs’ god or just kind of a guiding hand (or other? If other, please list)?

Hahahahahahahaha, other. I’m the poor historian desperately trying to figure out what happened so I can make a reasonably accurate retelling of the events, I have no hand in any of this, help me

16. What do you think you’d be doing with your time if you’d never gotten into writing?

More video games. Probably more reading. Maybe more crocheting and sewing, because I’d have more time to do those!

17. Have you ever written a smut piece?

....Yes. I don’t remember if I ever posted it, it was awkward and horrible to write, I’m still not comfortable with it. I can read smut without much issues, but writing? That’s something I’m not quite sure practice will help with. ^^’

18. What was the first thing you ever wrote about?

Not counting school work? Suzy and Bozo. A girl and her dog. Silly adventures a 4th grader could think of.

19. What is the most creative creature you’ve ever created for world-building?

Uh.............. most of mine come from other things, but I suppose Matelus has these fire rock things that I haven’t talked about much. They’re rocks mostly, but they’ve got lava as the equivalent of blood, and can breathe fire, and they’re actually pretty passive. Some of them have gems that would be like... hair, but not all of them. They don’t attack people, except in defense (because people try to steal the gem hair) and they mostly just... make things. They’re more the smith part of Matelus than anything else, and I want to hug them. Except they’re rocky and hard and kind of spiky, so probably not a great idea.

20. Tell me one random fact about your WIP that you have yet to tell your followers.

Uh... I... don’t know. What’s not a spoiler? Um... so, relation-wise in the Frog Prince world, the major conflicts link back to the same family. Like, Gwen and Rhia are sisters. Scarlet has to face her curse because she’s trying to find Gwen. Rhia becomes Alba (Snow White’s) stepmother, and Gwen and Rhia’s grandmother is the one who curses Aoife (Sleeping Beauty). Like, they’re all connected and I feel like it might get too convoluted and messy, so it might change, but as things stand, that’s the way it is.

I also feel I might have said that before, but... yeah. I’m not going to tag anyone, but if you want to do it, please please tag me so I can see what you answer too!