#id pro quo

[fourgods-nobrakes]

And while I'm linking to fic! the Id Pro Quo exchange went live this week and I got two gifts, both of which are different flavors of excellent and deserve more attention:

Life of the Party is original characters, Chaos warband/ex-Imperial Scout, delicious porn featuring mutated CSM having post-battle celebrations with the cute young thing they've taken in. Power imbalance, nice suggestions of relationships among the CSM, the kid in the middle having a good time despite everything. <3

Lords Temporal and Spiritual is Horus/Lorgar canon divergence during Slaves to Darkness in which they're working together instead of opposed, and MY HEART. Fic where these characters are allowed to still have their positive traits and share them with each other after the rebellion is underway. All my feelings.

The fandom turned out a bunch of good stuff for the exchange, tbh; you can find all of it here: IPQ Warhammer 40,000 Works

Please feed the authors! Comments are the promethium that keeps the fic machine flying.

[sequentialprophet]

Good morning, I wrote CMJF for Id Pro Quo. If you wanna read it you can find it here.

[ineedmyknightcommander]

Fic: ad infinitum

Rezaren knows his knight-commander always keeps her promises.

DRAGON AGE | REZAREN/TASSIA | WORDS: 4876 | RATED: T (AO3 LINK.)

It was near impossible for just anyone to attain an audience with the Imperial Divine. He had long been considered a reclusive man, more at home among dusty tomes and artifacts than in the company of most people.

Knight-Commander Tassia, however, was not most people. Although several years had passed since she had been in his dedicated service, she had never forgotten what it had felt like to fight by his side, united in their vision of a better Tevinter. She had never forgotten his captivating charms, the way his sheepish smiles belied a sharp contrast to the buoyancy and confidence of his movements, the way he tackled all the obstacles in his path with a near-boyish enthusiasm and zest for life and all of the opportunities which it provided.

Rezaren Ammosine had once made her feel like she could change the entire world. And maybe, just maybe, she still could.

Doing her best to ignore her clammy palms, she ascended the steps to the Divine's private quarters. While she highly doubted she would’ve made it this far had she not been given clearance, she would be surprised if he knew precisely when to anticipate her arrival, and even if he had, surely he could not anticipate what she was here to do.

Her hands felt vulnerable and exposed without the comforting weight of her warhammer. She wished she hadn't had to leave it behind, but such a clumsy and imprecise weapon would have only gotten in the way.

With shaking fists, she knocked upon his door, standing with bated breath for her call to be answered. Fortunately, she was not kept waiting for long. The wooden door creaked open and through the sliver of exposed space Tassia saw the impassive face of the Right Hand of the Divine, a slender yet surprisingly strong elf she knew only as Neb.

Familiar revulsion crawled up her throat, but she swallowed the bile back down. This was the man that Rezaren had sacrificed everything for, the loyal bodyguard for whom he had deemed it worth compromising all the morals he had once professed to hold dear. This was the man Rezaren had valued more highly than her—but she shoved that thought aside. It wasn't like that. It had never been like that. It was never personal.

It was always just business.

Whatever was best for Tevinter. [Read the rest on AO3]

[fanwork-exchange-promos]

Signups are open for Id Pro Quo 2024

Posted by: idficmod Id Pro Quo is a gift exchange for "iddy" fan works: purely self-indulgent creations that make you go zing! in that particular delicious way. Participants will create and receive a completed gift of 2,000+ words of fanfic or a work of individually made fanart. 2024 Links Tagset | Signups | Collection | Dreamwidth Community 2024 Schedule Signups: February 28th–March 7th Assignments out by: March 8th Works due: April 29th (convert this to your local time zone here) Works revealed: May 13th Authors revealed: May 20th All deadlines are at 10:00 p.m. Eastern Time (UTC -5 before March 10, UTC -4 after March 10). What does "iddy" mean? See the Fanlore entry for a definition. In brief, id fic and id art are works that resonate with you on a deep level. This feeling can't be denied or suppressed, even if the thing that really gets you going is also something you feel is morally wrong, ridiculous, or not in keeping with how you see yourself. A feminist may get off on women being degraded; a cat fancier may harbor a fondness for dogpeople AUs. The id wants what it wants, and this is an exchange for giving it what it wants. Iddy creations do not need to be sexually explicit. Maybe your id is deeply invested in drinking tea while autumn rains fall, rescuing abandoned emu chicks, or surreptitiously holding hands. Works of all ratings are welcome in IPQ. However, regardless of what you plan to request or create, you must be 18 or older to participate. See idproquo for rules and more info. comments via The Fandom Calendar https://ift.tt/b37gD9e

[liesmyth]

i love fic exchanges :3

[icemankazansky]

A Simple Guide to Not Being Afraid to Write Comments to Fic You Read

I've seen a lot of posts about the current state of fanfiction comments. Writers, especially writers who have been in fandom for a decade or more, are frustrated by the lack of comments, and have noticed a definite decline in comments (and all other forms of reader interaction) in the past ten years or so. Many readers feel daunted by the expectation of leaving comments, afraid they'll do something wrong. As a fandom old maid, the latter confused me for a while, until I realized that most of the people who feel that way probably have not been taught this form of communication.

But your loving fandom elders are here for you. Come along as your auntie tumblr user icemankazansky makes this shit easy.

The easiest way to think of fanfiction comment etiquette is to compare it to something you likely already know: Gift Receiving Etiquette.

Fanfiction began as largely a gift economy. And a lot of it still is! You'll see authors participate in exchanges like Yuletide and Id Pro Quo; those are ficswaps in which authors write for a specific person to specific prompts. And even outside that, fanfiction is not written for money; authors write and post it simply for the joy of creation and community with fellow fans. Fic is posted free for anyone to enjoy. Is that not a gift?

So. When you as a reader finish the chapter or story you're reading and you are faced with the comment box, try to follow the same etiquette you would when receiving a gift. (And even if you didn't love this gift and it's not your favorite gift ever, we already know that it's more useful than the products from your cousin's MLM that they're passing off as gifts, because you read the story. At the very least, it entertained you for the time you took to read it.)

The big rule of gift receiving etiquette is not to insult the person who gave you the gift, either directly or indirectly. That's it. Full stop.

I've been seeing a lot of comments lately that are just along the lines of, "Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us." A+, top of the class, full marks, you're doing amazing. If you don't feel comfortable commenting on the story itself, that is perfect feedback. And that's the most basic way you respond to a gift, yes? Thank you for the gift. Thank you for thinking of me. Thank you for sharing.

Does this rule mean that you cannot say anything at all that might be negative about anything? No, absolutely not. What you want to avoid is saying something that is, at its core, a negative evaluation of the author or their work. Let's do some examples.

Character A's obliviousness about Character B's MASSIVE crush on them made me so frustrated! I was tearing my hair out internally screaming, "JUST LET HIM LOVE YOU."

✔️ Excellent comment! You're allowed to have all sorts of feelings about things that happen in the story, and in fact authors LOVE to hear about any emotions they made you feel. Yes, frustration is not a positive emotion, but the thing you are expressing frustration about is not the author themselves or their shortcomings.

Contrast that to:

I was really frustrated that it took you so long to post this chapter. The cliffhanger at the end of the previous chapter had me tearing my hair out, and then you just left us hanging FOREVER!

❌ Nope! Here what you are expressing is frustration with the author and how fast they come out with new chapters. Imagine your sister buys you a gift for your birthday, but she isn't able to give it to you until the next week, and you respond with: "What took you so long?" I think Emily Post would frown on that.

Reframing

The way you say something and the point of view from which you give feedback can have a HUGE impact on the message you're sending. Let's take the last comment (the one about wanting an update) and see what happens when we reframe the same sentiment as a positive:

I was SO EXCITED to see that you updated this story! I have really been looking forward to seeing what happened after the cliffhanger in the last chapter.

✔️ Now it's not an insult. The author will be happy to know that you are happy to see new work from them.

This idea extends beyond the story itself: to the fandom, the characters, the pairing, the tropes, etc. Let's do some examples.

I looooove reading about these sexy boys SO IN LOVE even though the movie you're writing about is SOOOOO problematic.

❌ Nope! Assume that the author enjoys the canon, characters, pairing, etc. in the stories they write. This comment is insulting to the author because it basically says, "That thing you love is not great, and you should probably feel bad for liking it." Imagine your aunt gifts you a sweater from a popular retailer, and you respond with, "This is so cute, I love it! It's a shame that it was made in a sweatshop." Do you have a valid point about the canon or the retailer's business practices? You very well might. Is this the proper time and place to talk about it? Absolutely not.

Let's do a reframing exercise. You should be very careful about how you approach commenting negatively on anything in the story that appears in the tags list, but you can make it a compliment and good feedback if you have the right perspective. See the difference with these two approaches:

I kind of think frottage is disgusting, but I liked it in this story.

❌ Nope! You just told the author you think their kink is disgusting. That's like telling your poor aunt who is just trying to keep you warm this winter that she has awful taste in knitwear. Try again.

Frottage normally isn't my kink, but I love your other stories with this pairing, so I decided to give it a try, and I'm SOOOOO GLAD that I did! This story was 🔥🔥🔥

✔️ "This normally isn't my thing, but you made me expand my horizons!" Authors love to hear that. That's like telling your aunt, "I never thought this color looked good on me, but I look so cute in this sweater! I'm so glad you helped me step outside my comfort zone, because I'm the better for it."

thank u, next

The last thing I want to address is this new trend I've seen in commenting lately: placing an order. If your mom surprises you with new headphones, you don't respond with, "I wanted the white ones 🙁," or, "You should get me a new phone, too." It's easy to see why that isn't appropriate in a gifting situation, and it's also not appropriate when commenting on fanfiction.

Let's do some examples:

This fic was soooo cute, but it would have been a million times better if Character A had been with Character C instead of Character B.

❌ There are a few things going on here. Number one, you're telling your mom you wanted the white headphones, not the ones she actually bought you. You're also disparaging the A/B pairing that the author chose to write about, and as we discussed, we can assume that the author wrote the pairing because they liked it. Even if it's not their favorite and/or they also write A/C, they made a choice for this story to be A/B, and the comments section of a fic is not the place to question choices the author made in their own work.

You should write a story where Character Z who is not even in this story does [thing that is vaguely referenced in the B plot].

❌ "You should get me a new phone, too."

I want a sequel. 😞

❌ "Thank you, next!"

You can reframe this kind of sentiment if you are careful about it, and it's not all you say.

I really loved this story. I would be so interested to see these ideas explored further if you ever decide to write more in this universe.

✔️ Not "gimme." Not "more." This is, "If you build it, I will come." It is a HUGE difference.

You already know how to do this. You know how to graciously accept a gift; just use that same etiquette, and boom! Now you know how to fearlessly write a comment to fic you read. You're doing amazing. Go forth and comment.

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.05.21

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. It's Smacking Time by ProseMary [T, 6k]

►Harry accidentally smacked Draco's arse in the middle of hallway. Where would this lead to?

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Fest/Exchange

1. everything that we should be by @xslytherclawx-writes [T, 4k] 💗

►Draco isn't sure why he decides to go back to Hogwarts (yes he is; he needs a job now, and his best bet is getting his N.E.W.T.s), but the worst part of all of it is being assigned to share a room with Harry Potter... who he's been in love with for ages. He'll cope. Or not. ★ Id Pro Quo 2024

2. Love Will Abide by Anonymous [E, 41k]

►Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after. ★ Lights Camera Drarry 2024 | @lcdrarry

3. Theme and Variations by Anonymous [M, 24k]

►Draco had fucked him over, yet again. Harry was sick of it. With music swelling from the orchestra below, lights beating down on him hard enough to break a sweat before the first variation, the audience rapt with attention, this should have been the greatest moment of Harry’s life. But it wasn’t. Of course Draco fucking Malfoy had to ruin this for him too. Harry took a shaking breath and began to dance. ★ Lights Camera Drarry 2024 | @lcdrarry

[slickchickchocolatier]

guuuurl that bow tie fic was just too damn hawt. Love heelel he’s always so rough and gentle at the same time but takes time to educate and talk to reader like he’s so damn perfect! I love his moments of storytelling to reader. I have a question since heelel is so smart and just so perfect even though I know he used to be murderous af when he was angry at God but now that he has reader what would his reaction and lesson be for humans that try to summon demons or do rituals? Does he like that stuff? I had to ask since I watched some horror movies and it kind of popped up in my head in what he would do and say if someone tried to summon a demon from hell.

Warnings: mentions of rituals, summoning demons, hellish creatures, brutal deaths, hints of quid pro quo vibes, hints of smut near the end. think that’s it.

“Heeseung…”

Niki’s voice catches both of your attention as you sat in your usual spot on Heeseung’s lap, while the latter played with your hair and gripped you by the hip. “What is it, Niki?”

“Belial is gone. He took advantage and escaped through a summoning portal. My guess is a bunch of dumb cult members again.”

Heeseung tilted his head to the side, shifting his face in hand as he rubbed his temples, slightly wincing as if he gained a headache from the news. “Again? I fucking hate mortals I swear—“

He cuts off his own sentence while keeping his eyes shut, yet no longer squinting in annoyance. His forehead continues to rest against his fingers as he slowly opens and shifts his gaze over to you, flaring a lazy side eye. His lips remained just slightly parted as he realized he just said something that he felt he shouldn’t, considering you were right there and previously, a mortal.

He loosens the grip on your hip and scoots up to your waist, where he pulls you in by tugging you back. Your back now meshes against his chest.

He shifts his face and leans into the side of yours, giving you a tender kiss to the tip of your nose. Despite you not having anything to say to his snappy statement upon hearing Niki’s news, he felt the need to show, in his own way, that he was sorry for saying it aloud. This was an act of submitting an apology without actually saying it, you knew him well enough to know it whenever he displayed it.

“Well, he’s there, wreaking havoc. Thought id let you know since the man upstairs is about to get an increase of admittance to the gates, as will we.”

Heeseung maintains eye contact with you as he gives a short nod to Niki. The youngest brother takes his leave and you are both left alone once again.

“What did he mean an ‘increase of admittance’?” You inquired, slightly worried by the tone that was used to relay the news. “The demons here were former mortals who have committed heinous crimes against the innocent. They roam Hell to find weaker ones to quench their bloodlust, but whenever an opportunity arises for them to leave here and go there…” he points over to Earth while giving another tug on your waistline. “They haunt, torture, and kill humans. Mortals are easy prey.”

“W-will you do something about it?”

He tilts his head with a somewhat amused look, one that was mixed with adoration as he lifts his hand and pets your hair. “Probably not. I don’t really care about that world nor its inhabitants, which is why I always leave it alone. If mortals are dumb enough to mess with the dead and night creatures for their own amusement, then let them pay for it.”

He pulls your face against his lips as he leaves a loving and sickening sweet kiss against your nose. “You’re all I care about. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“That’s not—!”

You lean away but the sudden grip on your arms and hips halts you from completely detaching yourself from him. He glares at you with angry brows as he makes it known that he didn’t appreciate the abrupt distance. You sigh out as you feel his clingy grip grow tighter, slowly pulling you back in against his chest as he begins to pet your hair again.

“Would you do it for me?” You inquired, not even bothering trying to give him a justified reason on why he should give mortals the benefit of the doubt. You knew that in order to get what you want, so long as it wasn’t concerning you getting away, you knew exactly what to ask, and how to propose it.

“You want me to get rid of the demon? Even though they were the ones who invited him?” His voice was calm and rather sexy, the way he growled out the last word as he pressed his lips against your forehead.

“Not all humans are like that. I know there are some that do reckless things…but there are many more that are kind and don’t ask for such troubles.”

“I understand what you’re saying, darling. Fact of the matter is I don’t care about any of them.”

You shut your eyes and spoke out in response. “I know…but I still have family there…please—“ you open your eyes and raise your head. You cup his cheek as the tears begin to formulate out of desperation. “Would you do it for me? It would make me very happy.”

He lifts one brow and strokes your cheek. “Fine. If it will put your mind at ease, I’ll do it just for you.”

You smile as he taps against your high. “You stay here, I’ll have Jake and Sunghoon watch over you—“

“Can I come with you?” You quickly interject as he stood up from his throne with you pressed against him, coming to stand simultaneously. “You want to see this?”

You nod. He holds you around the waist as he cups your cheek, gently stroking his thumb over it. “Alright.”

Without breaking his hold, or eye contact, everything around you transitioned to a new setting. It was as if your current environment shattered, like mirrored glass as the shards displaying the image of Hell, his throne, the castle, and the mountain, all surrounded your bodies as a dark and unsettling atmosphere replaces it. “Where are we?” You look around to see the vast openness of a driveway in a rather decent neighborhood, or would be if the street lights had worked and the darkness didn’t shrill of evil.

“We’re right at the very spot these idiots summoned him.” Heeseung states as he views the large house a few feet away. There was something terribly wrong with the air in this setting. It was frightening. Too frightening. You were glad that Heeseung was there as you tightened your grip on his forearms, leaning against his chest. He merely looks down at you while you stared at the house, smirking. Of course he would smirk.

“You sure you don’t want to go back?”

You shake your head as you continued to inhale the grueling aura of the air surrounding you. “No…I don’t want to be away from you. I’m too scared….”

Who’d ever thought that you’d feel safer and yearn to be back in Hell. This place was too unholy and unlike the castle that had been your home for over a year, this place was not prepared nor decorated for your arrival. Despite his offer of taking you back, knowing you’d feel better sitting on his throne, waiting for him to return, and watching the beautiful views of the moon, sun, and earth, you found yourself not wanting to be away from him. He hugs you close as he begins to walk you to the front door of the house. “Heeseung…this place…”

“I know.” He quietly tells you as he taps the tip of your nose right his finger. You were scared out of your mind, you didn’t even release your embrace from his waist as he opened the door. “Beeeeelial. Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Heeseung playfully calls out as he tucks you behind and leads you by the hand. The view of his tall frame, clad in black Victorian styled attire relieved you of your fears just a bit as you felt comforted by his hands latching on to yours while he led the way.

The halls were long and too dark, it was hard for you to see, even being an immortal. For Heeseung, it was a cakewalk as he smoothly walked through, passing by unopened doors along the way. “Aren’t you going to check these rooms?”

“Don’t need to.” He calmly tells you as he eyeballs the master bedroom up ahead.

You both enter and from the corner of which you stood, the master bathroom across the room remained opened. A glaring red light eludes from it. Peeking in as you remained behind him, was a large pool of blood surrounded by candles. “So it was a cult…fucking idiots.” Heeseung quips under his breath.

A startling sound coming from behind causes you to yelp as you bury your face in his back. He comforts you by holding you close as he shushes you m. “Shhh. It’s okay y/n.” You raise your head and see a person, a mortal, crawling through the entrance. “H-help…please…”

He was covered in blood and terribly wounded. A chunk of his torso missing. “Where is he?” Heeseung hisses, not paying any mind to the pitiful moans the man let out. “D-don’t…don’t know…it…it killed the rest…of the group…..”

Heeseung scoffs in annoyance with an irritated smirk as he shakes his head, facing the side as he peered into the bathroom. “Why can’t you propel content yourselves with useful hobbies? Why must you always subject the world to your wreck-less perversions and stupidity?”

The man croaks out as he cries out of guilt. “We…we didn’t know that…that…it would actually happen….we..we thought—“

“What? Didn’t think it would really happen?” Heeseung places a hand on his hip. “Well now, don’t let your tone falter. Where’s that outspoken attitude you had earlier when you and your idiot posse spoke of worshipping demons and tainting the world of its purity? Where is all that big talk now?”

The man slowly bleeds out, yet continued to speak out and coherently. “D-did it…to please the Devil.”

“You did it to please…the devil, huh?” Heeseung smacks his teeth as he looks at the ground. “Funny…never expressed in wanting this. In fact, never wanted anything from you people at all. If it were left up to me, you’d all be demolished in a blink of an eye.”

He huffs out as he takes his steps closer to the dying man. “Some advice for you before you see Niki.”

Grabbing the man by the hair, Heeseung lifts the man’s face to view him directly. “DONT…FUCK…WITH…THE…DEVIL.”

The man sums up the last bit of his strength and spoke out once more. “Ho-how would….you fucking…know?!”

Heeseung chuckles. “You’ll see soon enough. See you later, Phillip.”

The man’s eyes widened, perturbed as Heeseung knew his name, though it was clearly left unmentioned. Inhaling his last breath, he blacks out and lays dead. Heeseung releases the thatch of his hair from his grip and lets his face fall against the floorboard. Suddenly a morbid figure appears at the center of the room, emerging from the ceiling. It screeched and made a terribly sound as its all white frame stands terrifyingly straight, with black hallow eyes and a bloodied mouth displaying jagged, sharp teeth and a black tongue.

“There you are.” Heeseung glares at the demon, amused by the raging roar coming from it. “You think you’re tough now that you’re here, don’t you?” Taking a step closer to the monster in the room, he continues to taunt him. “Think that just because you’re not in Hell, that you’re unrestrained and immune from me?”

The demon challenges him as he roars out, flaring off a split tongue and spewing out splatters of blood. “Don’t forget, Belial, I’m the one that created this world. And since my lovely wife loves the view of it, I’m gonna end your nonsense here and now.”

The demon continues to roar enraged. “I’m giving you the count of three. Go home or cease to exist. Your choice. 3…”

The demon becomes infuriated, feeling absolutely no need to heed his masters warning as he continues to flares his offensive tongue. “2…” Heeseung remains calm as he crosses his arms and counts down.

The demon takes a sudden turn and instead of facing Heeseung head on, charges in your direction. It knew that you were his weakness, the only thing that mattered to him. It also knew that he couldn’t win against its own creator, the devil. So why not go down with a bang and take what is most precious to him?

You froze and back against the wall as the demon charges and flashes unruly teeth, claws coming into view as he aims for you. Through incoherent screams, you weee able to understand the language of the monster as the queen of hell. It wanted to tear you apart.

The demon is yanked back, and held by its thin neck as heeeeung suspends him in the air. With an expression that was more terrifying than the demon itself, you shift your face to the side to avoid looking at the horrific look on your husbands face. For the first time ever since you’ve known him, you felt scared of Heeseung. A different type of fear from the usual sense that you were subjected to whenever you displayed a sinister look whenever he expressed his desire for you. No…this look he had now….it was different. There was no love or adoration, no sense of pleasure or mischief…it was a look of pure evil, all aimed at Belial.

“Ooooh…really now….thats the way you want to go?”

His voice…his voice was slightly different. It was still deep and dark, but conjuring at the same time.

You’re not sure how he disposed of Belial since you kept your face to the side, wincing your eyes shut trying to rid the image of your husbands current expression. From the sounds of the awful screams, and the tearing of flesh and pools of blood and bodily fluids splattering all over the room, you figured it was a terrible end, even for a demon. When all was said and done, you hear a calm and peaceful tone, one that was very familiar. “Darling? It’s time to go home.”

Your breathes hastened. You’re on the verge of hyperventilating as tears formed in your eyes, and your voice shakes hysterically as you open your eyes, and witness the current state of the room. Blood and flesh stain the walls all around, everything from the dead cult member to the ceiling was coated with it, yet you remained cleaned from it all.

You lose control and begin to scream and cry out hysterically out of fear and sickness. It was all too much. “Come here, I’ve got you.” He catches you as you stumbled and found it difficult to stand on your own, collapsing each time you tried. His warm embrace covers you, but you refrained from looking at him. “It’s okay darling.”

He grips your chin and forces you to face him. Fortunately, it was back to normal…that sound expression. “I know. It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. I’ll never look at you like that.” He kisses you. “So long as you don’t leave.” The menacing look reappears, this time with a frightening smile. “Stay and keep me happy, and I won’t ever get angry with you.”

You scream and try to push away as he grips onto you tighter. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Get away from me! Who are you?!”

He chuckles as he holds you close. “Calm down baby. I know you’ll keep me happy, you have nothing to worry about.”

You tremble snd collapse to your knees once more, dragging him down as he kneels to continue on with his embrace. “Shhh…come on baby, look at me. LOOK AT ME!”

The last bit of his words spoke out in a demonic tone. “Stop! Why are you doing this?! Stop it!”

You wince away as he chuckles once more, taking pleasure in tormenting you a bit. “Please! I’ll be good! I won’t ever leave just please!”

“Please what?” A long, snake like tongue leaks out of his mouth as it coats your cheek with his saliva. “Heeseung please stop! Please! I want my husband back!”

His embrace tightens and he kisses you atop your head. “I’m here, darling. I just like having fun with you sometimes.”

You push his chest out of anger and fear, even went so far as to face him to slap his cheek. He liked that. Well…at least right now he did.

He growls a smirk as he stares at you wide eyed. “Stop looking at me like that! I don’t like it!” Tears stream down your cheeks as you grip the pads of his coat lining his shoulders. “Please…don’t scare me like that. I love you i just…you scare me so much.”

Chuckling once more, he kisses you. “Don’t worry. I had my fun to last me a while, let’s go home. We’re done here.”

He takes you and within a blink of an eye, you’re both back home.

You enclose yourself by wrapping your arms around your chest. Heeseung stands before you with a calm expression, admiring your hair. “You know baby…I kind of got the taste for a game.”

“A game?” You inquired with a semi-shaky breath.

“Yeah a game.”

“What…game, Heeseung?” Tired of his tormenting playfulness, you glare at him as you distance yourself away, step by step. “Feel like being chased?”

“Chased?”

“Yeah, chased….and played with.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

He smiles deviously as he develops his bedroom eyes. His handsome face tells you of subjecting you to the highest sense of pleasure and pain, which you had normally welcomed, but right now you weren’t in the mood. He licks his lips as he eyes your hips. Either a calm and dark tone, he tells you….

“Darling…RUN.

[ear-motif]

lrt made me think of smth

will becoming a cannibal at an early age, killing the people who keep him and his father poor.

it starts with the motel manager. he was letting will and beau stay for a reduced rate, because he took pity on them. poor boy's ma just died and she wore the pants in the family, so now the fisherman has to make up for it. he sees the gaunt and haunted look of will's face and lets them stay. but he uses beau for free labor. starting with simple chores then escalating into a full-time housekeeping job. he never gets paid, just blackmailed. "well it'd be a mighty shame if ya quit helpin me, graham. then id have to charge you the same rate as e'ryone else." it goes on like that for months, until beau is too exhausted to even talk to will anymore. when will asks whats wrong, he just says "don't worry about it. just a little quid pro quo is all. now brush up and get ready for bed".

will overhears the manager and beau fighting. beau sprained his ankle at the docks today. he just wanted rest. the manager called the cops on them for trespassing. how funny, because they were staying at a reduced rate, the manager never put them in the books. there was no proof that they lived there.

it starts as an accident, will breaking the manager's ankles. he was enraged. he wanted to hurt him like he hurt his dad. but he and his dad were hungry, and will already knew how to gut a fish. if the manager treated his dad like a work horse, he would treat him like a pig

[caiti-creative-corner]

Title: Just a Little Change . . . Written for ID Pro Quo 2024 Characters: Filius Flitwick, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape Rating: G Summary:

. . . small to say the least . . .

Looking at the smallest of ripples, one would never guess it might cause a greater change, but then again, what else was magic for? How might that change begin if the four Heads of Hogwarts felt more confident in their mutual friendship?

LINK

[theriverbeyond]

I wrote three (3!!) fics for the Id Pro Quo 2023 fic exchange:

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We Can Hold You - 6k, Rated E (18+)

Harrow Nova/Alecto

Harrow Nova—the disgraced, disowned, failure of the Ninth House—stalks the hallways of Drearburh with the chain of Samael slung over her shoulder, the weight as heavy as any noose. In her daylight hours she is haunted by the horrible golden visage of the Daughter and the rope-like scars criss crossing her spine. And at night, the Body haunts her dreams.

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Let Me Be Weak - 4k, Rated M

Gideon/Harrow

Gideon makes a mistake. Harrow shows her it's okay to ask for help, and won't let Gideon say anything bad about herself along the way. (Griddlehark domestic discipline for emotional healing)

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let the sun kiss your lips (she knows all of the tricks) - 2k, Rated E (18+)

Cam/Pal/Dulcie

Making your (collective) bf do math while he's being fucked, edging your (collective) bf for his health and academic well being, liberal use of "Good Boy", "women with ultimate power over men" PWP

[starkraivennemad]

Wide Awake With The Beginning

It was one in the morning when Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade sent his partner Sargent Sally Donovan home. Unfortunately, he woke up at his desk nearly two hours later.

God, you’re starting to get too old for these late nights, Greg my boy. Starting to? Shaddup!

As always, before he went home for the night, he did his nightly checks.

Sherlock Holmes would be annoyed should he ever find out; Greg did not care.

Watson would semi-jokingly accuse him of spying, but the good doctor had long ago resigned himself to the facts of hidden cameras in his life.

Anthea would say he was being a ridiculous mother hen, but he knew she was the reason he was allowed it.

He needed to know where people were before he could go home and lay his own head down.

He pulled out his tablet, checking both GPS and cameras.

His sisters were in their respective homes with their families, asleep as most people would be that time of morning.

There were no visual cameras at Anthea’s on purpose. Mycroft had informed him of the time he found grounded-up camera pieces silently served with his morning tea. That politely dissuaded him from doing such again, but the thermal imaging was allowed to remain as a compromise. Greg only had access to her phone GPS, thank goodness - because he did not want to imagine what she would feed him in vengeance if he had visuals.

At Baker Street, Watson was also asleep, but Sherlock puttered about the kitchen. Sherlock’s focus was on what seemed to be entrails dangling from tongs. Greg mentally shuddered at whatever insane experiment the genius was about. No surprise that Sherlock was awake. His sleeping habits, though much improved since sharing a flat with Watson, were still deplorable.

Pot-Kettle Greg, leaving work at near three. He chastised himself as he closed that tab and opened the final one. A tab he noticed was added a year ago, and not by him, for someone revered with as much importance as the previous.

Mycroft Holmes.

Uber intelligent. Enigmatic. Posh. Mycroft was a reserved man, many thought of as cold - and he is, especially to those who do not get the honor to know the true him. To the few of the public that see him regularly he is a cold exacting man. One who does occupy a minor office with the British government - he even has an official ID, paperwork, and occasional meetings to prove it. It a far cry from his true occupation as political analyst who wielded immense power in his manicured hands. Power that has caused royalty, dictators, and other high-ranking people in global politics to take heed – or else. Over the years Greg has been blessed to see the dry biting wit. The little quiet ways Mycroft shows his care for his parents and Anthea. The loving exasperation in how he and his little brother, Sherlock, deal with each other when out of the public eye. Greg knew he was one of the very few graced to know the man beyond the public persona and forged a quiet friendship from what was once a very acrimonious association between them.

Greg knew, originally, he had been tracked simply as another way for Mycroft to potentially locate his brother when Sherlock would cut off all other means of tracking when so inclined, which was often. Like John he had become resigned to his life being somewhat under surveillance by the enigmatic man because of his association with Sherlock.

Greg was eventually given access to the cameras for Sherlock and John as a quid pro quo courtesy. A year ago, he had been given access to Anthea’s GPS - only when she was in London of course -  for when Mycroft is incommunicado, but wanted to secretly let Greg know they were in fact in London without calling unless absolutely needed. It was a surprise to discover when the last tab appeared, and Greg had direct access to Mycroft’s GPS. Again, only when in London, but it was better than being reliant solely on Anthea for emergency contact. He completely understood the level of trust being given to have it and he was honored.

Greg does not know when he added Mycroft to his nightly check routine, but there the man was…

Wait… Why is he there so late…? Oh…

The GPS told Greg where the man was: at his office in Diogenes.

The hidden cameras, the only visual cameras for Mycroft he had been allowed access, told him why he was still there: he had fallen asleep at his desk.

Oh, that cannot be good for his back.

Mycroft, always impeccably dressed, had removed his jacket in the privacy of his office. It was the first time Greg has seen him so and Greg almost felt he was spying on something illicit as he watched the gentle rise and fall of the man’s body in slumber.

You work so hard Mycroft, taking care of the world. Who takes care of you?

It was not the first time Greg has had that thought.

Would you let me take care of you?

Nor was it the first time Greg has had that thought. Read rest the on AO3...

Mystrade Monday Prompt #73 For January 22, 2024 - "You know that’s not the case.”

[daisychainsandbowties]

your nonbinary beatrice post, i’m mentally jumping up and down on a bed ala s1 ava

nonbinary avatrice is so damn underrated imo, especially since they both read very trans and/or nd, (beatrice especially ((unrelated but lilith also has autistic vibes for similar reasons to beatrice)

ava is a bit complicated because on one hand it’s very likely she doesn’t care much or at all, and you have that whole queer af conversation between her and chanel about not knowing who you are because you never got a chance to explore or something that’s even queerer knowing that chanel’s actor is trans, and how often being queer and disabled goes hand in hand because of how man & woman is usually defined so much as a cishet white, thin, well off, pro status quo abled man/woman, but also on the other hand, that could also be the very same reason why a disabled person might firmly id as cis and/or with their agab, because of how they’re systematically denied manhood/womanhood because of their disability

and then with beatrice, like aside from the way she dresses, and i refuse to believe the combat habits didn’t make a few nuns realize that they aren’t so cis after all, you have the “people have tried to make me something i’m not. to make me normal. or at least, acceptable*.” and many people will “accept” gay people but only as long as they’re don’t display any gender queerness/gncness and/or transness

(*and obv that line is very easily also or as well interpretable as autistic beatrice, esp w how she displays a few behaviors that could be read as her being autistic, but that’s off topic)

<- first of all i am just yes yes yes about the intersectionality of disability/queerness & how it adds huge good layers to any conversation about nb avatrice. i rlly like the idea of Ava claiming her gender, b/c so often the systems and the institutions and ablism try to infantilise disabled ppl, & that extends to participating in gender, linking right to dehumanising tactics.

& i fucking LOVE Ava really doing gender and doing it her own way and grabbing it and running with it. Ava coming from a place where the ppl who 'cared' for her didn't give a damn about her girlhood. she's been confronted with her girlhood only in terms of pejoratives - 'you're a very x girl'

i am Thinking about the s1 line where we see sister fuck looming over Ava after she gets her period & saying to her 'you're a woman now' & how that is framed for us. just specifically what the entire event of menstruation feels when you are not cis.

ppl telling you that you're a woman (now, suddenly. like, fuck, when did i agree to this. who asked my permission?) and how you can feel your body being reframed and relegated in a certain way by the world and the anguish of that, often the blunt and speechless agony of it because the language that could latch onto what is wrong about the way that woman sits on your skin is unavailable to you

nonbinary avatrice is very mood to me because i think they in general have an extremely gnc thing going on. look no further than the outfits in s2. it is BOTH of them, also. Ava reads very boyish to me (hilariously in a very 'that kid with the band-aid on his nose & the blue shorts from pokemon who runs around on the beach going '!!! my footsteps keep disappearing'. ava silva-core).

there really is something in Ava that resists conventional femininity & i think it is very AVA the way she does it. she's giving the middle finger to it, she's shrugging at it. she's kissing gender on the mouth & girlbossing & also just being a little guy with her baseball cap turned around like ash ketchum. Ava silva 'gotta catch em' all' Silva but with the genders.

& yeah the fact that when beatrice is not in her habit she is wearing very masc clothing, putting her hands deep in her pockets, shirt collar sticking up out of her sweater. the outfit she wears to kick crimson in the face. the outfit from guttural scream fight night. her armour with its bandoleer of knives & her cute little throwing stars you use to hit soft tissues with pinpoint accuracy. the softness and the violence of her.

& you are so right. 'ppl tried to make me something i'm not' - you can imagine beatrice in the catholic school uniform with the pleated skirts and the soft v-neck jumper & the blazer & every teacher saying 'now girls' and 'please, girls' all the damn time. how electric it must feel to her to hear the word boy on her skin.

(& yeah. my first fic which is s1 beatrice POV i literally have a tag that's like beatrice is autistic & that's how i write her in everything. ligaments, star wars au bea they r all autistic. a part of it is... i am autistic so it ends up maybe being a situation where especially in second person it's hard not to write autistically but shrug emoji, i also just think bea reads very autistic to me. i have a whole bunch of my own feelings & opinions on what autism looks like w/ beatrice specifically but that's not for this post)

tldr: yes you are very smart and very right

[jextell2514]

Works in Id Pro Quo have just been revealed, including a gift for me!

It’s an epistolary format fic about Jarra in the future (and it includes Wren!)

Go check it out!

[frodoelhobit]

This is my attempt to write from memory as much of the Aeneid as I can. Yeah, I'm trying to learn it by heart 😂

Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris

Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit

Litora, multus ille et terris iactatus et alto

Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunionis ob iram,

Multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem

Inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum

Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.

Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso,

Quidve dolens regina deum tot volvere casus

Insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores

Impulerit, tantaene animis caelestibus irae?

Urbs antiqua fuit, Tyrii tenuere coloni

Karthaginem Italiam, contra Tyberinaque longe

Ostia, dives opum studiis asperrima belli,

Quam Iuno fertur terris magis omnibus unam,

Posthabita coluisse Samo; hic illius arma,

Hic currus fuit, hoc regnum dea gentibus esse,

Si qua fata sinant, iam tum tenditque fovetque.

Progeniem sed enim, Troiana a sanguine duci

Audierat Tyrias olim quae verteret arces,

Hinc populum late regem, belloque superbum,

Venturum excidio Lybiae, sic volvere Parcas.

Id metuens, veterisque memor Saturnia belli

Prima quod ad Troiam pro caris gesserat Argis

Necdum etiam causae irarum saevique dolores

Exciderant animo, manet alta mente repostum

Iudicium Paridis, spraetaeque iniuria formae,

Et genus invisum, et rapti Ganymedis honores.

His accensa super, iactatos aequore toto

Arcebat longe Latio, multosque per annos

Errabant, acti fatis, maria omnia circum.

Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem!!

[bittercape]

WIPs

tagged by @mightymightygnomepriest and @there-must-be-a-lock

WIP I’m actually working on: mostly the fics for omega jason todd week, which will be connected short stories because I am in fact me.

WIP I keep open in the background so I don’t feel guilty: my id pro quo assignment, which I have planned a lot for and written very little. starting this weekend!

Imaginary project: Old Guard AU marvel/dc crossover. will probably not happen this year.

Passion project: same as @mightymightygnomepriest I'm very excited about our new collab!

WIP from 3 months ago: Steve Rogers crossover longfic (for me) that wants to be written and is connected to two shorter crossovers I wrote for advent

Side WIP: a Slade/Jason thing for @mightymightygnomepriests tennis verse, which is challenging as I know very little about tennis

no pressure tags - @ginbenci @kd-heart @itsfirecat @icescrabblerjerky @carcrash429 @sammialex