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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months

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Wake Up

Kappa x fem reader

Summary : A happy evening with your family comes to an end and you peacefully fall asleep in your bed. But for the time being you don't notice a break-in by a certain cult leader, nor do you notice how a hand wanders over your body again and again, a body presses itself against you and then you open your eyes...wake up.

warning : +18, minors don't interact or read, smut, p in v, somnophilia, drugging, druges sex, some humping, blood kink, knife play, kissing, biting, non consensual sex, the whole story is non consensual, afab reader

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Info : So it's finally done and it was a hell lot to write but it's done yeahhh :) So get all you Kappa juices and have fun reading oh and please mind the tags :)

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It had been a lavish evening. They had all gone on a family outing together. An outing that was much needed during all this. She had missed her parents and siblings and her parents and siblings had missed her. It was a prepared trip during her college holidays.

It seemed too long that she had seen her family. In the evening, they went to the cinema, which had a preview of the latest technological inventions. Which, much to her delight, also showed new things about space.

Space surrounded them at all times and was somehow like an embrace for the earth. The endless vastness of space in which her father was now partly. But it didn't bother her, she knew he had important work to do.

It was at least a working environment in which she wanted to work. Whether as a stronaut, researcher, biologist or with technological things. She had a goal and knew it in the endless beautiful dark space.

But even though her "father" was now somehow with her as a robot, that didn't bother her either. Her siblings sometimes still tried to understand how it worked.

How her father tried to explain it to the two younger ones and it usually ended in a confused fit of laughter. But no matter how funny, confusing or even adored her family was. She loved them with all her heart.

The evening only got better after they left the cinema and went to the restaurant. A small but expensive good restaurant where they got a table and spent a few more hours.

They ate well and drank well, at least she had overdone it a little. But she wanted to celebrate that she was almost finished with her thesis, was back with her family and just wanted to let herself go a little.

Which is why the family were all slightly exhausted and especially tired when they arrived home. ,,So you sleep in the guest room," she heard her mother say, holding the door open for her daughter. ,,Thanks mom" she mumbled and gave her mother a kiss that was slightly shaky but it only made her smile. ,,Night, star!" she heard her father call from her siblings' room, putting them to bed. Laying down in bed and giving her mother a thankful look, the older woman closed the door.

Snuggling into the pillows and blankets, she was glad to sleep here again. Finally to be with her family again. Before she closed her eyes for a few moments and fell asleep.

She didn't notice anything of the horror that was about to hit her. She was too deeply asleep for that and didn't hear how the window broke and things were knocked over. She didn't hear how the cult group broke into the house and helped themselves to alcohol.

Didn't hear how her father woke up indirectly and crept downstairs. The disaster would take its course and soon ruin would befall her family. The student did not hear Kappa ask if anyone else was there and beat her father relentlessly.

Before the leader's eyes fell on the family photo, he tilted his head and laughed. ,,A pretty flower," he muttered, taking the knife with him as he scratched across the walls. He had his target, he had chosen it. His flower.

When Data's hammer struck her father's head again to quell his warning cries. But it was too late, the black-haired man had built himself into a spiral of intoxication.

A mix of drugs, alcohol and lust. And he wanted to satisfy all three things today. Whether with violence or without was up to her.

The doors of the rooms on the upper level opened one after the other. All until he had reached his destination. ,,Are you asleep already?" he purred and knocked on her door before waiting for an answer, which did not come.

His eyes rolling as his flower did not cooperate, he went into her room. It was dark, the light from the streetlamps was shining through the curtains and he could make out the outline of the room.

He found his way around and when his bright eyes landed on the sleeping body in the bed. ,,So you are asleep after all" he thought and smirked as he walked closer to the bed. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the sleeping woman for a moment. She slept soundly as if she had taken something.

Sleeping pills or alcohol? No matter what it was, she didn't notice that someone had joined her next to her. She pulled the loose blanket off her body and the nightgown appeared underneath.

If you could call it a nightgown at all, the fabric was clearly visible even in the low light. ,,What pretty blossoms," he purred and ran his hand over her head.

Stroked the soft hair and played with a strand, twisting it between his fingers, which already had blood and the dark liquid of the robot on them. He leaned down slightly and caught the fruity smell of her shampoo. Heaving a sigh of relief, he moved his nose from her hair to her face.

Nestled against her for a moment, enjoying her warmth, her beauty, letting himself be intoxicated by her self, her worthless state. While his mind was already thinking of all the possibilities he could do to her.

She was like his puppet not like his followers he could connive around if he wanted to. No she was like a puppet to manoeuvre his and use his as he wished. An aroused imagination. An imagination that he felt was slowly making him hard.

A pleasant shudder ran through him as he pressed himself against her. Playing the big spoon while his other hand, still holding the knife, ran over her body.

The tip of the cold knife ran over the thin nub and despite the poor light he saw the red stripes. He ran his fingers over it and felt the heat of the superficial scratch. A slight moan came from his lips as he pushed his hardness lightly against her back.

The brief arousal just a little taste of what was to come. But what he had was what he got from her. ,,Fuck you're going to be so good for me" he murmured and as his hand continued to draw strings with the knife his free hand went to her breasts.

Pushing down the nightgown and sliding it under her breasts so that they were automatically free, he got another piece of his flower.

His hand began to massage her breasts which seemed to fit perfectly in his hands. His pulse increased for a moment as he heard a soft sigh from her lips. ,,I knew you'd like it," he smirked and continued to massage her breasts while his lips left kisses on her neck.

The knife that was still dragging the strands around was directed at the fabric before you heard it rip. She had blossomed, her flower lying completely bare beside him. ,,So beautiful" he purred and pulled the excess clothing from her body and felt her body against him.

Warm and soft, alive and his. His for at least the next few long moments. He heard the goosebumps on her body rise to escape the cold that had easily reached her through the fabric and she pressed herself closer to him.

His cock produced further waves of arousal and he continued to rub against her. He felt his lust for her increasing more and more and finally had her completely to himself.

He could already feel the first drops of pleasure beginning to form a small spot. ,,,Fuck-blossom...you're doing things" he gasped and continued to rub himself against her for a few more moments, hearing her gasp again and again. She felt something happening to her body but in her mind it was just a nice dream. Nothing more, nothing less. But leading him it was like the main prize.

Before he repositioned himself he bit up her leg until he heard her groan and try to pull her leg away. Her body tried to move away but he pulled her back against him. ,,Don't run away sweetie" he murmured over her skin and licked almost apologetically over the bites moving up her leg.

He smirked as he reached her red panties and chuckled that she was already slightly damp from his touch. The smell of her sex in the mix of drugs and alcohol seemed to make him feel even better. Letting his nose brush her middle for a moment, he caught her scent.

He felt how he would have liked to run his tongue over her middle and his cock twitched at the thought. A moan escaped his lips as he let go of her middle and put his lips on her nipples.

Kisses and bites on the sensitive areas left him aware of how her body was bucking up every now and then to reach out to him. But with every further action on his part, more reactions were triggered in her. Actions that drove him to have her for himself.

He felt her rubbing her hips against him and wanting more of the excitement. ,,Can't stand it, huh?" he asked her and kissed his way from her breasts over her body again when he reached her centre.

Listening into the house for the last time, he heard nothing but the voices of his followers. Nothing that could have kept him from her. His fingers hooked under the waistband of her panties and pulled them over her legs.

Carefully but hastily pulling them over her ankles and inhaling her scent. Feeling her body move again and her understanding seem to shift slowly. Shifting into a different state.

Her scent, her sex seemed to make his mouth water again and he licked his lips. Placed himself a little further down and bit his way up her legs again. harder and harder he saw how he left marks and imprints.

Cresting her centre, he ran his fingers through her soft slightly wet lips, slightly trembling with excitement. Watching the slightly translucent slightly white sticky substance stick to his fingers. He heard her moan as she tried to close her legs. Ignoring her for a moment he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

Sucked her juice from his fingers and it was better than any drug. ,,Fuck...sugar-" he started and was about to finish his sentence when he saw her body move again and her eyes flutter open. ,,Wh-What?" he heard her soft muffled murmur as she slowly opened her eyes and confusion still moved through her mind.

Confusion that didn't yet understand why she was hot and cold at the same time, why she was disgusted. But most of all why there was another person in her bed.

Opening her mouth and taking a breath to scream, he was already pressing his hand over her mouth and the cold knife was against her neck. ,,One sound, one scream or one noise that could alert the police, sweetie, and that's inside you...understand?" he said after a short pause, seeing tears gathering in her eyes and her pulse increasing under the knife.

But she nodded her agreement and he slowly took the knife a few centimetres from her neck. ,,Now kiss me," he ordered and in a look that could not have been more insane, she hesitantly did what he asked. Her hands ran lightly over his body for fear it would get worse.

They held on to him lightly before she put her lips on his. But barely touched, he bit down and made her yelp, which was accompanied by a whimper.

His tongue entered her mouth and he seemed to enjoy it more than she did. Even though she had realised her arousal, the throbbing between her thighs and the slight tingling on her nipples.

She knew that it had been much longer than she had thought, that he had not just broken into her room. How long had he been making love to her? He had exercised his lust on her and feasted on her, and she didn't seem to feel the pain of the bites and red strands.

After a few moments, Kappa broke away from the kiss, a small, shimmering thread of saliva connecting them almost like something super-erotic as he reached into his pocket. ,,Now we'll have some real fun," he murmured and tilted his head slightly as he showed her the small colourful pill. A pill with a Smiely face punched on it and yet she knew what it was.

She had been drinking alcohol for a while and smoking weed when things got too stressful, but never anything stronger. She didn't really want to, her fantasy was enough, the sex she'd had so far was perfect enough. But now?

How different could sex be with a stranger in her bed on drugs and a knife? Reluctantly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out slightly, the black-haired man smirked in passing, enjoying her reaction, and lowered the knife slightly.

Only to let it slide over her body again in a circular motion as he watched her take the tablet into her mouth. He had placed it on her tongue and waited a few seconds before he suddenly pushed two fingers into her mouth.

Making a choking sound and wanting to protest, she only felt the knife suddenly go deeper over her skin and a small trickle of blood flowed down her stomach. ,,Good girl," he praised, watching as she sucked on his fingers and let her tongue roam over them, making them as wet as possible.

While he bent down slightly, hands still in her mouth, and licked the blood from her body. Taking in as much of it as he could and sucking it lightly.

It only excited him more the mix of alcohol, drugs and her blood coupled with her sex was just too intoxicating. ,,You don't know what you're doing to me," he smirked and wiped away her tears with his hand holding the knife.

Kappa saw the fear in her eyes as the knife came closer to her face and he took his fingers out of her mouth. Her saliva shone lightly on his fingers in the slightly lighter room due to the time that had passed.

But they still had plenty of time before it got light and the sun rose. ,,Relax sugar...it's going to be good" he chuckled and gurgled as he winked and pressed one last kiss to her lips before kissing his way down her body one last time while running his moistened fingers between her thighs.

He felt her tense for a moment and exhaled in surprise as he inserted his fingers inside her. Moving them and preparing her for what was to come because he was sure she needed it. He had his experiences of how it could go but he was not a complete inhuman.

He saw her avoiding his gaze, he liked to watch her, to see how she would react. She as a human being and not a machine that only reproduced emotions. ,,You have pretty eyes," he murmured and saw her blink several times before she nodded almost apathetically. So the drug was beginning to work, a joyful realisation for him and for her.

Before he leaned towards her again, he forced her into another kiss that was clearly more reciprocal than the one before. The fear had left her body and was replaced with complete relaxation.

But the look, that certain something in her gaze, the knowing that he was there, that it wasn't a dream. That was what turned him on. He used his fingers one last time to prepare her for him before he took off his trousers and threw them carelessly into the room.

He saw her gulp when she saw his aroused cock and he smirked again before pressing himself against her. He felt her shudder as their genitals rubbed against each other. ,,Ready sugar" he murmured in her ear and took the knife from her body for a moment.

Giving her even a moment before he positioned himself properly and her laziewes nod was a yes and entered her. A moan of praise came from his lips as he lost himself completely for a moment in the feeling of having her around him.

Her throaty moan reached his ears and she relaxed back into the pillows, easily coping with the situation. ,,Fuck-ah...sweetie you're tighter than I thought...fuck that feels good" he moaned throatily and his drug and alcohol addled brain seemed barely able to think straight. But this was mutual as she had also caught the drugs completely by now.

He began to thrust into her, addicted to the feeling of ecstasy and lust, wanting more and needing it. To move until he found the rhythm that brought him just that.

But her pleasurable noises also increased through the room while her hands searched for hold. His rhythm gave her what she wanted under drugs, what her body needed her mind made her believe that she needed it more and more, It seemed almost like his personal music the mix of her lust and his.

A mix that conducted them both. He felt her fingernails scratching his arms, his shirt shifting with all the movement. Her red strands replaced his own, his knife for a moment, and he enjoyed it.

He enjoyed the pain and engaged her in another more intimate kiss, muffling her noises for a moment. ,,So good" he heard her mumble and saw the unnaturally dilated pupils that must have resembled his. He lost himself in her lust-veiled gaze as he felt her legs wrap around his waist again and again.

Her moans and pleas increased in incomprehensible words and he took her voice away again and again and kissed her. Not seeming to get enough of her, he let his hand wander over her body with the knife.

With every stroke he caused, every little trickle of blood that ran from the small cuts, it excited them both more and more. Causing both of them another intoxication.

A rush in which he continued to lick the blood from her house, incomprehensibly drugged, telling her how good she was. Trying to get more from him more and more to have. While she pulled him more and more and ran her hands over his body. Tangled in his hair and she demanded him stronger and stronger.

He followed this and increased his thrusts, letting her pull his hair lightly while the cold metal ran over her body again and again. He let his lips wander over her body more and more often. Biting until a throaty mix of scream and lust came from her throat.

Her legs closed tighter around his waist and he felt himself coming closer to his climax and she closer to hers. ,,Ah-wanna see you" he moaned and put his free hand to her neck forcing her to look at him. Saw how her half-open eyes, also filled with exhaustion, fixed on him.

He felt her swallow, she pulled him against her one last time and he sealed his and her last screams in a kiss as they both climaxed. Her fingers clung to him convulsively and he sank his teeth into her neck, demanding blood from her one last time.

He felt her completely let go, relax and sink into the pillows, her eyes closing and her body falling into a sleep. ,,Told you...it would be good" he murmured and looked at her sleeping body as he pulled out of her. In the brightening light he saw some cum leak out of her and wiped it away with his fingers. He grabbed his clothes and took the knife to sort himself out.

Before he ran his fingers through her hair one last time and planted a kiss on her head. ,,Thank you flower," he murmured with a giggle and pulled the blanket over her used sleeping body before her door opened and closed again.

The cult had taken their victims that night and it was only a matter of time before she would find the other unnatural robot. Or he would meet his new favourite flower again. Another night, he was sure, would.

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#black mirror #black mirror season 6 #kappa black mirror #kappa x reader #rory culkin #afab reader #reader is female #smut #minors dont read #minors do not interact

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nervousladytraveler · 5 months

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Hey lady! I’m curious to know something about your writing process (as someone who writes very short fics).

When you write much longer, more involved fics (like your Splendors fic) do you usually have the whole plot mapped out before you begin, or are you filling it in as you go?

Thanks in advance!❤️

Thanks so much @dreamstone28737 --you're very kind to ask! This was fun to think about, largely because I have not begun a new long fic from scratch since 2021, so I had to go by what I recall (and yes, that means my current long WIPs have taken me years!)

Short answer: I think my method is a combination of knowing a bit in advance where the story is headed and allowing for new developments as I go.

Longer answer: I usually do a lot of thinking (daydreaming) before I start any story so I have some sense of key scenes and also dialogue--I need to hear the voices in my head. Then I write these things down in a furious flash, usually out of sequence and that’s really all the outlining I do (although I have started writing myself notes so I don't forget something). I have mostly been serial posting while a work is in progress, so once I have those initial bits down, I start editing and get a few sequential chapters in shape.

Then it's a question of trying to move forward to connect the bits I have and usually coming up with new material, new ideas, and even new characters and plotlines in between. With Splendors, I actually started in the middle (the argument at the stable) then had to work my way backward and forwards to build the relationship and tension that lead to that scene. Duty requires a lot of research so usually in search of one fact, I find something else interesting and try to weave it in where it makes sense. So it's not a very disciplined process--and thus can get rambly (did I mention some of these have taken years?)

The one fic that didn't work this way was The Distance Between Us because I wrote most of it in real time during lockdown and had no idea what was going to happen! There I relied on canon events (D getting sick, a blue seductive garment, a baby) to give me some guidance!

Thanks so much for asking! I’m anxious to hear how it goes for you!

#lucretiassister #poldark fanfic #ask nervousladytraveler #writer asks

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cryptwrites · 2 months

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bam bam bam another short story

CW: Suffocation, Darkness, Caves _______

Exploration of the earth has always intrigued me. I love to explore the parts of nature that humanity has yet to truly touch. So I go Caving. Not that I do a whole lot else in my free time, Jeremy Lawerence, my boyfriend, came along with me on a trip a few years back. He is quite a bit less into nature than I am. He would rather sit on our couch and play with whatever gadget he got that week than come caving with me, but he’s supportive of my hobbies. So we went.

You see, we didn’t really actually have the money to go all that often, the equipment and clearance passes are expensive, so I spent a lot of my time looking at caves that we could explore… without paying. I’m not going to get into wether some of our adventures were actually legal but we were always safe. Jeremy liked the less than legal caving we did, he got quite the thrill out of it, always joking about getting arrested for enjoying what the earth made us for free. Other than that, he was never quite as into it as I was, though. Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely no claustrophobe and I wasn’t forcing him to follow me but he mainly enjoyed “feeling like a pirate” in his terms, and I always ended up going a little bit deeper than he enjoyed.

Maybe we should have tried cliff climbing or hiking, but caving was my thing. And I loved it. It had helped me deal with my thoughts, and Jeremy knew how much I loved it. Although, neither of us were too keen on the scrapes and scratches you always get on expeditions. He used to joke that he was a “earth bound warrior” and that they were his battle scars. If only he had known. We did have fun, though, and he always chose to join me.

The cave we were going to explore was Ogof Ffynnon Ddu– It’s welsh, meaning Cave of the Black Spring- Now we’ve explored this cave before but there’s three entrances to this cave, and we wanted to explore the Ogof Ffynnon Ddu II, the more complex of the three. We planned a day trip, giving us more time than we needed to explore and get back. The whole system is huge, though – I it’s the third longest cave and is 275m deep, this thing is huge– so there was plenty to explore, and we’d had so much fun the first time that we wanted to see it from another entrance. After we entered we were going to travel through the cave, as far as Maypole Inlet before heading back. There used to be a Ladder you could use to access the Inlet, but now it’s only accessible by rope. I had never used a rope to scale a cave, and neither had Jeremy so we were both pretty excited to try that out.

Jeremy made some calls a few days before we went out and got our friend Oliver Moffett note down all the details of our planned trip, as you never should go caving unless you have someone who knows what you're doing. Of course Jeremy and I had also done as much research into our route as we could. As much as I like exploring, I do not like getting lost, I’m happy to stay on the main routes. What I loved about caving was the feeling of surrendering yourself to the earth; the cold, damp, solid walls closing in like a mother’s sweet embrace. It felt like they were protecting me from anything bad happening. Not anymore though.

It was Sunday, July 17th we went. I had taken the two days prior off work to prepare for the trip, and took Monday off as well to tend to any well-earned bruises. Jeremy and I drove up to Penwyllt, towards Ogof Ffynnon Ddu II. I live in Swindon so it wasn’t too long a trip. We had someone drop us off since we weren’t really doing this… ethically.. and I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention with a car. I was pleasantly surprised to see that we were the only ones there when we arrived, which made questions a whole lot less of a problem. It was a bright blue day and the weather was meant to be clear for days, with no chance of rain making the caves too dangerous.

Ogof Ffynnon Ddu’s second entrance is quite easy to miss. When we went, the door you took to access the cave was covered in plants and weeds. Which I thought was strange. This was supposed to be one of the most popular caves to go caving in and it was covered in plants. I brushed it off thinking maybe this particular entrance just wasn’t very popular. The entrance itself though, it was quite the tight fit and I remember Jeremy joking about how he was glad he started his new diet the day before. Still, the ladder was in good condition, so we hooked up and descended into the mouth of the cave.

It was a bright day; it was about ten when we entered the cave, so the sunlight helped with the darkness for longer than I thought it would. We only turned our own lights on when we got a bit farther into the cave. By the time we hit the bottom of the ladder we were left in the caves of overwhelming darkness with just the light on our heads to illuminate the smooth cave walls around us. We could hear the small underground stream beneath our feet, and we followed it. It was an easier decent than the old ladder but much more slippery. The map i brought was damp by the time we got to the bottom of the stream.

Jeremy was messing with the stream so I took the moment to truly take the cave in. I turned my light off and I heard Jeremy do the same. There’s something about being under the earth and all you have is yourself. It’s a terrifyingly comfortable feeling. I took a breath in and all I could smell was the gentleness of the dirt and the stream. It’s a beautiful scent. Jeremy never understood why I did this, and frankly neither do I. But there’s something so freeing about opening yourself to the earth. Feeling that utter darkness, with no sound but the gently flowing river and our own breathing.

We turned our lights back on, and began to head deeper into the cave. The map we had was a bit difficult to read due to it getting damp and the irregularities in the lines, but I wasn’t to worried about it. I’m no expert on cave exploration but I can read a map pretty well. There were a few passages that weren’t on our map and some of the walls looked warped but I figured it was just the reflection of the light or passageways that didn't really go anywhere.

A lot of the passages you have to go through when caving are a tight squeeze. I mean these caves aren’t made by humans obviously, they’re made by mother nature and years of natural erosion. Humans getting through these passages were never high on the deep belows list of priorities.

Some of them are different though. Some of them barley leave you a foot to squeeze your body through. Sometimes you can’t even breathe until you make it out the other side because it’s so tight. You have to turn your head and basically pray that you don’t get stuck. This time was one of those times, If Jeremy hadn’t gone through first I would have just gone back and planned another day, but he had.

Half way through this particular squeeze, I realized that I couldn’t even move my chest to breathe, that it was far tighter than I thought it was going to be. I yelled out for Jeremy to make sure he got through to the other side, and I got no answer at all. That’s when I started panicking. I genuinely couldn’t move, I couldn’t even go back the way I came. I started hyperventilating. Was Jeremy okay? Was I going to die down here?

I felt a hand grab mine and yank me forward. Just like that, I was out. Jeremy was laughing for a moment before he saw how scared I looked. He grabbed my face and asked if I was okay, I wanted to shoot back some witty response, but by the time I had got my breathing under control again, I just gave him a weak smile and turned to continue on. Jeremy didn’t let go of my hand.

We made our way through the cave until we came to the Northern Lights. It’s a tall, long area of the cave with the side of it carved in so that it looks like the northern lights. We made quick work of getting through it and soon enough we were in the Mudlust chambers. It was absolutely beautiful, the moonmilk and mud tide marks that are absolutely stunning to look at, but this was the part that I had been dreading, this was the part that you had to use a rope for. We strapped down and it went easily. Very easily, actually, and at the time I remember getting a weird feeling, like vertigo almost. Once we made it through there we were in a small passage way with more tight squeezes. As we stood there, I felt anxious. I didn’t want to get stuck again. But there it was, before us lay the passage, Jeremy tightened his grip on my hand and he went in first, dragging me with him. Which went fine, we were making it through just fine. And when we got out on the other side, we were in a passage I didn’t recognize. There was a underground pool. I pulled out the map. We weren’t supposed to go cave diving this trip but we had the things for it. Jeremy took a look at the map and figured that if we went through here we’d pop out the other end near the entrance again. So we got ready and Jeremy slid into the water.

I had been told by a few other cave divers that you never judge the distance correctly. So you always are going to hit your head the first few times to try to break the surface. I reminded swore at myself for not telling Jeremy that but I thought he’d figure it out or swim back. I wasn’t thrilled about this unexpected detour but I hated the idea of retracing our steps more.

As I stood there alone, trying to stall for as long as I could. I tried so hard to push away the feeling of uneasiness, just trying to take in the comfort of the cave around me.

I shook the feeling off when it came time to follow Jeremy, and dived into the pool. It shouldn’t have been too far to the junction which would lead us on to the Upper Oxbow. I pressed myself through the narrow space, half swimming, half climbing, until I thought I had gone far enough, and attempted to surface. I hit my head a few times before I actually broke the surface. I swam over to where Jeremy sat, and he pulled me out.

Jeremy grabbed the now soaked map out, brushing as much of the water as he could off. He kept turning it and looking around before handing it to me. He asked if I could see where we were, and I couldn’t. Where we were had absolutely no correlation to the map. I started to panic, and I could see it on Jeremys face too. He said that we should go back the way we came, and I agreed with him, but we both agreed to wait for a bit to calm down.

It had taken longer to get this far than we had planned, so Jeremy picked what he brought and prepared to get into the water, he looked at me and asked if I wanted to go first, and I did. I just wanted to go home. So I got my stuff and jumped into the water, I felt Jeremy follow right behind me and when we emerged from the other side, we both got out of our diving gear to prepare for the trek back.

I started to squeeze my way through the passage way, and it felt even tighter this time. I heard something fall into the water which made me snap my head back towards Jeremy. He was watching me, waiting for enough space to get into the passage.

That’s when everything started to go really, really wrong.

Jeremy's light went out, which left us with just mine. I heard him swear at himself and if i could breathe I would have as well. I felt the earth around me shift though. It moved. It must have made a sound cause Jeremys face snapped towards me and that’s when it happened. The Cave collapsed from behind me. Jeremy grabbed my arm and yanked me back through the passage. The passage was completely blocked off now but the rocks didn’t stop falling. I grabbed Jeremy and went to the farthest end of the cave I could. The cave started to rapidly deteriorate, it wasn’t like anything I had ever seen. Dirt and rocks were falling all around us. Jeremy was rapidly reading the map trying to figure out something to do. I was desperately trying not to panic.

A giant piece of earth fell into the water infront of us and splashed into the water, dousing Jeremy and I. I wanted to cry. I didn’t want to die down there. Jeremy told me to wait here and he leaped into the water, presumably to find another way out. I watched him swim back to the other section and as soon as he was gone another piece of earth blocked up the entrance. I screamed. Jeremy was now stuck there. I jumped into the water and tried to move it but it wouldn’t, and the dirt falling was slowly filling up the cave. I got back on the firm ground and started clawing at the passageway, I have no idea how long I spent trying to do that but by the time I stopped the dirt was up to my waist now.

I couldn’t move, so I screamed. I screamed for Jeremy and then I heard it. I faintly heard his voice. I don't know if I imagined it or if it was him, but I could hear him shouting for me. The dirt just kept piling onto me and I could barely breathe. Earlier I said I loved the naturalness of the cave. The ever reaching darkness. I was wrong. I have never known darkness like this. I never want to know a darkness like that again. I couldn’t move, I could barely breathe.

The dirt was up to my neck now and I was starting to comptilate my death. I could hear Jeremy screaming still. I wondered if he was going through the same thing as me. I hoped he hadn’t been. I hope he was safe.

The dirt started to fill my mouth now. I started to choke, trying so desperately to not inhale it. But I couldn’t, and slowly the earth fully consumed me. I sat there, I was in so much pain. You don’t know the kind of pain the human body can truly handle until you are breathing in nature’s gift to us. I could feel it in my throat, in my mouth. The dirt filled my lungs. I was nothing but nutrition for the soil down there. I knew at that moment that, that cave was going to kill me. That I was going to become the cave.

All I could see was darkness, and every time I opened my eyes all there was, was dirt. Dirt and more dirt. I opened my mouth to scream and the dirt filled my mouth even more. You can’t cry when you're buried alive. The tears don’t come to you like they should. You just feel pain. You’re in pain and you’re alone not sure what’s going to kill you. I could breathe. It hurt so badly but I could do it. And sometimes I wished I couldn’t because I so desperately wanted to die at that moment.

I don’t know when I lost consciousness, but I did. I woke up though and for a split second I forgot where I was and this sense of relief flooded over me before it all came rushing back. I was still in the dirt. I could no longer hear Jeremy’s cries. I kept taking in these big breathes of dirt praying that it would kill me. Everything was too close and although I could, I could not truly breathe.

I tried so hard to claw my way out, but I truly couldn’t move. I passed out again and when I woke up I was in the hospital. Apparently we were down there for a week before they found us, Oliver called the police when we didn’t emerge a few hours after we said we would. They found me almost completely buried and Jeremy knocked out cold, seemingly bludgeoned with something. Everyone’s saying a rock must have fell on him, but that doesn’t seem right. We were down there for a week. I should be dead. We should be dead.

I was well cared for at the hospital. My wounds were treated and I was given food and water. There was a lot of dirt in my mouth and throat but apparently not deadly amounts. Jeremy is in a coma but they said if he wakes up, he’ll probably be okay. I haven’t gone caving since. I miss Jeremy.

#writing #creative writing #writer #writers on tumblr #they/them #writers #writerscorner #horror #writers tips #poetry

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 1 year

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After spending hours this afternoon trying to work on something only to end up:

Breaking two tools I can’t afford to replace

Injuring myself

Having made the problem I was trying to fix worse instead of better

Realizing that this happens to me most of the time

Well, I think I have been avoiding facing this far too long. I am simply utterly incompetent!

Not joking.

Sometimes I know what to do, but I lack the skill or the strength or the money for parts or…but a lot of the time I don’t know. Maybe the vague idea, but not the specifics, and my situation is always just enough off research just points me wrong.

Maybe I’m just an idiot.

What really sucks is that my father was ultra capable, and because Pop and I thought alike everyone, including me, expects me to be ultra capable too.

That’s not fair! I mean, Pop was a genius.

I mean literally a genius in the classic IQ way (IQ is bullshit though, remember that!) but also in what he could do. Tell him build a bridge without modern tools, and he’d design it, cut down the trees, run them through a belt saw mill, and construct it himself so well you could run a tank over it. He was making a submarine from scratch. Where I just daydream stories, he would design sterling engines in his head for fun.

He was so good at stuff, constantly building and making things, using every tool imaginable. He seemed skilled at everything. Construction, electronics, survival skills, actually pretty much anything but musical instruments. TBH I think that’s mostly because he expected to be good at playing without spending time. Oh, and sports. He just hated sports! LOL (and Mom LOVED sports and had been an athlete!)

Pop’s head was overflowing with stuff. Ask him about his favorite areas of science (geology, physics, climate, actually just about everything but human biology) or history or politics and he could go off on it for hours.

I miss that, us out there fiberglassing on layups that could take hours, and talking the whole time. I miss talking to someone that’s interested in everything and never having to worry about being misunderstood or losing or offending the person.

I miss his brain soooooo much! I used to call him my external hard drive. Mom was our calculator and spell check (which is AMAZING since I can neither spell nor do math in my head…and yes, she was extremely smart too), but Pop was everything else. “Hey Pop, quick question about nuclear physics….”

But this is a major source of my problem. I was his side kick. He was The Doctor and I was the companion. I was good at that. Very good. Trouble is I don’t know quarter of what he knew. I don’t have him to ask what to do or how to do it. Every single day I realize how much I took being able to talk to him for granted.

I also certainly don’t have his magnificent, big, strong hands capable of both brute force and the most delicate of detail work. My hands just fumble.

Pop and I did think alike. It never occurred to me he was all that unusual because we got each other. Heck, half the time I acted as a kind of translator when he’d get too frustrated trying to get someone to understand. **

I’d certainly have never called him a genius (and only recently discovered in old papers that he actually technically was…’cause like I said, IQ is bullshit) and TBH, it feels weird to use. I can say it now that he is dead, but to say it about the living sounds like ego stoking crap.

I just thought he was interested in everything and he cared about everything and everyone. All curiosity and intense emotions. This seemed normal.

Pop was a sweetheart and I loved him dearly, but the loss of that wondrous mind of his felt like an extra tragedy when he died. I’d lost my father, my best friend, and my boss….but the idea that that brain was gone from the world was devastating.

Only later did I realize how much I’d lost. Yes, I’d helped him with everything, but I’m not him.

Frankly, compared to Pop I’m an idiot. I flail about cluelessly. My brain doesn’t record things. Once a task is done it gets erased, and so everything I did with Pop got deleted long ago. Just vague shapes of jobs, but the skills are gone. Forgetting means I have to reinvent the wheel all the damn time.

When Pop was alive I felt we could do anything. For too long after I’ve expected myself to be able to continue that indomitability. If I just kept trying, working at it, never giving up, thinking things through, I should be able to do anything too.

But I can do nothing.

For months it has been failure after failure, my world crumbling to dust around me. Not one thing I have tried to repair or create has worked. I make things worse, break things, ruin things. even things I had a modest ability at I no longer seem able to do (just look at all my sculpting, or better yet don’t).

For the first time in my life I really feel worthless, useless, pathetic…I almost even hate myself. Of course I have no one, no friends or family left. Why would anyone be able to care about someone with nothing to offer? I can’t even coast on being cute or funny when I’m ugly and no one gets my humor.( Is it really humor if no one else laughs?)

Today’s task turning into a disaster I don’t know how to fix was like a final nail in the coffin any sense of self respect, pride, and hope that I had. If I couldn’t do this, not a simple job of fitting some beams, drilling some holes, and pounding some nails…..

I dunno. As a little girl I was good at everything I tried. Now I’m good at nothing at all….not even sleep obviously! LOL

** “It’s in my head!” **He’d mime reaching into his head and throwing it at yours** “If I could just get you to see!!!” And then I’d sigh and find the words for it since I could see it too.

#my day #rant #vent #depressed #frustrated #pop #family #father #frustration #problems #failure #i am such an idiot #rambles #venting #venting again

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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i need to hear more about this au of yours bex!!!! collabs, who else is involved, i wanna hear more if you wanna share?!!

I am more than happy to share! Alan belongs to @lucifers-horror-harem Eleanor belongs to @darkestamralime and Eve belongs to @tinymonsterlover

All my friends have very hot and fun OCs to play with. Under the cut more sex work, camming, toy use and more.

Amber started doing cam work after college. She found out about it being an option and she had to admit it sounded fun, she started it casually, just to see if she could and if the money would be good. She had a good job already, one related to her degree that covered her expenses just fine but this, camming, it was fun, way, way too fun. It scratched a certain itch, Amber exhibitionist tendencies were fully unlocked and she decided to lean into this hard.

She researches, networks, connects, makes a few friends and she invests. She invests in her streaming space, her outfits, her audience and has been at this for a few years at this point. She is well known, well loved and very, very well tipped.

Amber loves game nights the best and loves to show off. Some nights where she plays stripper are her favourites, allows people to pay to play music for her to dance to, more money the more clothing comes off, naturally. Her pole skills are ever improving, she puts a lot of effort into learning it and loves the exercise it provides. Another great night is doing full group sessions, people can pay to submit porn clips for everyone to get off together too and Amber will rate your taste.

Alan Sharpe is someone that she collabs with early on. Mr.Sharpe has some very dom/Daddy/Master/Sir focused content, he also does some straight audio content that does very well and when Amber makes a few guest appearances to help make some of the background sounds more “realistic” his stream numbers go insane. Amber has had him by a few times on hers, particularly on some “game nights”, Alan actually won during an extended game of “Edge To Edge” against Amber and she totally didn’t let him win on purpose or anything like that and he got to choose the direction of the rest of the stream that night. No one complained, least of all Amber. They have a great friendly and working relationship outside of camming.

Amber is bi as fuck and has a few lovely ladies she does collab streams with, her main two are Eleanor and Eve. With both they go really hard, coordinated outfits and fully planned scenes, toys galore and more dirty talk than anyone could ever reasonably handle. Amber is convinced if she did a stream with both at once she wouldn’t need to cam for two months from the money that they’d make. She is thinking of holding out on that for a big anniversary for her account. To go into a bit more detail, people love how even it is between her and Eleanor, there is a wonderful give and take, a very fun and light energy, like two old friends with tons of stories and banter and lots of orgasms and strap-on use. They vibe and gell super well. For Amber and Eve, people love how intense it can be, Amber loves to laugh and usually keeps it light and fun in general but Eve can bring out this really strong heavier vibe that is a great change of pace, lots of body worship too.

Now as for Freddy! It was one evening while doing a Q and A where someone asked if there was anyone else that she would stream with and she said with the right person she’d love to. She had gotten into a comfortable routine with who she’d be streaming with so far but if you wanna stay on top you always have to be open and willing to try new things. She says she is open to suggestions and the chat lights up, it’s hard to keep track until someone suggests one name and the whole chat echo’s it. Seems very familiar and she does a quick google and she has seen him around, watched (and cum) to those streams. He does some very hardcore streams, has a whole elbarote set, very BDSM focused and the streams where he invites some girl on to play with are the best ones. She teases that maybe she could be one of those lucky, lucky girls. She reaches out on a whim after the stream that night and guess who is a big, big fan of Amber’s?

Plans are made for a meet-up to check compatibility and she can hardly wait!

#More Amber cam au!#TMOMD #Amber Cottrell #Alan Sharpe #BHF asks #BHF writing #Thank you for asking for this!!!

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writing-for-life · 1 year

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I’m A NaNoWriMo Winner - But It Doesn’t Feel Like Winning

I went over the finishing line today with a bit more than 52,000 words. Supposedly, that’s a cause for celebration. And in a way, it is. I wrote those words in one month. I wrote every day, sometimes a lot, sometimes only a paragraph. I persevered.

But in perseverance also lies a conundrum, because my goal for this NaNoWriMo had mostly been to relax. I didn’t want to work on current WiPs this year, because I didn’t want any additional pressure to push ahead with something that’s already cooking, or to even finish something. That’s why I decided to write fan-fiction. No plotting in advance, total start from scratch on day one.

I have published several (mostly steamy) romance novels, all under a pen name (if I told you, I would need to kill you, because this account is specifically for no-pressure-writing, pointless stanning and general shit-posting). I have social media accounts for my pen name, and I also have social accounts under my real name, where I post scientific writing/non-fiction/work-related stuff. I felt burned out, so I didn’t want to do any of these things.

And then this happened:

The “no-pressure NaNoWriMo” really backfired.

I’m not a plotter, so I usually start wherever my fancy takes me and develop it from there. It’s a process that has always worked for me, and it works for me because I spend time on it. A lot of time. Not just four weeks.

This one was different. I started with the intention to have fun and go right in with the steamy stuff. And then my own attachment to the subject matter got in the way, because I just couldn’t write it the way I normally would. So I didn’t. There’s still ample (gratuitous) sex, but it’s a lot softer and less explicit than I normally write. I’m fine with that, but it has its own challenges, so call that obstacle one.

Obstacle two: I wanted to keep it lighthearted, but my weird writer brain didn’t agree, and it turned really dark in places. Much more serious than I had intended. Which made the whole thing feel disjointed: Serious stuff - Fluff - Serious stuff - Fuckery.

Obstacle three: I got strange ideas that I needed to research, look into, develop, start plotting out (which the pantser in me hates, but needs must). And I still have a lot of gaps and plot holes to fill so the whole thing makes sense.

I now have 52,000 words, and they are nowhere near a finished novel. Not that it has to be a finished novel, but I want to finish it. And I also don’t. Because finishing it, and developing it into something I even remotely like, will require a lot of work (like an additional 50,000 words type of work). And do I want to put that work into something I just started for fun?

I could walk away from it now, post it here or on Ao3 and not give a hoot. I know there will be people in the fandom who don’t care as long as there’s enough you-know-what (which they have to wait for a bit, since this isn’t a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am short).

But I do give a hoot, because I care about writing.

Long story short: I don’t think writing will ever be a relaxing experience for me. Why do I love it so much when it gives me so much brain pain?

#writers #the sandman #writeblr #writer problems #writers on tumblr #writing #fanfic #nanowrimo #nano22 #sandman #sandman fandom #sandman fanfiction #fanfiction #plotting #pantser #writer burnout #ao3

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I’ve had this headcanon for awhile now about Ian and Mickey starting a family and since I’m becoming more comfortable with writing, I thought I’d turn it into a fic. Enjoy!

A Life Changing Gift

“Debs, are you sure you understand what you’re offering right now?,” Ian questions, feeling a bit skeptical.

It is Debbie after all. Sometimes she’s perfectly pleasant and reasonable, other times she can be a raging bitch. But, she is his sister and he can’t imagine her offering something this monumental only to renege after they’ve gotten their hopes up. And she’s definitely mellowed out since they didn’t end up selling the house and she didn’t have to find a new place to live.

Ian and Debbie are sitting at the kitchen table in the Gallagher house. She had called him over to look at a cut Franny had gotten playing in the backyard. Wasn’t sure if it needed stitches and thought Ian could use his past medical training to check it out. In reality, it was barely a scratch. Ian should have known at that point Debbie was up to something, especially when she invited him to stay for coffee.

“Ian, I’ve been thinking a long time about this. Came up with the idea months ago but wanted to be completely sure before I said anything,” Debbie explains.

“Yeah, but, Debbie. This is fuckin’ huge. Think about how hard it’ll be on you-“

“I’ve already thought about all that shit, Ian. I’ve been through it before, you know. It’s really not that bad,” Debbie assures him.

Debbie seems sincere. Like she’s really considered every angle, every downside, upside, and in-between. He’s trying to keep his excitement reined in because he still has to convince Mickey that this is a good idea, which could be easier said than done.

“Listen,” Debbie says. “You don’t have to say anything now. Go home, talk it over with Mickey. You can even bring him over here and we can all talk about it if you want. No pressure.”

They both stand from the table and Ian goes to give her a hug.

“Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” Debbie jokes. “Thought you hated me and that we don’t do hugs anymore.” She laughs, and Ian knows she’s remembering how tense things were a year ago when she thought she’d be homeless and alone and she lashed out at all her siblings.

“Would you just fuckin’ come here?” Ian smiles warmly and holds his arms out.

She steps into his embrace and he just holds his little sister. Sometimes he still likes to imagine her as that sweet little girl that was always helping people. Always loving people, sometimes so much she would get hurt. It would kill him to see the tears in her eyes.

Sometimes, he sees glimpses of that caring little girl in the jaded woman she’s become. Like when she pretended to be the bride at his wedding; staying in the kitchen, missing the whole ceremony, just so he and Mickey could get married without any problems from the homophobes at the venue. And now, when she’s offering this selfless and life changing gift to them.

Ian whispers into her hair, hair that’s the same vibrant shade of red as his own, “I don’t even know what to say, Debs. Just… thank you.”

Debbie gives him one more big squeeze before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Now, go home and convince your husband to let me have his baby.”

———

“No fuckin’ way, NO fuckin’ way!” Mickey exclaims. “No way am I bangin’ your little sister.”

Mickey hops up on the counter, takes a long chug of the Old Style in his hand.

“Mick,” Ian sighs, leaning up against the opposite counter. “That’s not how it works. You would basically jerk off in a cup and she’d use a turkey baster, in the privacy of her own room,” he emphasizes,” to… place the sperm where they need to go.”

“Don’t you need like, a doctor or some shit to do that?” Mickey asks incredulously.

“Well, you can use a doctor but it’s expensive. This way is free,” Ian clarifies.

Mickey is clearly churning the idea around in his brain. Finally speaks.

“I thought we were just gonna like, find a fuckin’ kid that didn’t have parents or somethin’.”

“We can do that too, one day. Ya know, if we like the first one enough to do it again,” Ian says lightheartedly, slight grin, trying to calm Mickey.

Ian steps toward Mickey, placing his hips between Mickey’s knees, resting his hands on his thighs, rubbing softly.

Ian continues. “Think about it though, Mick. This baby would be us, you and me. It’s the closest we can get since we don’t exactly have the right stuff to do it on our own. He or she would have your DNA and, through Debbie, a little of mine too.”

Mickey beams at this, wraps his arms around his husband’s shoulders. “It would be kinda fun to have a little version of us runnin’ around,” Mickey admits. “You know a kid that’s part Milkovich and part Gallagher is bound to be a little shit though, right?” Mickey jokes, smiling at the thought.

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Ian quips, leaning in and planting a sweet kiss on his smiling husband’s lips.

Ian pulls back from the kiss and asks seriously, “So. Do you wanna do this?”

“Yeah. Yeah I do. What about you?” Mickey questions.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Let’s call Debs right now.”

———

“I’ve done a lot of research about this. You guys know it might not work on the first try right? Don’t want you to be frustrated or disappointed if it doesn’t work this month. Doesn’t mean it won’t ever work, but it can take a little time,” Debbie explains.

They are sitting in the Gallagher living room the day they are making their first attempt at insemination.

“Yeah, we know, Debs. Don’t worry,” Ian replies. “We’re not in a hurry.”

“Okay, good. Keeping your expectations reasonable is good,” she says. “I’ve also been tracking my basal body temperature and took an ovulation test, so today is my most fertile da-“

Mickey interrupts, “Thanks, Dr. Gallagher, but we don’t need all the gory details. Now where do I jerk off? Hey Ian, you gonna gimme a hand, man?” Mickey clicks his tongue and bounces his eyebrows playfully.

“Ugh, no gory details, right? Let’s just keep all the personal shit to ourselves okay?” Debbie requests.

“Yeah, this is already awkward enough. Don’t need to make it weirder,” Ian agrees and eyes Mickey scoldingly.

Ian and Mickey are forced to go into the bathroom because Lip and Tami live there now and their old bedroom is now Fred and the baby’s room. They’re not home but it would be uncomfortable seeing Fred’s little toddler bed, his stuffed animal collection staring at them while Mickey gets off. So, bathroom it is.

“Listen, Mickey,” Ian explains. “I’ll help, but we are keeping this clinical. Short and sweet. We can fuck at home later for fun; this needs to be done with a purpose, a goal. Debbie’s waiting.”

“Ugh, Jesus, man, why you gotta bring up Debbie? Doesn’t exactly make this process easier to think of her waiting in her room to squir-“

“Okaaayy, focus Mick,” Ian interrupts before that sentence goes any further.

Ian yanks down Mickey’s pants and gets to work. He knows exactly how Mickey likes it to make him come quickly. It works and Mickey finishes into the bulb of the turkey baster in record time.

Ian wipes off the edges and walks it to Debbie’s room, knocking on the door. She opens it just enough to stick her arm out and Ian places the bulb in her hand. Ian hears her say, “Uh, you guys can go home. I’ll text you later,” and shuts the door.

On their way back to the Westside, Ian’s phone dings. He picks it up and reads the text from Debbie out loud. “Transfer is complete.”

“What now?” Mickey asks.

“We wait,” Ian answers.

———

“It should have worked by now, right?” Mickey asks, an edge of concern in his voice. “I mean, it’s been almost 4 months. What if like, my fuckin’ swimmers don’t work or somethin’?”

Ian tries to calm Mickey down, rubbing his arm that’s slung across Ian’s belly. It’s midnight and they really should be asleep but Mickey’s spiraling over the whole surrogacy thing.

“Mick, this is normal. We knew it could take awhile. There’s no need to freak out yet,” Ian assures. “What’s all this about, anyway? All the worry.”

“Just… I know it took a long time for me to even wanna have kids. Then you had to convince me to do this shit, to be okay with Debbie carrying my baby. Fuck, that still sounds creepy as hell. But anyway, I know I wasn’t on board with everything at first, but now? Ian, I’m so fuckin’ excited to have a baby with you. To be a dad with you. It’s just hard to wait, that’s all. And then I think… what if it doesn’t happen? What if this whole plan just fuckin’ fails? Then what?”

“Then, we come up with another plan,” Ian assures. “I wanna raise kids with you too, Mickey, so fuckin’ much. I wanna give them the childhood we never got to have. I wanna take them to the beach with you, I want us to play blocks on the living room floor, and read bedtime stories together. All that shit. It’ll happen, Mickey. One way or another, we’ll make it happen.”

Ian snuggles Mickey closer, kisses him on the top of the head, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms.

They are woken up by Ian’s obnoxious ringtone at 6:00 am, well before they have to be up for work.

“Who the fuck is calling this goddamn early? Better be fuckin’ important,” Mickey grumbles while rubbing his eyes.

It’s Debbie.

“Hey, Debs!” Ian says with fake cheerfulness, still half asleep. “What’s up?”

“There’s two lines!” she screams on the other end of the phone.

“Okay?” Ian replies.

“There’s TWO lines!” she repeats, emphasizing the word two.

“I don’t know what the fuck that means, Debs. Two lines where?” Ian questions.

“On the pregnancy test, dipshit! It’s positive! I’m pregnant!” she yells.

Ian bolts upright in bed. Mickey grumbles “what the fuck” under his breath, eyes still half closed.

“Holy fuck! It’s positive?” Ian exclaims. “It worked?

Mickey’s up now too. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Debs! Thank you! I love you! I’ll call you back later!” Ian says, unable to hold in his excitement.

He hangs up the phone. Turns and looks at Mickey. “It worked. She’s pregnant,” Ian practically whispers, unable to believe it. Ian sees tears well up in Mickey’s eyes and, for only the second time Ian has ever witnessed, they spill out onto his cheeks.

———

“Damn, you look like a beached whale, Debbie,” Mickey observes.

Debbie gives him a dirty look but chooses to keep her mouth shut.

She’s a week past her due date so they are at the clinic today to make sure everything is good. Debbie is up on the table and Ian and Mickey are sitting in the two available chairs when the doctor comes in.

“Hi, Debbie! Hi, Dads!” she says cheerfully. “So we are going to measure your belly and do a quick ultrasound just to make sure your amniotic fluid looks good.” Mickey grimaces at the term “amniotic fluid”. “I’ll have her back in a jiffy, guys!” the doctor says as she whisks Debbie out of the room.

They spent the last 6 months getting everything they needed for their new baby. Tami even threw them a shower where they got clothes, bottles, a swing, a carseat, and about a billion diapers. They decorated the nursery in light gray bedding with tiny white stars. Gender neutral because they want to be surprised. They have everything ready, all they need is the baby who is taking its sweet time.

Around 20 minutes has passed when the doctor pokes her head in the door.

“Sooo, I have some news. Debbie’s water broke while we were doing her ultrasound and her contractions started coming really fast. From what I’ve been told, her first delivery was pretty quick so we’re transporting her to the hospital just down the road, just to be safe. You are welcome to head over there now. I will be delivering so I’ll see you guys there!” and her head pops out as quickly as it appeared.

Ian and Mickey just look at each other, stunned. Finally Mickey regains his senses and breaks the silence. “Well, let’s fuckin’ go!”

They finally make it to the OB floor after a couple wrong turns inside the hospital. A nurse points them to Debbie’s room and they walk in when she’s in the middle of a pretty intense contraction. Once it subsides, she greets them and informs the epidural is on its way.

Once it’s been administered and Debbie is blissfully pain free, she asks, “Do you guys want to be in the delivery room?”

They both look at each other. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” Ian replies.

“Fuck, no,” Mickey says. “I don’t wanna see that shit.”

“Mick, you don’t have to watch. We can stand up by her head. Hold her hand. Be supportive since she’s bringing our baby into this world.” Ian turns to Debbie. “Are you sure you don’t mind? We understand if you want to keep things private.”

“Ian. I gave birth to Franny on our kitchen table in front of… like, everyone. Kev saw my vagina. V saw my vagina. Fuckin’ Sean saw my vagina. Trust me, I don’t care if you two are in the room.”

Ian looks at Mickey. “Fuck… fine. We can be in there,” Mickey relents.

A nurse comes in to check Debbie and informs her she’s 100% effaced and 10cm dilated. It’s go time. Things move at a quick pace after that. More nurses come in, turning on extra lights, bringing in supplies, wheeling in the heated bassinet.

Ian and Mickey stand side by side to Debbie’s left, Ian holding her hand, while she pushes. It’s fast. She only pushes for ten minutes before they hear cries and the doctor’s holding the baby in her hands, declaring, “it’s a girl!”

The next thing they know, a nurse is throwing a clean blanket over Mickey’s chest, and another nurse walks over and places the baby, his daughter, in his arms, blood, vernix, and all. Ian expects him to be grossed out but Mickey just stares in awe at this beautiful baby. This baby that looks like him in the face, but has a head of red hair.

Ian steps up to Mickey and wraps an arm around his shoulders, placing his other under Mickey’s arms that are holding their daughter. There is not a dry eye in the room. Ian and Mickey are crying, Debbie is crying, even the doctor and nurses are crying.

The next hour or so is spent getting the baby, and Debbie, cleaned up and dressed. They take the baby and run the normal tests and give her a vitamin k shot.

Once Debbie is in a room, the nurse brings the baby in to her dads. Ian sits in the rocking chair snuggling her while she sleeps and Mickey is right next to them.

Debbie just gazes at this new little family from her spot in bed. “So,” she finally says. “What are you naming her?”

Ian and Mickey just smile at each other before Ian responds, “Debbie, meet Margaret Laura Gallagher-Milkovich. Maggie for short.”

Debbie’s eyes tear up. “You guys gave her my middle name?”

Mickey surprisingly fields this question. “We wanted her to be named after the person that’s responsible for her bein’ here. For helping’ create her for us. I know I give you a lotta shit, but I love ya, and I appreciate the fuck outta you, Debbie.”

“Aww, Mickey, I love yo-“ she begins before being interrupted.

“Don’t get fuckin’ used to it. I’m emotional today,” he snaps with feigned grumpiness. Then smiles at her.

They let Debbie snuggle her for a bit before being released by the pediatrician to take her home. Thankfully they had already installed the infant seat in their car so they were prepared.

They walk through the door of their apartment 30 minutes later. Ian sets the carrier down and picks the baby up out of it, snuggling her tiny body to his chest before passing her off to Mickey.

“I’m not sure what you were so worried about, you’re a natural, Mickey,” Ian says as he gazes at his handsome husband tenderly cradling their beautiful baby girl.

They walk over to the sofa and sit down, thinking about the whirlwind of a day. Not knowing when they got up this morning to take Debbie to the clinic that by evening, they’d be holding their daughter in their arms.

Ian wraps Mickey’s shoulders with his arm, places his hand on their swaddled baby and says, “Welcome home, Maggie Gallagher-Milkovich. Your dads love you so much.”

#gallavich fic #ian and mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #post season 11

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retro-scorpio · 3 years

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The Arcana Meets The Devildom (Part Six)

Lucio’s Relationship With The Other Obey Me Characters

Lucifer: Despite the similarity of their names, the two men are two entirely different people to the point where Lucifer really doesn’t want anything to do with Lucio (although Lucifer’s opinion of Lucio is nowhere near as bad as that of the Lucio Haters). At least with Mammon, Lucifer can trust his brother to not mess up the important things (like looking out for the other brothers when he’s not around). Lucio, meanwhile, finds Lucifer to be way too uptight for his tastes and feels like he has had a stick up his ass for far too long. Obviously, Lucio receives help from Lucifer to return home to Vesuvia, but it’s more through the relationship the Avatar of Pride has with Julian and less through Lucifer’s feelings about Lucio.

Mammon: When Lucio and Mammon are together, they are a worse duo than Asra and Solomon. At least Asra and Solomon look out for other people besides themselves from time to time (especially Luke). Lucio and Mammon, meanwhile, are a pure force of chaos who bring out the worse in each other. Never, under any circumstances, allow the Avatar of Greed and the Vesuvian count to enter a Devildom casino, for they will cause thousands of Grimm of physical and emotional damage (that Lucifer will have to pay for, much to his dismay). Mammon and Lucio are as thick as thieves, and they bond over how they’re often the scapegoat for everything that goes wrong, even if they aren’t the ones who started it or did anything wrong.

Levi: Lucio and Levi really don’t have anything to do with each other. When Lucio is over at the House, Levi is either in his room or at RAD (and based on the things Levi has heard about Lucio, the Avatar of Envy would like to keep it that way; there’s no way he can deal with two Mammons).

Satan: Satan is torn about how he feels about Lucio. On the one hand, Satan hates how Lucio leaves his room a worse mess (than it already is) every time he’s in there to attempt to help Julian and Asra with research, and Lucio is so boisterous that it’s much harder to get any reading, academic or otherwise, done. There’s also a part of Satan that, while he hates to admit it, takes Lucifer’s opinion of people very seriously, and he feels pressure to not be overly fond of Lucio as a result of Lucifer’s words about and actions towards the Vesuvian count. On the other hand, the Avatar of Wrath finds Lucio to be very fascinating. Lucio may tell tall tales about his life in Vesuvia, but tales are tales, and Satan finds them very entertaining. Plus, Satan can’t deny that Lucio has a certain charm about him that draws people to him (even if the attention isn’t always good). It’s not like Satan has a crush on Lucio, though. There’s no way a quiet man such as himself could develop feelings for someone loud and bent on destruction, right?

Asmo: Some would say that this is a perfect match, for Lucio are Asmo are both vain creatures that put themselves above all others. However, this similarity is the very thing that causes them to initially bump heads whenever they so much as meet each other’s glance. Their arguments can be boiled down to who is adored the most, and they constantly feel the need to show up one another. After a while, though, Asmo and Lucio slowly become more friendly towards each other when they realize that they are both very insecure about people’s perception of them, and they try to help each other to work through their insecurities. Eventually, they can occasionally be seen in Asmo’s room, exchanging beauty secrets.

Beel: Beel and Lucio don’t see each other a whole lot, and so they fade into each other’s background. As long as Lucio doesn’t eat any of his food, Beel’s just fine with Lucio’s presence at the House.

Belphie: Belphie’s greatly amused by Lucio’s antics, and the Avatar of Sloth may or may not instigate things with Lucio for his own amusement. It takes Lucio a while for him to realize this about the youngest demon brother, but when he does, he (oddly) begins to respect the power that Belphie has. They have been found napping together on numerous occasions, although neither one of them can remember how they ended up in the same room, much less practically on top of each other (which makes Satan blush if he is the one to find the duo napping).

Simeon: Like Satan, Simeon has a bit of a crush on Lucio. Unlike Satan, though, Simeon feels more comfortable with expressing his feelings towards the Vesuvian count. In the back of his mind, Simeon knows that Lucio isn’t the best type of partner for him to have, but there’s nothing wrong with fantasizing every now and again, right? Lucio is completely oblivious to Simeon’s feelings towards him, and Simeon’s perfectly content to keep Lucio in the dark (unlike Asmo when it came to Julian). Besides, it would seem as though Lucio has his eyes on someone else, and Simeon’s not about to get in the way of his friend and roommate’s fun.

Solomon: Out of all of the possible romantic relationships that blossom out of Julian, Asra, and Lucio’s arrival to the Devildom, no one, and I mean no one, expected Solomon and Lucio to be the first pairing to actually hook up with each other (away from the prying eyes of everyone else). It seems unlikely that Lucio would ever be attracted to someone who was as similar to Asra as Solomon is, and yet the bruises and light scratch marks all over Solomon’s neck, arm, and back tell a different story. Perhaps it’s Solomon’s brand of slyness that draws Lucio in. As for Solomon, he can’t deny that the Vesuvian count’s quite handsome, and he has left some marks of his own on Lucio’s body. Solomon knows how Simeon feels towards Lucio, and he has thought about adding the angel into the mix. However, he must be very careful not to let Asra know of any of this, for Asra would most certainly turn against him and probably curse him for hooking up with the man that took his parents away from him.

Luke: While there are no romantic feelings involved, Luke is in a similar predicament to Satan when it comes to deciding how to behave towards Lucio. Luke wants to be a good angel, and he believes that good angels don’t spend any time with the likes of Lucio unless it’s to help convert them and help them see the good of God. However, Lucio is just too entertaining for Luke to simply ignore. He does feel a bit more comfortable after he and Simeon have a talk, but there’s still a part of Luke that feels like he’s breaking the rules whenever he has (innocent) fun with Lucio. Meanwhile, Lucio treats Luke in a similar fashion to Little D.

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This is my 4x12 review - skip if you haven’t watched yet.💖

In my opinion the whole Treasure Hunt thing, had a S2 bank mystery vibe about it. Like the silly calm before the storm, again in parallel to right before when Buck was hurt.

I knew the Author jerk is alive the second I saw the actor who played it, the was not one show where he guest starred and wasn’t a jerk 😂😂

So since I did my own version of live writing, I apologize if this is a bit disorganized.

We got so much buddie bread crumbs, that eventually felt like a meal at the end of the episode so let’s start with: Both boys in sunglasses - oh WOW! 🔥🔥

Bobby sending Eddie with Chimney and Buck looking thoroughly unhappy to be separated from Eddie. They nod at each other and while Buck frowns at Chimney, Eddie crosses himself before going to get geared up.

It was a small gesture but very significant because Eddie has already crashed in a chopper (in 3x15 and watched Hen and Strand crash in the crossover) he knows what could go wrong.

Chimney’s “cheer up you can go next time” doesn’t really reassure Buck. I think a “we’ll be fine” or “I’ll keep him safe” would have calmed Buck’s nerves a lot more.

Can we discuss for a second how HOT!! Eddie looked doing the aerial rescue? I mean WOW, I watched it several times. 🥵🥵🥵

The 118 sitting together trying to figure out the riddle was funny, everyone thinking how it’s a bad idea to even consider this to be a real thing, except for Buck, of course. 😂

And while the others are already considering how freaking horrible the rest of their shift is going to be like, because it’s all over the news thanks to Taylor Kelly’s story.

Eddie called Taylor - Buck’s “girlfriend”, but we don’t see his face, we do get to see it, when Buck stresses (for what feels like the millionth time from the sigh and tone of his voice) that she is his friend not his girlfriend.

Eddie’s “Yeah, sure, right.” face is priceless!!😂😂

Buck and Taylor plotting together again, is always hilarious, those two are disaster magnets, it makes for good fun. What bothered me was that Buck offered Taylor to pair up, but re-watching, everybody’s reaction didn’t exactly originally encouraged a teaming up vibe.

However the problem with human nature is - everyone love to obsess over riddles. 😉😉

Eddie jumping through the window into the fire truck? epic!

Eddie did suggest to team up to Buck and I love that even after Buck told him he’s working with Taylor, the look on Eddie’s face melted Buck almost immediately and had him suggesting Eddie joins the two of them. 🥰🥰

The scene in Buck’s apartment, with the three of them Eddie is right between Taylor and Buck in the shot and kind of “talking to himself” was so funny. - Gave me a BBC Sherlock scene between Irene Adler, Sherlock and John.

The way Martin Freeman stole the scene just by dropping small comments. I gotta give it to Eddie, out of all of everything in that scene, Ryan performance is what I’m going to remember. - Acting choices were made all throughout this episode by both Oliver and Ryan.

Also can we talk about the fact that Eddie is now stating little bits of knowledge like Buck now - “I can know weird stuff too” from 4x03 is so haunting me, these boys have totally rubbed off each other. (get your minds out of the gutters... for now anyway 😉)

I love how Eddie and Buck sit down and scratch, just thinking about the fire ants 😂😂

Buck being lowered into the septic tank - notice, Eddie is the one handling the rope, again, his expression worried while Buck is still down there, especially after having to drop him into the water.

I have noticed that Bobby sent Eddie up in the chopper, but is reluctant to send him under ground still 😉🙃

Buck’s “come on” when Eddie and Bobby made a face and walked away from the stench was so funny. Also super adorable on Buck’s part.

I love how Taylor keeps shutting Buck down, it’s amusing to watch now that I know how the episode ends.

Athena being done with idiots the entire episode was hilarious! Angela is a queen!

I loved that 9-1-1 dispatchers were running a bet of places where the treasure may be. (Josh’s “Who thought that was a good idea?” and someone shouting “not it!” had me in stitches 😂😂)

Let’s take a break from buddie for a second:

Hen and Chimney joining the race and Bobby trying to hide his research from Athena was so funny, I mean, she is a police sergeant, there was no way she wouldn’t figure him out.

Bobby planning a future together, a life after the job, and Athena shutting him down. I do think this is what will come between them eventually. Athena making a unilateral decision, without considering even talking about a future with Bobby that doesn’t revolve around them working until they’re either forced out or buried six feet under ground.

I find it interesting because it’s usually the other way around, my mom has been working on my dad to retire for years now so they can travel before both of them are too old to do it. So I kinda get where Bobby’s coming from.

In parallel though, Athena making the unilateral decision like Eddie did when he re-enlisted in 3x15. I do hope Bobby and Athena manage to work things out, I love them together.

Back to the hunt:

Of course Athena worked out where the treasure is, Karen built an algorithm, and Taylor apparently helping Buck and Eddie figure it out bringing all three teams together.

Athena looking to Buck and Eddie asking them if they seriously brought their gear with them and Eddie pointing at Hen and Chimney to divert the attention from them about their med-kits. - like children trying to justify themselves to their parents. 😂😂😂

Wasting time negotiating about the money was hilarious, especially with Taylor in the chopper hovering over them lmao.

And then there was probie - Jesus! I laughed so much. 😂🤦‍♂️

Also Buck’s “I’m not doing anymore math”, as a reference to “she taught me math”, Buck’s not doing that shit. He calculated enough for one day and he is done! 😂

I do like that Oli and Ryan’s marks are closer together again ❣❣❣

Eddie: “We didn’t kill him” Buck: “We just wanted to” Bobby’s “Shut up” face killed me.

Probie selling them out “I don’t know these ppl.” You don’t say shit like this as a probie 😂😂😂

Also Rick saying “I didn’t actually think it was” and I'm just enjoying the moment, was awesome. I like it when he shows up in episodes, he and Athena make a good and amusing team.

Back to buddie bread crumbs:

Everyone in Bathena’s house, including Taylor, who took the place next to buck, leaving Eddie to sit directly in front of Taylor and next to Chimney. - The “At this point I don’t trust anyone.” cuts to Eddie’s face, that looked as if he’s saying “Seriously dude? hurtful” - The fact that Buck stopped and met Eddie’s reproachful gaze even though they are not directly in front of each other says so much!

Also the “Stop for a second and think about what you said.” looks from Chimney and the others are very meaningful. (#everybody knows 😉) Buck sticking his foot in his mouth and him backtracking are shot directly from Eddie’s perspective. - hmm, I wonder why…? 🧐🧐

And to complete the meal:

Taylor placing Buck directly in the Friend-Zone category, was genius. And while Buck and Taylor have a fun energy together it never really felt romantically oriented. Also I have a certain feeling that seeing Buck and Eddie interact, at Buck’s place and at Bathena’s house and not for the first time either, she knows it will not work between her and Buck.

Buck, trying to feel something more for her, even if in a gentler and way sweeter way than the cursed ship I will not name, it feels forced on his end too - and Taylor lets him off the hook in a gentle way too, I like her for that even more.

I really hope we keep seeing Taylor in a friend capacity for Buck, I think it’s good for him to have support and someone to talk to outside the 118. And I will absolutely worship Taylor if she will be the buddie catalyst, I mean Megan does ship buddie too, it will only be appropriate 😉💖

The episode in itself was pretty nice, I would have probably enjoyed it more if I watched it before LS who absolutely kicked me in the feels today. But I do know that just like 9-1-1 2x15 I’ll go back and watch it like a million times because it is a fun episode to pass the time, and the buddie crumbs were delicious.

The promo kicked me in the feels too, I will not discuss it here right now, but I do hope that that last part won’t be a cliff hanger and we’ll have to wait an entire week for the rest, two weeks of frayed nerves are a LOT to suffer through 🙈

Sending big hugs out there to whomever needs it 🤗🤗🤗

#9-1-1 4x12 #118 firefam #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #the buddie crumbs were yummi #i want more of those #everybody knows #bathena #Henrietta Wilson #chimney han #taylor kelly #love her for friend zoning buck #now somebody get rid of the other pesky LI #i don't usually say this but #jealous!eddie #was everything #can't wait for the next episode #someone sedate me

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Fuck Indeed - Pt. 3/4

OnlyFans - Geraskier AU

Previous - AO3

CW (for whole story- Although this chapter is smutless!): 18+ only, anal sex, masturbation, exhibition kink, sex work, rimming, sex toys, talks of blow jobs, Geralt bottoms but it’s mentioned they switch, biting (but no blood), Jaskier wearing lingerie and makeup.

It was three months into Jaskier’s new job online and it was going well! He’d gained more subscribers than he’d ever thought was possible, and quickly too. He was proud of himself, if one was allowed to be proud about wanking in front of a camera, although he couldn’t help the niggle of doubt in the back of his mind. That annoying little voice that told him he wasn’t allowed to have that many subscribers and that he was a fraud. One day he’d wake up and they’d all be gone, but every morning he woke up and there were just…. more?

It was utter nonsense, but he was having the best time!

The White Wolf was still a favourite of his, and his videos were just getting better and better, which just wasn’t fair. Jaskier’s heart just couldn’t take it, and his dick wasn’t doing much better. Wolf was often the, umm, inspiration for Jaskier’s videos, which was blurring some lines that really shouldn’t be blurred.

Jaskier thought back to Wolf’s bottoming video. At one point it had sounded like he almost said “Dandelion” before the word was muffled by his hand. Jaskier must have watched that video a hundred times, before he’d told himself he was being silly. Yes, Wolf was also subscribed to his channel but they’d never spoken. Jaskier had thought about DMing him a couple of times, perhaps if they were local then they could film a video together.

It was nothing but a pipe dream, and it would never happen.

And anyway, tonight wasn’t about that. He had a gig! Like an actual, using a guitar not a dildo, gig. It wasn’t much, he wouldn’t even be getting paid. Ok so it was less of a gig, and more of an open mic night… but he was excited! It would be good to play again, to have an audience he could actually see.

He stepped into the bar, stinking of sweat and booze as they so often did, and he grinned. He loved bars, they were grimy in the best way! The atmosphere was just brilliant. You couldn’t get it anywhere else, and these were real people with real stories to tell. It was what kept him coming back. Honestly, the songs he’d written just from listening to people in these godforsaken places. It was a gold mine.

Last week, for example, he’d met a rather terrifying, gorgeous woman. She’d had violet eyes and smelled like lilac and gooseberries, with long raven black hair that fell down her back. She looked like something out of a fantasy game, Skyrim or the likes, so naturally Jaskier had strolled right up to her to get the details. She’d been utterly fascinating, a biting wit to match his own and he’d practically run home to write a song about her, well… after he’d been told that there was absolutely no chance in hell that they would sleep together, but one couldn’t blame him for trying.

He grinned, perhaps she would be here again tonight. He enjoyed a good flirt and she’d been fun to hang out with after his performance. She’d also had excellent taste in wine.

“Jaskier,” a silky smooth voice called and he spun round, gripping the straps of his guitar case.

“Yennefer,” he greeted “I wasn’t expecting to see you here again.”

Yennefer snorted. “I’m not here for you, buttercup. My friend, however…” she nodded to a booth to Jaskier’s left.

He frowned and followed his gaze. His jaw dropped when he saw the shock of silver hair. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

But it couldn’t possibly be him. No. No, no, no. Jaskier was just a little infatuated, seeing him in places where he simply wasn’t. He was sure lots of people had long silver hair and were built like fucking gods.

“Problem?” Yennefer asked, smirking at him, and fuck it was like she could read his fucking mind.

“Oh ho, no… no problem. There’s no problem. I just… I thought I recognised him, but I’m mistaken,” Jaskier rambled, tapping out fingerings on his guitar strap to try and calm himself down.

Shit.

Did he have a Pavlovian response to silver hair now?

No. It was more than that, it was in the way he was built, the line of his jaw. “What’s his name?” Jaskier asked, aiming for nonchalance but failing miserably.

“Ask him yourself,” Yennefer said with a laugh and then went off to the bar, leaving Jaskier alone in the middle of the room with just his guitar for company.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Come on, Jask,” he muttered. “It’s not him, get over it.”

He nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet a couple of times before heading over to the stage instead. He was being a coward, but he needed a drink first and his performance was scheduled soon. If he played well, he’d get a drink on the house and he really could do with that right now, although his wallet wasn’t quite as empty as it once was.

He channeled his nerves into his performance, using that energy to pour his soul into every note. The audience were entranced, he could feel it, pride bubbling up in his chest, he was able to open his eyes and bask in the attention, letting the music flow from him like a river into the sea. His gaze drifted over to the booth where Yennefer’s friend had been sitting but it was empty.

His voice wavered slightly as he bit back the disappointment.

Fuck, another missed opportunity. He tore his gaze away and smiled at his audience, winking at a pretty blonde by the bar, and then smirking at Yennefer. She had her arms around a gorgeous brunette, almost a tall as he was, wearing red flannel and black jeans.

And then he saw him.

Standing right at the corner of the stage.

It was Wolf, it had to be. Jaskier knew those lips. He knew that jaw. He knew the soft wave of his hair. He almost dropped his guitar and he forgot to sing for a couple of beats but he was a professional, sort of, and managed to pick it up to finish the last few lines of the song. He quickly thanked the crowd, dropping his head in a barely visible bow and then he jumped off the stage. He grabbed Wolf’s arm and started to pull him back to the more isolated booth at the back of the bar.

“Get off!” Wolf growled in that low sexy voice that had Jaskier’s heart thumping in his chest.

“The booth is more private, Wolf,” Jaskier snapped back. “Or do you want the whole bar to know?”

That shut him up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. He should have known that Wolf was a man of very little words, he barely spoke to the camera when he was being paid to perform, why would he bother free of charge. “Eloquent as always, darling.”

Wolf stiffened at that word, skidding to a halt. Jaskier turned around, both hands on his hips. “Wolf, please, let us have a little privacy.”

“Right, yes,” he mumbled, and was he blushing?

Jaskier smirked and then licked his lips, he supposed he did use that particular term of endearment in his videos quite a lot… and Wolf did watch his videos. Jaskier filed that information away for later, perhaps his dream of a collaboration could actually become a reality. He willed that glow of hope to go away. He didn’t want to set himself up for disappointment, but fuck… Wolf was even prettier in real life.

Were his eyes honestly that golden, or was it just a trick of the light?

Jaskier could write sonnets about those eyes, like honey, like molten gold, gorgeous amber eyes…

Oh fuck… perhaps it was a little more than an infatuation. He had always fallen in love a little quickly, but this was really taking the biscuit. Wolf grunted as he fell into his seat. Jaskier slid in opposite him, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands.

“You watch my videos,” he purred, his eyes dropping to Wolf’s lips.

“It’s research,” Wolf growled.

Jaskier laughed, “Oh really?”

“Yes.”

“So that’s why you were watching my performance so intently?” Jaskier asked, tilting his head.

“You have more subscribers than I do,” Wolf leant in, in a way that was probably supposed to be threatening but Jaskier… well… he was getting hard already. It probably didn’t help that he’d seen this man cum in so many ways already. “Do you know how frustrating that is? I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and then you just swan in looking all pretty.”

Jaskier frowned. Wolf seemed angry at him? Of all the things he’d imagined… this hadn’t been one of them. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back at little. “Well I’d have one less if you unsubscribed,” he muttered, the words sounding bitter on his tongue. “Fuck you, Wolf.”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“My name. Is Geralt,” Geralt growled. “Not Wolf.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “You do know I watch your videos?” Geralt nodded. “And you don’t even show us your quite frankly gorgeous face?”

“So?”

“Is Geralt your real name?” Jaskier said, biting his lip, not sure whether he was flirting or just anxious. It was probably both.

“Fuck.”

“I’m Jaskier,” Jaskier said softly, a peace offering of sorts “A name for a name?”

“Jaskier?” Geralt snorted.

“Oh fine!” Jaskier through his hands up. “You got me, it’s Julian, but no one calls me that. So Jaskier is my name, Dandelion is my stage name.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier pouted and leant back forward onto the table, catching a lock of Geralt’s hair in his fingers. “I recognised your hair first, it’s really quite unique.”

“Don’t touch me,” Geralt grumbled but didn’t move away, face still flushed.

“Are you really mad that I have more subscribers?” Jaskier asked, licking his lips as he dropped his hand away from Geralt’s hair. “Perhaps I could help?”

Geralt narrowed his eyes at him. “How?”

“Well, individually we are good, right?” Geralt nodded. “So together… we could be unstoppable.”

He watched Geralt’s face carefully as he processed Jaskier’s suggestion. At one point Geralt seemed like he was about to decline, and Jaskier steeled himself, ready for rejection, but it never came. “Alright.”

Jaskier sat back, surprised by his success. “Wait, what? Really?”

“It’s a good idea.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a fantastic idea! but I didn’t think you’d agree. Honestly, I was just hoping for a quickie in the bathroom at the very least,” Jaskier admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t like losing.”  “Right, yes well… Do you want my number? Easier to umm.. well. You know, organise this…” he gestured between them.

Holy mother of fuck, they were actually doing this. Jaskier was actually doing this… and Geralt, his Wolf, had agreed. Now Jaskier just had to keep his pesky feelings in check and everything would be Dandy!

Fuck.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier smut #the witcher fanfiction #onlyfans au #wolfie's witcher writing

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everyothermouse · 3 years

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A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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This is part two of a hella big post. Check out part one here. These are all a lot more recent, so I'm gonna try to be less spoilery, but there are gonna be some.

A not-so-brief history of Hawkeye in Comics Part Two (spoilers below the cut)

A note on events, dying and doubling down on Hawkeyes

Comics love doing big events, and I'm not covering them in here. Partly because they are huge and complex and to just focus on Hawkeye would be an injustice to the stories, but also because the amount of stuff I would need to spoil would be way beyond just a little Hawkeye. Clint was involved in Secret Wars (1984), which was one of the first crossover events of its kind. Another notable era is 2004-2009, where there is an incredible amount of superhero politics driving big narratives. If you're new to comics, you might not know that characters dying is common and rarely permanent. This is relevant because while I said that I wouldn't talk about events, I think it would be pretty uncool to not mention that Hawkeye dies and is brought back to life (Avengers Disassembled, House of M, New Avengers #26). It's around here that Clint picks up the Ronin mantle.

This is also when Dark Reign/Dark Avengers is going on. For anyone who'd like some Clint whump from this era, there's a top notch naked torture scene in New Avengers Annual (2009). Clint is involved in several other big events and crossovers over later years, but that's definitely a seperate list.

In the time where Clint is dead, Captain America is hanging out with a group of newly formed Young Avengers, including archery badass Kate Bishop. Cap suggests to her that she take up the Hawkeye mantle and gives her Clint's old bow. After Clint returns, he becomes initially her mentor, before they form a very close friendship. Clint is initially doing Ronin things, but even when he lays down ninja robes, they decide to be very Hawkeye about the whole thing and both keep calling themselves Hawkeye, despite the obvious confusion this causes.

Hawkeye's ears: Hawkeye vs. Deadpool #0-4 (2014)

This is a fun little miniseries that you could treat as a Halloween special if you so desired. It's set in the time after Fraction's run and there are a few callbacks, but nothing major if you've not read that. Clint is a little short-tempered and hypermasculine in this run for my personal taste, but it's got lots of grumpy Clint Vs sassy Wade while they vaguely attempt to team up. The thing this run does really well is Clint's deafness, despite the lack of visible hearing aids. There are comments around lip-reading, wearing aids when wearing other headgear, there's some sign language, and this is the run where Deadpool pulls his mask up so Clint can lipread and see his face while he signs (facial expressions are really key in sign language). It's lovely. Otherwise the run gives you a Kate cameo, some Deadpool and Hawkeye disaster/shenanigans, and perhaps most importantly, the return of the skycycle.

Key background: All New Hawkeye #1-6 (2015)

This run is often overlooked, but the art in the flashbacks is beautiful. We get some key information around Clint and Barney's abusive home situation - with their dad who drank and beat them, and how they ended up in care after their parents died, and subsequently their early days in the circus. There is a definite shift in how Barney is characterized as a bad influence compared to the 2003 run. It parallels with the rest of the arc which focuses on Clint and Kate Bishop working together to get some kids out of a very bad situation. The rest of Lemires run is a little weird and has no major repurcussions for anyone except Barney (which I won't elaborate on because it's relevant to the Fraction run).

Back to your roots: Tales of Suspense #100-104 (2017)

Seeing Clint cycle back and return to Tales of Suspense is really lovely. This comic is one of my all time favourites. It's incredibly tight story-telling with a great plot and really fun dynamic. The premise is Clint and Bucky teaming up to figure out the body trail being left after Black Widow's death. Clint is obnoxious and a delightful mess, Bucky is sporting a permanent scowl and is hilariously level-headed. It's a lot of fun and it's a lovely build on the tension and teamwork between these two idiots (who I, as an avid Winterhawk shipper, am completely gone for, but even without that, this is a great comic.) It also has some killer covers, and the facial expressions are absolutely hilarious.

Hawkeyes together: Hawkeye #13-16 (2017) and West Coast Avengers #1-10 (2018)

The Hawkeye run is Kate Bishops run and it has a larger continuing storyline that runs from the beginning of her Hawkeye and way into WCA, but I've listed the issues that you'll want for Kate and Clint shenanigans, and you should be able to catch up without the rest if you don't want it. These comics are ridiculously fun, especially West Coast Avengers, which has Kate leading the team this time. There's loads of jokes, and it strikes a nice balance between Hawkeyes being disasters and being hyper competent. Truthfully, this is Kate's show, and Clint takes a backseat, but their dynamic is killer here so I think is deserves a mention. There are also plenty of Clint related wardrobe malfunctions and Lucky the Pizza Dog is around.

Our most recent boy: Hawkeye freefall #1-6 (2020)

I haven't read this one yet, but it's been extremely well received by the fandom. As a result, good news: no spoilers! It's a short run, which may have had something to do with it being published during 2020, and specifically around a time when Marvel were experiencing some major distribution issues (which would have led to digital release only and as a result lower sales), but that's all guesswork because I haven't actually researched it. This run has someone dressing as Ronin and letting Clint take the blame for their nefarious deeds (oh no!). Clint makes some classic Clint (read: dumpster fire) decisions, and the art looks fun and vibrant. Can't really give you more without reading it myself 😅 If you need more Clint still, he's also rumoured to be knocking around in the 2020 Black Widow run, but I've not had the money to get my mitts on that yet either.

Notable AUs:

Marvel is a big fan of throwing a well known cast into an alternative universes, so there are a few other places to look for him.

The Ultimates universe was largely speaking a bit of a shitshow, but they did give us a very dark and gritty Clint, so if that's your jam, ultimate hawkeye is the place to be. Old Man Hawkeye appears alongside Old Man Logan, and they are both, you guessed it, old. It's not the only time we get Clint as a wrinkly dude (the second half Lemire's run also has some timey-wimey stuff happening), but this is a version of Clint who is going blind (granted we've seen that before too, but this is a darker vibe than Blindspot). Wanna know who the greatest marksman is without his sight - old man Hawkeye for you! Finally there's the Zombie 'verse: zombie Clint is a little confused, but he's got the spirit. Clint got zombiefied and then left in some rubble as only a head for 40 years before getting picked up, so he's a little worse for wear. If you need that in your life then Marvel Zombies is your universe. For a full rundown of all the universes including animated and MCU, click here.

Notable aliases:

Clint's been a few other people than Hawkeye in the 616 universe (the main Marvel Comics universe). He used one of Hank Pyms growth serums and became a giant strongman in Avengers #63 (1969) and stuck around in his Goliath form for more than a few issues. After Cap had died, Clint returned from the dead and tried on Captain America for all of one issue in Fallen Son #3 (2007). He decided (with a little help from Kate) that it wasn't right to wear the uniform, which in turn led to some interesting tension between him and Bucky Barnes when Buck did become the new Captain America. Finally, there's his most well-known alternate persona: Ronin. Clint becomes Ronin after returning from the dead, wanting a break from his Hawkeye persona and an opportunity to become Ronin arises in New Avengers #27 (2007). Clint is not the only person to have used these aliases. Additionally, Hawkeye has been used not only by Clint and Kate Bishop, but also by Bullseye during the Dark Reign.

The things we haven't talked about

Like I said at the very beginning, there is a lot of Clint Barton knocking around in comics and even with all this there's a lot of content I haven't focused on. For instance, I've not talked a lot about his relationships, beyond his marriage to mockingbird (and really I only scratched the surface with that), and honestly once you start getting into interpersonal relationships we're starting to move on from what can be done in a Tumblr thread.

There are also some topic specific threads floating around, which you might like to look at too.

@vaguelyrotten has done a run down of some great dumpster fire Clint Barton comics (some of which I haven't listed) and you can see that here.

@bobbimorses did a great summary of Clint's historical deafness for instance which you can find here.

There's also this little bit all about Clint and Bucky in canon (thanks to @nightwideopen ) and how Winterhawk became a thing (thanks to @1000-directions )

This is slight sidenote, but @clintscoffeepot did a really great comprehensive of Fraction Clint's apartment which is just a really useful writing resource and you can get that here.

There is also this website which I stumbled across fairly far into writing this post which does actually look like it might be comprehensive.

If I've missed anything major, or listed something incorrectly or you just have some Clint related opinions that I need to know about, do hit me up.

#clint barton #Hawkeye #hawkeye comics #hawkguy and other costumes #deaf hawkeye #comic #comic books #marvel comics #let's talk about comics

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electricshoebox · 3 years

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writing tag

Tagged by the lovely @adventuresofmeghatron, thank you!

Tagging: @junemermaid, @molliehaswords, @desynchimminent, @valkyriejack, and @mercurymiscellany, if you’d like to do it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

39. Holy shit.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

533,274 words. Holy shit.

3. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

How to Share a Bed Without Killing Each Other: a Love Story (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, 5 Chapters, Complete) The trials and tribulations of literally sleeping together.

Rivers in the Sand (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) The Hissing Wastes unsettles Bull’s memories, and when he and Dorian are trapped together by a fallen pillar, Dorian helps him deal.

a soft place to land (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) When a letter from his father sets him off, Dorian turns to Bull for a distraction.

Always Good at Bad Ideas (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) Bull gets injured fighting a dragon, which leaves Dorian frantic enough to blurt out the one thing he was trying to keep to himself.

Flashpoint (Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dorian/Iron Bull, Oneshot, Complete) “One time he got so excited he set the curtains on fire.”

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! I’ve seen various opinions on whether authors should, but to me, engaging with and getting excited with readers is half the fun and half the point. I also just really want people to know how much it means to me not only that they read, but that they take the time to leave a comment. Comments are hard to write. I completely sympathize with that, sometimes you just don’t know what to say or how to say it, and I absolutely don’t begrudge anyone that doesn’t. It just means a lot to me when people do, even when it’s literally just “This was cool!” or something, and I want them to know that it’s appreciated!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. I guess that sort of depends on your definition of angsty. None of them have directly tragic endings, it’s just not in me to write that way, but I have one or two with open or less definitely, obviously happy endings. The rarepair DA2 oneshot I wrote for Merrill/Orana, Counting the Cost, has the most open ending, left completely up to interpretation. The Inception AU DAI fic I wrote for Dorian/Bull, In the Shadow of Dreams, has what I think of as an optimistic ending, and less a happy one. I tried to end that one with more romance, but it just didn’t fit the tone of the rest of the fic, so a quiet ending that signals a road to recovery was what I chose instead.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most all of my oneshots have pretty happy endings. I guess I’m tempted say A Line in the Sand, my Deacon/MacCready start-from-scratch slow burn novel, just because it goes from antagonists to lovers and has the longest road with the most earned happy ending. I feel like the long struggle to get there makes it feel happier.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. Instead I’m sometimes tempted into AUs based on other media, but not full blown crossovers with actual different characters meeting. Even then, I’m really picky in what I enjoy. I’ve only written one, the Inception AU for Dragon Age that I mentioned above. Honestly, it requires no knowledge of Inception at all. I really just stole a bunch of concepts from it and then made my own modernized Thedas around them.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I’ve received one or two kind of odd comments, but otherwise I’ve been very lucky and everyone’s been really nice.

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

Hell yeah! I’ve written many kinds, really, whatever I feel like or whatever fits the fic. I’ve done plenty of your typical smut. I branched out into light BDSM with several of my Dorian/Bull fics, as well as waxplay and praise kink. I’ve also done some roleplay in the vein of “established relationship pretending to be strangers meeting at a bar” for Deacon/MacCready with By Any Other Name.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Two of my Dorian/Bull fics, Wishing Stars and No Patron Saint of Silent Restraint, both by the same lovely person: landanding on AO3. I don’t think I stopped flailing for a solid day when I got the request for permission either time.

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

Not since pre-AO3 days, beyond collaborating in a tabletop setting. I’m not completely opposed to the idea but it would have to be someone I felt really, really comfortable with and with whom I have really good communication. I’m really particular about my writing, and I’d need to know someone’s emotional comfort level with trading and changing and even eliminating ideas.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh god that’s honestly really hard. I’ve written the most for Dorian/Bull and that ship will always have a special place in my heart. But I did write my first full-length novel for Deacon/MacCready, and they’ve already got me in the middle of my second. So they’re the ship that taught me I could do that, and they’re my beloved rarepair. There are a few more I absolutely love, but I think those are my top two right now.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Definitely Uprising. It was the first time I tried longform fic, and it was meant to be an entire retelling of DA2 with Velanna as the Justice-bearing character, rather than Anders, because after learning the developers almost took DA2 in that direction, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I had a lot of plans for it, for how Justice might develop differently, for what it might have looked like if elves had been more of the battleground issue instead of mages vs. templars, for some angsty bittersweet long distance Nathaniel/Velanna and some complicated Fenris/Hawke and Merrill/Orana. But I drifted away from Dragon Age fandom in interest a long time ago, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the steam back for it. I’m proud of how far I did get, though.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I feel pretty confident with dialogue, I can usually make a scene flow with it pretty well and I spend a lot of time trying to be meticulous about character voice. I’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback on my descriptions, which I appreciate and wouldn’t have considered a strength, but my readers have been kind. I think I’m pretty good at including body language, too, though maybe to a fault.

16. What are you writing weaknesses?

Much as people have been kind on the feedback, I really feel like action scenes are a weakness for me. I don’t enjoy writing them and I struggle a lot to make them feel like they’re flowing over just bulletpointing. I also feel like I struggle to make them exciting. I feel like I struggle with exposition scenes as well, and keeping them interesting over info-dumping.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m generally in favor of including them, but with the caution of doing thorough research if it’s not a language I speak. I shy away from it if I can’t be completely sure it’s accurate, because I don’t want to risk putting off a native speaker reader, or saying/doing something offensive. I’d expand that to include anything about another culture, really. For example, I’ve been slowly picking away at writing a Fallout fic for my Sole Survivor Anthony and Preston, and part of what has been slow going is just making sure I’m getting Anthony’s culture right. His parents immigrated from Vietnam, and I want his experiences with them and with his culture to be as accurate and respectful as possible, not falling into any stereotypes but also being allowed to be complicated.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Depends on what we’re measuring. The first fandom I ever wrote fic for of any kind was Sailor Moon. The first fandom I actually put fic on the internet for was Lord of the Rings, on good old fanfiction.net. The first fandom I published on AO3 for was Dragon Age.

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

God this is such a hard question to answer, my feelings on my writing change so often. I think it’s hard for A Line in the Sand not to be my favorite for the reasons I’ve already mentioned, it’s my first successful novel-length fic, I accomplished a lot with it and learned a lot from it, and it’s a rarepair I got to kind of develop from scratch in my own way.

But if I look back at my whole repertoire so far, just to branch out from the usual answer, I’d say I’m also really fond of To Have and to Hold, which was the first time I ever participated in a minibang, or really any kind of writing challenge. It’s a Dorian/Bull established relationship fic set during Trespasser, and it’s kind of a meditation on Dorian’s past and present and how they’ve shaped his feelings on love and commitment and marriage, all while he’s trying to decide his future. I’m proud of how it came out, and I think my Dorian voice still holds up okay. Plus I had two incredible artists working with me who put together stunning work for it, and how could I not be super grateful for that?

It’s funny, most of the top ones up there for kudos are ones that I don’t personally think are my best, it’s a lot of my very early offerings for Dorian/Bull that I think I could improve on a lot of if I tackled them now. I’m grateful people like them but I feel like they’re more an accident of timing, being published early in the ship’s popularity.

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pastelfeatheredmask · 3 years

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fanfic writer question game! tagged by @granny-griffin

Names: Pastel, my writing pseud is FeatheredMask (and we don't talk about my old usernames)

Fandoms: BNHA is my current brainrot with a dash of KNY, but I wrote for ML and BSD when I was into those. Got a couple small fandom interests on the side. I've been roleplaying Hetalia for some years, but haven't written much for it.

Where You Post: Ao3. I used to post to FFN, but transitioned over to Ao3 some years ago for a new page in my writing journey. I got told on FFN to take my gore fic elsewhere, and, well, I did.

Most Popular Oneshot (by kudos): Hanahaki Folk Remedy - I've always wanted to write hanahaki, but I'm not a fan of pining and my love always veers queerplatonic rather than romantic. I was inspired by some people in NWA talking about non-romantic hanahaki, and I wrote this pretty fast to achieve my dream of writing hanahaki for once.

Most Popular Multichapter (by kudos): An Explosion of Gold to Fill the Cracks - oh lordy, it's my blind!Katsuki longfic! This was my first BNHA fic, and it started off as some good ol' self-indulgent torture nonsense, and moved quickly to Katsuki being a BAMF. I was so inspired after watching seasons 1+2 of BNHA that I wanted to get right to writing something. Nobody told me that Katsuki gets kidnapped in season 3 until AFTER I had written a couple chapters of this. My chronic illness was flaring when I wrote most of this, and I couldn't really do much more than sit around and write, so yeah.

Favorite Story I’ve Written: Sakura Trees Blossom Every Year - my fae fic! I really loved weaving in all the magical elements, had a lot of fun making so many characters fae, and the training camp arc was an absolute joy to come up with and write! All the scenes around Setsuna's death and bringing her body back to camp -- oh god I made myself love Setsuna!

Fic You Were Nervous To Post: cleaning a blank gravestone - reincarnated!Oboro. DID/OSDD is a kind of a touchy, controversial subject. I'm not writing it from a stereotypical view or even a research-heavy psychology standpoint. It's mostly my own experiences, a smattering of research, and a touch of magical fantasy. I always worry that it's not accurate enough or that someone will get offended by the portrayal of DID/OSDD, especially in the chapters I've been working on recently, where I've been writing with more of a horror tone. This fic has become very personal to me as I navigate my own plurality through it, and the research/planning for it is actively triggering something in my head to fight me, so all that makes me more and more nervous about the reception to each new chapter.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I'll pick a few words or a concept from the first few chapters I've already written and start bouncing ideas around. I'll make a whole list of potential titles around one or two things I absolutely want to be part of the title, and I'll pick one from those. Sometimes I'll just slap on a song lyric without much thought and then busy my head in my hands when I realize it's stuck there.

Do You Outline? So much. So many bullet points.

Complete: Book 1: Sakura Trees Blossom Every Year, Feed, Forfeit Every Drop, Promised Future, Test Flight, Please Wake Up, and some older stuff.

In Progress: UHHHHHHHH

Coming Soon: Working on the next chapters of Holding Beautiful Things In Phantom Hands, ch2 of Swim in Starry Skies, ch11 or Wicked World, ch20 of cleaning a blank gravestone! probably gonna post ch3 of Holding Beautiful Things later

Not Started: So, for outlined and have a few hundred words written but nothing's posted, I have an izukacchako dragon rider au, izukacchako mermay, Good Parent Overhaul, Izuku-Katsuki quirk swap, vigi!Izuku with OFA!Ochaco, Midnight in HP-verse, and OFA!Oboro

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: my Oboro fics tbh. Swim in Starry Skies is really scratching the itch to write my space au and fin folk, and I can't wait for the reveals in blank gravestone that are coming up. I've been foreshadowing them, but I really hope they're still good surprises! My vampire!Oboro fic, I'm also excited for, but honestly, it needs a little more outlining before I write the juicy part.

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Asra, Muriel and Lucio with mc who has really long, rapunzel hair? 👁👄👁

My bestie is a big fan of Disney’s Rapunzel so this request made me think of her instantly. I’ll leave it up to the imagination on why and how MC’s hair gets that long but for the sake of these headcanons lets just say the fairy tale stories we know also exist in the Arcana world.

Next up: Asra/Julian/Nadia/Portia/Muriel with an MC who has scoliosis (which might take a while because I do my research!)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! But enjoy for now my friends!

Asra

When you show up Asra thinks you’re the most interesting person in Vesuvia and not just because of your hair.

The way you carry yourself, almost innocently oblivious to the stares and yet winding through the streets like you’ve done so all your life. How you greet everyone you pass by and when your eyes find him in the street Asra knows he’s caught your attention.

He wonders why you’re looking at him like that and he can only absentmindedly return your polite wave as you pass by with a glint in your eyes, for Asra its the start of something mysterious and magical.

He’s still enchanted to this day. Often reminded of the fairy tales his parents read to him so long ago, it’s like you were pulled from those pages and into his world. How lucky he is...

Asra keeps the shop as clean as he can so that your hair doesn’t get too dirty, he built in a series of wide hooks that your hair can hang from and has a rug behind the counter that you can put your hair on.

It’s funny having him around because when his nose is buried in a book and he’s walking by he will often trip and fall. The customers get a kick out of it as much as you do.

The hair products you have leave much to be desired, but on one of your birthdays Asra did extra readings and worked longer hours to buy you some decent combs and brushes. They were a great gift (but he’s late enough on rent payments as it is).

Made a magical head scarf that actually holds all your hair in a space so you can walk down the street without the stares from strangers. Not feeling your hair drag behind you is a relief.

Asra tried to develop a spell that would have your hair braided in seconds but it didn’t work out great... Its the thought that counts.

When washing it Asra likes to weave some magic and get the combs, brushes, etc... to help out, unlike his braiding spell it works a lot better and your hair is done quicker than it ever could with just the two of you.

Snuggle time involves a lot of hair twirling with Asra, he really likes the silken feel of your hair and the way it drapes over your bodies like a cool blanket.

Although he is extremely fidgety in his sleep and you often wake to his body pinning down your hair...

Asra loves it when you kiss him and your hair creates a shroud around your faces, almost shutting the world out as he lets you know how much he adores you.

Asra finds magic with you in every sense of the word and he’s so glad that out of all the people in the world such a kind creature chose him.

Muriel

When he first meets you Muriel thinks the long hair is wildly impractical and he expects you to ignore him and Asra, as you pass them on the streets but then your eye catches him staring.

That look you give him is enough to make Muriel’s mind short-circuit, something between shyness and amusement plays on your face as you graciously give a vendor coins for some bread and apples.

Muriel’s eyes dart away before he stares too much, but then a hand holds out the basket of bread and apples and you’re so close he can smell your perfume and see his reflection in your eyes. You hand him the basket with a wordless smile and meander down the street, your hair flowing behind you.

He thought about you more often than he’ll admit, especially when he was a gladiator. Your face and smile would be the only pleasant dream he ever had between the nightmares.

Muriel didn’t dare hope to see you again, because he didn’t want to see you in those stands. Not next to those calling for blood, he’s glad he never did but he wondered why he cared so much to even think that.

He still thinks the hair is impractical but the way it catches in the light from the sun makes it seem like a part of the forest he’s made his home. Beautiful.

Asked you to teach him how to braid it so it “didn’t get dirty dragging in the hut or the forest.” He loves the braiding and will almost always weave in your favourite flowers after you said you loved it like that.

Makes you a set of bone combs and boar-bristle brushes that work better than anything else you’ve ever tried.

His tub isn’t the biggest so Muriel helps you carry all your hair to the stream that flows close by and you spend hours washing it. He mostly enjoys the talking you do and working the products through your hair.

He follows through with growing his hair out a bit more since he likes being able to braid and tie his back for convenience (and also why not?).

Very confused when you ask for a strand of his longer hair, then he sees you’ve woven it into your own. He’s really flustered and sheepishly asks if he can have some of your hair to do the same.

Has not tripped over or been tangled up in your hair once.

When the two of you snuggle Muriel strokes his big hands through your hair working through the tangles in your loose hair or smoothing the braid, after you begin kissing he’ll return the favour. Hands scratching at the nape of your neck and winding in your hair as he mummers softly.

After you kiss your hair might trail along his jaw and as you pull away it looks like he has a long flowing beard and you can’t help but laugh. Muriel finds the whole thing embarrassingly amusing.

That memory of you is so distant now, but it got him through a tough time and Muriel is glad he gets to share the better part of his life with you.

Lucio

You made a boring day much more interesting, he sees you in the crowd as his masquerade party celebrates in the streets and thinks you’re some kind of princess or magical creature from the stories he’s heard. Your long hair woven in a plait and draping over your shoulder.

From his float Lucio can see curiousness in your eyes as you watch the floats with the same fascination of those around you, it’s like the crowd around you only serves as a backdrop as your eyes lock with his.

Lucio is stumbling from his float a second after, but the crowd surges against him and when he finally finds the spot he was sure you were in Lucio turns in a circle. But you’re gone, as if you were never there.

From the moment he met you Rapunzel became his new favourite fairy tale, he will always be calling you his ‘Princess’.

Wanted to put on a play of that particular fairy tale with you as the star.

Begged you for four days on trying out the climbing using your hair, turns out hair doesn’t have that good of a grip as rope...

Astounded that you could care for your hair without help from servants, wanted to know your routine because his hair doesn’t even compare to yours.

The palace baths are a life saver because all of it can fit!

He spends a lot on hair care products for you, there are vats of your favourite products and the finest brushes and combs in the land.

Had to explain to him how long it takes for that amount of hair to grow after he started growing his out.

Got his prosthetic tangled up a lot before he figured out the grooves would catch your hair, began wearing long sleeves and a glove to stop that.

Loves your hair loose rather than tied but if you want it braided he’ll spend hours helping you do so.

Very proud of his work, even if its a bit uneven. Shows it off to whoever is admiring your hair, he’s pretty cute when explaining how he did it.

He’s actually hidden in your hair before and jumped out to scare you.

He then got very tangled up, but you had fun teasing him! *wink, wink*

When the two of you are snuggling Lucio likes to bury his face in your hair and breath you in, limbs all tangled in your hair as he sneaks kisses on your neck and nips at your ear whispering lovingly to you.

Laughs a lot when your hair blocks his lips from kissing yours, accidentally inhaled some from laughing too much.

Of course hair is just hair, it’s not what made him fall in love with you, it just helped him pick you out from the crowd that day and discover his real love for you. The beauty on the inside as well as the out.

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