#llf asks

[longlivefeedback]

hey! maybe you or one of your followers has advice on this - how do I say that I'm looking forward to the next chapter without coming across demanding? As in, obviously 'where is the next chapter' is not the right way to go, but 'can't wait for the next chapter' imo also sounds demanding and not appreciative.

Hi!

As always, context is king, but I personally think that "can't wait for the next chapter" sounds fine, especially provided that it's not the only thing you say.

My read on your ask is that you're asking how to express interest and eagerness to read more of a story, and honestly? That's really flattering to a writer. My advice on how to express that interest without coming across entitled is to be more specific on

What are you looking forward to?

Why are you looking forward to it?

1. What are you looking forward to?

What about the next chapter has you on tenterhooks? Did the plot leave off on a cliffhanger? Are you looking forward to more delicious angst? Is the protagonist finally going on a date with their crush?

By being specific:-

"Can't wait to see what happens next!"

"Can't wait for X to finally have their first kiss!"

"I will be waiting patiently for more of your delicious heartrending angst."

"Can't wait for the heartbreak in the next chapter. It's coming. I can smell it 🥲"

-you're more likely to convey to the author that you noticed the thing in their story, you're a fan of the particular thing in their story, and the reason you want more of the thing is because they've done their writer job in leaving you wanting more of the thing.

A lot of praise and appreciation for what you already have (i.e. what's already been posted) before asking for more also doesn't hurt.

2. Why are you looking forward to it?

"The suspense is killing me! I need to know what happens to X!"

"You have ruined me. I shall not be able to spend one waking moment in peace now until X is resolved."

"I am heartbroken. Please put me out of my misery in the next chapter!"

Basically, the idea here is to convey to the author that your need for the next chapter is not just born of selfish greed for more more more, but that they've accomplished invoking the (hopefully intended) emotional response in you with their writing and yes, can you have more, please?

TLDR; details on what and/or why you need more of an author's writing will help convey that you're thoroughly engaged with their story and are not just being demanding.

Thanks for ask and I hope the advice was helpful!

[pinnithin]

roland makes me insane. take the galaxy's most autistic man make his special interest leadership and interpersonal negotiations and set him loose in a heartless corporate hellscape where everything runs on unspoken rules. and also hes a wolf guy.

[slowips]

006.

alhaitham x reader

# 500 words.

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“sorry for staring, i was just trying to visualise the shape of your skull,” you say.

alhaitham stares at you, trying to digest your words that confounded him. he was talking about the evolution of languages, how did skulls sneak into your mind? you weren’t listening—that he is certain.

“the staring isn’t bothersome,” he slowly starts as he tries to gather his thoughts. you’re the only person who can make words he took years to study turn evasive. “though the fact you weren’t listening is. isn’t it your idea for me to teach you?”

your mouth rounds in a shape of an ‘o’ as your strong gaze falters. he wonders if you’ve found your answer. his skull should look no different from any other human being, so what did you expect to find?

“well, sorry for not listening then,” you admit before gesturing him to continue. “it’s not that what you’re saying isn’t interesting, don’t get me wrong. i was just… distracted.”

you grab the book that he held, skimming through the pages. there’s a hint of a frown on your face. if he speculated correctly, backed by various equally confusing experiences with you, that frown is a sign of regret for speaking your mind. too quickly. without thought.

“are you not going to elaborate on your claim?” he asks, slightly annoyed at how you hooked his curiosity without fail. “whatever you were distracted with seemed more important.”

you close the book, staring at the ceiling as if there are visible thought bubbles over your head.

“i bumped into kaveh the other day,” you continue, side-eyeing alhaitham’s response. he doesn’t give you a crumb, face deadpanned, even if he wants to roll his eyes. what might have kaveh planted in your head? “you know how i also want to learn how to draw… so… i asked him for a few tips.”

“and?”

“he said it was good to visualise what i want to draw in my head.”

“that’s no reason to be distracted.”

“you’re fishing for an answer, stop it,” you retort, narrowing your eyes. “that’s all i’m going to say, and don’t try to speculate or connect the dots here. i shouldn’t have said that, i’m sorry.” you grab the book on linguistics and stuff it into your bag.

alhaitham just watches, waiting to see when you’ll realise that’s his book. probably in a few days time, which is beneficial for him as it means he’ll meet you again.

“i’ll like to see your artworks,” he says as you stand, ready to leave. you pause and turn to face him.

“it won’t be that interesting.” you stare at the floor, letting out a weak chuckle. “but kaveh also said to always use references and i was thinking if you’d like—” you’re quick to clasp your hands over your mouth. “actually, never mind! thank you for today’s session. i’ll catch you some other time!”

and you’re off.

alhaitham sees your figure retreat in the distance and when you exit the library, he scoffs in an attempt to hide a growing smile.

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staring at people and trying to visualise their skull is a very normal thing that i do not do. trying to practice for alhaitham to get a sense of his character because he’s honestly so elusive to write but i couldn’t find a prompt so i made one on my own.

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This story is part of the LLF community project, which was created to improve communication between readers and authors.

FEEDBACK | this author invites and appreciates short/long comments, questions, constructive criticism, likes, and reblogs.

RESPONSE | this author selectively responds to replies & tags as they haven’t found an efficient way to reply to everything, and is more likely to resopnd to an ask.

[vorchagirl]

WIP Title Game

@amarmeme tagged me to do this fun WIP title meme. And I have so many WIPs that this wil be fun! :)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. Tag as many people as wips.

My WIPs:

Saints and Liars 12

Saints and Liars 13

Saints and Liars 14

Saints and Liars 15

Saints and Liars 16

Saints and Liars 17

Moments 1

Moments 2

Moments 3

Moments 4

Moments 5

Distance 53

Harry & Sara Experimenting Fun

LLF chapter 1

Saints and Liars OS - Harry POV D/s Smut

Though A Mirror Darkly 16

King of Hearts (OG DR)

I'm going to tag @ashenlavellan @bioware-bard @lonesurvivorao3 @tlcinbflo @hawkeykirsah @foofyschmoofer @painterofhorizons @alyssalenko @silurisanguine @vela-ad-astra @heroofshield @rotschopf-thedrow @continuous-spec @pikapeppa

[olderthannetfic]

Recent asks about comments reminded me about a project from a few years ago, based on the premise that readers don't comment because they don't know how/are overwhelmed/fear doing it wrong etc.

I can't say I don't get some of it: sometimes one doesn't have spoons, sometimes you see authors say comments are worthless unless they're a multi-paragraph essay. Hint to those authors: this makes me stop reading your stuff because you're annoying ;-) but I guess I'm not the type of reader/commenter you want anyway, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But! This project grew and grew into something (that I find) terrifying; it's a huge spreadsheet where you enter stuff like quotes, character names, etc and it has different levels of complexity, and you have to poke around the spreadsheet to create a final comment. It's meant to help people who don't know how to comment, what to write, etc . (because "loved it!" or "extra kudos!" or "thanks for writing this" isn't good enough? Or too hard to come by? Or not commenting is a sin?)

This project grew and grew into something (that I find, YMMV) terrifying; it's a huge spreadsheet where you enter stuff like quotes, character names, etc and it has different levels of complexity, and you have to poke around the spreadsheet to create a final comment. It's meant to help people who don't know how to comment, what to write, etc. (because "loved it!" or "extra kudos!" or "thanks for writing this" isn't good enough? Or too hard to think about? Or too much like what other commenters wrote therefore worthless? Or not commenting is a sin?) Writers are encouraged to mention this in your author's notes, to be #helpful.

And I guess my question to you and your followers, is this: does this look helpful? Has any of you used this, found it helped? Obviously, it's not for me, but I'm aware one size doesn't fit all and I've always wondered if people have actually used it, or if as authors you've seen a difference in the feedback you got after mentioning it in your author's notes. (There may have been a wank around it at the time, but if there was, I missed it, so pls enlighten me!)

https://longlivefeedback.tumblr.com/post/170952243543/now-presenting-the-llf-comment-builder-beta

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I don't remember this. I would probably not use it because my lack of commenting is pure laziness, not inability to figure out what to say.

[randomeanonjustwatching]

In related to the keeper ask (as well as with a shitpost I did on my Tumblr), llf y/n got third upgrade for gent pipe and perhaps had a swiss army knife with them before they got dragged into the ink realm (by Wilson?? Maybe?? Still working on that). Finds a certain Keeper recording.

Bendy apparently finds them standing before a now dead keeper, with a bloody(inky?) Gent pipe and stains on them.

Y/N: whoops guess I don't know my own strength when all I felt was rage

Hcs or fic, that's up to u

Quiet noises

Fear pulsed through my veins.

I...I just heard something scream...and it didn't sound like a lost one nor an ink searcher....

Touching the wall, I went through it, sliding through easy.

I quickly noticed my hands were shaking.

Why am I so scared?...

I slid through another wall.

I could hear someone talking.

"Well, guess I didn't know my own strength. You hear that Wilson? I'M STRONGER THEN YOUR STUPID KEEPERS OR WHATEVER THEIR CALLED!!!" The weird person thing yelled.

It looked kinda like boss, except younger and was holding a gent pipe, with different golden glows on it.

But I flinched when it yelled. And I hit the table behind me, causing noise.

"Who’s there?" The weird person quickly said, looking around.

I quickly shoved myself under the table.

I'm scared....I'm scared....

My breathing increased, but I covered my mouth. I closed my eyes as well.

"Woah, hey little buddy...."

I could hear it right in front of me. I could feel my body increase in fear.

Then, I felt something touch my head.

I panicked and let out a mix between a growl and a whimper.

"Woah, it's okay, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise." The weird person said calmly, rubbing my head slightly.

I opened my eyes, staring at them.

"Well hi bud. See? You're alright, I won't hurt you."

I nodded and slowly came out.

(I decided to write from Bendy's point of view, hope y'all like!)

[guardian-rocket]

Has Rocket seen a natural raccoon, and if he did, how does he feel about it? The contrasts between him and them, etc. Does it cause any complicated feelings about what was done to his body?

Ask incredibly invasive questions about the character! The writer will answer and the character will react to having their private information made public.

Mun: Rocket has not seen a raccoon before the events of vol 3 and most of our threads are pre-vol 3 based where he still takes offense to being called a raccoon because he associates it with an insult.

Post vol 3 Rocket learns to take pride in that he is a raccoon and no longer feels the need to have others validate that he is more than an animal. He comes to terms that being an animal or originally being an LLF (lower life form) doesn't mean he holds less value because all life holds value.

Rocket's always had a complicated relationship with his body because it is enhanced and he knows if it wasn't, he'd no longer be alive. He has enhanced strength, durability, agility and a prolonged life because of it.

When he was little he bought into the mission to 'become perfect' of becoming perfect because he craved acceptance, and if perfection was to be like other people, he wanted to be seen as a person, not as an animal. This causes him a lot of bitterness and resentment because his body is not perfect and he will never have in full the acceptance of others he wanted for so long.

When he sees the raccoons, and really sees how much has been done to him, his heart breaks because he sees himself in them. Not what was done to him, but who he is despite it all.

Muse: (post vol 3) It's... a lot to take in, 'burying the hatchet' so to speak, but looking back on it a part of me is glad to be me despite it all... but that's just the thing. If I was never turned into this, well... I wouldn't have all my friends and I wouldn't have helped save the galaxy a buncha times.

[imaginarydragonling]

🤍 🪄 🤲 (thank you for checking which ones i had sent <3 )

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

🤔 I don't think I've ever posted a fic which I thought was grossly misunderstood or anything... I was going to say that the closest thing to people not "getting" would be my Little Red Riding Hood fic. It's a Saiyuki fic that was for a gift exchange and I think the prompt was for something to be fairytale related. The part that I think people didn't "get" was something more about one of the characters being kinda shady and the other characters not noticing. And I was going to say that readers didn't notice either. But I just checked the comments and they totally noticed lol 😅 I should really finish that fic......

So answer to this question is "none" at the moment.

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

Ooh. I...don't have any aftercare /)_(\

I kind of try to distract myself and move on as fast as possible because else I will devolve into constantly refreshing the fic on Ao3 and get sad about why it's not getting any attention bla bla bla

Is it bad that I don't celebrate? It's probably bad right... Anyone have any tips or suggestions of what to do to celebrate? I'm pretty bad/lowkey on celebrations in general so any advice would be appreciated 🥺

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

You know, I think about this question A LOT since I run the LLF blog and i get SO MUCH out of it!!!

Mental Health - There's just something calming about writing. I like being able to escape and just play around in my own little world for hours it's the best.

Sense of Accomplishment - Just FINISHING writing a piece is satisfying. Through my current job, I've really come to appreciate just FINISHING stuff, no matter the quality, and I like being able to do that for something in my life eheh

Ordering Thoughts - I read a quote from an author somewhere that writing was all about being able to order your thoughts. And I gotta say it's true for me. This is definitely a personal thing, but being forced to take the chaos of emotions and make sense of fleeting thoughts is kind of fun 😅 It's challenging, but I like puzzles and challenges so yeah!

Friends - I get to shove my fics in people's faces and force them to talk to me! :D

Knowing I Left Something Behind - I'm going to be gone someday. If I'm really lucky, someone will stumble across one of my fics and be like oh. imaginarydragonling was here.

THANK YOU @mygeekcorner for all your asks! I think this was the last one and I had so much fun answering them all! :D Thank you for always indulging me in these. <3

Let’s Get ((REAL)) fic writer asks

[go-sullivan]

Time Is Never Time At All (You Can Never Ever Leave Without Leaving a Piece of Youth) Chapter 23

Chapter 23 (3687 words) by go_sullivan

Chapter Summary:

The aftermath of Coronation for Mal and Audrey.

A time-travel AU/ Rewrite of Descendants Part One Complete

Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Mal/Audrey Rose (Disney), Ben/Evie (Disney: Descendants) Characters: Mal (Disney), Audrey Rose (Disney), Evie (Disney), Ben (Disney: Descendants), Carlos de Vil, Jay (Disney) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Super Hoodie - Freeform, Major Character Deaths in an Alternate Timeline, Masked stranger, Bizarre Love Triangle, aged up character, couple becomes a triad, Stealth Crossover, One-Sided Attraction, like One-Sided Attraction that's complicated, Enemies to Lovers, Long Live Feedback Comment Project, LLF Comment Project, the enemies to lovers time travel love triangle fic no one asked for, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Series: Part 1 of Time Is Never Time At All

Summary:

Mal didn't give her trust away so easily, if she was being honest, she could count on one hand the people she trusted to have her back: Jay, Evie, Carlos. (But she wasn't honest and she would deny it if asked.)

But when their first play for Fairy Godmother's wand goes sideways, Mal has to trust a masked stranger to rescue her. And now the masked stranger is involved not only in her plan to get the wand and bring down the barrier, but also wrapped up in her life. Mal finds herself not minding at all.

Then there's the daughter of her mother's enemy, being a thorn in her side. Audrey just f confuses her and it complicates things.

But what's more more complicated thing in Mal's life? nothing is ever easy.

A time-travel AU/ Rewrite of Descendants

[nerice]

Ok so it seems like a lot of characters in your novel die sooner or later. So… which of them survives in the end? If it’s even possible to say; as far as I understood there are several timelines.

[rubs hands together] this is my new favourite ask!!!!!! in the interest of keeping some secrets (esp bc some actual Reader Friends might see this) i will be vaguely dodgy and just compile a list of chars who Survive by the metric that i've never written a death scene for them; so even if an oc is not listed here, i.e. implied Dead, they might still make it thru canon perfectly fine, i just happen to have a dedicated au where they're butchered horrifically. for funsies <3

also only guys listed on the oc site because i genuinely could not tell you who does or doesn't make it thru less figured out story corners [a/s drops onto me like a piano for comedy] LET'S GO !!

chess (courtesy of being part of the moon core, i guess. gets gored pretty bad by gray but is functionally unkillable. faye also heavily considers taking an earnest shot at him in her motd rampage but ultimately chickens out for fear of breaking the universe apart again)

damia :^)

devon (chewtoy for both friend and foe but he makes it thru <3)

eliada (ON THIN ICE. i still think kizuna should eat him once he returns to a/s but as of now i am undecided if he gets any comeuppance for his..... Various Flaws.)

jack (somehow survives attempts on his life by every single soulless, and jumie) speaking of which,

jumie!! destined to outlive her loved ones in any incarnation, with the exception of platinum road where i am,,,,, i am not saying sky actually might....... k*ll h*r, but [i am exited from this thought immediately and always] so she lives by the grace of me being unable to stomach that hypothetical scenario ._.

kizuna (has to showdown avery in llf. after that it's anyone's guess)

LEAH !!!!!! daughter of all time who LIVES. which was not the case in older canon where she succumbed to her illness between seasons but i FOUND A WAY TO SAVE HER. SHE LIVES and that is the only thing that matters 2 me in this entire novel verse ;-;

linn......... fwiw i've written death scenes for her but u know they're little more than fun pastime ventures and never stick. like, getting gray to kill her is her idea of foreplay lmfao (i digress)

noah :^)

don't start thinking any of these bastards are truly safe tho!!!!! (except leah. nothing will ever happen to leah! i'll torch and burn this entire verse before i let her come 2 harm again) <///3

[southwarkcofe]

That has been my story in Southwark; it has been transformational for me and, truly, I have encountered the Living God in this Diocese

The Very Revd Andrew Nunn reflects on his life and journey as Dean of Southwark as he says goodbye...

When I was a little boy, I loved hearing stories about London. The Nunn side of the family had only moved to Leicester because both where they lived in Romford and where my grandfather’s business was on the Strand were so heavily bombed they felt they had to leave. But Nanny and my aunties would tell me about ‘going up west’, walking in St James’ Park and seeing Buckingham Palace. To a child it sounded magical. For one Christmas present I was given a big book on London, lots of reading and sepia pictures – Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, the Bank of England. But I’m not sure it mentioned Southwark and certainly none of the family stories featured ‘South of the River’.

That’s not quite true. There were in our family photo album, pictures of my mum and dad at the Festival of Britain. Mum is stood there with Skylon behind her and the Dome of Discovery and of course the Festival Hall. So, they had been to the South Bank to catch a glimpse of what the future might hold, a brave and confident future, rising like a phoenix from the ashes of the war, in London, south of the Thames.

Being invited to come to the Diocese, to be Chaplain to the Diocesan Bishop, Bishop Roy Williamson, was a real thrill. I packed up everything from the vicarage I was in in Leeds and headed down the M1 to begin a new type of ministry for me, in a very different place. I had heard and read about the Diocese of Southwark, of course.  It always seemed to be the place from where the awkward questions were being asked, where radical and experimental things were being done. On arriving I wasn’t disappointed.

I love the scene in the film version of the ‘Wizard of Oz’, when Dorothy, played by Judy Garland, steps from her house which had just landed in Oz.  She leaves a black and white world for one that is in dazzling technicolour.  Those early audiences must have gasped in amazement as they saw the yellow brick road, the multi-coloured horses and the munchkins in rainbow hues. For me, entering Southwark was that kind of experience. It felt like a different world and a different church.

Twenty-eight years later and having done a number of different things, it still feels like that. Ok, so some of the things that were at top of the ‘Southwark Agenda’ in the past are now part of mainstream life in much, though not all of the church.  Women are there in all three orders of ordained ministry.  Racial justice is not just being talked about but being lived and we have a Charter to keep us on the right path.  LLF will deliver justice for LGBTQI+ people, eventually, and until it does Southwark will remain a safe pace for people like me.  But, and this is really important, in the Diocese of Southwark theology is still being done, liturgy is still valued and our churches continue to grow.

People keep asking me two questions – ‘What won’t you mind leaving behind? ‘What are you going to miss?’ The first is easy, the relentless emails and that ultimate feeling of responsibility that a Dean has to carry. The buck stops with you, and that does take its toll. Bye bye.

But what will I miss?  Everything, everything about Southwark, all that continues to make it so special, all that sets my heart on fire.

Bishop Christopher used as inspiration for so much that sets the overall agenda and strategy in the Diocese, the story of the road to Emmaus that Luke has in his Gospel.  (Luke 24.13-35) When the two friends look back, reflect on the experience that they have just had they say to one another

‘Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us?’

It was the encounter with the living God, with the Risen Jesus, and not least the encounter with him in the scriptures and in the broken bread at the table, that made their hearts burn with the flames of passion, the flames of the Sprit, the fire of love.  They were transformed by being with Jesus.

That has been my story in Southwark; it has been transformational for me and, truly, I have encountered the Living God in this Diocese in a way that I simply hadn’t before. It has been life changing and faith enhancing and all the churches and all the people as much as the wonderful Cathedral have had a part to play in that.

What am I most proud of?  Simply that we understand what inclusion truly means.  Sometimes it feels easier to exclude than include, but we have never gone down that path but instead opened our arms, our doors, our hearts to those who don’t always find a  welcome in church.  It may be challenging to be inclusive, but we have never shied away from it. Perhaps you are reading this because you have been included, I am writing it because I have been.  Thank you.

God of boundless generosity and ever open arms, thank you for including us in your inclusive embrace, and bless this Diocese of Southwark, where hearts burn with the fire of your love. Amen.

[longlivefeedback]

Hey! Not sure if this is the right blog for this, but I have a question about responding to comments on Ao3. I usually respond to all comments I get, but this year was really stressful and for a while I didn't mentally feel up to answering comments. I'm getting back into responding now and was wondering: is it taboo to respond to a comment you got months ago? I want to thank the writer for their words, but at this point have I missed my window?

No taboo that I'm aware of! In fact, receivers seem to love any response to comments, regardless of how long they took to arrive!

If you're still feeling antsy about being "too late" to respond, consider this permission to respond to any comments you have sitting in your inbox, no matter how much time has passed!

[freddyfreeman]

I wish people who interacted with my Secret Garden posts would interact with my Little Lord Fauntleroy posts 🥺

[funtimebunnyblog]

I'M BACK!!! 🥰😍❤ Did you all miss me? I'm happy to say that I've finally gotten some WiFi where I'm currently living and updates are gonna try to be more steady here in the future but I can't make any promises because I get very busy with my work 😅😇 Please continue to bear with me!

In other words, a while back I wrote the OG version of this little short fic on A03 but I realized that I had never posted it here! 😱 Nevertheless, I decided to write the Part 2 to this and then decided to remaster that first part before posting it here! 🙂🙂🙂 I'm thinking about turning this into a little mini series 🤔🥰

Anyways, I'll stop rambling! Please enjoy! 😚

Pillarroomates (Chapter 1: Roommate wanted)

(This is dedicated to Dagdoth and Sureynot; 2 of the best bad influences I could ever ask for 🥰😍❤)

The steady click-clacking of keys filled the pleasant silence of the little kitchen, Kars typing away on the laptop before him at the table.

It was just a little after noon, a time where he usually put down his work for a brief session to sit back in silence and enjoy a cup of coffee, or maybe a mug of tea depending on his mood, with whatever baked-good had been whipped up recently. Today however, he chose to cut his little break out of schedule completely to get a jump on the deadline of the month that he was currently picking away at.

Hunched over, eyes glued to the screen, one could've swore he was a living statue perched like that so quietly if it weren't for his typing fingers.

The sweet smell hanging in the air came much closer as Wamuu strode over to the table, a soft smile was painted across the mans lips as he placed an oven fresh cookie on a plate down next to the mug of black tea his Master was letting steep at his side.

"Thank you, Wamuu." Kars said quietly, watching the blonde depart in his peripheral vision for only a beat before regaining his sharp focus on the sea of numbers staring back at him.

Kars had his own room with a desk to work in of course but he always found himself enjoying doing work down here this time of day. The heavenly smell of the kitchen when something was being baked and the pleasant background noise of the radio chiming softly, sometimes accompanied by Wamuu humming along, was something sort of relaxing to Kars.

Relaxing around here tended to be something rare too, as there never seemed to be a dull moment in the lives of the Pillarmen these days.

Not in this neighbourhood, no.

The younger man hummed in response, heading back to the stove to finish scraping fresh cookies off the pan to place on a rack to cool. He was sure Santana would make an appearance soon to try one, with the lovely smell filling the air and all.

Santana could never stay asleep (as heavy of a sleeper as he had the tendency to be) holed up in his room when there was something yummy being cooked.

The times where he appeared the quickest was when Kars flicked on the coffee machine first thing in the morning, the red-head manifesting at his side at the very first spew of hot caffeine never failed to nearly give him a heartattack; especially when it was 5 in the morning in a dark kitchen.

Kars' head lifted, cocking an eyebrow as there suddenly came a knock at the front door; three evenly spaced thumps on the wood. The thought of another complaining neighbour was the first thing to cross his mind, making him sigh as he moved to get up from his chair.

"PIZZA'S HERE!!!"

The sounds of heavy footfalls coming at a rapid speed from down the hallway accompanying the cry stopped him in his tracks.

The plum-haired man grimaced, Wamuu glancing over his shoulder with a frown, as none-other-than Esidisi sped by; the one hand clutching the towel around his waist was the only thing keeping it from blowing away completely.

Despite only catching a glimpse of his speedy companion, Kars didn't miss the fact that the other was sopping wet and trailing water.

Esidisi had simply lept out of the shower the second he heard the knock at the door, leaving with only a towel (just barely even) and the foamy suds that were still clinging to his hair and his body.

No doubt about it, he was dripping all over the place.

And all over his clean floor too.

Kars clicked his tongue, more than tempted to sigh again.

"Really, Esidisi?" He called out to the other.

It was hard to tell whether he was more displeased with his state of soapy undress or the fact that the oldest Pillarmen had gone and ordered yet ANOTHER pizza this week with only God-knows-what on it.

Sure, he the others found themselves actually partaking in "Human food" casually these days. Wamuu even went so far as to teach himself how to cook as a hobby to fill time around the house when he wasn't going to the Gym or to work, but Esidisi had become something of a strange enthusiast on the matter.

Some people in this world got a little riled up over something as simple as Pinapple being added as a topping on a pizza but Kars had a feeling those people would have an absolute fit listening to Esidisi's phone order of a multi-fruit pizza (consisting of: oranges, apples, watermelon and strawberries) with cheese, olives and pepperoni.

He was starting to wonder if his longtime companion was simply doing it just to see how far he could push a Pizza place with his barrage of odd orders until they yelled at him or worse, barred him completely from the place.

His question was only met with laughter. "I decided to ask for Mac and Cheese and Jalapeños on it this time!" Esidisi called back, voice echoing off the walls, as he finally reached the front door.

Wamuu's nose crinkled at the very sound of that, choosing wisely to direct his attention to his cookies once more.

Kars decided to follow suit and do the same with his own work.

He supposed it wasn't really his problem, therefore; he shouldn't say anything.

☆☆☆

The advertisment had been a strange one for sure, but really, you had no choice but to at least look into it. It never hurt to try and you were already desperate enough as it was.

Apartments and open housing in the area was becoming a rarity at best these days, this busy time of year didn't help things either, and you had been scouring the internet for every opportunity or opening there was to move in with someone in this portion of the city.

Sadly, you had turned up empty handed quite a few times.

The last one you had looked into had been great; a nice building, nice seeming people, decent budget; but alas, the people who put out the advert took it down just a day later.

They had decided to give the opening to a close friend of theirs who wanted to come across the country and live with them instead.

You had been starting to consider checking the complete other side of the city and trying to squeeze yourself in somewhere there or maybe even just going with the option of moving cities completely! The hassle of finding a place was just becoming too much until... this one happened to pop up.

☆ Roomate requSWIGGITY SWOOMATE, WE NEED A ROOMATE!!11!!!1!

We are Four Men seeking out a Human roomate to live with us in our rented house.

4 bedroom, 1 bath, 1 kitchen; upstairs, downstairs and basement.

Location: Western side of the city, 929 Bizzare av.

Rent and chores are divided equally among us.

Requirements as followed:

• Must be a CLEAN Human.

• Human must not bear the surname of "Joestar" under ANY means necessary.

•Must be actively working and have claims to have the ability to hold their job.

• Must be willing to contribute to the household via chores and yard work when necessary.

• must be CUTE!!!

• Mus

•

• Must like llf6io78fjjl0

•

• Jo9sjw6jnsjej27ebeolu

• Jsjsij wkk d18kkjs lkdjsjsns52jsjjsnend2njsmdv 6272jsndbdhs2672 jd Djjsija bsij eeskdnne9s782728 jd bjejrn rnusjjsj

• the human must not be loud

• It would be most appreciated if the Human was a mannered person, who holds appreciation for similar hobbies we do. -W

•

Ask within to apply! ☆

You couldn't help but wonder if whoever had written this advert had been drunk at the time by looking at the grabbed mess that took up half the page.

Better yet, you could only hope this was a real advertisement and not some sort of stupid prank.

Either way, you were determined to find out today and claim this oppertunity before anyone else got the chance.

Glancing down at the print out you had made of the ad at the Library, you sighed as you kept going down the street. You had been walking all morning and were beginning to wish you had the foresight to pack a snack or a drink for your seemingly endless sojourn for this supposed place.

There was no picture put onto the advertisement, even a proper description of the place would've been nice, and finding a direct address wasn't exactly a piece of cake to you.

Nonetheless, you kept going. Stopping at every house you passed in hopes to spot a matching address; finding nothing but different numbers and barking dogs tethered in yards.

With every different number meeting your eyes, the possibility of this just being a fake ad just kept growing and growing in your mind.

You were even starting to consider just giving up entirely when, at last, there it was. "292" the numbers were bolted to the front porch, the 9 starting to tilt to one side.

It seemed nice enough. The lawn was well kept, the walkway however looked as if it needed to be redone. The building was a sunbleached blue, probably a nice clean periwinkle once upon a time, but now leaning a tad white and staring to flake. The place was definitely in need of a touch up.

This was the place, now if someone was Home to even just talk to you about this ad that would be great.

You gathered up the courage to leave the sidewalk and start up the overgrown walkway, the wood of the porch whined under your feet as you stepped onto it. A couple of chairs, a book carelessly left behind in one, a little cage sat all by its lonesome in the far corner, and a big unmissable stain (probably coffee) caught your eye on the wood.

The word "Pillarmen" was scrawled on the name card over the mail slot of the front door.

A strange surname, you had never heard of it before, but it must've been safe to assume that it belonged to someone here. Presumably one of the men who had made this advertisement in the first place.

With only a moments hesitation, clutching the print-out in hand, you reached out and rapped on the door hard with your knuckles, then stood back and waited.

Silence... You took the opportunity to fix your appearance slightly, suddenly becoming a little self-conscious, smoothing out your shirt before clasping your hands behind your back neatly and putting on your best smile.

First impressions were important, most especially a first impression made at the door after all.

There came the sounds of voices, too muffled for you to hear through the walls, followed closely by the unmistakable thundering of footsteps coming closer and closer from within.

Finally, the door flung open.

You felt your eyes go a little wide, the smile drained from your face as you craned your neck back slightly to meet the gaze of the very tall and very muscular dark-skinned man that now stood before you.

Belatedly, as your eyes followed the droplets of water that were dripping off him, trickling down every inch of his muscular body and pooling at his feet, you realized he was practically naked; clutching only a fluffy white towel around his waist.

The towel didn't look nearly as fluffy and white as his hair, however.

"Uh--" Your tongue swole in your mouth as you both found yourselves staring at one another, seemingly sharing a similar dumbfounded moment.

He blinked owlishly.

"You're not the Pizza delivery." He said matter-of-factly, breaking the tense silence that had fallen between the two of you.

Your head shook violently, broke from your sudden stupor, pulling out the slightly crumpled piece of paper out for him to see.

"Uh-- I--... N-No! I'm not-- I'm uh.... here ab-about the-- the roomate ad...?" You sputtered, the words felt as garbled as alphabet soup falling off your tongue, you felt a nervous sweat beading on your skin under your clothes as it hit you for a second time that wasn't wearing any. "Oh! If uh-- this is a bad time I-- I can come back later!"

His face lit up suddenly, eyes shimmering like sapphires. "Oh!" He cried. "I forgot about that!"

The massive man turned, calling back over his shoulder deeper into the apartment.

"Kars! There's a Human here, they saw our advert!"

You happened to be so gobsmacked, still reeling from the slight shock of the very first of your encounter, you hadn't even noticed he distinctly used the word "Human" there.

"What?!"

You couldn't see past the mans hulking figure but you could very well hear the scraping of a chair in the distance, followed by more thundering footsteps heading towards the door.

You blinked as yet another larger-than-life sized man made his appearance, pushing past the first with a frown. The both of them looked almost comically squashed where they stood taking up the whole doorway.

This man was just as tall and as muscular as the first. His skin was like ivory, framed by dark cloth wrapped from his neck to the top of his head with only a tuft of deep purple hair dangling precariously out over his pointed nose.

More importantly, very much unlike the first, this one was fully clothed.

Clad in a dress shirt that matched his hair, slightly unbuttoned to just give you a peak of the buldging muscles he had underneath and the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, neatly pressed black dress pants and house shoes.

Kars blinked in surprise as he caught sight of you at last, eyes scanning over you. He honestly hadn't expected someone to come to their door about the advertisement they had put out so quickly, they had only put it out less than a day ago.

If anything, by the way it had turned out, he was surprised someone responded to it at all.

"Please, come in." Kars told you, making his best attempt to save this lousy first impression.

His surprised look was short-lived, turning sharp as he directed it onto Esidisi. The other man smiled sheepishly, turning and retreat back to the bathroom to finish his shower without the pizza he had left it for...

☆☆☆

☆Previously...☆

Kars hummed, reading over the advert for a 4th time with pursed lips.

He had listed all the necessary information about them and the living situation and even put down a few requirements to set the bar for any Human who would happen to want to apply.

However, even with the ground rules set, it still just seemed a little too bare to him.

"Hmm," Kars peered over his shoulder towards the living room doorway; he swore he could hear more of the crunching of the flaming hot cheetos Esidisi was enjoying rather than the actual program he was watching. "Is there anything specific you would like to add to this before I post it?"

"Shay they mush be cute!" came the reply though a mouthful of spicy junkfood. Kars could only hope he wasn't getting crumbs all over the couch again, not to mention getting too handsy with the T.V remote eating those things...

"That isn't what qualifies as a 'requirement', Esidisi..." he sighed.

The other swallowed, now blessed with the ability to speak much clearer; the crinkling of the cheeto bag hit Kars' ears next.

"Well excuse me for having standards." He heard his oldest companion grumble, drowned out by the crunch of more food.

Wamuu's head peered out of the kitchen, the pie he was just about to place in the oven cradled in oven-mit hands. He had decided to try his hand at fudge pie this time, having mastered apple so quickly.

"It would be nice if the Human were a Warrior as well," he said, disappearing from Kars' sight again as he went back into the kitchen, carrying the pie to the awaiting oven. "Or perhaps if they were interested in going to the Gym or baking as I do..."

Kars sighed, "Wamuu, I understand you would like someone to train with but this--"

"The Human must not be loud."

The Pillarman practically jumped out of his chair, the tiniest yelp escaping his lips as he swiveled his head to find none other than Santana looming over him. The sheet lines imprinted in the others face indicated he had just arisen from a deep sleep; most likely venturing out of his cave and into the kitchen to see what Wamuu was up to.

Even after thousands of years, he still couldn't get used to the youngest Pillarman sneaking up on him.

It probably didn't even count as "sneaking" anyways as Santana was just so naturally quiet he just happened to go unnoticed until he spoke up.

Kars opened his mouth to make an attempt to speak again, only to be cut off one more time as Esidisi finally made his own appearance; leaning over the purple-haired man to see the advert in the works.

"See, this is all wrong." Esidisi told him, frowning at the screen. "This is too formal! If we're going to get someone at all, we need to grab their attention somehow. Here, I'll fix it!"

The other practically clamored over him, cheeto bag tucked under arm as he reached over to type on the computer, deleting the majority of the title Kars had written out and already replacing it with one of his own creation.

Kars belatedly realized the others' hands were still coated in hot cheeto crumbs, smudging the keys of his pristine computer with imprints of red and orange as he typed away.

"Esidisi, stop this at once!" He commanded, trying to push him at arms length, only to be met with a hand pushing back and smooshing against his face. The smell of spicy cheese flavoring hit his nostrils, only fueling his fire. "This is my work computer! I'm the one writing this advertisement!"

Santana merely stood back, watching the two elder Pillarmen fight over the computer in silence. Esidisi was pushed by Kars into the keyboard a handful of times before their focus was solely on one another and no longer the ad.

"Get your grubby hands off me!" Kars growled as the other straddled him in the chair, his face now smudged like his keyboard. They kept pushing on one another, a clumsy slap war already underway, obscenities and curses getting mangled as they argued back and forth.

"You never let me--"

"I told you that--"

"I wanna do it! Just let me--"

Santana peered down at the computer curiously, uninterested in watching the display before him any longer.

The red-head typed out his own request before picking up the device and carrying it to the kitchen for Wamuu to see and whatever he wished; Santana ignored the sound of two bodies toppeling out of the chair and hitting the floor as he left.

Kars didn't even get to see the ad (or rather; the remainder of what qualified as an advert) before it was posted online by Santana.

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From the WIP ask game:

For LLF, or King of Hearts (your choice), which fandom is the fic about?

I already spoke about King of Hearts here. It's my original dark romance I'm working on about an obsessive serial killer.

So, instead I'll talk about LLF - which is Love Lead Fortune, my new Reyes x Ryder fic about the non-Pathfinder Ryder sibling: Sage Ryder.

This fic is about Sage Ryder, who leaves the Initiative to escape her obsessive and controlling brother - Pathfinder Seth Ryder. Seth has a genuine obsession with his sister, and struggles to accept that she is her own person and not part of him. He is controlling, emotionally abusive, and has been ruining Sage's life since they were children.

When she makes her escape, he goes nuts and will go to any lengths to find her. Sage however, finds an unlikely ally in Reyes Vidal - who she strikes up a partnership with even though she hides her true identity. She's willing to use her ability to use Remnant Technology to access Kadara vaults and get him Rem Tech, and he agrees to sponsor her and keep her presence there a secret.

The attraction between them is strong, but Reyes can't seem to get Sage to get her walls down. He think's she is running from an abusive boyfriend, and when he discovers who she really is and what has been done to her, he swears to protect her. Their budding relationship blossoms, but eventually Seth discovers where his sister is and aims to destroy everything she's built for herself.

It's not going to be a long fic - probably less then 10 chapters, but I'm excited to explore Reyes' relationship with a non-Pathfinder Ryder, and to explore an abusive and controlling relationship which isn't a romantic one. Seth is very sick, but he's so charismatic that people don't see it until it's too late.

The art is by Beemot :)

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