#or at least share some as they are as ficlets maybe 'xD but... they could be comics!

[raycatz]

WIP ask game, artist edition! (writing welcome too)

RULES: make a new post with 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 or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

It's been really fun reading about what everyone's working on! Let's get the artists involved, too! I want to see everyone's aaa.fileextention and aaaa.fileextention pieces hehe.

I have so many LU comic ideas! For most of them I have the dialogue, visuals, and acting written out. Some have art! Everything from initial concepts to multi-chapter fic.

Here's the .csp wips I have atm! Some of them are tied to comic ideas and some are stand alone.

shunk

haha tanlines

apple tree

chores

wind_maya_19_simpleRig_pose.mb

smack_audio_shorter

theblorbos

pixels2

om nom

nehneh

sleeps

full sprint

headache

ico

uuuuuhhhhh

mftrainsbro

huhwha & hhhwa

beetleeeee

Non LU writing & art wips

lizard

whee

wobbles

corn

sleepy ocs

Moe the Moblin (the idea lives on the LU ideas google doc but it's gen loz. could be LU if you wanted it to be, though! Open to interpretation.)

SSBU Links - Chateau Romani

SSBU Links - Get Out Of The Water!

Mina's Linkverse - Goat Plushie

Team Ico AU

Major & Minor Beats & Shot Types: Dragon Tower

While tagging as many people as I have wips might be possible, maybe, it would definitely be excessive! I'm tagging: @zolanort, @liccy, @luwyv, @mizaruwu, @theegh0st,

@bluevaractyl, @grenapple0547, @starrysorry, @twilight-linkess, @genderfluid-puddle-of-soup,

@awkwardpossum0, @ghostlykidplaidbanana, @jellydragons, @off-mozzarella, @kikker-oma (Oma, do you have any projects outside of Fan Joy July you want to share? :D ) and anyone who wants to play!

(also feel free to ignore the @. This is for fun and only if you want to!)

[cxttlefishcxller]

𝟸𝟶 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

I was tagged literal days ago by @residentdormouse and honestly I'm the worst at remembering anything ever sO here we are again, lads jfkdl;safd but yE BIG THANK for the tag, let's see what kind of shenanigans I can get into

How many works do you have on AO3?

Five so far, none of them finished jfkdl;safd soon to be six, if I can get the rest of this damn chapter finished for Serenade's second iteration >.>;;;

What is your total AO3 word count?

57,252! Which is honestly more than I thought it was

What fandoms do you write for?

Man, what don't I write about? -ba dum tss- But for published works, it's primarily The Stand, with some IT thrown in, then there's Undertale, Gravity Falls, and Fallout. But I promise you if I like it, I've either written something or thought VERY HARD about writing something about it.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

This is easy, there's only 5 total fjdkla;sf but it'd have to go 1: Between Iron and Silver (an Undertale AU) at 22 2: La Petite Mort (a Fallout 3 blurb from ye olde k-meme days) at 17 3: Don't Fear The Reaper (A Gravity Falls zombie AU) at 14 4: Second Lead Serenade (My primary Stand fic that's getting a sERIOUS overhaul) at a whopping 3 5: Shine On You Crazy Diamond (an AU of my Stand AU only now there's Pennywise) at 2

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yES I try to every time! Sometimes I miss them though jfkdls;fd but I'm but a small hobbit that thrives off of validation, I adore every comment I get

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

UHM. Well, technically I haven't finished a gotdam thing yet, but it'd either have to be the Fallout one (which involves the MC slowly turning into a ghoul due to radioactive necrosis) or a pseudo-canon-maybe ficlet blurb thing I'm currently working on for Serenade involving a day in Teddy's perfect world, seemingly no-pocalypse centric, until you realize that he's not in some apartment he shares with his beloved girlfriend Piper, but trapped inside of his own mind by Flagg after being shot by Nadine.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, bold of you to assume I've got an ending on anything I write. But I'd have to say that the happiest ending I have PLANNED would actually be for Shine On. It's running along the plot of the IT remake, so the ending will have (potentially) all of our beloved Boulderites having their happily ever afters with the people they care about most.

Do you get hate on your fic?

My dear sweet anonymous reader, that would require for someone to actually read said fics. XD No for real though, everyone that's commented, friend and stranger alike, has been SO SO SWEET. I'm so grateful. No hate yet, but I'm sure I'd feel like I really made it as a writer if I ever did.

Do you write smut?

I used to! I used to write the SHIT out of some smut! But it seems like the older I get the more I worry about it being good, by whatever arbitrary unit of measurement someone may have, and then I just clam up and fade to black instead jfkd;lsafd I hope to regain my teenaged confidence someday.

Do you write crossovers?

The further I can get from canon, the better, as far as my brainworms are concerned! I only have one OFFICIAL crossover, but if y'all could see some of the bullshit I have in my giant stack of spiral notebooks, you'd probably be very concerned.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! At least I'm not sure why anyone WOULD. I only ever get a set amount of chapters into something before I'm spontaneously updating every few years like some literary cryptid.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Ohhhhmygoodness the memories. Passing notebooks back and forth in between classes to work on chunks of fics. Co-authoring Google Docs in back-and-forth narrative-laden pseudo-RPs. So, SO many Picrews. If my old laptops' data banks could talk. The stories they'd tell. In short, it's been a REALLY FUCKING LONG TIME but I had such fun with it. I'd love to do it again sometime. XD

What's your all-time favorite ship?

AUGH. UHM. If we're going for something in media I enjoy, I have so so many, but if I HAD to pick one at gunpoint it'd have to be Clarice/Hannibal. From like the OG book series. My poor friend group has already had to listen to me scream about subtext and discrepancies between media, so I'll spare the spiel but they're wonderful together and I'll die on that hill.

For stuff I'VE written? Teddy and Piper. TedPipes. ScreenPlay. My babies, my lovelies, my adorable idiots that can't quit pining long enough or can't quit fighting impending disaster long enough to realize they're already practically dating. I've written so much about them. I'll probably continue writing so much about them. I can't be stopped. jfkdl;asfd

Also for stuff I HAVEN'T written but exists in fic anyway, I'd have to go with both BirdBrains (Harold Lauder and Caktus' OC Crow) and HayGlen (Glen Bateman and Mouse's OC Hayden) because like. Have y'all seen them. HAVE YOU. Go see them. They're so so good.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them wELL that's a tough one because like. I bounce between ideas so much that it's hard to tell when I'll pick up a plot or drop a plot out of rotation only to pick it back up a year or three later. But if I had to pick one, Iron and Silver hasn't been updated since shortly after the pandemic started, and I really wish I could pick up steam on it again. I had a huge plan for it, and a serious amount of worldbuilding and backstory, but I just can't pick up the knack for it again. At least, not yet. I'm sure I'll come back to it eventually.

What are your writing strengths?

I've always been fond of my character development! I can't ever tell if I execute it well in practice, but in THEORY I have a good grasp of where a character starts and where I want them to end, and a significant chunk of what they go through to get there. I love Big Emotion. I love Introspective Pain. I love the silent struggle of Being Known. It's deLICIOUS, I keep working it into everything I write fjkdsa;fd

What are your writing weaknesses?

A: Follow-through. I have the Can't Finish Stuff disease. B: MOTHERFUCKING. ACTION SCENES. I can't get the pacing right! It feels too stilted or too flat, either too much detail or not enough with no happy medium. People who can write action scenes are glorious unicorns and I'm love them

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Wayyyyyyyy not confident enough to try it. I only know some basic phrases in Spanish, and some even more rudimentary phrases in Korean, and several swear words in a small handful of other languages. Definitely not enough to work with. I'm sure I'd manage to either do it wrong or end up unintentionally being insensitive. I'm a much bigger fan of just using italics to denote if someone's using another language instead, but that's a personal choice jfkdl;sa

First fandom you wrote for?

Labyrinth! To no one's surprise ever It was a horrible monstrosity of a trope-filled nightmare written in a Family Guy notebook in pure frigging pencil. I was also in the 6th grade. I wish I had Teenage Fef's shameless ability to write whatever the fuck she wanted. She was cringe but She was Free

Favorite fic you've ever written?

So far, Serenade is the one I've put the most thought into, and the one I'm having the most fun planning! Iron and Silver cuts a CLOSE second though; for the very same reasons, but I'm loving having the added fun of such indulgent friends helping me keep the Stand Wormies alive by hyping me up. XD

I also cast OPEN TAG! It does 6d4 Writing Damage. But if y'all want to, I'm also tagging @beyondthetemples-ooc, @jaiesondurantkross and @caktusjuice-draws in a totally no-pressure-ever tag <3

[echoalias]

Ficlet for Randivor April Prompt 24: Horses.

I didn’t think this was really worth posting as it doesn’t go anywhere, but it’s words, so... May as well!  XD

“They always give me so many freckles.”  Randvi says, frowning at the poster pinned to the wooden slats at the back of the station house building.  She has her hands on her hips, resting close to the pair of colt six-shooters slung in leather holsters about her waist.  Her jeans are old and well-worn and comfortable, and she has her hat low across her eyes, so that she has to tilt her chin up to peer critically at the drawing of herself.

“You do get more in the summer.”  Eivor says matter-of-fact, looking over Randvi’s shoulder.  There’s a cut in her shirt sleeve – from getting caught on a nail as she ducked behind a building during the crossfire – and she smells of gun smoke and sweat.  But beneath her Stetson, her eyes are sharp and her grin is feral.  Behind her, the horses stand obediently where they were left, and in their saddle bags lays the heavy bounty that has Eivor is such good spirits.

There’s a reason why both their faces are on wanted posters, after all.

“True.”  Randvi agrees, at length, but then pulls a face, anyway - riled.  “But not that much!  And look at my teeth.  My teeth certainly don’t look like that!”

“That’s because no one could ever properly capture your smile.” Eivor croons, and ducks close and grins at Randvi, until the other woman’s expression breaks, and she rolls her eyes, and returns the smile.  “Your hair is right, at least.”  Eivor offers, and turns back to look at her own poster, nailed into the wall right beside Randvi’s.  A pairing in life as well as in the eyes of the law.  Both are hashed in black and white, with WANTED emboldened above, and a hefty price below.

“Mine never know if I have one eye, or two.”  Eivor continues, squinting with both perfectly clear blue eyes.

Now, it is Randvi’s turn to tease.  “And that’s because you’ve always got a gunsight in front of your left.  And people are normally ducking.”  She adds, laughter in her voice, to which Eivor smirks.  “Also, I wonder if maybe Alvis’ rumours may have spread…”

“Ah, One-Eyed Eivor Wolf-Kissed, she of many names and many murders.”  Eivor chuckles.  “It was a camp fire joke that continued on from town to town.  I don’t even know why he still spins the tale.” Randvi shrugs alongside her, recalling such jovial times spent about a roaring fire in jovial company, hidden in the woods or abandoned farmhouses, and with crates of beer to be shared and enjoyed.  The Raven gang all come from many walks of life – outcasts and murderers and artists and vagabonds – and together they have become a family.  They laugh together, and fight together, and for each other.

“Maybe Holger even drew some of these wanted posters!”  Eivor finishes, with a laugh.

And that too, is another joke.  But it sparks something in Randvi’s quick-thinking mind, and becomes: an opportunity.

“You know, you could be onto something there, my love.”  She says, the idea running wild like a train with its brakes cut.  “A decent sketch.”  She waves her hand at the posters, and Eivor turns to her, expression focusing.  “Increase our bounties to more suitable amounts.”  She smirks and Eivor smirks back in agreement.  “Then we get Sunniva or Norvid, say, to hand us over, all quietly.  They can claim our reward.  And then come nightfall, we...take our leave.”  She finished, voice lilting with good humour.

“Oh, I like the sound of that!”  Eivor smirks, and the excitement dances in her eyes - always up for a challenge, especially if it brushes too close to danger.  “But, as cunning as your plan is, Little Red.”  She continues, tone lowering, and Randvi raises an eyebrow questioningly.  “I see one flaw.”

“And what is that?”

“Holger’s talent.”  Randvi snorts out a laugh, and eyes the posters again.  They are at least vaguely personable.  Holger would render them caricatures, unrecognisable - and thus, unclaimable bounties.

“True, I suppose.”  Randvi says.  “Life can’t all be easy bank robberies.”

“Speaking of easy.”  Eivor says, and she is looking over Randvi’s shoulder.  In the distance, there is a cloud of dust rising across the plain, wafting through cactus groves and dried out scrub, and heading in their direction.  “I think our good friends from Heston Bank have finally figured out where we ran to.”  Randvi glances to follow Eivor’s gaze, and hmms irritably.

“Better keep running then.”  She says, and turns for her horse.  A grand, golden creature, with a mane and tail of silver.  His tack is decorative and extravagant because Randvi appreciates the finer things in life these days - when she can get them - and a nice saddle makes for easier and faster riding when people are hot to chase them.  “Stick together?”  She questions, as she swings herself on board, and the stallion shifts and throws his head, sensing the building unease of the situation.

“Always.”  Eivor says, as she puts her foot in a stirrup and throws herself onto her grey mares back.  She’s gathered the reins and dug in her heels a second later.  “Yah!”

They both take off for the horizon.

[thegc4life]

Hello, Dearheart 💛 I'm dropping by to ask if you have any little ficlets or plot bunnies you'd be willing to share. I've been wanting to write my own, but I don't have the skills to bring anything to fruition. Your works always get my imagination & creativity a running start! If not, I simply want to also wish you a good day/night wherever & whenever you are to see this :)

-Starlight anon 🌠

Starlight! My dearest dear!! You can’t call me Dearheart, love, it will kill me T-T my whole heart. Melted.

And awwww! What a sweet thing to say! I have a whole doc of fic ideas and wips but the majority of them are gifts for people so they must remain a secret! There is a whole section at the end full of random ideas I didn’t know where to put though XD

I’ll put those in, if you’re interested! It’s really just me rambling ideas to myself. But they are cute and/or brain snatching so I think about them a lot.

A lot.

Here you go, Dove!

Apparently a sequel to Haunted House is much loved. Ponder. (Hawks being oblivious to the villain things, they all word it so well XD Heroes think he’s innocent bird guy that needs to be *warned*. Hawks wins over both sides by being an idiot? Perhaps.) oh. OH! (OR, Smokey had a wonderful brain idea, Hawks knows and actively helps them but because of his dedication to them for saving him, his love for them *cough*Spinner*cough* he goes above and beyond all the damn time to keep them all safe and is constantly overworked and exhausted. As Hawks are want to be. So Spinner keeps forcing him to rest or arguing with the others about overworking him. Family bond family bond family bond). Or literally just do a montage of cute with Spinner trying and failing horribly (but in fact succeeding cause the fails are cute af) to flirt and take care of Hawks and Hawks just chilling the fuck out because he’s tired god damn it. And throw in some return gestures of course. Triple that cute output.

Babysitter Eraser/Mic (fuck, find who said this, this is GOOD) for pro hero sibs or kids

Figure out who to put this under, there’s a few who love ShigaHawks: Shigaraki as a hero. Super hardworking and dedicated to his job. The laziest laze to ever laze after. Hawks, who literally will probably explode if he ever stops ever is best friend from childhood (or they both debuted at the same time and somehow this ‘I take care of you’ ‘yeah sure, carry away’ thing was born) and literally just carries him everywhere, spoils the fuck out of him, buys him a bunch of shit. And Shigaraki adores his stupid bird friend that overworks himself and will literally lay on him to make him rest, gets into online fights all the fucking time in his honor (at some point Hawks figures this out), loves preening his wings for him (it’s just platonic preening bro), and makes Hawks feel like Keigo always. Very soft, very sweet, full of asshole banter and adorableness.

EVERYTHING ABOUT KOU EVER

Time Travel Hawks. After he loses his wings, gets chucked back. His younger self is with the commission (very young, has maybe been with them for a year). Approaches the President (scares the shit out of her in her house after hanging around there for a week bumming out of her fridge because she rarely comes home) and admits to her who he is, where he is from… and that’s it. Tells her that he refuses to let her know what is going to happen but convinces her to support him (because she raised him, he knows her, and god damn do I love the potential ‘I don’t really trust you but you’re the only family I technically have and I do trust the pieces of you I’ve known all my life’.) With her backing him he gets shit done (...Maybe gets put in charge of training his younger self? A line about ‘ah, so the handled becomes the handler. Great’. Ohhh, that would work great. Cute moments with little him, and then he gets attached. And he doesn’t want little him turning out like him so ‘to the point’ training sessions turn into flights around the city, introducing all the best restaurants, getting the chicklet some gosh dang friends, ect.) Befriends Twice heckin early (figure out timeline for Twice’s backstory). Jeanist. I don’t know how, but throw Jeanist in there as a pivotal character. Maybe Hawks, not feeling comfy with basically raising himself, introduces baby Hawks to Jeanist somehow and keeps spider webbing meetings between them so Jeanist gets attached (like he knew he would) so that baby Hawks has a super caring, badass Dad (surprise, asshole, you’re also Dad now, so baby Hawks has two at least) Saving of all the children. Knows that Endeavor only started trying to change after All Might fell. So, being Hawks, he decides the best course of action is to beat All Might. 

Compress and his fucking collarbones. A whole damn fic about being too damn attractive. Takes off the mask and fighting stops. Misdirection? YOU MEAN HIS CHEST?! Or his hair. Or his face in general (those fucking collarbones, why you do this Hori? “I can’t draw hot men”, well all I see is EVERYTHING I WANT!)

5 times Hawks ran into the random civilian and the one time he realized it was Wash: what has this discord done to me (...I could do this for PJ. This could work and not kill me inside. Ponder when rested)

Wash as a bartender AU (....Ponder when well rested)

[lilolilyr]

Soulmates AU prompt: andromaquynh and 39?

@salzundhonig oh dear I took a while to get to this one, you changed blogs in-between xD but it fit to the fortnight prompt today, so I finally made myself write it!

anyhow, here goes...

Prompt: 'You and your soulmate share the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.'

Oh man, I love that idea! Especially for the immortals, I mean they just have So Many skills that they could share... And after living together for a while, Andy & Quynh would definitely use it to their advantage with always one focusing on eg the language of a country they're travelling to and another learning a new fighting style... Also for post-canon Quynh, it would help her a lot to still have her aka Andromache's skillset instead of losing a lot through the time she spent drowning...

Oh man, there are so many ideas and I can't even decide what to write a ficlet about xD this AU deserves a proper fanfic, & if sb wants to do just that incorporating my ideas, feel free, just credit me/this post & let me know so I can read ittttt <3

How would this kind of skill sharing work though? Bc I was just thinking, it would be pretty damn weird if a newborn Quynh could talk in however many languages Andy speaks xD but then I'm thinking that that would bever problematic not just in that case but for normal mortals with even just 1+year age differences, too... So I'd say that when there's an age difference, a child gains more and more of their older soulmates skills growing up, and the skills line up completely once they're 18-20 or something. For the older person, they'd just gain whatever additional skills their soulmate slowly learns, so when Quynh's like one, Andy would be able to somewhat understand and only slightly speak Vietnamese.... and sixteen-year-old Quynh would impress/terrify everyone by knowing several martial arts better than her teachers, speaking the languages of many foreign merchants and being able to sneak up to everybody! xD

I'm also interested in Andy's perspective: first she might have thought she can't have a soulmate bc she's immortal, or maybe she thinks she could have had one and would have never noticed bc didn't notice added skills....

Okk I'm drifting off, let's actually write something!

~

the fic got... long-ish xD at the very least more than a quick drabble for tumblr, so I'm posting to ao3! Hope you'll like it :)

~ some prompt lists ~

[daisylincs]

To round off my 2021 completion of my incredibly late Trick or Treats, the lovely @the-astro-ambassadors​ won a Treat from me on Treat Day and asked me to spotlight - and this is the particularly lovely part, haha - whatever I wanted. And after considering it for a bit, I decided that what I want to highlight for all you amazing people who follow me and my craziness is none other than my 100 Followers Celebration.

And, ahem, I know that it’s a slightly odd time to do it, given that I currently have... uh... well let’s just say closer to three hundred than one hundred followers (😱😱😱😍😍😍😭 I love you all SO MUCH, oh my goodness!!!!) Anyway, yes, as you can probably tell from the fact that... well the fact that it’s FEBRUARY 2021 and I am finishing a Trick or Treat challenge, I am late for everything. And this celebration, of course, is no different.

Perhaps a good place to start would be to explain what the celebration was all about? Well, luckily, that one’s pretty simple. I put out the gushy posts (and, honestly, I still get that EXACT same feeling whenever I look at my follows page 🥺💜 you are all the BEST, ahhhh!!!) 

... Oh my gosh, I’m just going to keep going off topic here about how much I love you all, aren’t I? Ahem, MAN, I need to focus. So, here’s the idea: every time I’m hit by a wave of love, I’m just going to put three lemons in parentheses, and you guys will know they mean “I ADORE YOU SO MUCH, I am so touched flattered stunned surprised moved and insanely happy by your follows/care, and right back to you’re the best people on the planet.” Cool? Cool 🤣🤣🤗

So, to try this again, third time lucky - I put out the gushy posts about having 100 followers (🍋🍋🍋) and explained how I’d like to give something back to YOU (because, guess what, 🍋🍋🍋!) So I set up three separate series, called Danny Boy & Quake, Sky’s the Limit, and Spider-Dorks, and asked you guys to send in prompts for what you’d like to see. 

Now, each of the above was aimed at a different section of my followers (🍋🍋🍋). Danny Boy & Quake, for example, is for those of you who are of the Dousy persuasion, and, like me, absolutely loved AoS season 7 and wish the show wasn’t over. So for this series, I’m taking Daisy and Sousa, and basically just... exploring where they go from where canon left us! The first fic, for example, picks up right before the One Year Later time-skip, with Sousa and Kora talking about Daisy and their relationships with her while she’s recovering post-final fight in the healing pod. Then we transition on to Daisy and Sousa bonding with Alya, Fitz, Jemma, and so on... teasing each other about ill-advised 50s haircut choices... and even ending up in the bottom of an ocean as a Fitzsimmons parallel once! 

Basically, it’s about Dousy, and the life they might have post-canon - starting their relationship properly, and the adventures they could have, and just... a SHIELD-crazy, but love-rich journey for them both. 

Next up is Sky’s the Limit, my personal favourite, and, as you may have guessed given that I’m, well, me xD, it’s Staticquake. This one is set in a post-season 2 AU where, a) Jemma never got eaten by the Monolith, and b) Lincoln joined SHIELD as Daisy’s first Secret Warrior. Lash is not a thing, and neither is the ATCU, it’s just... the SHIELD family, with some bonus sweet-babies Staticquake, being themselves, and getting to have that “what if it was all the SHIELD characters but with no life-threatening situations, just like them going shopping at Target, having karaoke nights, binge-watching shows together, and being a family in general” AU situation that the cast and fandom are always saying they’d like so much. 

The first ficlet, for example, is about Lincoln consoling Daisy post-her mom’s death and dad’s mind-wiping, and being the first person she tells about her decision to change her name. From there, we go on to Daisy teasing Fitzsimmons after their successful date, that they actually get to go on, fjslkfjdfljd. After that, we transition into full prank war mode with the whole team, and, of course, an alternate Staticquake get-together... oh, it’s going to be SO FUN. 😍

Last but definitely not least is Spider-Dorks, the series I’m writing for the Spideychelle section of my followers (🍋🍋🍋). It, too, is set in an everything-is-canon-up-until-I-say-to-keep-things-happy AU - this one follows everything that canonically happened right up to and through Spider-Man: Homecoming, but cuts off right after that. And instead of Infinity War, we now get... Peter and MJ being oblivious idiots, Ned shaking his head at them both and also shipping them really hard, and, of course, the three of them getting into all kinds of shenanigans together. 

The first ficlet, to give you an idea, is about MJ in her role as AcaDec captain confronting Peter about always missing practice, and basically being like, you can skip it if you want, just know that I’m coming to your place to quiz your ass off when you are home. And because she’s MJ, she also casually drops the bomb of “oh, and I know you’re Spider-Man...” Of course, a firm friendship develops from there, and the next thing you know, MJ and Ned are testing out Peter’s old webshooters, she’s meeting Natasha, and, because of course, Ned’s doing his very best to set up these two oblivious idiots... Oh, yes, I love this one 😝😍

Now, at this point, you may be thinking, well, gosh, look how organised she is, she’s already gotten all the fics written! or something along those lines, but, uh. While I have invested a lot of time in the planning of these series, nothing has actually been written yet, which... is why I’m here today xD. This is going to be one of my biggest projects for 2021 - writing, posting and finishing these three series. Right after I finish my (hey look, also late!!) agentsofchallenges Fluff Bingo, and try to keep up with my birthday fic writing. 

... andddd this turned into a spotlight of, hey look it’s Lily’s 2021 schedule! Oh gosh, sorry, I’m incorrigible 🙈 But the point of this entire thing is, I’m throwing a spotlight on these three series today so that anyone who’s interested can know that I am actively working on them as of this year, and if you keep a watch on my blog (and, hey, I would not complain to the occasional encouraging/yelling ask in my inbox 😝) then yes, you will see these series before the end of the year. Hopefully. Definitely!!! 

Thank you SO much for playing in my Trick or Treat all those months ago, Heather, and late or no, crazy or no, I hope you enjoyed this answer/treat! Who knows - maybe I’ll even see you in one of these series :D 

And to everyone who read this: ALL THE LEMONS TO YOUUUUU, all of them, I genuinely and absolutely adore you. And am also ridiculously excited to share these series with you guys. AHHHHH. You really are the BEST!!! 😍🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

[troiings]

Hi 👋🏻 I truly like your metas they are all so well thought out! Therefore I have a question Do you think show!yen will be a good guardian/adoptive mother for Ciri? And can the Ciri/Yen relationship somehow still exist in your stone-universe? I’m just curious how far ahead you thought about everything

i feel like the metas that wind up looking most put together are the ones i literally pull out of the air LOL. ty though!

i’ma be real with you... i don’t have much faith in this show. which is probably weird coming from someone who has played like, 1 hour of the first game, a few hours of Witcher 3, and skimmed small sections of the books (i’ve played lots of Gwent though????), but it’s true. for some reason, the show seems to like to leave important character moments offscreen, and try to tell us what development happened. i don’t have much faith in them showing the recovery from the aftermath at Sodden. i don’t have much faith in them showing us Yen growing out of it.

Anya plays a great petulant teenager, and that’s really all i’ve seen of Yen and all i expect to see of her. i’ll have trouble believing her as anything else, even if suddenly she comes off as a great mother figure, if they fail to actually SHOW the development. *shrug* that being said, i don’t have much hope for a believable mother/daughter relationship for Ciri/Yen in the show.

but like... maybe i should be more positive... because this is totally coming across as me shitting on a show i apparently like at least a little.

(real talk though, i Do Not care for Yen. she could be SO sympathetic if they’d treated her differently. which... is part of why i’m writing “stone”)

to answer the back part of your ask, pretty much everything i write for them now comes from the lens of Stone, or at least something similar. frankly, i don’t think Tissaia and Yen can reconcile their past without recovering from that shared trauma together. i’m not sure Yen would be willing to try, and Tissaia is too much of a closed book. but working through that trauma, allowing Yen to see Tissaia at her weakest and Tissaia to see Yen at her most helpless, and forcing them to suck it up and Deal with the other one being privy to that provides a lot of opening for honesty that i can’t possibly see them sharing otherwise. without that recovery period, Yennefer tells Tissaia “you saved me” and then it’s dropped, never addressed again; they move on with their lives.

so to an extent, even that post-Coup ficlet i wrote takes place in a verse where at least something akin to Stone happened before, and it was definitely intended in that piece that Yennefer was spending some time with Tissaia at Aretuza in between other times gallivanting around with Geralt and Ciri.

which kinda segues into another point, which is that while Yen and Tissaia (will) love each other deeply, eventually there may come a time in the Stone universe where Yen wants something that Tissaia, as an aromantic person, isn’t comfortable or isn’t capable of giving her. i think they are both mature and/or open enough with such things to thrive in a relationship where Yennefer has some of her wants/needs met by Tissaia, and some by Geralt, tbh. 

i hope that answers your questions sufficiently? really might have been more info than you wanted xD

[victorluvsalice]

Happy Birthday, Squid!

@gaydragonwizards I’m sorry that 2020 sucks and thus your birthday is likely not all you hoped it would be. I hope this little ficlet will help keep your mood light. It’s based off of our Seamstress AU poly thing, and features a certain little puppy once she’s all grown up. . .plus discussion of the other Absolute Units in the house. XD Enjoy!

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"Ooof!"

"Oh dear – got clobbered again by our favorite puppy, huh?"

Victor scowled up at Alice from where he was pinned on the floor, Holly happily drooling in his face. "I want to reiterate that, at the time I brought her home, I had no clue she was a Saint Bernard," he informed her. "Or that she'd regularly be so happy to see me." He reached up, rubbing Holly's neck before gently pushing on her nose. "Yes, hello, I love you too, now could you please get off me? Off, please. . ."

Fortunately, Holly was willing to be moved, stepping backward so Victor could at least sit up. "Even still – you're fortunate she hasn't given you a concussion yet," Alice said, coming over to offer him a hand.

"She's not – well, she is that big," Victor allowed, taking another look at the panting fur-covered face still so close to his own. "I must just have a very hard head." He accepted Alice's hand, sliding back to extract his legs before glancing back up at her. "After all, I've survived my fair share of hits from Ben too."

"So have I," Alice nodded. "He may look like a giant ball of fluff, but once he leaps into your lap, you quickly realize he's all muscle." She shook her head, helping haul Victor upright. "I'm still amazed any domestic cat can get that big. He rivals Cheshire for size, and he's always been the largest cat I know."

"Being imaginary probably helps there," Victor said, swiping at his legs in a futile attempt to shift some of the dog hair. "But yes, I didn't expect that tiny kitten to become a walking cloud of fur either. Why would anyone breed a cat that big?"

"I haven't a clue, unless it involves some terrifyingly huge mice." Alice frowned as he straightened up, tilting her head back. "All I know is that it's rather disheartening sometimes to realize both the cat and the dog might be taller than you if they stood on their hind legs."

Holly borked, tail wagging as she snuggled Alice's hand in search of pets. "Again, none of us deliberately picked huge pets," Victor reminded her. "It's just – how things ended up."

Alice cracked a smile, idly satisfying Holly's need for scritches. "Things just 'ending up' a certain way describes most of our lives together thus far."

Victor chuckled. "It does, doesn't it?" He reached out and pulled her close. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh, me either. I just wonder why we've made a habit of stumbling into caring for things bigger than ourselves."

"Mum? Papa?"

Victor and Alice turned back toward the door, where Gabriel was peeking in on them. "Mama says it's almost teatime," he reported, stepping inside. "We're having it in the garden today!"

"Oh, lovely – we'll go wash our hands and head right there," Alice told him, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "You do the same, all right?"

"Yes, Mum!" Gabriel promised, eyes bright. "Maybe we can play some croquet too?"

"I think we could." They watched as Gabriel hurried away again, then Alice turned back to Victor with a smile. "Speaking of which. . ."

"Heh – I have to give you that," Victor agreed, laughing softly. "I was nowhere near that tall at nine! I mean, granted, my family is a little weird when it comes to height, but still. I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up taller than me." He examined his skinny arm. "And broader. Another creature that I love who could crush me in an instant."

Alice tugged him down to kiss his cheek. "Well, fortunately for you, Gabriel knows better than the dog or the cat about the consequences of his actions. If he crushes you, it'll be deliberate."

"Oh, comforting."

"It's what I'm best at," Alice said, grinning cheekily. "Now let's get washed up for tea. Don't want to keep our better quarters waiting!"

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-Heading to Beacon Academy- Qrow x Ammy(OC)

Summary: Ammy gets ready to leave her home to travel to Beacon Academy. While on the airship she sees someone. I wonder who it could be? I figured I would finally post some of my mini ficlet I guess you could say. Ammy is my rwby oc and I ship with Qrow. This fic is based back when Qrow was a student at Beacon. I hope you enjoy!

~Heading to Beacon Academy~

"Well its almost time for you to board the airship. You sure about this?" Rhona said as they waited outside the airship heading to Beacon Academy. Ammy adjusted the bag on her shoulder before giving a small nod. Her gaze upon the large airship as she wondered on about life without the pack.

"Yes, I'm sure. I know I could just stay here but you know how I feel. Besides Beacon is the best school to become a Hunter..." she trailed off, her expression saddening as she remembered her other reasons for leaving. Rhona's following suit as she also knew how she was feeling. Ammy had kept it secret from the rest of the pack but she was not only going to become a better hunter but also to start a new life for herself. The place she had once called home didn't feel like it anymore. It hadn't felt like it since her parents died. She kept a smile but that didn't take away how she felt inside. Plus because of what happened to her parents, because of her,she didn't want to endanger the rest of the pack, they were her family after all.  Rhona placed her hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"Hey I know how you feel about all of this but just know that you're always welcomed back here. We're all family here, no matter where we are in the world. There's always an open door." "Thanks Rhona. That makes me feel better. I have to say though you already sound like a leader" she laughed as she gently elbowed her friend in the side. After all Rhona was going to become the new leader of the Gulay pack once she was done with her own studies and such. Ammy was supposed to originally since her mother was the former leader of the pack but she turned it down. After learning what she did as a child she just couldn't take that role, it just didn't feel right to. Hence why she long decided to leave and go find her place elsewhere. "Only to you. I still don't think I'll ever be as great a leader as your mother or my mother at the current moment. I will do my best but I still think you'd be much better to lead...and before you say anything I do understand your reasoning for not becoming so and I respect that fully and will honor it" she said as she pulled her friend close into a hug. Ammy returned the hug and smiled. "Again thank you Rhona. You're a really good friend."

Rhona pulled away and put her hands on her hips confidently. "I believe I am the 'best' friend ever" she exclaimed playfully.

Ammy laughed again as her friend tried to cheer her up. "Yes. Yes you are."

Soon the call for students to begin boarding the airship arrived, drawing their attention away from each other to the ship itself. They watched as the doors opened for them to pile in. Thankfully the ship was quite large so they didn't have to worry about being crammed in. She watched as students began to board, saying their goodbyes to their families and friends who wished them well. Ammy couldn't help but feel anxious.  Rhona turned her attention back to Ammy and placed her hand on her back.

"Looks like it's time..." she trailed off.

"Yeah...its seems that way..." Ammy got quiet as well.

"Hey everything's going to be just fine. You're the strongest person I know and you'll do great out there. Besides if you ever need an ear, I'm here! You know how to reach me now go and show these guys how its done," She gently pushed her forward, "Go on and get out there. The world's waiting for you, now go see it."

Ammy smiled and hugged her tightly. She was going to miss her terribly but they could still talk whenever, which put her mind at ease a little. "See you later then. I'll call you when I get there."

"You better. See ya later wolf girl."

Ammy waved at her as she ran off towards the airship's entrance to join the others. It was exciting sure but also nerve-racking. She had never been away from her pack. Ever since her parents passed away she never ventured too far out, even in town. If she went into the heart of mistral she was usually with Rhona and her mother. She saw Rhona wave back at her before getting a text telling her good luck. Smiling she nodded and went inside. Her eyes wide as she looked around. It was massive inside and quite impressive. Searching for a nearby window to watch them take off, she leaned against the wall. Looking out as the doors finally closed and the pilot announced their ascent, she looked out and watched Rhona as she followed the airship. Waving up at her with a proud look on her face as she did.  Ammy couldn't help but wave back until they were far off the ground. Continuing to watch until she could barely see her home anymore.

With a small sigh she looked over at all the other students who were already running around and mingling and began to feel a little nervous again. Sure some of them she recognized but there were quite a lot more she didn't. Hopefully she could avoid them for the most part. Talking wasn't exactly her strong suit at the moment with how she felt. For now the best thing she could do is explore. It was extremely large, even with all the new students aboard it, meaning there was a good amount of room to wonder between so avoiding was pretty easy. She did bump into one or two people as she rounded a corner, quickly apologizing in turn. Sighing she walked along the massive windows just looking out at the sky to calm herself before turning her attention back to the world around her. That was when she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

In front of her a few feet away she saw a boy and a girl standing near the window, looking out elsewhere. She assumed not only were they siblings but also twins since they looked quite alike. Both with black hair and piercing red eyes. You would've swore they were models or something. It looked like they were scanning the area around them, well the girl was, like she was gathering info but the boy...the boy was looking out at the sky as if disinterested and in his own world. Ammy's attention in turn was more focused on the boy. He was...dare she say it, beautiful. For some reason she was drawn to him, she had never been drawn to anyone before. It was kind of like time stopped, silly thought she knew but that's how it felt to her. Without missing a beat she said exactly what she thought aloud.

"Beautiful."

The boy must have heard her cause he suddenly pulled his attention away from the window. Ammy quickly realized she must have spoke aloud and quickly turned herself around. Ducking around a corner as fast as she could and hoping that he didn't see her. Little did she know the boy had seen her go around the corner but didn't get a look at her face. He  just stood there a little confused for he could've sworn he just heard that girl say something to him but who knows. He just looked on for a moment before turning his attention back to his sister, who was still observing the other students.You'd think she was looking for prey. Feeling her brothers gaze they shared a look before she gestured slightly with her head that they move elsewhere. The boy nodding and following behind but not without looking back once more to see if he'd see whoever it was looking at them again.

Ammy on the other hand was leaning against the wall. Her hand resting on her chest as she felt her heart race trying to figure out what that was all about. That had 'NEVER' happened before. Why did she freeze like that? What was it about him that made her do that in the first place? Let alone run off like a child who had been caught stealing out of the cookie jar. She admitted he was good looking but that didn't mean anything. There were plenty of good looking guys, don't get her wrong but why him? Maybe she was still tired from the night before?  Yeah that had to be it right? Taking a deep breath she gave herself a few moments before she glanced around the corner. She was pretty sure she looked like a fool but hoped he didn't see her. As she looked back at the area he was at she found they had moved elsewhere. Part of her was relieved but the other wanted to go find them again. Shaking her head she told herself no. A sigh escaping her lips as she wondered of to a nearby chair, taking a seat and texting Rhona on her scroll. Thankful for her quick response she continued to talk to her for the rest of the ride or at least most of it.

Time passed and soon she heard the announcement of them arriving in Vale.Stopping what she was doing, she finally peered out the window to see her new home. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her. It was beautiful and quite the sight to behold. Holding her scroll in hand she took a deep breath and prepared for what her new world had in store for her.

I hope you like it!

Oh btw my ship name for them is Qrowmitty XD Ammy’s full name is Amitty but she prefers Ammy instead.

[heytheredeann]

35 ways you said “I love you”

21/35: Too quick, mumbled into your scarf. Happy holidays, everyone! I was planning on posting a one-shot one of these days, but I haven’t had time to finish it, so you get a ficlet instead. It’s not exactly Christmas themed, but it’s winter-themed, so hopefully it’s close enough XD It’s set in a Neal Somehow Lives AU, Neal and Emma are sharing an house with the Charmings. Enjoy!

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Emma is cold.

Her sleepy brain spares a few moments to curse at Storybrooke’s chilly Decembers, but at the end of the day she doesn’t want to wake herself up completely, so she clasps the covers, curling a little more on herself and shifting towards Neal’s side of the bed, looking to exploit his body heat.

She’s startled into realizing that his half of the bed is empty when her skin touches the icy mattress.

Automatically retrieving back to the warm spots on her side, her eyes by now shot open, she frowns at the empty bed, as if that could give her any answers.

It’s a bit unusual, these days, for Neal to wake up in the middle of the night and walk off nightmares. She wants to think that he maybe just got up to get himself a glass of water, for whatever reason, but the bed is too cold for that, and she has a bad feeling about this anyway.

With a resigned sigh and taking a mental note to at least ask for a ‘best girlfriend in the world’ mug for Christmas, she kicks away the covers, shivering as soon as she sets her feet on the ground.

Her intention is to go check downstairs, see if he has decided to cast himself out on the couch to watch some TV or if he’s eating away his feelings, but she catches a glimpse of the early morning light through the curtains, and she walks up to the window to take a look at the snow falling. Moved by an hunch, she looks down, and sure enough Neal is pacing around in the garden.

He did bother to put a jacket on, but he’s definitely underdressed for a walk in the snow, and the way he’s carrying himself, head attempting to sink in the collar of his coat and hands in his pockets, tells her that he is cold enough that it’s concerning that he didn’t get back inside already.

Resigned to the idea of joining him and freezing her ass off, only slightly less than she is concerned for him, she quickly puts on some clothes, grabbing her hat and scarf for good measure, other than one of the trillions of scarves that Neal leaves around the room – that he didn’t think to take one might be a pretty concerning sign too.

She tries not to make too much noise as she gets downstairs, glancing at her parents’ bedroom and half expecting one of them to come out because their overprotective-parent senses were tingling. She gets to the front door undisturbed, and she braces herself in preparation for the cold air.

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3x16 Reaction / Commentary

Alec “Proud Puppy” Lightwood

THAT FACE HAHA. Also crêpes man I'm jealous.

Rude man, don't rip him away from his hard earned waffles.

This is so hilarious to me, okay, this prompting hand flick Alec does (which you can't see here because I can't gif, only screenshot ahahaha) man I love it. Sadly I didn't find a gif of this yet, so I can't put one :( I can't even put into words why it's so hilarious to me. And Magnus's sceptical gaze hahaha.

Edit: I FOUND ONE

HAHAHA HELL YEAH

I mean we all knew this was fake, not least because it implies Magnus is wearing the same outfit two days in a row and obviously this would NEVER happen, but also because in no universe does Alec have smooth dance moves. It's a law of nature.

lol is this an innuendo or something because I don't get it, pls help

Tiny waist touch is spotted and highly appreciated.

That scene transition was brilliant and there is nothing else to say about it. I lost count of how many times I've rewatched it because it's awesome. The way Alec's voice sounds slighty off, the way Magnus gets heavier in his arms, the way everything spins out of focus, and Alec's last “Stay with me” sounds almost hard with urgency.

When I first saw this I was legit yelling at the screen why the hell Alec is just shaking him instead of, idk, doing CPR but I did him a grave injustice there because he actually does and I really appreciate that. (Though, if he learned first aid I wonder all the more about 3x12 (or was it 3x13, I lost count lol) where he just lets Sentry Guy die without even trying to save him.)

That being said, I'm really happy we got to see the immediate aftershocks of it because I was half afraid this episode would just start with Magnus in the infirmary bed. Still, I have a question. Who called Catarina? Izzy? Because why is she then so shocked when she learns Magnus is not breathing? When she presumably first entered the room to receive the instruction to call Catarina, did she not... wonder why Alec was cpr-ing him? Or did Magnus not immediately stop breathing after collapsing but just, faded slowly while Alec had already told Izzy to call Catarina? I kinda wanna know the mechanics here.

I mean, no surprise there if you keep killing them?? Ahahaha.

My fangirl brain: What, General Amaya from the Dragon Prince is gonna appear? Sign me the hell up!!!! My rest-brain catching up: No this is not a crossover and no, r is not y and just, no. My fangirl brain: :<

........ignoring the fact that summoning her is super stupid, there's also the tiny detail that they don't have leverage why would she help them are they just gonna say “pretty please”?? I can't believe them.

lol Bohemian if you see this, this panel is only for you to haunt your dreams XD hehehe sorry sorry but I just couldn't resist XD

Wtf I can't believe those words just came out of his mouth. Jace, you're gonna start with a pep talk? You were possessed and forced to do things against your will, you should know better than this. Honestly.

The way his voice goes up, just kill me now.

THIS DETAIL OH MY GOD

I absolutely loved this scene, in terms of acting it was perfect and it was painfully in character for Alec to blame himself for everything that's not going alright with someone he loves. The problem I have however (because come on, there's always a problem with me) is that they genuinely want to tell me that Alec didn't realize Magnus was faking it? Magnus loses his magic and he “doesn't think twice”? I mean, that's either really really insensitive or really really stupid. And Alec might be insensitive sometimes, but not like that and he surely isn't that stupid. So, uh, I don't really like that bit. Again, if he was secretly happy that Magnus's immortality is gone that's one more thing to feel intensely shitty about, I get that, but being secretly glad how things turned out and not realizing the other person is suffering from how things turned out are two entirely different things. And just, tf Alec. He can't possibly be that dense, can he, that he genuinely thought Magnus was okay with this. Even if he thought this was something Magnus could get used to in the long run, he didn't expect him to need some kind of settling-in period? Really??

HELL YEAH I STAN CAT SO HARD IN THIS SCENE. And I'm so glad she's the voice of reason in this.... after deigning to appear at long effing last ahahaha sorry not sorry for that dig XD Look it's not her fault, it's the screen writers'.

I got a soft spot for Simon calling her Fray. Also, high-key loving how they're all sitting there waiting for news and finally acknowledging that something's up with Magnus.

LOL CLARY TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL. Kidding. It was the Evil Rune at work again, even though she's nowhere near fire. Maybe it was the hypnotic neon lights? In any case, this is becoming a real problem lol. (No, tbh I found that outbreak totally hilarious XD)

.............................*sigh* I mean, your fierce determination doesn't change the fact that this plan is doomed to fail and you still don't have any leverage over Lilith, but sure. Go off.

YEAH BECAUSE AS SHE PROVED SHE HAS COMMON SENSE. Though I really hope she also told Alec about this dumb-ass request by his dumb-ass parabatai so he can intervene. But, tbh I don't really expect that to happen. *sigh*

Kill herself and then revive herself, hoping a short moment of death is enough to severe the connection? Or maybe, uh, try to use her rune power to cancel her Evil Rune instead of summoning Lilith??? Just for starters.

WTF I CAN'T BELIEVE I'D SEE THE DAY WHERE  J A C E  IS THE VOICE OF REASON WTF COLOR ME IMPRESSED I LOVE IT

“See, I infused it with a strong dose of Plot Convenience, so that shouldn't be an issue.”

THE PORTRAIT IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHAHAHA

“Why? Why do you hate him so much?” “It's simple. All my life I've had to sit by and watch...”

Thanks for 100% confirming my headcanon, I do love that :)

BAM!!!

I really like the detail that he's so out of breath from the magic, it shows that it was probably more harmful that just a shove back? Oh the questions I want to ask.....

Bitch you're 484 don't round down so much hahaha

Is Lorenzo actually gonna be swayed by this????????????????????? uh

Edit: Ahahaha we later learn he actually is and obviously I had to write a ficlet about it, so uuuuh whatever I'll put it at the end with all my other shameless self promo I'll include in this thing XD

OH YEAH I remember the “Different outfits for different occasions” comment from 2x19 I wonder what she'll wear? The same, or even older??? Btw why does she share a smile with Meliorn as if this is a private joke? Because, like, it isn't.

I mean that's touching and all, but that doesn't change the fact that Lilith loves you and seeing you dead would absolutely tear her apart, thus making this a fitting revenge. Wtf Jonathan this is no sound counterargument.

Hm. Tbh I liked her youngest self best? But she's still cast very well. And I recognize that her talking face to face with Jonathan would have been a little ridic if she only reached his navel XD

Ugh, Bohemian, can you see me rolling my eyes?

lol at least this was funny

OMG Luke could you be any more dramatic, are you actually kidding me. I'm gonna be sick soon if you don't cut the bs.

Wow the first sign of Sizzy that didn't suck, yay! XD this was actually pretty sweet.

Oh you mean that time that Raphael was feeding on her and they were indulging in mutual addiction? Because as soon as Izzy was clean she steered clear of Raphael.

..............................................what happened to “scumbag ex”? Why am I even asking?

?? Yeah? What happened to “While Saia lasted it was the best thing ever?” Then again that was what, three episodes ago? Can't hold him accountable for something that happened so long ago, right.

Hahaha okay that was cute.

1) LOL how hilarious would it be if they summon Lilith and just get her corpse plus Jonathan holding the sword still sticking out of her chest. 2) Jonathan is a true sadist, making her wear those heels. 3) Who's that wheelchair for? I mean, Lilith designed this apartment for her disciples, right?

.................which she doesn't need, since she's no warlock and her powers come from her angel blood, not ley lines. So, points for trying, show, but please don't mix up your races. Makes you look so unprofessional. (Except if this is a hint that shadowhunters also run on ley line energy, have ley line magic flowing through them etc. but honestly I'm not even entertaining the thought because then I'd have a conniption.)

Wtf it's literally standing twenty seconds of intense mindnumbing pain, why the hell would you need a coach for that? Just hold it together and endure it. Also, if they attempt it, 20 bucks say he'll die for some dramatic Sizzy “Oh shit you could really have died, too” moment.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- sarcasm.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- no sarcasm.

Honestly, Magnus's touch is natural and familiar (btw love the uncoordinated grabbing) while Alec turns Magnus's chin as if he's trying to make as little physical contact as humanly possible. Is a hand on his cheek really too much to ask for? *sigh*

lol you'd think he'd start with that immediately after Magnus wakes up instead of taking risks (it's what I would have done) but whatever.

He's.... actually there to help? For free? Or is Alec gonna have to hand over the Institute's keys to him when the job is done? Lol. (Also that suit jacket could be straight out of Magnus's closet.)

Oh my God Alec just say he could die. Why sugarcoat it? Say it how it is, and Magnus might listen to you.

.........yeah. This is so relatable and I love how he delivers this line. The desperation is clear, but he's also determined about it. Also, quick question, why didn't Alec get Catarina to be there when Magnus wakes up instead of Lorenzo? I'm not saying it would have changed the outcome but it might just have made Magnus feel less shitty about being exposed to his nemesis in this weak state. Then again I get it, Alec is running on panic and instinct, so consideration is the last thing on his mind.

This scene was amazing. Or, lol, this part of the scene. Magnus's performance is stellar and FYI the next thing he says, the “Look at me! Can you honestly say you like this?” was improvised and that's just ugh so good. Coincidentally this is also where my issues with this scene begin. They're not about how the characters act, I found that part very very fitting; it's meta.

The issue Magnus is having isn't about some fear that Alec won't love him anymore now that he doesn't have his magic anymore. Magnus is projecting. His issue lies within himself. He feels differently about himself, he can't say he likes this, and it's only in conclusion that he assumes it must be the same for Alec. But Alec isn't the root of this issue. But of course it's easier to pretend it's about Alec than to openly admit his severe self-image issues, so that's what Magnus does. Perfectly ic to me. The problem I have here is that if we take what Magnus says at face value it appears that Magnus only wants his magic back so Alec will keep loving him (sidenote: even more if you cross out Harry's addition and just focus on the “You fell in love with the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Can you honestly say you don't feel differently about me?”) and the solution to that is clear: Alec drops some wedding vows, problem solved.

But that's not the problem here. Magnus would literally rather be dead than without his magic and no amount of Alec waxing poetry about him is going to change that. And honestly, I'm so grateful for Harry's addition because that made it abundantly clear to me that Magnus is projecting. His bewildered “Can you honestly say you like this?” is an admittance of “I see what I am now and I can't bear it, so how could you?” If that scene had been about Alec, that would have been so uncalled for.

And also loooool but uuuuuuhhh I found Alec's speech less than impressive? I'm sorry, I know he tried but it just didn't work for me? I felt like it really wasn't up to his usual par. Lol I honestly rolled my eyes when he started about the spark that lights up the room XD It felt impersonal, kinda. It's hard to describe. Of course I can cut him some slack on that, because he was emotionally severely overchallenged in that moment and had to make it up on the fly, but uh. Yeah.

Anyway what I really didn't like was his closing line because it kinda sounded as if he was making that decision for Magnus and that's not his place. It might be dangerous and stupid and “not worth the risk” but Magnus isn't in a place where he should have his authority revoked, so. Kept from gambling with his life, yes. With sound arguments and empathy, yes. With dictation, no. So that didn't go over too well with me. Anyway I channeled that into a ficlet already, too, which I'm also advertising at the end.

......has she just been sitting there for six episodes? Btw I wonder, if Jonathan is happily manipulating Lilith by faking positive emotions towards her I don't get why he totally fell for it every time Clary did the exact same thing to him.

THAT MALICIOUS SMILE HAHAHA THE LITTLE (S)ASS

1) SO SHE'S LITERALLY BEEN SITTING THERE FOR SIX EPISODES?!?!!?!?!

2) Why hello there Plot Point XD srsly why tf would Asmodeus use Magnus's magic instead of his own if, need I remind you, his own demonic magic is stronger than Magnus's, Magnus's wasn't even enough to destroy her demonic possession on Jace.... so why would Magnus's magic be enough to bind Lilith, the mother of that possession, to a room? Uh, lemme guess... Plot Convenience? So when, theory time!, Lilith is slayed he has no need for it anymore and can return it to Magnus?

“...to kill you while you were weakened.”

WOW WHAT A DELIVERY AMAZING

........I gotta be honest, I was really confused at his submissive behavior but then I realized... they have a 10 year history of these mechanisms, and slipping back into the pattern of things must be so easy. Also, I mean, that paints a really wonderful and peaceful image of his formative years, right?

Jimon Shipper Moment <3 ;) Look I don't even ship it, but their bickering is high-key amusing to me.

Instead of just standing between them from the get go? Why?

?????? I guess the incest runs in the family, pun not intended?????? Btw Jonathan's weird incest-y obsession makes so much sense now. If this is literally the only way he ever learned how “familial love” (Lilith Greater Demon Edition) is expressed I have no questions anymore. Seriously, he's so screwed over by everyone and it's just unfair. (On that note, glad we never had to see him make out with Valentine. Some things are just too terrible to envision. Damn, why did I say that, I should just shut up for all of our sakes.) Anyway, back to our favorite tortured soul here, I'm honestly not even sure if I can hold the incest thing against him any longer. His entire life consisted of being raised by Valentine, who kept him in a hut in the woods where he never got to see anyone but him, and then Edom where there was Lilith and demons. It makes a horrifying amount of sense that normal human norms mean nothing to him. He's never lived them, he's never witnessed them and maybe he doesn't even know them. So yeah. I guess I'll just add the incest thing on the long long list of things that are due to the stellar parenting he enjoyed, and not entirely his fault.

Damn so close to see my prognosis come true. Then again, I guess this was just the perfect timing because who knows if Lilith won't even help them now kill Jonathan because betrayal bla bla.

1) No need to twist the knife, then again this is Lorenzo so what am I even expecting.

2) WTF ARE THEY REALLY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS SOME MORE?!?!?!??!?!

3) If it's like a transplanted organ being rejected by the body, just, idk, look for a different warlock whose magic fits Magnus better? There must be tests for that kind of thing? And even if there isn't, if you go slow and don't immediately portal all over the world plus end an encanto-coma you should be able to tell the magic doesn't fit pretty quickly without going into cardiac arrest. Magnus only got some nosebleed at first, remember, and it got worse only because he didn't slow down. I'm just saying, there would be Ways.

Wow I never realized before that he's actually got an undercut. Makes his hairstyle look even stupider.

Wow I believe this even less now than I did in 3x12.

“Let's hug in these trying times, but please make sure your face doesn't touch mine, otherwise people might draw the absurd and outrageous conclusion that we're in a relationship or something.”

Honestly. Their portrayal of casual intimacy is abysmal and I hate it.

1) The infirmary is very weird and open space for a place that should be easily closable if you need to contain, idk, sick people and their viruses and keep it sanitary. 2) I've been wondering since the start of the episode, did Lorenzo's pony tail get shorter? Wasn't it longer before? 3) At least Malec managed to make their feet intersect minimally, so yay for small mercies.

“One dose of Plot Convenience, coming right up.”

They're just.... gonna torture her? Really? I don't even have words for this. Oh no, I do:

Seriously. It's as if morality isn't a thing, and torturing a sentient being isn't always and under all circumstances a Wrong and Bad thing to do. Because clearly if the person receiving torture is just Evil Enough then it's okay. Thanks for standing by and doing nothing Simon, this is exactly the reason I hate your inconsistent streak on this matter. I don't even expect better from the born shadowhunters, and Clary is way to un-reflected to even twitch but. Ugh. Why am I even wasting my breath (my typing capacity?) on this. It's pointless.

Wow this is pointless, too. I mean, why is Izzy not interfering? She literally just fell down. She shouldn't be out of comission by this. Ugh.

Also ugh to Izzy slinging her whip around his hand instead of, idk, his whole upper body and his arms.

Also ugh to Simon waiting to attack Jonathan until the last second as a heroic saving move to save Izzy which, ugh.

But this here

#AwkwardGrownUpSquad

I'm honestly lol'ing so hard right now. Hahahaha this is just hilarious to me. Then again, who knows, maybe now they'll team up with Jonathan to kill Lilith and I'll get my hopes up again for a redemption arc XD

......................HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Btw I bet you she copied that move from Doctor Strange.

lol another thing I didn't see coming.

1) Hello Hannibal lol 2) Who went in there and put restraints on him? 3) Who's gonna pay that Seelie actress now??

This scene was actually nice? I know, I'm surprised myself.

How convenient. I mean, good thing he didn't say “Glorious” otherwise Izzy might have thought he was asking for that one ESC song to be played at his funeral.

Please, Maryse, don't flatter yourself, all you had to do was scratch Elliot's corpse from the floor boards, the rest was already completely furnished.

..................................................................................................................bye

Look, while part of me is undeniably thrilled at the prospect – because while I was totally rooting for a Malec Wedding I was pretty sure it was an unachievable dream, just like hoping for Sheith – this is exactly what I mean with taking things at face value. Alec takes Magnus at his words (that he has doubts Alec will still love him now that he lost his powers) and so he thinks that a grand gesture of commitment will fix it.

But it won't, because that's not the problem. Or at least I hope it's not the problem, I mean if I lost my arm my main worry would be “Holy shit how am I gonna cope without my trusty appendage” not “What are the neighbors gonna think? Will I still be able to rock my favorite outfit without that limb?”

Anyway. I don't think this'll go over too well at this point in time. And honestly, Alec just realized at the beginning of this episode that he was fooled by Magnus's coping facade and tricked into thinking Magnus would be fine without his magic. And now Magnus has lost is magic again and Alec just... makes the same mistake again, blindly believing the words coming out of Magnus's mouth instead of taking a look for himself and seeing how Magnus is faring? Did he learn nothing from this? Alec. Why are you like this.

Anyway, conclusion time: This episode was way more reasonably paced than the last, the shit decision making was kept to a minimum (except for the part where they, y'know, summon Lilith back to earth) and Jace gets a diligence starlet for displaying common sense.

And now, self advertisement time! I wrote three ficlets: a) a continuation of the scene with Alec and Lorenzo b) a gap-bridging Malec scene set after the “I won't lose you” line and finally c) a what-I'd-like-to-see-happen-in-3x17-fic where Alec tells Izzy about his proposal plans.

I'd be thrilled if you checked one of them out. Until next time XD

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updates??

Heya, Nonners 8D sorry I’ve been a bit mia last couple weeks. Life got kinda lively on me. And... likely will continue to be so for the foreseeable future, but I LOVE this kink, and love the community and DO really want to write more for you guys and get to know you all. Thanks for being patient with me, and checking in XP I’m workin’ on it. SO! Without further ado, the update I promised before leaving for con:

Most of these are just vague concept ideas, but I want to write at least 1-2k ficlets for them, maybe something longer.

Firstly, I’ve got two big ideas I wanna work on related to @ginger-and-mint‘s beautiful di-mage verse :3 That first tutorial scene between Elliott and Grayson was SO cool, I LOVE the dynamics growing between them, and I am a HUGE fan of water-bloat and the aftermath there-in. Myx tells me she isn’t a huge fan of Omorashi, so it likely won’t appear in her story, but I would LOVE a bit of Grayson all squirmy and excited from all the water that’s moved to his Bladder, and Elliott’s all, “no, cast first. You’re almost there, don’t stop and throw away all your casting components!” because he’s a hard-ass, but a hard-ass who knows what he’s doing XP Though I’m also tickled by the idea of swapping them around and jumping ahead in the timeline to where they’re actually a couple so Grayson can help Elliott, who seems to have a LOT more interest in stuffing from the receiving end. Grayson seems to enjoy giving it more.

My other idea is a bit more vague (and that first one wasn’t all that concrete, I know XP) but just... our freshman class on a day off, perhaps shortly after midterms :3 so they’ve spent the last week/month REALLY training up, casting every day, eating and over eating, and they’re finally DONE. no more studying, no more NEED to eat themselves silly. But because they’ve been eating So Much lately, they’re all stretched out, and their stomachs are READY for that kind of daily eating... so here they are, sprawled out on the lawn more than a little full already, but still kinda idly thinking about how they could eat more, maybe encouraging each other, goading the others on... you know Bramley could eat a whole watermelon in one go if he wanted.. XP and with his friends cheering him on, well, of course he wants.

Next, where I’ve got both the most and least bit of ideas formulated is my Princling OCs. I’m working on the ‘verse and the characters, I want to build on that more, need to think about other characters I want to add in. Biggest thing is I have yet to come up with much of a “plot” outside the romantic tension, which while I love me some romantic tension, it’s kinda... formulaic. So... until I come up with a good story, that one’s probably gonna be a lot of bulletted headcanon type posts and the like. But I LOVE sharing them, and they love getting their hands on each other, and the PINING, so.. ask away XD

I haven’t worked out any details to this next one yet. I’m poking at the concept, but I don’t have any characters or anything. I’m fairly poly, and I LOVE the dynamics of polyamorous relationships. They’re complex, they’re versatile, and there’s just more people loving even MORE people, what’s not to like there? 8D I’m interested in writing a story about a “set”? of four people, each is a couple they’re sexual/romantic partners together, and one from each of those couples is into NON-sexual kink activities together. so like, A sleeps with B, C sleeps with D, and B and C like to go stuff themselves silly on the reg maybe talk themselves up into a bit of a tizzy before going home to their partners and getting their cuddle on. Bit of belly petting all around, and sometimes there’s sex after they get home, but also just... not all kink is sexual. I want to explore that. If you’ve got some questions or ideas, PLEASE hop in my inbox or message me, I LOVE talking this stuff 8D

And for last I’ve saved the thing I’m closest to actually sharing- kinda... XP I’ve got... somewhere around 3k written of Incubus sex :3 And we all know that Incubi eat sexual energy, so where does all that energy go? I’m amazed I’ve never run into an incubus with a tummy-ache after a marathon before like... even if you’re not kinky, that just sounds ADORABLE! But of COURSE, in the process of writing this, I’ve been building the characters and the ‘verse and also listening to “Hideaway” by Kieza on repeat, and I’ve realized, while that song is fucking INSPIRING to my writing abilities XP it’s actually, lyrically REALLY applicable to how these two characters MET... :3 so... now I’ve got some plans to write a prequel fic about the two of them navigating romance, semi-fame, sex and sexuality and the importance of balancing both secrets and communication in a relationship.

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I'm a Zenyuki shipper. Or at least I thought I am one of them. Your fics are confusing me. After reading them it feels like I was blind until now and I manage to ship only obiyuki now. So, thank you, I guess? Now I'm searching for other authors like you, do you have any recommendation? (Good fan art interests me too) Have a nice day!

hahahaha… Maybe you’re a multi-shipper, nonny. No harm in that!

In response to your request for recommendations, though… :3 :3 :3

OBIYUKI’S ASSEMBLE!! :D

I have a LIST, friend. A magnificent LIST of authors for you to choose from but is probably not all inclusive. I wrote this a couple of months ago when someone else asked me for recs and we have GROWN significantly since. Lemme give you a 4-author starter pack that’ll keep you busy reading for some time, and then there are many many more.

IF SOMEONE SEES THIS AND REALIZES I SKIPPED THEM/SOMEONE ELSE, PLEASE REBLOG/COMMENT FOR ME I HATE TO LEAVE PEOPLE OUT AND I KNOW I PROBABLY AM RIGHT NOW.

All of the following authors also have AO3 accounts:

@sabraeal, naturally. She is my writing buddy and I love her deeply. Plus, she knows EXACTLY how to murder me. (Pls start with Seven Suitors and then go harass her for more All Pain Will Turn to Medicine for me. ty ^_^ )

@infinitelystrangemachinex - Gorgeous prose, beautiful stories, breaks my heart every time (pls do it some more?)

@vivianwisteria - Just amazing writing. Wonderfully emotional and complex. She gets a visceral reaction out of me with every update.

@xaphrin - This woman. This woman destroys me ALL THE TIME with all the lovely goodness (She’s also one of my favorite readers! Because she gets SO MAD AT ME :D )

MORE AUTHORS In alphabetical order:

@akai-vampire - Has been putting out some amazing multi-shipper content since long before I joined this fandom, but of course I am partial to her obiyuki content. She’s a grab bag of sweet and “hey who’s cutting onions in here?”

@another-miracle - Has dared to put onto the screen the hurt/comfort follow up fic that we all wanted, we all craved. I have it saved in my inbox so I can have feelings about it regularly. Has written some fantastic shorts since!

@azalearhoden - Writes some amazing prose of short moments glued together into something gorgeous and beautiful that I would have never thought of!

@codango - Look. L O O K. You may think that you don’t need cowboy Obi, but trust me… you do. You so so do. (Also has an assemblance of shorts that range from OH MY HEART T_T to Oooohhh myyyyy :3 )

@claudeng80 - Has a million ideas and puts them to paper in record time! There’s too many stories for me to wrap her up into one sentence!

@glitter-and-golden - A obiyuki kids story that’ll break your heart and some fantasy fantasticness. 

@jaygirl987 - From short hot scenes to her first multi-chapter fic that is turning into something epic, I love her stuff!

@k-itsmaywriting - Freakin amazing woman who puts out the most beautiful AU’s. I love it when she can come to play and I hate to see her leave, but school is the most important, yo!

@kaedix - Writes the sweetest stories, from mama and papa Obiyuki to the Mall AU that I am still dying over almost a year later.

@krispy-kream - I don’t know how many times I have seen this one post and I have been LITERALLY TERRIFIED to click on the link because she DESTROYS ME WITH HALF A SENTENCE. (No, seriously, I still can’t get through this without tearing up)

@lalesath - Has written ONE GORGEOUS, FEELS INDUCING FIC for us, but there is more trapped away in her computer. I feelz it in my bones. Won’t you feed us? XD

@littleaverill - Puts out some amazing ficlets that have you begging for more! I wish I could write like her…

@maverae - Has written TWO fics to share with the class, BUT I KNOW SHE IS HIDING MORE FROM US. Give us your delicious prose! We are hungry!

@nebluus - Has STILL written my all time favorite Obiyuki fic, Blizzard. That story gives me all the feely feels in my little shipper heart.

@nonstopdoodle - Girl is filled with fantasy and writes the COOLEST AU’s. I love them all so much.

@obiisms - I lovelovelove her Meaning of Trust fic on AO3 you don’t even know how much. She takes hard subjects and just delivers.

@onoheiwa - Hnnnnnnggggggggg writes some of the most amazing short stories. I die over her arranged marriage fic (Did not know this was a thing of mine, BUT I GUESS IT IS A THING)

@owlsshadows - Oh man. Oooooh maaaannnnnn.. if you have not read her gender swap AU where Obi is the pharmacist and Shirayuki is the assassin, you have not lived.

@ruleofexception - I wanna say she is our FASTEST writer, throwing out some amazing fics within a day and cutting through ALL the BS!

@thelionshoarde - Oh myyyyy… how do I wrap this one up? You’ve gone some delicious canon-esque smut with feels and some fantastical AU’s to choose from. Please enjoy with my blessing :3

ARTISTS (also in alphabetical order and some of these will be repeats):

@goldenrose101 - My friend. You must. YOU MUST view their obiyuki comic. And then love it. IT IS A REQUIREMENT

@heartamplifier - Again. Some amazing. Amazing. AMAZING. edits and manips. I love her

@lalesath - F A N T A S T IC and G O R G E O U S edits! SO MANY OF THEM.

@miinah13 - Just adore their drawings BUT BE CAREFUL! SHE HAS A SERIES THAT MAKES ME CRY BIG FAT UGLY TEARS but you should totally check out anyway

@nebluus - You may notice that she is listed twice. THAT IS BECAUSE SHE IS AMAZING. Search her ansh tag for Akagami no Shirayukihime art.

@nonstopdoodle - YES. SHE ALSO DOES THE ART!

@stuffaeamade - My goodness gracious, she has the MOST impressive tag for AnS art. I HIGHLY recommend.

@thelionshoarde - YES YET ANOTHER AUTHOR THAT ALSO DOES THE ART!

@vfordii - Oh my… I absolutely love everything that she does, but my top two have GOT to be Obiyuki Kiss and Bellydancer Obi. (I’m sure she will convince me that there are more delicious arts waiting in her brain to be posted, BUT I LOVE THOSE THE MOST NOW

@youseimanami - One of our newest and (hands down) most prolific artist (she just completed Inktober and did 31 DAYS OF OBI/OBIYUKI CONTENT. GO LOOK AT THE MAGNIFICENCE. GO GO!) and is a very sweet and encouraging person.

@yumelinh - I absolutely adore the way she does her edits and colors our favorite characters. They are fantastic.

Special mention to @akagami-no-rae because, while she is not obiyuki, she likes hanging out with us and graces us with Hnnnng-worthy AMV’s, edits, and artwork! (occasionally a fic, too

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Prompt Fill - Ace/Aro Ficlet #2

Sooo, I meant to fill these a while ago but got distracted, I’m sorry!

The original prompt was from @stardust-from-your-eyes who requested “Hey, could you write a small drabble with ace characters? Bonus for aromantic, there really aren’t enough aro/ace characters out there. At least one female please???”

I wrote a guy/girl fill for this one earlier (here) but I also wanted to write a girl/girl and guy/guy fill. So please enjoy the lesbian romance for this prompt :) I’ll post the guy/guy in the coming days!

Unbetaed because everyone is busy at the moment XD

It could be hard to fall in love, especially when it was difficult to pinpoint what love meant to you.

Sometimes understanding the difference between ‘this gorgeous friend I have’ and ‘this gorgeous person I want in my life’ was to realise they were almost interchangeable.

Love was difficult and no two loves were really the same – and the way that Makenzie loved was also different to many other people. Where most people wanted physical intimacy, she only wanted the emotional kind. She wanted to love and live and share a life with someone... but she didn’t want anything more.

You want a friend, people told her – but no, no she wanted more than that; they just couldn’t understand.

The other big problem, if that wasn’t already limiting her choices enough, was that Makenzie had found herself drawn exclusively to women from a young age.

Woman were beautiful with lovely curves and gorgeous smiles while men were just... not? There was aesthetic attraction, maybe, but women just stole her heart with nothing more than a bright laugh and a shy grin.

And it was that kind of instant adoration and butterflies when she met Penny.

They met in the library of all places, when Makenzie was burrowed under a mountain of books just enjoying the quiet and the warmth and not expecting anyone to interrupt her. But Penny did.

She was polite and beautiful with her brunet hair falling in soft waves down her back. Her dress was bright and floral and flowing in a way that made her look like she could walk out of a beauty magazine. Makenzie felt entirely too plain and ridiculous with her long, fluffy cardigan that fell over her hands and her glasses sliding down her nose.

Penny smiled at her and asked if she could please borrow one of the books Makenzie had as she needed to reference something for a paper she was writing. Makenzie had just nodded, feeling tongue-tied. She’d expected the other woman to leave, but she just took the book and sat down opposite her and carefully started looking for the information that she wanted.

It wasn’t what she expected and somehow it gave Makenzie the courage to curiously ask what she was researching.  It turned out, once you got Penny to start talking it was almost impossible to make her stop.

She was passionate and beautiful and they spoke for hours as they talked about their mutual and differing passions. Penny came and sat down beside her, their hands brushing as they shared books and they even walked to get coffee and lunch together at the nearby cafe, not wanting to stop talking even when they needed a break for some food.

Makenzie was having the best day. It was like a fairytale, one that only got better when they were leaving the cafe and the brunet asked her if she’d like do it again, if she’d like to go on a date.

Penny was so open in her request, full of hope and confidence and Makenzie said yes without thinking. She only started to regret and worry about the decision after they’d exchanged numbers and parted for the day.

That was when she began to realise what she’d done and what she hadn’t explained when she’d accepted the other woman’s proposal.

It didn’t make her regret the acceptance, it just made her nervous for the explanation; how soon was too soon? How long was leading the other woman on? Makenzie hadn’t been on a date in well, ever, and it made her nervous.

How did she explain what she was? Aromantic. Was it too presumption to say it on the first date? Did it mean she thought that Penny was attracted to her and that’s what she wanted? The questions cycled through Makenzie’s mind until she was almost sick with nerves.

When the date finally came, Makenzie dressed in a nice top, a nice skirt and the baggy cardigan that somehow gave her comfort as she played with the sleeves. She was early and she’d already chosen a table out the front of the cafe.

Perfect for a quick getaway.

She was still fiddling and picking at the edge of her cardigan when Penny arrived. She was in another dress; just as beautiful but with a soft geometric pattern this time. She sat down with a smile and excited greeting, but her smile soon fell at hearing Makenzie’s jittery hello.

They sat there for a moment as Makenzie stared at the table in front of her, trying to come up with something to say.

“Is this your first date with another woman?” She asked gently, nothing but kindness in her voice.

Makenzie tugged her teeth over her lower lip before admitting, “Yes.”

“It’s not that different from a man,” she told her with a smile before leaning over the table slightly, her eyes bright with humour. “I actually think it’s much better.”

When Makenzie caught her eyes, Penny winked at her and Makenzie couldn’t help letting out a soft, surprised laugh. It broke some of the tension, but not all of it, and it made the butterflies start to fly through Makenzie’s stomach at the pleased look on the other woman’s face.

“I’m aromantic,” Makenzie blurted, her eyes widening and her cheeks flushing the moment that the words escaped.

Penny’s eyes widened as well, her mouth forming a small ‘oh’ of surprise before Makenzie quickly looked down at her hands, tugging on the material of her cardigan even more nervously. She only stilled when Penny’s hand came to gently rest over her own, making Makenzie still and look up.

The other woman was smiling at her just as softly as before, just as sweetly as in the library and it made so much hope rush through Makenzie that she almost collapsed.

“Thank you for letting me know,” she told her quietly. “I’ve never been on a date with someone who’s aromantic before.” She squeezed Makenzie’s hand gently. “Please let me know if I do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

Makenzie stared at her. “You... you don’t... mind?”

“If I can’t accept someone for their sexuality but they can accept me for mine then I would be a hypocrite,” Penny squeezed her hands again before pulling back. “Besides, I asked to go on a date with you because I like and want to get to know you. I’d say this is moving in the right direction.”

She smiled the same, bright, happy smile that made Makenzie’s knees feel weak and made her heart race. Relief also rushed through Makenzie so fast that she almost felt dizzy.

“Oh,” she breathed, before smiling soft and shy. “I want to get to know you too.”

“Well,” Penny said with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile, “where would you like to start?”

Makenzie actually didn’t know, but for the first time since she’d accept the date, Makenzie was nothing but excited to try and find out.

Feel free to send me a prompt and I’ll endeavour to write something for it! 

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Barry and Len, 41

(Thanks for the prompt :)) here it is, 41. “What are you doing in my house?”)

Len canfeel something’s wrong as soon as he opens the front door. It’s a sort of asixth, or maybe seventh sense that comes from growing up hyper-aware of someone’sfootsteps, dissecting expressions for the extra credit of relative personalsafety. Len’s fingers wrap around the keys, silencing the tell-tale jingle ashe pushes the door open barely enough for him to slip inside.

There’snothing immediately alarming in the hallway, but the hairs on the back of Len’sneck rise nonetheless. He forces a deep breath into his lungs, shutting downhis overactive imagination. Keys in one hand, he reaches for his gun – not thecold one, just an ordinary Glock, but the weight of it against his palm givesLen some much-needed balance. He rounds the corner, thumb resting against thesafety of the gun, and freezes at the sight that greets him as soon as he stepsinto the living room.

“Ah,”Thawne smiles, all pleasantries and polite detachment. He shows the exact sameexpression to the public, most of the time, but Len knows the man well enoughby now not to be fooled. “Welcome back, I suppose.”

“What areyou doing in my home?” Len hisses and removes his hand from the gun: notbecause he would feel safe near Eobard Thawne, but because he knows that anordinary bullet won’t do the man any harm. He tried to project confidence, unawareof anything he could’ve done to piss off the crazy speedster, but seeing Thawnesprawled on this sofa, in this apartment, makes Len feel unsteady on his feet.

That’s whenthe familiar sound of cabinets being opened and closed in the kitchen registersin Len’s brain, and his eyes wander towards the doorway. It’s just a splitsecond, a nervous glance that he’s failed to prevent, but he knows that he’snot fast enough to fool Thawne in the slightest.

“You meanthe home I gracefully provided,” Thawne’s smile chills Len to the bone, but hecan’t do anything, definitely not here. Not if he doesn’t want to endanger-

“Lenny! Hi,I didn’t hear you come in,” Barry’s smile is so damn innocent, brightening upthe whole room as he walks out of the kitchen, an apron tied around his waistand his hoodie already damp at the bottom. He never learned how to do thedishes without getting all wet… Len’s heart skips a beat at the thought ofThawne using the boy against him.

“Hey,” hesays, schooling his face into a carefully neutral expression, and allows Barryto kiss his cheek.

“Mr. Thawnestopped by the lab today,” Barry smiles, at both of them. Len’s stomach clenches.“He saw that project proposal we put together with Cisco, and he wants to talkabout it, would you believe that? I’m hoping to bribe him with lasagna,” helaughs and wraps an arm around Len’s waist. Everything in Len screams to pullaway, the easy show of affection making him feel like he’s a small animalshowing his vulnerable underbelly to a predator.

But Thawneknows, doesn’t he? He has allowed Len the luxury of pretense up until now, butThawne’s not wrong: it was he who created this whole apartment with the Spear,who made it possible for Len to come back to someone each night. Len still can’tbelieve his luck – but seeing Thawne smirking at him from his own sofa makesLen wonder if he hasn’t just set a trap for himself with this. He always knewthat the promise of creating a world to his liking with the Spear would comewith a price: he just never expected that the highest price to pay would be thefear of losing it all.

Barry’stalking now, but Len has trouble focusing on the words, too busy watchingThawne watch him. Them. It’s a subtle threat, but Len’s always been good atpicking up on those, and it’s making his skin itch that he can’t very well askThawne outright what the fuck it is that he wants now. Len’s been good, realgood, answering to Thawne in a way he hasn’t answered to anyone in a long, longwhile, allowing himself to be summoned like a common goon, used for all thedirty work in the warped empire of a madman. And now, Thawne is taking away theonly illusion of freedom Len’s got left. He doesn’t like where this is going –it makes Thawne look worried, perhaps even desperate, and it means trouble isbrewing where no one can see just yet.

It makesLen anxious to get rid of Thawne, to enjoy the last bit of peace he’ll beallowed; Len does not have any illusions about his future if thismegalomaniacal house of cards collapses around them.  

“…you didnot say you knew Mr. Thawne!”

Lenrefocuses on Barry, who is poking him in the ribs with an accusing finger,smiling.

“What?”

“Earth toLen,” the boy laughs. He’s so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him,but Len’s used to that kind of heartache by now. He doesn’t want it to go away,ever. “I said you never mentioned you knew Mr. Thawne. I would’ve wheedled forthe tour of STAR Labs long ago.”

That’sexactly why Len never speaks about Thawne – the guy has practically madehimself a god in this world, as much of one as a modern man can be. The world’sforemost authority on global warming prevention and sustainable energy, thesavior of the starving… there has never been any doubt in Len’s mind that if heso much as hinted, Barry would not stop until he made Len introduce him toThawne.

And thosetwo paths were never supposed to cross, not in an ideal world.

Which, ofcourse, this isn’t, considering the world has been Thawne’s sandbox for months.

“We’veworked together,” he says vaguely when the silence stretches for too long.Thawne’s still smirking, like he’s waiting for Len to be the one to destroythis pocket of peace. He’s always been good at that, kicking his own feet fromunder himself whenever a sliver of happiness was within his reach, sabotagingwhat he could, with Lisa, with a few others, but Barry’s odd, implicit trust inLen over the past few weeks has made him believe that maybe, he could do betterthis time.

Dinner is atense affair – at least for Len, who can’t stop staring at Thawne, waiting forthe other shoe to drop. Barry is chatting excitedly about the renewable energyproject he’s been working on with Cisco Ramon, and Thawne listens attentively,making a remark here or there about a possible improvement. Barry floats on ascientific cloud nine all through the dessert, which is a slightly charredhomemade pie that Thawne praises as if he’s never tasted anything better. Barrypositively beams, and Len forces himself not to grind his teeth too much.

“It’s beena real pleasure,” Thawne finally declares, a few minutes past nine. Len’s insidesare a tight knot of anxiety by now, and he would be hard-pressed to describeanything he’s eaten; the food sits like lead in his stomach and he cannot waitfor Thawne to piss off.

“I’ll seeyou out,” Len offers and rises from his chair, not giving a fuck if it makeshim seem overeager. Barry shoots him a curious look, but Thawne, that stupid,pleased smile still on his face, nods.

“Ah, pleasedo. I have some business to discuss with you as well, Mr. Snart.”

It’s a realwonder Len’s jaw has not cracked by now, from the sheer force with which he’sclenching it. But Barry, thankfully, doesn’t ask; Len knows he’ll have toexplain later, but he’s been lying to people for decades, he’ll come up withsomething plausible once Thawne is no longer an immediate threat.

They walkout of the apartment, and Len resists the urge to lock up behind himself. Itwouldn’t stop a speedster who can vibrate through walls, anyway; Len stilldoesn’t know if he’ll ever get used to the idea of Thawne being able to dothat.

“Ready toshare what that was about? Or did you just miss me?” Len smirks, subconsciouslyslipping into his usual drawl. It’s easier to fake confidence and fearlessnesswhen he doesn’t have to worry about Thawne reaching over the dinner table topull Barry’s heart right out of his chest.

Thawnegives him a look that could be amusement, exasperation, or a warning. Hard totell, with a guy who can smile just like this while ripping another personapart with his bare hands.

“Just agentle reminder. Mr. Rory has been sniffing around the janitors’ office lately…you know what they say, idle hands are the devil’s workshop. I think you shouldkeep him busy. Prevent some… unfortunate accidents.”

Len’s notsure whether Thawne is threatening Barry or that scientist-turned-janitor whoMick seems to be fond of, but the message is clear anyway. He nods, never oneto waste words where they’re not needed, and watches the air crackle with redlightning as Thawne speeds away. Even before the breeze dies down, Len’sstomach unknots and he lets out a shaky breath.

Anotherheist it is, then. Mick has been less and less satisfied with those, though,and the way he’s gravitating towards his silly teammates makes Len wonder justhow soon this thing will crumble around them.

He walksback to his apartment and pushes all thoughts of the imminent doom aside whenhe slides his arms around Barry’s waist and presses a kiss to the ticklish spoton the boy’s neck, making him laugh out loud. If all this is going to end soon,Len’s determined to enjoy it while it lasts.

((I might actually continue this, I have another part written but it’s threatening to become too long and I like this part as a ficlet on its own so here it is, for now XD))

[darth-salem-emperor-of-earth]

Just a Little Favor [Alani x Judith]

Day 3: Surprise Kiss for oc kiss week! There are some suggestive content in this but no smut. Not today. 

Heeey, I totally did not forget about ockiss17! I simply thought I could totally juggle several writing projects (spoiler alert: that doesn’t work out exactly as I hoped or planned) so this took longer than I wanted. But I enjoyed writing Judith again and having her interact with @chenria‘s lovely and wonderful Alani, a merchant with commendable taste. I tried my best to insert a surprise kiss in there because Judith is Judith and no one is really surprised when she kisses people. XD I hope you like the little ficlet, @chenria, and I did Alani justice. :)

There were a very few people in Judith’s life that she would easily put their business or personal requests in front of her usual schedule, no matter how inconvenient doing so might be. Her longtime friend and often lover, Savitr Noaldis, one of them. Alani, one of her most favorite, reliable merchants (and also a lover of hers), was another. That was why she wasn’t irritated or cared about receiving anything in return when Alani called her via omnitool about a favor. Besides, knowing her, the favor might turn into one entertaining adventure. Or mishap but either experience would be good and fun enough for her.

Alani was waiting for her at Savitr club, a favorite hang-out of theirs together. Nothing like a place to drink, dance, and jive in while hammering out contract details. After all, Judith saw no harm in mixing business with pleasure.  

“Judith, there you are!” Alani greeted her with a wide beam, giggling a little when the said woman dove forward to a plant a quick peck on her cheek. “Thanks for meeting me here on such short notice. Did you simply came here not because of the favor but because you can’t resist temptation?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively at the freelance smuggler for extra emphasis.

“Maybe,” Judith admitted with a small chuckle, her grin identical to Alani’s. “However, I couldn’t afford to turn down a friend in need. What seems to be the issue?”

“Well, I picked up some fairly expensive and exotic goods for a client but he’s extremely paranoid and frightened someone will come and steal his property off my ship.”

Judith was no stranger to clients like that. She once had an asari who wanted to her smuggle some old, wild, and highly aggressive animals to her home but insisted during the trip, she had to read asari religious text because the asari believed that would domesticate the beasts, shield them from detection, and also make the so-called pets ‘one with the asari culture’. The reading didn’t work. “Is there any merit to his fears?”

“He has made a few enemies but I don’t believe any one of them would go far enough to attack me, ransack my ship, and then snatch the desired merchandise. But I don’t want to be wrong and look like an idiot of that does happen and have to explain to my client why he won’t be receiving his goods.”

The strawberry blonde vixen nodded understandingly at Alani’s concerns. It never hurt to be overly cautious in both of their line of work. “So you need me to help smuggle your client’s wares to keep them hidden and untraceable until we reach your destination?” That was simple enough. She would barely call this favor, more like offering a helping hand.

Running a hand through her short, raven locks, Alani nodded, adding, “We can use my ship for that because it’s the one he expects to see and has already registered in his security database as a vehicle he can trust.”

“Is this client of yours some zany, rich hermit? Because that would explain a lot.”

Save for why he doesn’t send some muscle to protect his investment but that is none of my concern. What he does with his credits is his own affair.

The lovely, spirited trader shook her head, regaled at the image though. “No, he’s just prosperous right now. However, I will concede he probably is missing a few marbles.” Her lips curled up into a wry smile, wondering how many of the truly bizarre people in the universe seemed to find her and demand for her goods and shipping services. At least she managed to encounter fascinating, fun-loving, and lovely people like Judith. “So, can you help me out? I trust your smuggling skills more than anyone else’s. Plus, I also trust you.”

Judith softened when she heard that, touched by both her words and the gesture of asking for her assistance in the first place, for to her, it displayed how much Alani value her and her abilities. She did not have many comrades in her life, both now and growing up (being imprisoned in a raider ship for seven years often dampened the opportunity for forming lasting friendships). Trust in her did not come easily to some people and she was often so fleeting in many relations. Yet like with Savitr (and Jax, she had to admit), Alani was different. She was fun, adventurous, loved learning something new, but most of all, understanding and considerate. They always had such a wonderful time together and naturally discovering more about each other the longer they hung out together. Alani had her back  and as result, she would always have hers—till the very end.

“Of course I can help,” she replied, patting her friend’s hand. “Just on one condition.”

Alani arched one quizzical brow. There was already the assumption Judith would receive her share of the profits once the transcation was completed so her request couldn’t be about the monety. “What is it?”

The smuggler delivered her an impish, dazzling smile, saying, “You at least have to have one drink with me. C’mon, we are at Savitr’s bar. Might as well have a little bit of fun.”

Her friend and occasional lover laughed at the suggestion, nodding her head in utter agreement as she flagged a pretty turian waitress over. “Deal. I’ll drink to that any day!”  

There was no one as grateful and relieved as she was when Judith decided to inspect her ship early and place the client’s cargo in certain, completely inconspicuous compartments, concealed from the untrained eyes. Even she had trouble finding some of those hidden locations and she knew her own ship like the back of her hand! Still, it put the merchant’s mind at ease that one of the (unofficially) best smugglers in the galaxy was on her side and assisting her. This way, her client’s wares had no risk of getting stolen.

“Ready to go?” she asked, tilting her head at some of the packed luggage the strawberry blonde brought with her.

Judith nodded affirmatively, tossing her bags in the cabin they were sharding (she did have some guest quarters but given to her history with Judith, sleeping apart seemed silly) and double-checked her two pistols that they were functioning properly and there was enough ammo in them to last the trip. Even though Alani was positive the journey would be uneventful, being armed as a merchant and smuggler was never an awful idea, especially if that smuggler was also a biotic. Better they proceed with caution rather than barging into space without protection or defense structures in place. She definitely did not want her ship obtaining any damage over something as  minor as a random volus businessman’s merchandise. Where fancy, rare plants really worth the hassle?  

“Ready when you are, Alani. Let’s not keep your client waiting too long or else he’ll start to suspect us of possible thieves.” she teased, plopping down on the co-pilot chair while Alani assumed control and began the take-off procedures. Traveling in space with Judith… now she fathomed exactly where that might lead her to later on. Maybe that was why she was having trouble keeping her eyes off Judith’s gorgeous, lean, and long legs. Or her shapely ass. Recalling naked images of her also didn’t help either.

As Alani predicted, their journey to her client’s home planet was uneventful. There were no assaults or threats or anyone after the expensive wares, much to their relief. The extra time and lack of stress gave both women time to catch up and get reacquainted with each other (much of that was spent either in bed or testing out the support structure of the other surfaces on the ship). The trader nearly forgot how difficult it could be at times to get her tasks completed when Judith walked around with little to no clothes on. The smuggler simply enjoyed the freedom and choice and didn’t have to worry about anyone peeking in the windows to spy on her nudity. Alani marveled at how comfortable, free, and assertive Judith was with both her body and sexuality. Then again, those traits were some of the reasons why Alani became attracted to her when they first met.

The client was delighted to see his exotic plants unharmed and that no one attempted to board her vessel in order to purloin his purchased goods. Judith couldn’t help but to silently appraise many of the volus’s rare collections or items, sensing he had exquisite taste and might soon wander into slightly illicit territory thanks to those same desires. And when that betided, the volus would need the services of a damn good smuggler.

“As I mentioned before, the additional payment has already been wired to your account. I also have lunch prepared for you and your friend, in case you’re famished.” the volus babbled on, his suit keeping his voice muffled and crackly. He then gestured to Judith. “Is she your assistent?”

The two women shot each other matching grins. “In a sense, yes,” Alani replied. They took their respective seats while the volus hobbled over to a plush, custom-made chair at the center of the table. Judith was most pleased to see a decanter of whisky nearby and merrily helped herself, all the while watching with an amused expression when the volus businessman started openly flirting with Alani, who seemed a little taken aback by his advances.

“I must say, that picture of you on the extranet does you no justice,” her client remarked boldly, filling up his glass with a liquid Judith recognized as a popular wine amongst the volus. “You are simply more stunning in person!”

“Oh, thank you,” Alani responded, nibbling on her second and suddenly, third helping of the finger sandwiches. While she preferred not to be hit on right now, the volus businessman certainly knew how to prepare a spread. The food was amazing!

“I have been working on my gardens and made some additions to them so I am dying to show them off. If you’re not too busy, I can give you a tour of the area.” The alien might be a suit and his face unreadable, but the winking was practically audible. Judith was waiting for him to ask the merchant on a moonlight boat ride for this evening. Suppressing a snicker, she hide her grin with her glass. Next to her, Alani smiled rather awkwardly, pondering how she could politely turn down a slightly inebriated client of hers without damaging the working relationship. The volus seemed a bit smitten with her so there was no harm, yet she definitely did not want to lead him on when she possessed zero amount of attraction for the suit clad alien. She nudged the strawberry blonde woman in the ribs, silently begging her for some help out of this rather sticky, awkward situation. At first, Judith merely sipped her whisky, looking more and more entertained by the second so Alani went to elbow her again, in hopes the second time would catch her attention and she could finally get a little support. Instead, Judith’s hand blocked her bent arm and she turned to face the volus, an exuberant smile stretching across her lips.

“Why, we would love to join you!” she exclaimed with more enthusiasm Alani believed to be possible. She stopped and stared unblinkingly at her companion, wondering the reason for her accepting the invitation for them both was a subtle message to her client that he would not be getting Alani alone. Just when she was about to relax and conclude that was the smuggler’s plan, what Judith did next took her by surprise. She leaned over and planted a quick but loving kiss on her cheek, gifting her a tender look she often used when they laid in bed together, enjoying each other’s warmth and company. “After all, I’ve been telling my girlfriend I always wanted to see some magnificent gardens and heard yours are sight to see. Your offer is quite generous.” Frankly, Judith never heard of his gardens until now but she knew a little white lie and some flattery was harmless and would help stroke the slightly deflated ego of a tipsy businessman.

Alani would have given up almost everything to have the opportunity to glimpse inside her client’s suit and witness his reaction. His baffled, stammering words were regaling enough to do. “Y-your girlfriend?” The volus glanced back and forth from Alani to Judith. “My apologies, then! I didn’t realize you two were a couple. Pardon me and my table manners. I shall happy to grant you both a tour.”

Still beaming, Judith resting her chin on Alani’s shoulder, nuzzling her neck before plucking off a grape and plopping it in her mouth. “Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you, I’m certain I will love your gardens.” As she expected, the volus puffed up proudly from her praise, bouncing back rather quickly from the realization he had been flirting with a woman already had a partner. He soon started talking quite animatedly about his gardens and all the years it took to bring them into fruition.

“Thank you,” whispered Alani in the middle of one of those conversations, squeezing her friend’s arm appreciatively. “You managed to make this lunch less awkward.”

Smiling softly, Judith patted her hand affectionately. “Think nothing of it. You asked for help, so I delivered. Albeit,” she paused, lowering her voice further to adopt a sultry, suggestive tone, “you could always show me later how thankful you are, if you don’t mind.” Her free hand slipped down to Alani’s thigh, caressing the skin gently and Alani sucked in some air, shocks of heated sensation flooding through her and pooling down to her belly and below. Judith’s touch always had such a tantalizing effect on her.

“You can count it,” she answered with an equal amount of seduction, parting her legs a bit more to offer the strawberry blonde’s fingers more access. As always, there was never a dull moment with Judith.