#or just Untitled 47

[cult-of-the-eye]

oh man if jonathan sims ever had access to google docs it would be the most cursed thing you've ever seen.

[ren-the3rd]

Marcmarc fic (untitled and unfinished) ; 1.8K

it’s a WIP i might not finish but wanted to share what i got for now. not beta read and english isnt my 1st language so,,, mind the mistakes i guess

“Marquez?” Vale’s voice was tired. No, tired didn’t even begin to cover half of it. “Of all people?”

Bez wiggled uncomfortably in the chair. In front of him Vale was pacing, eyes closed and rubbing his temple. Giorgia – from PR – was still typing something on her laptop. She glanced up sometimes at him and looked annoyed. But it was still much more bearable than Vale’s eyes. The look said something in between “How can you be that stupid?” and “How the fuck did that even happen?” Both questions were left unsaid and Bez didn’t have an answer for any of them anyway.

It had happened in a drunken haze and he wasn’t even sur how or why. Just that he didn’t regret it a single bit.

Maybe he should, considering the PR storm he just caused.

He had woken up, Marc’s face settled on his chest and his phone had started ringing loudly. When he picked up, he had been informed of the pictures, the leak on social media. Two minutes later, it was Marc’s phone that rang.

They had scrambled awake, grabbing their clothes as fast as possible. At least it wasn’t awkward. The whole situation was too fucked and Bez worried to much about his potential end of career that he didn’t really think about Marc.

It was Monday after the American GP and neither their PR team nor Vale had left Austin yet. So they met at the track’s motorhome, locked themselves in an office.

Bez had seen the photos. They were incriminating, you could see clearly Marc’s face. Selfishly, he thanked God, or whatever higher power that his face was mostly hidden on all those photos.

He was still recognised him, if you knew him, you’d know. But there was potential deniability.

Vale explained the situation, that they talked to Marc’s team. They are doing everything in their power to erase those photos.

“It should be alright, it hasn’t reached public knowledge, we pulled them from social medias and are in contact with journalist to settle on a… discreet outcome.”

“And if they don’t agree?” Bez asked, a bit pitiful.

“Marc takes the fall, release a statement. Doesn’t mention you in any way. His career can take it and he’s the one most visible on those.” Giorgia chimed in. “I got a response from…” But Bez barely listened to her.

He was split in between relief and sadness. Giorgia was right, Marc Marquez was fucking Marc Marquez. He had both seniority and fame and talent. His reputation could take the hit.

Bez on the other hand. It would all depends on the sponsors, and he wasn’t very optimistic. But simply because it was logical, didn’t make it right. Nothing in that situation was right. Bez thought of what it could mean for Marc. Being forced to come out was a betrayal.

“Bez?” Vale’s voice stirred him away from his thoughts. “It probably won’t go there. Don’t worry.” He said softly. Bez just nodded.

They spent another hour going over the situation, possibilities and outcomes. They barely acknowledged Bez and he noticed how Vale never mentioned Marc in anyway. When it was clear Bez was of no help or utility, they released him.

His flight back to Italy wasn’t until tonight, he had some time to pack up. When he was back in his room, he checked his phone. There was a text from Pecco checking up on him and another one from a Spanish number. It wasn’t registered on his phone but he knew who that was.

+34 XXXXXX [11:47] : Hope you’re okay. We should talk when it’s all settled.

Bez definitely did not want to talk about it. Not now and probably not ever. But the older one was trying to be kind, so he sent something back and threw his phone on his bed.

It hasn’t been serious, they met on accident at a club after the race. They were drunk and they hooked up. End of story.

Bez took a shower, letting the hot water cascade over his skin, enjoying the burn of it. He focused on that, he focused on his sore muscles from the race, he focused on the week ahead.

He didn’t think of how Marc looked, still asleep, his arm hugging his chest. He didn’t think of the scars running along Marc’s shoulder. Nor of how he traced them mindlessly with his finger. He didn’t think of the split second before everything went to shit and he hoped there would be a next time. And he definitely did not think of Marc’s naked body on top of him, fucking him stupid.

Bez couldn’t afford to think of that. He apparently couldn’t be trusted to even hook up without risking his career.

Before the end of the day, he got a text from Giorgia assuring him everything was under control and nothing would get out. He turned his phone on airplane mode and boarded.

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Marc didn’t want to admit it, but he was a bit hurt by the whole situation. Later in the week, when it had been clear nothing bad would come of it, he had texted Marco. His text has been on delivered for three days now.

He did want to talk to him. Tell him he was sorry about the whole thing.

Technically, Marco had been the first to kiss him. But also technically. They had been dancing on some dubious club music, he had been incredibly drunk. Marc had found Marco on the dance floor. He would have been lying if he said he recognised him immediately, but he didn’t back away once he did.

They locked eyes for a moment. Marco froze, a flicker of recognition in his gaze. He looked confused for a second, but then his face relaxed, and with a slight shrug, he just continued dancing. Marc hadn’t thought anything through. He had slipped a hand beneath Marco’s shirt, and stepped closer. That’s when Marco kissed him.

Marc hadn’t thought of the people around, he hadn’t thought anyone could be filming or taking pictures. He was thinking of having Marco’s lips on him and more.

But he should have thought of that. It had been silly and dangerous.

The Spanish GP came along and Marco was avoiding him. That’s the only conclusion Marc could come up with. He couldn’t find him anywhere. Well, maybe in his motorhome, but if Marc could avoid stepping there, he would.

Later that day he finally caught sight of a spot of bright neon yellow and curly hair.

“Hey, Marco!” Marc exclaimed, picking up his pace to catch up. Marco didn’t even react, still walking towards wherever he was going. “Can we talk?” Marc asked, now that he had arrived at Marco’s level.

“I don’t think we should.” Marco said and continued walking towards his motorhome. He wasn’t sparing a glance to him.

“Marco.” Marc was going to grab his arm but his hand hang in the air. He looked around, too many people. “Marco, I just…”

“Leave me alone, Marc,” he replied tartly, finally meeting his eyes. “You’re going to ruin everything.” His lips trembled but his eyes gave no emotions away. He didn’t wait for a reaction or an answer from Marc, he turned his heels and left.

Marc stood in the middle of the paddock, completely stunned. Somehow it felt so much worse than when Marco came to yell at him last year. He had been fuming and angry and stupid. There he was just… Cold.

Marc was walking back to his motorhome. He had a free practice to focus on.

He wasn’t going to let the Italian distract him from anything. It was only a hook up, he wouldn’t even have texted him or tried to talk to him if there hadn’t been a PR risk. But this was all buried and hidden away, he could just move on.

Once he entered the Gressini garage, any thoughts of idiotic Italians vanished and he started talking to his mechanics.

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“What’s up with Marquez?” Pecco asked, as he barged into the room. Bez loudly grunted in response.

“Shut up,” he whined, earning only a raised eyebrow from his friend who settled on his couch, not bothering to ask for his opinion. They had just wrapped up with qualifying and the media pen. Pecco had showered, his hair was still dripping water on his shirt – and now onto Bez’s couch.

“No, seriously. Vale wouldn’t say anything, and you are just… weird. So?”

Bez wanted to disappear, or maybe die. Someone please put him out of his misery and just strike him down. But he trusted Peco enough to mutter. “We hooked up. In Austin. People took pictures of us kissing before we left the club.” Bez wasn’t looking at Pecco, rather focusing on taking off his leathers. But he could imagine him, wide eyes.

“So why are you being weird? Was he that bad?”

“No,” Bez sputtered, caught off guard. “My career was almost ruined. Because of him.”

“It wasn’t,” Pecco pointed out, his eyes steady and confused, fixed on Bez. “So, what’s actually wrong? Was it ‘cause he was awful at it? Cause I don’t really see the issue. They took care of the photos, right? And worst-case scenario it would have been like the Jorge/Aleix thing, no?”

Bez sighed, loudly, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Pecco didn’t get it, it wasn’t even about what happened. That night, he had seen his entire career and hopes flash before his eyes. He wouldn’t risk it again, he wouldn’t. But he couldn’t help that he wanted Marc again. And as long as he felt that way, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“He was not awful. And they did take care of the pictures.”

“So?” Pecco pressed again. But Bez wasn’t saying anything. “Sure, I wouldn’t have picked Marquez, of all people. But I’ve seen you take worse decisions.”

“It was only a one night stand. I don’t owe him anything, he doesn’t either. I don’t see the issue. It’s not like I even was on his radar before Austin. So let’s continue like that. Anyway, I’m taking a shower.”

“Can I come with?” Pecco laughed

“I’m telling Domizia!” Bez shouted before shutting the door behind him. He took a quick shower, sighing at the warm water. His mind briefly drifting to the qualifying results—P2. He felt good about the race ahead. He didn’t let his mind linger too much on what ifs, that would be for the debrief and tomorrow. Afterward, he slipped into more comfortable clothes, and when he opened the door, Pecco was still there, now completely laying down on the couch. He was scrolling on his phone.

“Don’t you have a debrief or something?” Bez asked.

“Don’t you?” Pecco shot back, not even looking at him.

“Later. Do you want to get some food?”

[thewolvesof1998]

✨ Fic Writing Review 2023 ✨

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47, 302 words published to ao3

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nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make (G, 800 words)

My fandom fic events in 2023

I didn't participate in any this year but maybe next year!

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Fics I'm going to try and get out this year:

Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas: They don’t know (your name is already mine)

Secret fic

Buddie rodeo/Alright Cowboy, Go Get 'Em

Already started/mostly written:

Buddie MMA Rivals AU

Someone to be Gentle- 5 times Buck is gentle with Eddie and + One time Eddie repays his gentleness  

For you mi amor, I choose death/Buddie Mafia AU

Librarian AU/Let me check you out

You make bad day infinitely better

Vampire/Werewolf Buddie/Halloween fic

Only the already bad can be influenced/Crop top and short shorts fic

Bank Robbery Fic/Mutually Assured Destruction

No-Nut-November fic

Pirates Buddie

We might end up real close 2x1 fic

Ideas/planned/just started fics:

Buck get dumps, gets drunk with Eddie and thinks they slept together fic

Awkward Sex Buddie fic

I can see you sequel

Love list Buddie

Don't go where I can't follow

Motorcycle fic

Street racing/Fast and Furious AU

Buddie- You belong with me fic

5+1 Platonic Daddy fic with @exhuastedpigeon

LA zoo TikTok Buck

Buck & Eddie wedding- Something wrong in the village

sword buddie pt. 2/ Under the Guise of Violence 

Post Lawsuit/Call your mum inspired fic

Untitled post season 6 angst based on Stick Season

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[simplepotatofarmer]

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

when you speak at funerals you talk about their laughter, how they lit up the room (it was the way you said ‘hullo’, the sing-song announcement of a stream)

the memories you had together, days at the park and the smell of their shampoo when you hugged them close (it was the stories you told, of myths and your childhood and maybe they were the same thing)

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

when I can't speak on memories that we shared or tell a room of those grieving about the joke that was just between us (it was the messages about a spider in the middle of the night and thousands of voices saying the same thing)

how do you mourn someone who never smiled at you (I wish I had seen you smile more)

how do you package that grief

how do you bury it

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

how can I say that I miss you when I never waved goodbye to you (I wish I had known to say goodbye sooner)

but I miss you

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met

there are no books on grieving a stranger on morning someone whose name you never even knew (not until it was too late)

there are no support groups for the loss of someone you never spoke to once (I will never forget your voice)

I don't know how to mourn someone that I've never met and I'm mourning and this is new and I'm doing it badly and I am doing clumsily and I am doing it in the middle of the night in the bathroom because I don't know how to mourn you but I do

this is how I mourn someone that I’ve never met

- untitled poem, written at 1:47 a.m. on 12.23.22

[pilabutsp]

UNTITLED STENDYLE COMIC - Part 2.5

EXTRA II: The Main 5 hangout.

TW for mild transphobia

The Main Five, Kyle, Stan, Eric, Kenny and Marjorine are once again at Cartman's house to play Rummy like they do all weekends.

Cartman: I can't believe Kenny keeps breaking the "No chicks allowed" rule!

Marj: Oh! The gender affirmation!!

Kenny: C'mon dude! You do this every time, Marj has been part of the group basically since kinder so she gets to hang out with us!

Cartman: You just say that to spent more time with her! Even Stan follows this rule!

Stan: They are not a "chick", they just don't want anything to do with you, Cartman.

Cartman: Maybe if they doesn't want to be treated like a chick maybe they shouldn't wear skirts all the time.

Stan: HEY!

Kyle: CUT IT, FATASS! I'll fucking kick your face!

Marj: Fellas! Don't fight! You shouldn't care about Wends coming, Eric, they can come if they want and it's not going to apply to the rule.

Kenny: ... Welp, Kyle it's here so is basically the same.

Kyle: What is that supposed to mean?!

Kenny: Nothing! Are we going to play or nah?

Kyle: YES. Just, sit across, you two, we are betting so I don't wanna see you make out.

Kenny: You are cool about it!

Kyle: I am really not.

Cartman: But you are with Stan and Wends all the time, you must enjoy that shit then.

Kyle: EW no. They are actually decent.

Stan: Shut up and let's play.

They been playing for a few rounds, totally joking around and not paying that much attention. Everyone was so close to the 100 points, Eric losing a few times but paying his way in again which means that they were around $250 on the table.

Marj: -knocks the table- Eric, your turn!

Cartman: I don't get it Kahl, you are going to both teams and still single? What a loser. Now play.

Kenny: There are a lot of pretty people our age here!

Kyle: Yeah... No, I don't think I would date anyone from our school.

Stan: Wait, do you really mean that?

Kyle: -sigh- I don't know Stan, play, It's your turn.

Kenny: What? Sad you don't have a chance, Stanley boy?

Cartman: HA! Stan has a type!

Stan: No, I don't! Your turn Kenny.

Kenny: You really do, tho. Smart, Independent, Strong, Fight Cartman and win... Your turn, babe!

Stan: That's-...

Marj: -knocks the table- Your turn, Eric.

Cartman: Stan having a type doesn't mean anything tho, Kahl wouldn't date him... your turn, Jew.

Stan: Huh?!

Kyle: You don't have to tell me It's my turn, fatass, unlike you all I'm paying attention... And, why are you so obsessed with my dating life, anyways, Cartman? Your turn, Stan.

Cartman: ...

Kenny: The silence is too loud! Don't tell me, you... Lil' Eric Cartman has a crush on our Kyle?

Stan: No way.

Cartman: N-NO, I DON'T! STOP TELLING LIES.

Kyle: Oh Jesus, I'm going to throw up.

Kenny: Babe...

Marj: -gasp- I WIN!

Cartman, Kyle and Stan: WHAT?!

Kenny: Marj, you did it!!

Kyle: When did that happen? Geez, I have a lot of cards!

Marj: I've been knocking the table for the last three rounds!

Kenny: What happened, Kyle? I thought you were the only one paying attention.

Marj: Heh, count your points, boys!

Stan: UHG... I'm officially out.

Cartman: Of the closet? We know.

Stan: OF THE GAME! I got 47 points from this, yeah, I'm out.

Kyle: Ugh, me too.

Kenny: Same here!

Cartman: NO WAY! I'm not letting Marjorine win!

Marj: You used your last dollar on the last round! I win!!

Kenny: You are genius, babe!!

Cartman: WHATEVER, take your stupid money and leave my house! EVERYONE!

Kyle: Didn't plan on staying anyways!

Once everyone left the house, Marj and Kenny walked away together with their new money. Leaving Stan and Kyle alone.

Stan: So... Is it really true you would not date anyone from our school?

Kyle: Stan... I'm really tired of all of you talking about my absences of love life. Can you not?

Stan: I'm sorry, dude, I'm not bothering you anymore... Do you wanna go to my house and play something?

Kyle: Yeah, I would love that... I thought Wends was going there.

Stan: Heh, you know they don't mind!

MASTERLIST

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[myth-blossom]

Myth Asks the Fandom

Do you think Hitman characters would love video games (and if yes, what would they play)?

I thought of this question after playing Untitled Goose Game recently. I can’t quite explain it, but something about it just makes me go, “Yep, that is totally perfect for Lucas Grey.” (@lucas-grey and @ellenchain, you’ll have to let me know what you think about that!)

I did have some thoughts about other characters, though not as strongly as Grey and his chaotic goose energy. I think Diana would enjoy strategy-based games, but is more likely to play a goofy mobile game on a burner phone than something on a console. Olivia strikes me as someone who would love to play Sims (and would definitely have her friends included as characters).

47 clearly doesn’t like playing for an audience, or at least when it comes to dancing games like the one in Hokkaido—maybe he would do better with a controller-based dance game? The disco scene in Yakuza Zero comes to mind. Otherwise, I think he would enjoy a gardening-based game, or something calming with gardening included (I hesitate to say Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley, but you know what I mean.)

[canaidliafail]

untitled

streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

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on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators Index

Don't mind me, just re-organizing my stuff.

If you want to read Feeding Alligators on AO3, here's the link to chapter one: right here!

If you want to read it via tumblr:

Chapter 1 - Naked and Afraid

Chapter 2 - Friendship is Magic

Chapter 3 - PANTS!

Chapter 4 - Man vs. Wild

Chapter 5 - First Blood

Chapter 6 - Skeletons!

Chapter 7 - Potion of Tongues

Chapter 8 - Mind Your Language

Chapter 9 - You're (not) a Wizard

Chapter 10 - Atelier

Chapter 11 - Murder Buddies

Chapter 12 - Hustle

Chapter 13 - Psycho

Chapter 14 - U.S. Foreign Policy

Chapter 15 - It's a Goddamn Cult

Chapter 16 - When Animals Attack

Chapter 17 - Panties!

Chapter 18 - Untitled Training Montage

Chapter 19 - Bite Night

Chapter 20 - The American Red Cross Association

Chapter 21 - I Got Better

Chapter 22 - Swamp People

Chapter 23 - Paranoia Agent

Chapter 24 - From Druids, With Love

Chapter 25 - Splitting Atoms

Chapter 26 - Gray's Anatomy

Chapter 27 - True Blood

Chapter 28 - The Art of War

Chapter 29 - Knives Out

Chapter 30 - Auntie Knows Best

Chapter 31 - The Bachelorette

Chapter 32 - Munchies

Chapter 33 - Dream Date

Chapter 34 - Fireside Chats

Chapter 35 - The Devil Wears Douchebag

Chapter 36 - Glee

Chapter 37 - Gaslight

Chapter 38 - Gatekeep

Chapter 39 - Girlboss

Chapter 40 - Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 41 - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Chapter 42 - Slaughterhouse Four

Chapter 43 - The Proposition

Chapter 44 - Dance With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight (rating went up, new warnings apply).

Chapter 45 - Walk of Shame

Chapter 46 - Not Quiet on the Western Front

Chapter 47 - Soul Jar

Chapter 48 - Astarion and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Chapter 49 - Idihwisvsga

Chapter 50 - The Smallest Ember

Chapter 51 - I Lived Bitch

Chapter 52 - Only I Will Remain

Chapter 53 - Goblintown

Chapter 54 - Get Outta My Swamp

Chapter 55 - Love Shack

Chapter 56 - This Bitch

Chapter 57 - Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

Chapter 58 - Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 59 - Plans Within Plans

Chapter 60 - 1812

Chapter 61 - It Compels You Though

Chapter 62 - It's My Party

Chapter 63 - I'll Cry if I Want To

Chapter 64 - Gandalf's Dilemma

Chapter 65 - Into Thin Air

Chapter 66 - Ra-Ra-Rasputin

Chapter 67 - Oh Eleanor

Chapter 68 - SMDH

Chapter 69 - Eat Your Heart Out, Van Helsing

Chapter 70 - Bad Blood

Chapter 71 - Resolutions

Chapter 72 - All Coming Together

[sekai-meiko-vitamins-everyday]

today’s meikomin comes from the gekkou/machi single cover, featuring @daily-vitamin-akito !! one month of opening… thank you all for your continued patronage!

ENTRY 31. Begin audio log.

Twenty one days of pretending to be some stupid pharmacist. 47’s been dead for twenty one days, and somehow M got ahold of that info, and now I can’t fucking restock. Of course she’s not going to send distress calls disguised as prescriptions to the people imprisoning her— what was the boss thinking?

.-- --- .-. -.- / --- -. / ….- ---.. .----. … / -… . . -. / --. --- .. -. --. / .- .-- ..-. ..- .-.. .-.. -.-- --..-- / - --- --- .-.-.- If we don’t get this shit in line soon, G’s going to kill us. He’s going to murder us and they’ll make it painful, because we haven’t made any god damn progress. I promised Ray I’d help keep Carmen safe from them. She’s too unstable for all this… I don’t even want to know how she got roped into helping with the SEKAI Project.

Speaking of G. His next visit is in nine days, and he’s expecting an Untitled or answers on how to make one from M, which we were supposed to have gotten by last week. I know Carmen and Ray are trying to protect the other five in M’s group from this place.

…G got to Rin by day two.

We don’t know if the other four are still alive, but he’s been hellbent on getting Miku into here. Maybe she has more information on SEKAI creation than M does? M was the first, but Miku seems to be the most important.

Something’s just exploded. I hear Carmen crying and Ray panicking, and M is fucking silent like she always is. Doesn’t she care? She’s in pain. But we’re in pain too. Can’t she have any reaction at all?

“KAITO” and “Luka” are all she says anymore.

CONNECTION TERMINATED.

ALTERNATE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED.

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ORIGINAL CONNECTION REESTABLISHED.

Stupid device is breaking up… Ray calmed Carmen down. (I don’t know how he does it…) There’s someone at the door, though.

Time’s running low, anyway.

Jade Asher. Ending audio log 31.

//the “pharmacist” is avaliable for asks.

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[ihaveatheoryonthat]

A small handful of songs I associate with A Glint, a Spark. (Spoilers for both that fic and Memory, Heavy in My Heart.)

Arms Outstretched - Griffin McElroy

As I alluded to in the MHIMH playlist, Arms Outstretched was the song I had all but set AGAS to, for the animatic in my head. The progression of it from being kind of downtrodden, to this moment of hope, and then a happy epilogue was pretty perfect, both for the idea I actually went with, and the one I may still write.

Chapters 1 & 2

Place to Start - Mike Shinoda

Do I even have a decision? Feeling like I'm living in a story already written. Am I part of a vision made by somebody else? / Am I out of conviction with no wind in the sail, too focused on the end and simply ready to fail?

Cause I'm tired of feeling like I can't control this; tired of feeling like every next step's hopeless. Tired of feeling like what I build might break apart, I don't want to know the end, all I want is a place to start.

I don't have a ton to elaborate on with the lyrics. The first part just meshes really nicely with the theme of being unable to influence events that have already happened, and having to take them as they come. The second part resonates particularly well with the first chapter, in my opinion. I also like having a song from the same artist in both halves of the main story, and the contrasting tones.

Chapters 3-9:

The Heart of a Graveyard - Demon Hunter

Tell me that your final home is not a shot in the dark; tell me that your hopes and dreams don't end in the heart of a graveyard.

Tonally, it doesn't fit perfectly with the rest of this list, but the subject matter is pretty on the mark. There's a sense of preparing for the worst while still hoping for the best that I like, particularly in this context.

Chapter 10:

Final Battle: Malladus (From "The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks") - The Noble Demon

(The portion up to 0:46 is an intro, and not the most relevant to this list; the actual battle theme starts warming up after that.) A friend unintentionally reminded me that I love this track, and since that conversation happened smack at the climax of MHIMH, I naturally connected the dots. This would correspond to the recorded battle with Arceus, because the track for it in canon PLA just does not fit this version. I chose this remix in particular because it really emphasized the woodwind notes in parts-- which made sense re: the Azure Flute-- and because it has that underlying, train-chugging percussion. It's always struck me as a very triumphant battle theme, which fit beautifully.

Chapter 11:

Welcome to the World of Pokemon - Super Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

It's wondrous and mysterious, but gentle and a bit low-key at the same time, which I think makes it work very well for the build up this chapter, and most of the time spent in the Hall of Origin.

Mysterious Rainbow Girl - Wandersong

The same goes for this track; I was pretty torn as to which one I liked better, so I ended up keeping both for a little bit of variation.

Chapter 12:

On the Beach at Dusk - Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time, Darkness & Sky

I had this one set aside specifically for the scene at the top of Dragonspiral Tower, where the reality of the situation is beginning to sink in. If you're familiar with Explorers, there... might be something of a parallel to be read into the situations they 'play' over.

Misc:

The yet untitled song from The Dreadful Demise of the Dinosaurs - Puppet History

A lonely life among the stars, my destination veiled and far away, but I knew one day we'd find each other. Then in the dark, a glint, a spark, the greens and blues, be still my heart-- and once I hit, that's it, I'm here forever.

While I'm here, I should probably include the fic's namesake. It's really only the one verse (~0:25-0:47), because this song has a very specific subject matter and thesis, but that one passage really stuck with me in this context. The first half definitely resonates most strongly with chapter 11, but I was also aiming to match the second to 12-- specifically "the greens and blues, be still my heart" to the scene on Dragonspiral, and to end with the promise of "I'm here forever"

[tnc-n3cl]

Fic Author Interview

Thanks for the tag @unmaskedcardinal!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five although one of them is really a rough draft of another fic.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

264,548! (There's way more on the way though...)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Amnesiac Hero's Quest (T, BotW AU covering when Link leaves the Great Plateau until just after freeing Vah Ruta (and Mipha), 14 chapters, only finished fic so far) 50 kudos.

Link's Story: Finding Hateno Village (T, BotW AU, pretty much what it says on the tin, Link leaves Kakariko going towards Mt. Lanaryu by mistake and tries to find his way to Hateno Village. This is the one that spawned TAHQ, oneshot, the first thing I posted on AO3.) 21 kudos.

Shifting Tides of Fate (M, BotW AU picking up where TAHQ leaves off, Link and Mipha head to Rito Village to save Revali and free Vah Medoh, 6 chapters posted, WIP) 11 kudos.

The Ballad of Kass (M (originally T), BotW AU starting a week or two before the start of TAHQ, Kass sets out to find Link to fulfil his promise to his teacher, and his sister Kalia tags along. Second thing I posted, kind of the backbone to the whole The Realm Walker saga at this point [cause it intersects with the other stories so I have to time things out carefully], 15 chapters posted, WIP) 8 kudos.

The Tale of the Realm Walker (M, Wind Waker & Twilight Princess sequel with a ton of nods to the rest of the franchise (a LOT of ALttP). Chronologically the first story in TRW Saga, but I'm effectively telling it as an in-universe tale in BotW times, and it's the most recently posted fic of mine on AO3, only 2 chapters posted so far, WIP) 2 kudos.

The first two fics for sure got hit by the kudos bug a while ago. Kudos Georg I guess... Given that they've been up the longest I can see why they've got more than the others.

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

Yes! If someone took the time to comment on my fics then I'm going to say something back. I'm am very much here for the community aspect. Even though I may not always comment on something I've read (or art I've looked at).

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

Well the only one with an ending so far is TAHQ and it's fairly happy. Hm... How to not spoil plans? If it was finished then The Tale of the Realm Walker would be the answer. I'll uh... leave it at that...

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

See above, The Amnesiac Hero's Quest.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not anymore, I had some batcrap insane hypothetical video game ideas that were crossovers, but those have all mostly been tossed. Though I did salvage plenty of ideas from them. The Realm Walker Saga itself came from a LoZ/Final Fantasy crossover, "Project 47" as well. Untitled Castelvania Fanfic Project... Untitled Front Mission Fanfic Project...

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No.

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

No.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that'd be pretty cool.

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

No, but one of the stories in my Trek fanfic got an editor. Went by the username of USS Da Vinci (IIRC) on Subspace Comms Network (SCN, a now defunct Star Trek and Sci-Fi forum I was on).

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I guess Revalink. Or Picard/Crusher?

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

At this point I've more or less made my peace with the death of my Trek and Stargate fics. Do I think about them still? Yes. (I'd give my aliens with the space whale ships Discovery style spore drives... Maybe throw in a Kelpian character or two...) (Had a blast rewatching most of the Ori arc of SG-1 not that long ago...)

15. What are your writing strengths?

Action scenes, quirky humor (I make myself laugh at least), describing what characters are doing in a scene.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery porn. I so rarely mention time of day or anything. I have to really sit down and focus on all that, so lately I've just been hammering out an arc and then going back and fluffing all that up in edits. (Although I am particularly proud of a few scenes in The Ballad of Kass and Shifting Tides of Fate.)

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

I actually tried this with a little teaser for my Castlevania fic idea. The scene takes place in Austria so I decided to have the opening few lines be in German then switch to English, cause while I did take a couple classes in college, I don't know nearly enough to write a whole dialog chain. So throughout the little snippet there'd be a German line or two. Used Google translate for things I didn't know, but it was giving me something weird for "My name is..." [Also stared at Google Maps of Graz for HOURS picking locations, even though the fic is set 1,071 years in the future after a society ruining cataclysm... I must have some accuracy!]

I have made up words for fics. I've got 11 whole alphabets for the Avestrens (bird people) in "Project 47" and a handful of words. A handful of Rito words. Back in my Trek fic days I was writing in script format and would just put things like [Cardassian curse] rather than trying to come up with something.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek, it was script based and set 10 years after Voyager's return from the Delta Quadrant. Multiple spinoffs were planed spanning a period of 50 years. (I had started writing the sequel before finishing the first fic, and wrote a little bit of some of the other spinoffs.)

19. What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I can't really think of anything. I'd like to do something with my Castlevania or Final Fantasy ideas but I'd need the right mood or inspiration to get anywhere. I'm not much of a shipper to be honest, at least with canon characters I guess? I like making my OC's kiss...

20. What's your favorite fic you've written?

Oh that's hard! The initial version of The Tale of the Realm Walker has a special place in my heart, but gods it's all walls of text! How did I ever keep track of everything?! The Ballad of Kass is a place for me to go nuts with Rito headcanons and have fun with the birbs until I can get the Revali centric fics really going. I'm proud of actually finishing The Amnesiac Hero's Quest (I love moment where Link finally meets Purah and is convinced that there's something in the water in Hateno that makes everyone a weirdo and she put it there. He's getting his red string and nails ready...).

I guess just for semantics sake, since "written" is past tense, I'll go with TAHQ as my final answer (this time around) since it's finished.

No Pressure Tags: @critical-birb, @zeawesomebirdie, @readwritebeawesome

[asrisgratitudejournal]

Update setelah beberapa hari calming myself down: kemarin full seharian di rumah istirahat aja yang banyak. Malam juga berusaha untuk tidur cepat karena ternyata masih pusing-pusing dan hidung tersumbat betul-betul sepertinya akan kena flu sih ini (padahal udah vaksin flu?). 

Barusan akhirnya keluar rumah karena diajakin Hanif buat makan siang dan makanlah kami (aku, Hanif, dan Bang Reybi) di Nando’s George St. SANGAT ENAK, DAN SANGAT KENYANG HHH ALHAMDULILLAH YAALLAH. Sekarang ini di Radcam karena tadi keluar rumah nggak bawa laptop samsek (karena berat). Gatau juga goalnya apa ini kerja hari ini. Jujur masih belum bisa pick myself up banget sejak email rejection itu… Ku udah ngemail co-authors juga dan ngirim reviews-nya ke mereka dan setting up meeting Rabu pagi jam 10 sih… Udah booking konseling uni juga Selasa sore. Terus udah… Apa lagi yang harus dikerjain gatau… Dari besok postdocku bakal away sampe 20-an Nov(?) (lama juga ye dia pergi). Spvku malah baru balik besok. Hhhh emang ga jodoh aja schedule semua orang. Ku cukup yakin nanti Rabu yang dateng cuma 2 kolaborator dan postdocku, karena kedua spv-ku sudah bilang “gausah tungguin gw yah”, baiklah. Gapapa tapi udah ada yang bisa aja udah bagus. 

Ku masih mayan upset tapi ga separah Minggu dan Senin kemarin sih. Terus ku dapat message sangat baik dari Mba Mita HUHU (cc @peminumteh) yang membuatku sadar bahwa ku udah bisa ngeluarin ke jurnal aja tuh untuk anak PhD tahun ke-3 (kemarin pertama kali submit Nov 2022 --- WOW SUDAH SETAHUN YANG LALU???) udah keren banget. Dan beneran sih, kadang suka ngerasa ga enak gitu kalau share lagi sedih kena reject gini ke teman-teman se-office gitu misalnya. Ada yang setahun di atasku masih berkutat dengan mikroskop lagi ngejar submit dan belum dapet cc buat submit ke luar, ada juga yang seangkatan-ku dan baru mau di-acc chapter 1-nya (BARU MAU dibaca). And here I am yang chapter 1 ini udah dibaca ber-RATUS-RATUS kali oleh >5 orang (including reviewers dan editors ada 10 orang kali), terus menangis karena dibilang tulisannya kureng. Betul-betul untitled kid. 

BERSUKUR NONNNNN. Tapi ya valid juga kan ngerasa sedih walaupun at the same time juga bersyukur?? Apakah keduanya ekstrim polar opposite? Apakah kalau kita sedih dapet 98 instead of 100 artinya kita ga bersukur sama si 98 itu? Kan nggak juga??? Jujur sekarang w adalah Jimin. HAHA RANDOM tapi kalau kalian nonton documentary-nya BTS di Burn The Stage, Jimin MENANGIS after going off-key YANG MANA GAADA ORANG YANG NYADAR YA TOLONG. Ku pas nonton itu kaya upset banget kaya ??? BRO SEHAT??? Terus yaudah sekarang I’m just Jimin?? Kayak… NON SEHAT??? 

Ainna kemarin juga ngasih komen sangat baik di postingan sebelumnya (HUHU terima kasih Ainna *emoji peluk*). Terus banyak deh replies dari teman-teman lain di insta setelah ku-post skrinsot-an post terakhir tumblr juga di insta. 

Udah sih. Plannya weekend ini cuma kelas aja Sabtu-Minggu jam 8-10, terus mengundang Aji dkk mau masak opor di rumah di hari Minggu… Oh iya, dari kemarin juga lagi ngabisin Brooklyn Nine-Nine lagi setelah sekian lama dan emang kadang ada episode yang bobrok banget aja lucu banget sampai ku ingin menangis (fav-ku masih interaksi kebodoran antara Jake dan Captain Holt). Belum lama juga abis ngabisin Lupin. Lagi pengen nonton yang drama-drama sampah gitu deh padahal, modelan PLL atau Revenge. Ada seri apa lagi sih, recommend me tvshow dong anyone. 

Udah itu dulu aj for now. Wishing you all good rest of the week! 

Radcam 15:47 02/11/2023 

[yunho0o0o0o]

current wips

scout's honor: series, fantasy and soulmate au, ot8 ateez x crossdressing! reader, reader tags along with this group of eight men to travel across the country to reach her long-time friend in the midst of a war (prologue and chapter 1 are posted)

need it bad: requested, ceo! sanhwa x reader, just filthy smut tbh, how will the boys treat reader after not seeing her for a looong two weeks? you're in for some rough treatment.

loverboy: sequel to ghost him. (9:47) in which seonghwa decides to take matters into his own hands when yeosang can't seem to take a hint

fragile: handle with care: dom! yunho x reader, telling your boyfriend he can be rough with you brought out a whole new side of him

untitled- camboy au: camboy! yeosang x reader, neighbor au, who would've thought the sweet, soft-spoken boy next door would be the camboy you watch on the regular?

only the best: characters tbd, reader starts to fall for their music instructor while writing a song for their anniversary with their boyfriend

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, January 24

SPIKE: I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru. ANGELUS: Why not? She already bathes you, carries you around and changes you like a child. DRUSILLA: Why, Angel. Where have you been? The sun is almost up, and it can be so hurtful. We were worried. SPIKE: No, we weren't. DRUSILLA: You must forgive Spike. He's just a bit testy tonight. Doesn't get out much anymore. ANGELUS: Well, maybe next time I'll bring you with me, Spike. Might be handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.

~~BtVS 2x17 “Passion”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Wounded (Angel, Buffy, PG) by badly_knitted

My Secret Obsession (Angel/Spike, M) by Pinkperson

Untitled Giles miniseries, Chapter 4 (Giles/reader, Wonder Woman xover, unrated) by iobsessoverfictionalmen

[Chaptered Fiction]

The End of Destiny, Chapter 2/10 (Angel/Cordelia, T) by ConstantCommentTea

Her Old Fashioned Boy, Chapter 20/? (Giles/Jenny, T) by Bobbie23

Dawn Rising, Chapter 41/? (Buffy, LOTR xover, T) by Luna_delCielo

Sunnydale Serenade, Chapter 7/? (Ensemble, T) by TheRealJeanGenie

[French language] Les deux Phénix, Chapter 8/? (Buffy/Faith, M) by FridayQueen

Blasphemy, Chapter 2/? (Buffy/Spike, T) by wickedrum

Love Ridden, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

Beg, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Maxineeden

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by violettathepiratequeen

Amara Time, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Joan963z

Anonymous , Chapters 1-2 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Dynamite

A Little Poet in Her Monster, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, R) by Desicat

Dusk Rising, Chapter 28 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by HappyWhenItRains

A Breath is But a Soundless Whisper, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

The Prodigal Boyfriend, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by myrabeth

Love Ridden, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Clean Slate, Chapter 8 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

Coming Through, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

It's Easy Time, Until It's Not, Chapter 15 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by honeygirl51885

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips, Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by violettathepiratequeen

Other, Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Grief Counseling

Stomping on butterflies, Chapter 7 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Blackoberst

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: uh. more lesbian bangel (Buffy/Angel, worksafe) by genericaces

Artwork: Buffy in her dungarees from “School Hard” (worksafe) by madeleinelovescolours

Artwork: a little Doyle for you all (worksafe) by mekanikaltrifle

Artwork: i do really like faith as a character, so hopefully i’ll be drawing her more in the future (Faith, worksafe) by genericaces

Gifset: [misc scenes with on-screen text] (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by andremichaux

Artwork: boom comics i see your therapized spander and i raise you this (worksafe) by genericaces

Playlist: my Tara playlist!!!! by lesbianwithchainsaws

Artwork: «The Writing On The Wall» by gorgeous HollyDB (ao3) (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)) by flyora

Artwork: WTF gay little monkey that’s been all over my dashboard (Ethan Rayne, worksafe) by yarboyandy

[Reviews & Recaps]

ReWatch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - S7, E1 - 2 by kimannebb

ReWatch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - S7, E3 - 5 by kimannebb

ReWatch: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - S7, E13 - 14 by kimannebb

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Witch, S01E03 by ravenya003

[BtVS series review] My general thoughts so far after rewatching it by Luppercus

PODCAST: HELLMOUTH HOMOS: Graduation Day parts 1 & 2 by Fear Queers

PODCAST: Episode 47: Doppelgangland (w/ Chelsea Jensen) by Gym Was Cancelled

[Community Announcements]

[February Fangfest] Here are your guidelines for how to submit your work. by februaryfangfest

[Fandom Discussions]

One of the many things that bugs me about Angel season 4 (besides the f*cking obvious) by vampandvisiongirl

I’m not saying that Angel has a type but by oncemorewithqueering-tv

[ask by streussal] Buffy/Faith for the ship meme answered by isagrimorie

[Poll] Would you be interested in participating in a Spangel (Spike/Angel from the Buffyverse) fic marathon? by reallyreal-madeingold

can we talk about the fact that spike has no game, he’s just hot?? by voices-not-echoes, raisedbythetv89

About Spuffy & Souls, Part One - Yes, Souless Vampires Can Love by hello-nichya-here

Cordelia having literally no friends except Wes and Angel by svngriche

in my mind a huge internal struggle of buffy’s is trying to always make sure she deserves the pedestal that she is put on by giftedeath

In 2024 I’m fully rejecting the “Buffy’s friends don’t understand her/don’t deserve her by herinsectreflection

I don’t think I’ll ever not be deeply depressed by the way so many people on here talk about Joyce Summers by coraniaid

Almost 20 years since the last time Angel & Cordelia Chase graced our screens by vampandvisiongirl

Orpheus: Faith's Sacrifice continued by Bop

Wesley & Slayer Obedience - Deference by NoShip, multiple posters

What happened to Dark Willow when she reappeared in the comics and also in the Boom comics? by Kristine

What If: Xander Went To College? by nightshade

Is Giles Correct About Forgiveness? by NoShip, multiple posters

Interpreting the last line/scene of 3.15 Loyalty by Stoney, multiple posters

I love Chao Ahn but that was not cool of the showrunners to make her a one-note joke. by PotentialLanguage685

My Favourite Back/Origin Story by Electrical_Big_906

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

CONVENTION: Tom Lenk will be joining James Marsters & Charisma Carpenter at Whispers from the Hellmouth Apr 20-21! by James Marsters News

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The lovely @patchpane tagged me for this WIP game!

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

As in the past I'm just sticking to my TMA wips, because let's be real... anything I've started for another fandom is so far on the back burner that it's practically falling off the stove (though to be fair some of these are not far behind). So with that said:

Beach Day

CW: Amatonormativity

Dating App AU

Episode 47 - Martin helps Jon after stabbing

Episode 122 - Martin shows up after Jon wakes

Fairytale Snippet

Gerry/Reader

Keepsakes

Me and you and you and me (D&D)

Mechs

Post-canon memory loss neighbors

RQBB2020

S3 “one night stand”

Soulmates as Omens

The Interpretation of Dreams

The Research Journal of Jonathan Sims, c. 1818

Wwdits au

Prompts and Posts (1-38)

Plot bunnies (1-6)

*Untitled* Tim gave an exaggerated gasp, pointing...

*Untitled* S3 jmart Martin thinks there's something...

*Untitled* Sliding-favorable Jon slowly getting...

*Untitled* Georgie overhears Jon tell Martin he...

*Untitled* daemon au Martin has spaniel and...

(For the untitled wips I just grabbed a chunk of the first sentence on the page)

Prompts and Posts and Plot bunnies: Both of these documents have multiple untitled story ideas in them, so if you're curious about the ideas I've jotted down but not yet moved to a dedicated solo document (some of them are quite detailed!) send me either "Prompts" with a number between 1-38 or "Bunnies" with a number between 1-6! (Feel free to send multiple numbers if you like since it's a blind draw!)

*Insert standard disclaimer that I can't think of that many people* Uhhh I don't know who's done this already but @magnetarmadda @tired-beholding-bitch @saintbleeding @dcartcorner?

[declanlikesmusic]

chris​†​†​† @ Mr​.​Roboto Project 11​/​7​/​16

A DJ Mix / Live Performance Review

CW: visuals contain fake blood, religious imagery, 2016 memes & political references

One of my personal favourite DJ mixes & live sets of all time is christtt's first proper attempt at a live show, what will be the start of several great mixes he would go on to do.

christtt is a plunderphonics & vaporwave producer who at the time had just gotten out of his first big break in the vapor scene with the release of his fourth album no lives matter on March 2016. To put it lightly, the title of that album has aged, but the album itself had a lot less to do about politics and way more to do about death and the afterlife in Hell, especially as this was made surrounding the ten year anniversary of his father's passing.

It's one of my favourite vaporwave albums of all time and it completely pushes the boundaries of what minimal can be done with its sample editing in order to effectively recontextualise & communicate strong & potent feelings of dread, despair & suffering that carry this entire concept album forward. It's incredible on that front, with its earliest highlight judas inside being remixed & featured as the closer of this mix, prefaced particularly by snippits of the songs directly sampled in that and its prior intro offline: HEALTH's New Coke and Genesis's Please Don't Ask.

Before you get to that incredibly explosive finale of that mix, you are first introduced to hauntingly elegant art pop from the likes of d'Eon & Nils Bech with some brilliant loops thrown into them, followed by even more breathtaking abstract electronica produced by Vaervaf, HELLCOM & Oneohtrix Point Never. After their crescendos, you're treated to a pair of frantic, eccentric & playful IDM beats provided by VHS Head & Extreme Animals before christtt uses all that came before this moment as a taste of what appeals & inspires his latest work at the time before happily guiding you in through the gates of Hell and taking you through the plunge.

This is an absolutely stellar mix, only 26 minutes in length and he spends that entire runtime showcasing his unique palette, his great ear for song editing, his seamless transitions and what marks one of the first true landmarks of his entire career as an artist & creative. Please give it a listen!

chris​†​†​† – untitled loop [0:39]

Nils Bech – Waiting [1:56]

d'Eon – Thousand Mile Trench [3:34]

Vaervaf – Mong [1:03]

Oneohtrix Point Never – Freaky Eyes [3:31]

HELLCOM – ACCELERATOR [2:43]

Extreme Animals – A Better Way [3:46]

VHS Head – Decapitron [2:47]

HEALTH – New Coke [1:19]

chris​†​†​† – offline / judas inside (live mix) [4:37]

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