a nontraditional wip wednesday, but i thought it’d be fun to give you guys a little peek into my googledocs and share what my current wip list looks like since i was doing some housekeeping/organizing with them last night :] not tagging anyone today, since i did that yesterday
Words-on-the-page (mostly done planning, have started writing)
fragile creatures (on collision with our judgment day) -- Canon Divergent, Jacob/Female Deputy slowburn. Aka. The Goddamn Novel
claim me, oh claim me -- Omegaverse Jacob/Female Deputy fic
idle hands are the devil’s playthings -- Canon divergent, Female Deputy gives up and surrenders to Eden’s Gate. Rather than killing her, they “take her with loving hands and make her family”…whatever that’s supposed to means…
Needs-more-time-in-the-oven (still planning, but almost ready to write)
under the blood red moon -- Jacob/Female Deputy “werewolf”/Shapeshifter au, wherein Jacob injects himself with the Judge serum and it has some unintended consequences.
tales from hope county -- a series of oneshots told from the POVs of various citizens of hope county and how they got involved with or fighting the cult
Untitled Biblical End of Days Fic -- Biblical/Book of Revelations AU wherein the Seeds are the Horsemen of the apocalypse and Rook is an Angel of the Lord.
We’re-just-vibing-babey (we’ve got vague ideas and maybe a moodboard but not much else)
Untitled Fourth Seed Brother AU -- 2nd person POV, You’re the Deputy and you have to deal with Jonah Seed and his snakes in his region in southern Hope County
The Blizzard Fic -- Wherein Sybille and Jacob get snowed in together in a cabin in the Whitetails. Fluff and smut, nothing bad happens and they get a little taste of domestic bliss amidst the chaos of war.
The Darts Fic -- pre-canon, wherein Sybille hustles John out of $200 and Jacob comes in to win it back for him. The two hit it off pretty well.
The various kinktober prompts that are being saved for a rainy day when i can’t focus on other fics but want to write some smut :]
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♦️ for faldur 👀
ok lets try and put my thoughts 2gether coherently
ok if harrel as a moirail was a handful, faldur is like, 10 handfuls. this bitch is so high maintenance
as a result, his moirail would need to be willing to put a lot of work into the relationship. its difficult at first, but the rewards do come eventually.
a potential moirail of his needs the patience and resilience of a saint. faldur is just, a lot. idk how to elaborate but hes just A Lot to deal with. he has outbursts, and he will almost certainly lash out sometimes. any moirail of his has to be able to see past that and forgive him, or else they won’t get anywhere with him.
the ability to forgive people, a lot. faldur does try, but he also has no impulse control and so its easy for him to fall back into vices and habits.
someone assertive enough to argue back sometimes (but also smart enough to know when to back down). faldur is Angery and volatile, and someone who gets pushed around by him would ultimately do nothing to help him, and probably just get manipulated
weirdly specific but: they cant be squeamish. faldur does terrible things, and trolls who can’t handle violence can’t handle him.
a troll who shares some hobbies is a bonus, or at least someone who’ll listen to him yell about them. he likes to talk abt books oh god please let him talk about books
later on in the relationship, when Emotions become a thing he actually opens up about, he mostly just wants someone to vent to, talk to, and look up to--hes practically desperate to impress them once they get to a certain point.
although he doesnt seem it, faldur is fiercely loyal and loves his quads practically unconditionally, and would do...pretty much anything they ask. he’s a little clingy, ngl.
ultimately, he needs someone who can try and win his respect and loyalty enough for him to listen to them when they try and calm his anger, and maybe direct him in a slightly less murdery direction
verdict: incredibly difficult and takes a lot of work, but is something he desperately needs. not entirely impossible.
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Hello! May I request headcanons of Tsukasa and Kohaku with a crush (How they realize it and how they deal with it)? Thank you and please take care of yourself!
helloo!! i love the cousins a Whole Lot they're so cute so ofc you may!! i haven't written for tsukasa that much though, so i'm sorry in advance if he's a little ooc!
also. heehee. first post of 2022! i hope you all had a v lovely holiday season and have a lovely new year as well ♡ i hope you enjoy!
❧ kohaku and tsukasa with a crush
content warnings: none
❧ kohaku tends to say it plainly and clearly, almost like some sort of disclaimer—he ain't too knowledgeable about these kinds of things, y'know... a lot of what he knows just comes from the net. he's definitely laughed at cheesy romcoms or cliche shoujo manga with aira before, but the actual feeling of having a crush? it's just as new to him as just about everything else.
❧ when his feelings for you start to change, he chalks it up to just circumstance. he's been feeling a little under the weather lately, so that's why his stomach feels all weird, right? and it's been getting real cold lately, so that's why his face has been red—and don't go gettin' sick, ya hear? this excuse only works for so long, though. there comes a point where kohaku can barely even explain his own reactions to himself, like why he feels so much more himself when he's with you, or why he's almost disappointed to hear you call him a friend...
❧ it frustrates him a little, being at the mercy of his own emotions like this—especially since he can't even pinpoint what they are! it dawns on him eventually, after bidding you goodbye after hanging out, or getting a goodnight text from you later that evening, a growing realisation that, ah, maybe the way he thinks about you isn't quite the same anymore, and what if you think the same way about him, too? he'll put on a thick face, but the thought of it makes his chest warm.
❧ kohaku knows he'll confess to you when he's ready, but with how much happier he seems to be around you, he isn't quite the most subtle about it—offering to treat you whenever you go out together, or sharing his food with you, or even just the tone of voice he takes with you, softer and kinder and gentler. he'll see you tomorrow, yeah? d'you need him to walk you to the station? 's no issue at all, as long as you get home safe.
❧ crushes... aren't really something tsukasa's dealt with much before, honestly, if at all. he's more than familiar with admiration, as well as the type of old-fashioned, chivalric romance in knights' songs, but it's not something he's ever imagined himself experiencing. especially with how much he has on his plate at home, and at school, and at ensemble square, and...
❧ well, that was the case until you—tsukasa is almost acutely aware of how differently he feels around you, the quickness of his pulse and the clamminess of his hands, the awkward fumble in his voice and the uncharacteristic stumble in his step. you were friends, weren't you? so why was he so nervous? he's really sorry, he's not usually like this, he says—but when you smile and laugh it off, it doesn't quite help his case. he does try to act normal in front of you, though! as normal as he can get, when everything from the back of your hand brushing his, to walking too close to you makes his breath hitch a little.
❧ tsukasa definitely seems like the type to want his crush to think of him as dependable, too! do you need help with something? just want some company? as a knight, it's his sworn duty to help those in need, you know~ he gets to spend time with you, too, so that's definitely a bonus! he doesn't trust himself not to stumble over his words, so hopefully his actions will suffice, instead.
❧ just like his cousin, he doesn't want to rush into things with you—not because he isn't sure of his feelings, but because he wants to do things right, if not by his own standards then by yours, no matter what thet may be. as inexperienced as he is with, well, matters of the heart, tsukasa hopes very dearly that you'll take him as he is.
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congratulations on 5000 followers! i love your blog. can i request caleb and essik? essik finding out about just how shitty a teacher trent was. can be shipy or friendshipy i'd love it either way.
“This is perhaps an odd question, but…what do I actually call you?”
There was a pause, and then Essek blinked.
“Call me?” he echoed. “What do you mean?”
Caleb set his quill down. It clinked faintly against the wooden desk.
“Er…well, you know,” he tried, “what…what are you? Not in—scheisse, I just mean…Essek, what are you to me?”
The Shadowhand’s usual air of aloofness wavered. He looked genuinely surprised by these words.
“That is…I see.” He took a moment to consider this. Very quickly, his head tilted to the side.
“Caleb, is this question not yours to answer? It is subjective, no?”
“I, er…I do suppose that is true,” Caleb scratched the back of his head. “But still, I think…you should have a say.”
Essek answered with a tired smile. Not exactly annoyed—more intrigued.
“Then how about this?” he suggested. “Tell me all the words you might use to describe me, and then I will pick whichever I like best.”
Caleb crossed his arms. “You are just circumventing my question.”
“Come now—”
He chuckled. “It is fine. Now…” He gave his chin a light tap. “Certainly, by now, we are acquaintances. Perhaps…if I am to be bold, allies.”
Essek raised an eyebrow. “You think that is bold?”
“Your answer suggests I may be correct.”
Essek, to Caleb’s amazement, rolled his eyes. “At this point, you absolutely are. Continue, please. What are my other options?”
“Hm…peers, perhaps?” Caleb suggested. “Since we both are arcane practitioners?”
This time, Essek leaned back in his chair. “Peers? Now that is bold, Widogast. Both practitioners or not, I am undoubtedly your senior—no, I am your teacher. How do you say ‘teacher’ in that funny language of yours?”
For but a moment, Caleb’s gaze flickered.
“Oh,” he said. “That is…er…Lehrer.”
“Lehrer, eh?” Essek, unnoticing, tried the syllables against his tongue. “Interesting. Lehrer, Lehrer, now how do you make that ‘h’ sou—”
“Bitte,” Caleb said, through gritted teeth, “bitte, Essek…please stop that.”
Something in his voice wiped the amusement from Essek’s face. He paused, and blinked once or twice.
“Oh, ah…my apologies.” He hesitated. “Is…my pronunciation that bad?”
He’d hoped that Caleb would at least breathe a smile. Unfortunately, the other man only sighed.
“No, no, it is not your accent,” came the murmur, “it is…just the memory of that word.” His voice trailed off, though his posture remained rigid. His fingers tapped silently on his leg.
“Would you…” Essek briefly weighed his options. “I suppose, er…talking about it is—”
“You remember my past, ja?” Caleb glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “That I was…in training.”
“To be a Scourger, I recall. Though you did not really elaborate.”
Caleb snorted. “Can you blame me?”
Essek was still. Then:
“No.”
Caleb draped his back over his chair. His arms dangled at his sides.
He closed his eyes. He could hear Essek breathing, trying—despite his growing curiosity—to be as reassuring as he could. Caleb got the impression that he wasn’t used to doing this. And yet, despite its awkwardness, it was also rather…
…nice.
He exhaled.
“You have met a Scourger now. Or at least, had a long conversation and listened to her…powerful sense of duty.”
Essek nodded.
“As well as her disregard for her own life,” Caleb added. “And the…state she ended up in, finally, down in that dungeon.”
“I…am aware, yes,” came his response. “As…you are aware, I hope, that she was a threat to the Dynasty.”
It sounded more like a plea than a warning.
Caleb nodded, and slowly raised a hand. He ran his fingers across his neck. He found a chain, warm from life.
“I understand,” he agreed. “And I know now, too, that she is a threat to more than just the Krynn. She is…in a way, a threat to her own home. Her own family. She was…” His tongue was bitter in his mouth. “She was undoubtedly a threat to everything she once loved. Molded, instead, into a weapon to be used and then discarded. Now imagine, Essek, imagine the teachings that would be necessary to turn a person into that. And imagine what sort of…what sort of Lehrer would be willing—eager, even—to do that to…children.”
He held onto the chain a moment longer, then tucked it back beneath his shirt. All around him, shrouding him, the candlelight wavered. In the distance, far away, drifted the sounds of the rest of the Nein moving loudly through the house.
Then there was a gentle pressure on Caleb’s shoulder.
He opened his eyes. He saw Essek’s hand.
“I am…sorry for what happened to you,” Essek whispered. “And I am sorry I have made you remember, now.”
Caleb eventually found his voice. It came in a breath through parted lips—
“I…it is never your fault.”
Essek pulled away, arm vanished beneath his cloak. Then he studied Caleb’s face. He traced the lines, one last time.
Softly, he said:
“Acquaintances. Certainly allies, as well. But I think…it is important to make one thing clear.”
He leaned back. He locked eyes with Caleb.
“I am not teaching you to further an agenda. I do not share this knowledge to put you in my debt. Well…not in that sense, anyway. After all, there is something I expect in return from you.”
Caleb felt his heart sink. “Ja, I know, I am not surpri—”
“Companionship.”
He stopped.
Essek tried on a smile, and continued.
“I expect—I hope that we can continue working on magic, as we have been doing. You bring new knowledge, different to my own, and I find your insights…valuable. Your lack of experience in dunamancy is only natural, but with more time…well. Who knows? Maybe you will reach me, one day, in skill. And then, when that happens, we both will only grow. The things we will learn and discover could change the world. For the better. For a better, I hope, that benefits us both.”
His eyes glittered in the low light.
“We come from two opposed nations. You were raised, and I was raised, to slit each others’ throats. And yet, all those months ago, you appeared and brought back the Luxon. You and your friends, in that moment, you shattered everything that I ever knew about your people. And as I have grown to know you, my suspicion has waned. I enjoy helping you. I enjoy your company, too. I would not be here if I did not.”
In the silence that followed, neither looked away.
And then Caleb said:
“I…enjoy your company as well.”
“Good,” Essek nodded. “I believe that makes us friends.”
“Wait—friends?” Caleb felt his eyebrows lifting. “That is…is that not also bold?”
“After everything I just said?” Essek scoffed. “Do I need to give you a speech again?”
The corners of Caleb’s lips quirked up. He found his head shaking, his mouth saying no.
Adding:
“Thank you, my friend.”
—
And anyone standing outside the door, listening in, would’ve also heard this:
A few sheets of paper shuffling. Then:
“Essek? Do you really enjoy helping us?”
“Is that not what I said?”
“But even when we make you teleport us across the world? To places like the den of an ancient white dragon?”
A pause.
“…well, I could do with less of that.”
“You can come with us next time, you know. We get up to some very fun shenanigans.”
There came a laugh, then another one too.
“Maybe next time, Widogast. But only if it’s somewhere warm.”
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