#snippet from a longer fic im working on

[cryingoversatosugu]

All the art and posts about satosugu's death anniversary are making me want to write again so here's a drabble about infinity

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They've just finished a mission when Suguru notices it. As they stand on the sidewalk, waiting for the driver to come pick them up, Satoru keeps rubbing his eyes, and his shoulders are drooping from exhaustion.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks.

“I'm fine,” Satoru says shortly.

“Satoru,” Suguru chides, because by now he knows how often Satoru works through exhaustion, and how overwhelming his six eyes can be. “Are your eyes hurting again?”

The way Satoru looks away is an answer in on itself.

Suguru steps forward and raises his hand to cover Satoru's eyes, he has done it enough times for it to be a habit now– until Satoru can shut himself in a dark room this is how they make do on long missions.

But when Suguru doesn't feel the flutter of his eyelashes against his palm, he frowns. “You still have infinity on?”

“We're outside,” Satoru argues, and steps away from Suguru’s hand, as if reminded that he's not supposed to have any weaknesses here, exposed like this.

Suguru understands; the school is the safest and he knows that Satoru would prefer to only drop infinity once they've reached back, but sometimes he agrees to drop it once they're in the car.

Suguru would let it be, but it'll still take the driver some time to be here, and Satoru's eyes are already red-rimmed.

“It'll be okay, you don't sense anyone around right?” Suguru tries to convince him. “And I'll protect you.” He flicks his wrist and the rainbow dragon appears. The curse looks gigantic on the sidewalk, but he knows that it'll work best to make Satoru less wary.

Like most of his curses, it's very fond of Satoru, so it huddles around him, nudging his shoulder. Satoru rolls his eyes but isn't completely successful in hiding his smile as he turns to pet it, finally dropping infinity.

Suguru smiles, a little surprised by the sheer relief he feels at that, at seeing the tension in Satoru's shoulders loosen a little.

[magenta-somethings]

trick or treat!

treat! (aka a snippet fic i ended up writing on the bus about tim asking yj for advice re: the huntress/nightwing/oracle situation)

“So, wait, Nightwing is dating Huntress?” asks Cassie.

“I don’t know what they’re doing!” Tim replies. “That’s half the problem.”

“And do we like Huntress?” asks Cissie.

“Yes—no—it’s complicated,” Tim replies. He’s doing a lot of replying and he doesn’t entirely like it—more out of an instinctual avoidance of being on the interrogatee side of an interrogation than anything else—but he had been the one to ask for advice. Which, in hindsight, may have been a mistake, but it’s one he’s now committed to. “I do like her. But she struggles with following Batman’s rules. I mean, we all do, but she struggles with the no killing aspect of it specifically.”

“But has she, like, actually killed anyone?” Kon asks. He’s floating in the air, cross-legged, with one of Cassie’s pillows hugged to his chest. It’s kind of cute—especially with his oversized Superman t-shirt, because, thankfully, he doesn’t actually sleep in his costume.

Not that Tim would ever say it’s cute out loud. 

“No, not since we started working together properly.”

Kon shrugs. “Then I don’t see the problem? Yeah, it’s majorly screwed that she’s killed but it also sounds like she’s changed." Tim might be imagining it, but he almost sounds wistful? "And being able to stand up to the bat seems like a point in her favour more than anything.” He pauses. “Plus, based on the picture you have of her, she’s a total babe.”

Tim just knew visual aids would be a mistake. This is on him for not being able to resist a corkboard. Cassie, acting on behalf of the team, throws a pillow at Kon. It does smack him in the face—he still needs to practice his catches—but before it can fall to the ground his TTK catches it and now he’s hugging two pillows and maybe that backfired slightly. 

Tim puts his corkboard face-down on principle. Huntress probably doesn’t even know he has the photo—her foot in the middle of kicking a bad guy’s face, her fist breaking the jaw of another. He doesn’t have much time for photography anymore, but sometimes he just itches to go out and capture Gotham and its heroes.  The photo of Nightwing, meanwhile, is him shoving his face full of pizza, a hand reaching out to try, in vain, to block the camera lens. 

Oracle, of course, is represented by her icon. He still hasn’t started thinking of her as Barbara.

“It’s not all about looks,” says Cassie. “Even if she is really hot.” She pauses. “Like, really hot.”

“Okay!” interrupts Tim. “That’s enough of that.” He did not need his friends calling his co-worker hot.

“Yeah, it really doesn’t matter,” agrees Cissie, and of course he can count on her to have his back. “Especially since Nightwing is way hotter than her.”

A part of Tim dies inside. Just shrivels up and expires, there and then.

“Okay, but Nightwing is hotter than, like, everyone,” points out Kon. That part of Tim is currently being cremated. “And cooler, and more badass. Or whatever.” 

“Most documentaries on 20th-21st century heroes talk about Nightwing’s attractiveness at least once,” says Bart offhandedly from the corner where he’s playing Polyp-mon. It’s one of his first contributions to the conversation. The part of Tim that died earlier is now having a funeral held in its honour. Suzie, at least, is still absorbed in the game. She’s spent the conversation peering over Bart’s shoulder, occasionally asking him to catch a specific polyp-mon. Though he doubts her additions would be worse than what is currently passing for advice.

“Guys, please,” Tim says, desperately trying to course-correct the conversation. God, it’s so much worse having them talk about how hot this co-worker is. “Stay focused on the problem.”

“Is that you like Oracle more?” asks Cissie.

Tim hesitates. Oracle is one of the most impressive people he knows, and getting to actually spend time with her—especially when it’s her teaching him about tech—is awesome, and she’s saved his life more times than he count or probably even knows about. But he’s only known her face-to-face for a short time, while he’s been fighting side-by-side with Huntress almost as long as he’s been acting properly as Robin. 

“That’s not what’s important,” he deflects. “What’s important is what’s best for Nightwing.”

“Right,” says Cissie. 

“What if they all just dated each other?” asks Bart

“You can do that?” asks Kon, at the same time as Tim says, “I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t fix it. In fact, I’m pretty sure that would make it worse.”

The silence stretches. 

“Well, good luck with that!” declares Cassie. “Now, who wants to watch Xena?”

Tim sighs, but let’s the hang-out move on. What’s happening with Nightwing, Huntress and Oracle is such a mess that there’s no way a bunch of teenagers are going to be able to untangle it, especially when most of them don’t have much experience in romance or life or both. Tim certainly doesn’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to having non-messy relationships. He’s sure Dick will figure it out. Eventually.

Kon floats down next to him as Cassie and Cissie go looking for the VHS, with that grin on his face that Tim just knows means he’s come up with some terrible joke. “Look on the brightside! When the divorce happens, you’ll have not one, not two, but three Christmases. Not four, because I’m pretty sure Batman doesn’t celebrate, but three is still pretty good.” 

“Yay,” says Tim, voice as flat as he can make it.

[wikiangela]

Hi, a bit late but joining in on the @alliwantforchristmasislou project 🫶

I decided to donate to a polish organisation called the stonewall group (which is why the pic is in polish lol)

chose this one just because im the most familiar with this one, and they do amazing work in support of lgbt+ people and fighting for our rights in this... not so queer-friendly country 🫶

now, ive been in the 911 fandom for almost 4 years now (gonna be 4 in i think February), and i only started after the episode Buck actually bc it was allll over my dash. i binged the whole show in a week, before the next episode is even aired, I loved it SO much.

as most of y'all know, I initially shipped buddie - it was the big ship, ofc i did, i wrote so much fic for them and i had so much fun and met so many moots i still love seeing on my dash 🫶❤️ but it might've been obvious (or not, idk) i was kinda getting bored and losing enjoyment, more and more of my fics and snippets were focusing on other characters with buck or eddie, i wasnt really as into it anymore - but i still loved it and wanted to enjoy it (which ironically was killed dead later on by the buddie fandom itself lmao)

and then came bucktommy and everything changed. initially i tried not to give in but within a few days i had two fics and more ideas lol they completely took over my thoughts. ive never been this inspired to write, to create, I even learned how to make gifs for them (with lots of help from amazing talented friends 🫶🤣) during fall and winter I always get so depressed and sad and having very dark and depressing thoughts (last year my buck driving fic was a result of that lol), and its so hard to find motivation to do anything, even write. but this year, even tho I had a lil crisis moment, i wrote through it and im as inspired as always - i havent stopped writing since april. they're literally the most inspiring ship ever - and fun fact, usually i prefer writing about fanon ships, so this was a huge change and surprise

I always related to buck a lot, and especially once we got his bisexuality canon - checking out and appreciating hot people of the same sex and not realizing what it means is too real lol - and Tommy is so compelling and theres so much potential for so many stories there, I wish the show would do something interesting with him 😭 despite being so confident and cool, he feels like he's holding back some sad, maybe (probably) traumatic backstory that could be so good and interesting - and lou is such a good actor and itd be amazing to see more from him in this role

they wrote tommy as the perfect love interest for buck, and it was amazing to see it on screen, it was such a breath of fresh air to see this kind of queer representation on a network show, it was so gentle and adorable, and they initially handled it with so much care, and id love to see where they'd go from there 😭 the break up broke my heart not only because it happened, but because it felt ooc and abrupt and not at all like that's where the story was going. wish they'd fix it and give us tommy back 😭🙏

and lastly but most importantly - thanks to bucktommy, i met so many amazing friends ❤️😭 even when I was writing fics and interacting with mutuals on here, i was never really talking to a lot of mutuals, not for longer than a few messages, and now i got this wonderful community that i feel so comfortable in, everyone is so nice and friendly, and I love y'all so much, this is the best fandom experience ive ever had ❤️

thank you all, ive been having so much fun since april, i love y'all. here's to more bucktommy in 2025 ❤️

[honeyandthunderstorms]

heyy lovely im a sucker for age gaps sooo anything you can give me on nanny charles au 👀

He’d put aside his distaste and readily agreed to meet at Max’s house. The only other information he’d gotten out of the man was the pup’s name. Sabine Louise. It was a beautiful name.

And when he’d caught sight of the pup, he knew she deserved the beautiful name because she was beautiful herself. Jules had been right when he said Charles would swoon and activate his baby fever. Her cheeks were the lightest shade of pink and so cherubic. Her eyes were impossibly blue and her hair! God, her hair was thick with dark curls for only being two months old.

Charles had barely even noticed the man holding her when the door had opened. Completely locked in on quite possibly the most adorable pup to ever exist.

“You must be little miss Sabine!” Charles cooed as the baby blinked at him. Her eyes were wide with tears, cheeks wet, and her tiny nose was sniffling with dried snot. “You are so gorgeous. Look at those baby blues.”

Charles reached up to wipe a trail of tears from her soft skin, only to be caught off guard by the baby chirping at him and reaching a hand out to grasp his own. Her pouty face quite literally turned upside down into a gummy smile and musical little giggles.

“Oh, where are my manners? Hello, pup. I’m Charles.”

Suddenly a cough and a clearing of a throat sounded and Charles snapped to attention, straightening up and stepping back. He looks up at the alpha, completely having forgotten the man would be the one to have opened the door in the first place. The alpha was… not looking good, to put it plainly. He was not ugly by any means. Honestly, Sabine was his spitting image just with dark hair. He just looked… disheveled.

He had spit-up on his collar, his hair was unbrushed, his clothes put on inside out, and he had bags under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in hours or even days.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Charles rushes out in one breath as he holds out his hand for Max to shake. “I’m Charles.”

AHHH I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ASK THANK YOU MY LOVE <333

I have 3 chapters written and have had this idea ruminating for A WHILE. ever since my last controversial age gap fic 😅 it is omegaverse as well and I still haven't decided if I'm adding cheating in it or not, so far the answer is no, but it might change. max’s wife is awful and hates her baby and Max is stuck raising a kid and can't have any more time off from work and she refuses to even be alone with THEIR child. the pup won’t settle bc she needs a nurturing omega’s presence — in steps Charles. I honestly have so many snippets I could've used, but I thought this was a good one hehe (I can be tempted to post more though…)

tbh the whole premise started bc of a Reddit story which I can no longer remember, but the guy had his friend step in to help raise the baby and the baby starts calling him “daddy” as well as the actual dad and the wife got mad so I was like “um hell yea” so the baby will be calling Charles “mama” and Max’s wife is gonna go insane. planning for a slow burn long fic. which is why it's sitting in my drafts bc I said I would finish my other ongoing fics first before starting another longfic 😅

my wips

[emmalostinwonderland]

oH ITS NOT WEDNESDAY? Yeah im like super late for... weeks worth of these. And 7 sentence sundays. So I'm gonna give you a couple disjointed snippets here - enjoy the long post! Thank you to the people who tend to tag me in these, plus the first 4 I see in my notifs: @dizzymisslizzie @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull5914 @cactusdragon517

This one is from my FirstPrince sense share au that should've been finished back in december, Butterflies and Tummy Aches:

A, You asked me once if I cook for myself. I wasn’t lying when I said I rarely do and with little success, but my father used to cook for our family on occasion. He’d let me sit on the counter beside the stove while he prepared the meal, humming whatever tune was stuck in his head and feeding me bits of vegetables and seasoned meats. He called me his royal taste-tester, said I had a real appreciation for the parts that make up the whole. (On reflection, you may even recall some of these moments — it would’ve been early afternoon for you, most likely. And on further reflection, I’m more certain he wasn’t just referring to cooking a meal with that last bit.) When he was first diagnosed, before his energy started to go, I asked him to teach me to make his favorite. I’ve never been able to make it just the way he did, but I’ve included the recipe in this email if you’d like to try. I warn you, my penmanship was much sloppier then — please call if you can’t make out a word or six along the way. Or perhaps call anyway. It’s raining here again, and I miss your silly jokes in your gorgeous voice. Love, H

Below the cut I have FirstPrince Star Wars AU, and Merrical (Jedi Survivor) Cold War AU for those who may be interested in that

FirstPrince SW:

Henry breathes in deeply, trembling with the pain echoing out through the Force all around him. “By now… by now the Republic has fallen.” “What?” Pez sinks onto the other end of the sofa Henry is curled up on. “What does that even mean?” “The Supreme Chancellor has named himself Emperor of the galaxy. An order went out amongst the clones… they’ve turned their blasters to the Jedi fighting alongside them. I—“ he stops abruptly, suddenly choked up. Pez rests a hand on his ankle, and Henry presses on, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I may be the last one.” “That can’t be… no, what of Alexander? Surely—“ “I couldn’t warn him. He’s leading a clone platoon; he’s surrounded.”

aaaand MerrinXCal (holy shit it's been ages since I wrote het fic, who even am I):

Finally, the door swings open again, and Merrin opens her eyes, trading the mental image of her dear Ilyana for the very real sight of the red-headed man from before. "Hello again," he says softly in accented Russian. "I brought you some coffee." "Thank you," she replies in equally accented English. His surprise, written all over his face, amuses her, and she reaches for the styrofoam cup of dark liquid. "It's decaf," he says, in English this time, "I'm sure you don't want to be kept up much longer. We've all been running around too long without sleep at this point." She hums noncommittally, understanding just enough to not need to refute it. "Speaking of which," he continues, "Bode and I managed to work something out with the Director, but I wanted to see how you feel about it too." "I am listening." He nods and scratches the side of his face. He is nervous, hesitant. "They wanted you under full surveillance, but it just didn't sit right with me. The best we could manage was sending you home with an agent." Merrin nods. "I will go with you, Agent Kestis." "Just Cal, please, I- wait, me?" "Is that not what you said?" "Oh, well, um..." Whatever is going through his mind runs its course quickly, and he snaps his jaw shut with a single nod. "If that's where you'll be comfortable, that's where you'll go."

if anyone's still reading and wants a tag... uh sure. Open tag. Go forth. Also thanks for sticking around - you're pretty cool.

[moonmaiden1996]

Hiya,

Hope you're having a great day, just wanted to ask if you were okay w writing another River x Sid fic. I loooooved your last one but there aren't many for this pair even though they have sm chemistry.

Set after they get together and both back working at the park, jealous!River (BC I'm a sucker for possessive men) thinks one of their colleagues are a bit too close/friendly. Sid notices and thinks it's hilarious and adorable so she spends the day rieling him up as he alternates between silently fuming and interrupting them despite being busy busy busy w errands from 2nd desk ( Diana T) who (along w the rest of the office) think this is the most entertaining thing they'll see in a while so mik it for all they can

Ends w Sid reassuring (and teasing) him and everyone else at the Hub watch as puppy boy bounces back and they're all shaking their head in disbelief

It's probabs too specific so feel free to take liberties wherever (pls no smut tho)

IK THIS IS SO LONG BUT IM STARVED FOR CONTENT

But if you don't want to or no longer do this pair then pls tag me and lmk and sorry for rambling

Tysm ❤️❤️

I have been obsessed with this prompt. I don't really ship Sid and River as I see them more as friends but I cannot deny the chemistry. And I cannot turn down jealous or dark River requests.

@fic-adict

River Cartwright was not sulking.

Sure, his arms were crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was laser-focused on the far corner of the Hub, but sulking? That was beneath him. Or so he told himself. And yet, River Cartwright’s patience was undeniably wearing thin.

From his cramped workspace in the corner of the MI5 Hub, he had an excellent view of Sidonie Baker standing by the coffee station. Normally, that view would brighten his otherwise dreary day, but today it was accompanied by a gnawing irritation. The source of his ire? One overly enthusiastic Tom Price, a fellow officer from the Political Monitoring Unit, who seemed far too interested in whatever Sid was saying.

River didn’t trust Tom’s too-bright smile or the way he leaned just a little too close. And he especially didn’t trust the way Sid was smiling back—relaxed, amused, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke.

"Cartwright," came Diana Taverner’s voice from behind him, sharp and clipped as ever. She dropped a thin file onto his desk with a decisive thwack. "This is for you. Urgent. I need it sorted before the close of play."

"Right," River muttered without enthusiasm, his gaze flicking briefly to the file before snapping back to Sid and Tom.

Taverner didn’t miss the glance. Her mouth quirked in a faint smirk. "Something distracting you, Cartwright?"

"No, ma’am," he replied quickly, sitting up straighter.

Her eyes lingered on him for a beat too long, assessing, before she turned and walked away, her heels clicking purposefully on the floor.

For most of the morning, River alternated between pretending to work and inventing increasingly flimsy excuses to wander closer to Sid. His first attempt involved a trip to the stationery cabinet, conveniently located near her and Tom. The second saw him carrying a stack of papers to the shredder—papers that could have waited, but River decided couldn’t.

Every time he passed, he caught snippets of their conversation. Every laugh from Sid made his chest tighten. Every friendly gesture from Tom made his blood simmer.

At one point, as River loitered near the water cooler, Louisa Guy appeared beside him, holding an empty mug. She followed his gaze, then smirked. "You know, glaring at Tom won’t make him burst into flames."

"I’m not glaring," River said defensively, his tone just a little too clipped.

"Right," Louisa said, filling her mug with deliberate slowness. "And I’m the Queen of Denmark." She gave him a knowing look before sauntering back to her desk.

River sighed, rubbing his temples. He could feel the amused gazes of his colleagues, most of whom were clearly enjoying his transparent attempts to shadow Sid. Even Taverner passed by again at one point, pausing just long enough to say, "Cartwright, if you’re done patrolling the Hub, perhaps you could do your actual job?"

"Yes, ma’am," River muttered, slinking back to his desk under the watchful eyes of the Second Desk—and everyone else.

Sid, of course, noticed River’s antics almost immediately.

She wasn’t blind to the way his jaw tightened every time Tom laughed too loudly or the way he seemed to materialize near her whenever Tom leaned in to speak. She probably should have reassured him outright, but instead, she found herself leaning into the absurdity of the situation.

When Tom complimented her on a report, she smiled brightly and thanked him, knowing full well River was within earshot. When Tom offered to grab her a coffee, she accepted, even though she’d just finished a cup. And when Tom mentioned an after-work drink, she hesitated just long enough to see River tense before declining.

By early afternoon, the rest of the office was in on the drama. Shirley Dander strolled past River’s desk with an exaggerated sniff. "Smells like jealousy," she said loudly, earning a ripple of laughter from the Hub.

Louisa rolled her eyes but added, "At least he’s entertaining. It’s been a while since we had a decent soap opera around here."

Even Roddy Ho, who rarely noticed anything outside his screens, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, is this, like, a love triangle? Or are you just bad at stealth?"

River ignored them all, but the tips of his ears turned a telling shade of red.

The tension finally broke around 3 p.m., when Sid took pity on River and intercepted him near the photocopier.

"River," she said, stepping into his path. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he replied quickly, too quickly. His hands fumbled with a folder he didn’t actually need. "Just…work stuff."

Sid arched an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Really? Because it looks like you’ve been hovering around me and Tom all day."

"I wasn’t—" He stopped, sighed, and raked a hand through his hair. "Okay, maybe I was. But he’s—he’s way too…"

"Friendly?" Sid supplied, her tone amused.

"Exactly." River’s eyes searched hers, his voice quieter now. "Sid, you’re—" He hesitated, then said more firmly, "You’re mine. And I don’t like the way he looks at you."

Sid softened at his words, stepping closer. "River. Tom’s harmless. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t stand a chance. You know that, right?"

He looked at her, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, I know. It’s just…"

"Adorable," Sid finished, smiling. "You’re adorable when you’re jealous."

River groaned, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Don’t call me adorable."

"Fine," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "How about possessive? Territorial? Puppy-like?"

River muttered something incomprehensible, but the flush on his face betrayed him.

When they returned to the Hub, Sid’s hand resting lightly on River’s arm, the entire office was watching as River practically totted behind her, looking every bit like a golden retriever, trailing its owner. Shirley gave a loud whistle. Louisa looked impressed. Even Taverner, who had been reviewing something on her tablet, glanced up and smirked faintly.

"Cartwright," she said as he passed her desk, "next time, try to keep the dramatics to a minimum. This is still an office, not a rom-com."

"Yes, ma’am," River mumbled, trying not to trip over himself as he tried to follow Sid towards the exit.

As they left, Roddy frowned and muttered to Shirley, "Wait, so they’re together? Why didn’t anyone tell me?"

Shirley burst out laughing. "Thank fuck Lamb isn’t here to see this. He’d rather set himself on fire than watch that."

And with that, the Hub dissolved into laughter, leaving River and Sid to their dramatic exit.

Soooooooooo... what do you think???? Pleaseeeeee send River requests, he is such a good boy 🐕

[batbirdies]

I'd love to hear about Red Hood and Matches

Thank you, you bless me with this ask. I saved this one for last because this WIP means so much to me lmao. This is like, my next planned long fic at this point that im desperate to actually write but feel incredibly overwhelmed by because its not really like other stuff I've written.

The basic premise is that Matches Malone never existed before Jason died, he was a creation of Bruce's made to help him connect with the less fortunate and especially the homeless in Gotham after Jason died. So when Red Hood shows on the scene, he doesn't know who Matches is. Bruce uses this identity to try to get the scoop on Red Hood because the homeless and people in the drug trade etc are a lot more likely to talk to him than they are to Batman.

This puts Matches on Red Hoods radar. He starts feeling suspicious, thinking this Matches guy is maybe working for Black Mask. They have a number of confrontations, neither knowing who the other is. Eventually Bruce figures it out, but Jason still doesn't know. Thus follows Bruce trying desperately to figure out what happened to Jason, how he ended up here, like this, alive, obviously traumatized, clearly having spent time with the league of assassins, older, and so so angry.

My goal was to keep to comics canon as closely as possible within the limits of this obvious twist. I have done a lot of research trying to get my head wrapped around all the different comics events that happened right near each other, one after the other, including Block buster, followed shortly by Identity Crisis and Jack Drake's death, then War Games and Stephanie's death, then Under the Red Hood (and then after, Cass's "villain" arch). This fic would start up sticking pretty close to the events in UTRH, but I did stick to Tim being around at the manor instead of in Bludhaven (though he heads to sanfran to stay at Titan’s tower pretty early in the fic), and Cass is currently missing (ran away), being searched for by Bruce and Dick but with little hope of finding her if she doesn't want to be found.

every single one of Bruce's kid's is having an in process or building meltdown in this lmao, and he only has two hands ok.

I have a full 40k words of draft written up but if you're familiar with my writing you know that's not that much lmao. This fic would be a monster. Probably longer than clearly calm at 250k.

My "draft" is super rough so don't expect anything polished but please have a snippet of one of Matches and Red Hoods first encounters (snippet is 1200 ish words and it’s very rough don’t expect anything polished):

It’s on his way back to the safe house with the box of pizza in hand that red Hood shows.

He’s just walking down the sidewalk minding his business when a shiny red helmet catches his eye down an alleyway. Matches glances out of the corner of his eye, doesn’t look directly or slow down, and see’s him standing there with arms crossed.

He keeps going.

two alleys over the red helmet steps in front of him and they nearly collide chest to chest.

“Real funny,” Red hood’s mechanical voice hisses. “I know you saw me back there.”

“I try not to invite trouble if I can avoid it.”

Hood cocks his head to the side like he’s amused. “Interesting, I’d think butting in to a crime lord’s business was not the way to do that.”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve been butting in per se… just observing.”

“Right,” He doesn’t sound amused.

“What is it you needed from me?” Matches finally asks, glancing around them. the street is suddenly empty and Bruce isn’t surprised. Gothamites are smart, and potentially, Bruce realizes, this is what Red Hood was trying to avoid - scaring people off.

“Our man left the clinic early,” Hood growls.

Matches blinks, cursing internally but not letting it show.

“and what does that mean for you?”

“It means—“ and then he cuts off, rolling his shoulders and looking off to the side. “It means I don’t know if they guy’s ok.”

“Aaaaand—?”

“And — you have connections there. They know you. they let you see him before…”

“You want me to take you back?” Matches raises an eyebrow.

“…no,” Hood finally says, after some internal debate. “I want you to go check on him. Update me. You take me back in they won’t like it. Might not trust you as much anymore.”

Bruce schools his surprise. “Probably true… why’s this so important to you?”

“You ask a lot of questions for a guy who’s still on my shit list.”

Matches snorts, shuffles the pizza around and says, “Alright, I’ll go check on him. You expecting this to happen right this second or—“

Hood looks down at his pizza and says “let’s drop off your pizza first.” He says snidely.

So Hood wants to see his place. Alright. Nothing suspicious to see right that moment so Bruce nods his agreement and then they start walking down the sidewalk back towards his building.

And just like when he was driving him to the clinic it strikes him as vaguely humorous. Bruce holding a pizza, walking side by side with Red Hood the newest crime lord in the city, known for decapitation and having rules for his dealers, like they’re about to go share a pie together.

He could get information this way. It was the casual conversations when people put their guard down.

“You like Marino’s?” Matches asks, keeping his voice light.

Hood glances at the pizza and grunts. “I’m not familiar.”

“Oh you should check it out. They’ve been around for decades.”

“I’m not much on pizza.” He sounds sarcastic and Matches pretends to be shocked.

“What? You lactose intolerant or something?”

“Ha, no.” Is the flat reply.

“Well what then?” Matches prods, gauging that they have maybe five more minutes of walking before they reach his apartment building.

Hood is quiet for long enough that Matches thinks he won’t answer, either caught on to the casual draw for information or was not going to entertain the lax mood of the interaction. But then he says, “Nothing compares to Sartoni’s. I haven’t been to a place that I cared much for outside of them.”

“Didn’t they shut down?” Matches raises his eyebrows.

“Sure did, when I was twelve,” Hood admits, shaking his head. “Nothing’s ever come close since then.”

“I remember liking that place yeah,” Matches agrees. “Turned out to be a mob cover didn’t they?” Bruce was pretty sure he’d put the place out of business, Batman having arrested the member of the Maroni gang that normally ran it.

“Sure did. The fronts always have the best food,” the mechanized voice is almost wistful and Matches forces a casual laugh.

“Hey maybe you should open a restaurant.”

The helmet makes a shocked static noise and Buce thinks he might have snorted.

“Yeah, it’s on my list.”

They lapse into silence then, as the building comes into view a few block down. And then something pings in Bruce’s head, loud as can be.

“12 years old huh? That’s young to peak on pizza… “

Hood stiffens suddenly realizing the information he’s given away, and Bruce doesn’t have to think about it, the math is calculating in his head before he can stop it.

“Sartoni���s… they closed down in… what-“

“Doesn’t matter.” Hood snaps, hands clenching to fists at his sides, just above the two visible guns at his hips.

It was six years ago.. That case was six years ago.

Red Hood was 12 years old six years ago.

Bruce can’t quite wrap his head around it. Young, sure, eighteen was not even an adult, it was a teenager.

“Just get to your damn apartment.” Hood snaps, He’s angry now, because he knows that Matches could easily calculate his age if he only knew when Sartoni’s closed.

And he does.

Bruce’s mouth is dry, worn leather shoes heavy with each step. He reaches the apartment building and fumbles to enter a keycode on the main door with the pizza in his arms. Red Hood opens it for him and gestures in with a curt wave of his arm.

The hallway feels narrow, with hood just behind Matches all the way down.

“Hurry up,” Hood snaps when he nearly yanks the pizza out of his hands when they reach his apartment, so he can pull his keys out and unlock the door.

Hood makes no show of pretending not to look around. He sets the pizza on the rickety dining table and waltzes in, head turning back and forth as he walks through, checks the bathroom, the bedroom, the linen closet . Bruce will have to check for bugs later.

“This place is a shithole,” he says when he reenters the main room, arms crossed over his chest.

Matches watches him, the tension in his shoulders, the stiffness in his entire body, the shallow breathing.

“someone told me you were young, but I didn’t expect a—“

“shut the hell up.” Hood pounds across the linoleum of his kitchen floor and Matches backs up, Bruce is very aware that he’s unarmed and wearing nothing but a minimal padding under his shirt. and Bruce thinks, it’s true, it isn’t any kind of misdirect or joke, because the kid realizes he’s given the information away.

“christ, it’s true.” He backs into his front door with a bump as Hood edges even closer. “You’re just a damn kid.” He sounds as incredulous as he feels and Hood suddenly slams him against the door.

“I’m no kid,” he snarls, the words becoming mangled through the distorter, as his forearm shoves roughly over Bruce’s throat.

“Yeah, real mature of you.” Matches chokes out.

“You’ll watch your damn mouth, if you know what’s good for you.”

Matches doesn’t speak then, just levels the shiny, impassive helmet with a long stare. Hood’s chest rises and falls rapidly, and then abruptly he steps back, removing his arm from Match’s throat.

“If you tell a soul, I’ll kill you.” His voice is much steadier when he says it, but Bruce can see the way he shakes out his shoulders subtly, the careful readjusting of his posture.

“Like they’d believe me anyway,” Matches says as he rubs at his throat.

Hood scoffs behind the helmet and moves toward the door.

“Let’s just get going.”

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Honestly there’s so many little bits of this one I’m already excited about I might post more snippets lmao

[tennessoui]

may ko-fi: mer au part 3!!

ok so technically it is june now and officially no longer mermay but a girl was busy last night and watched challengers instead of writing mermaid sex and she's very sorry (disclaimer: there is no actual mermaid sex in this final part)

but i'm only a day late and i consider it a solid win!! the last part of the mer au fic has finally been posted on my ko-fi for monthly supporters to read and it puts the whole mer au at a completely unintentional 19k (that's not a special number i just thought the original fic would be like. 6k. so. whoops.)

here's a little snippet!:

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agrees. “For mers, usually when they’re courting, they—well. I suppose you know how mers court their intendeds.” Anakin blinks. “How would I know that?” Obi-Wan can feel his lips thin out for a moment, his eyes tighten. “You were the queen’s intended,” he reminds him carefully. “She must have courted you in the only way she knew how.” “Oh! Oh,” Anakin says. “Yeah, alright. She brought me things, yeah. Pearls and jewels and, uh. Fish at one point. So I gave her, like. A fork?” Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a long breath through his nose. “She really liked the fork,” Anakin adds, defensive. “I’m sure,” Obi-Wan says, and the truth is he thinks she probably did love the human object. The queen has always been fascinated by the human world. Perhaps if she were born as any other mer, she would have tried, as Obi-Wan had tried, to live among them. Anakin looks over him critically. “You don’t have a fish, right?” he asks, sounding hesitant. “Only it was all bloody, and I’m not really…hungry. Right now.” “No, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says.

as a quick reminder to how these ko-fi fics work, every month i post at least one new ficlet (from 4k to apparently 19k) to ko-fi in the gallery section - each gallery post contains a link to a google doc in its image description, and you have to be a monthly supporter to access those image descriptions! there are quite a few at this point if you're interested but this is absolutely not at all something i expect or demand or any other hard action verbs from anyone who likes my writing (but im so so grateful and thankful for anyone who does ofc)!! im still posting fics on ao3 and on tumblr. it's just new and different fics up on ko-fi! they're all a bit silly, like superhero anakin x journalist (maybe villain?) obi-wan, jedi werewolf obi-wan and jedi anakin, divorce lawyer obi-wan x serial-groom anakin, etc etc

[getouyuri]

i really only ever post romantic fics or snippets from romantic fics but i never show my platonic/familial ones idk why… i tend to show them to my close friends + my beta and leave it that. buuuut i wanna finish and post some of said familial fics in 2025 SAURRRR BADDDDD so im working on one of my longer WIPs with gojo and his students ☹️😞

two screenshots contain mentions of blood but nothing overly descriptive. all of these are random parts that don’t go together. characters involved are ofc gojo, nobara, yuuta, megumi, bit of tsumiki cos she’s my meow meow princess

gojo voice: MY SHAYLAAAAAS

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

For make me write!!

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (I love this fic and everything about it and I can’t even go into why but thank you for writing and sharing and I’m excited about part 2)

⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡⚡(The last chapter was so sweet and I’m so excited to see where Buck and Eddie’s journey is next with the wedding and future plans. And yay for good communication).

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮 (Ah the Bobby seeing Buck’s past had me in tears I don’t think Im ready for the opposite of that)

🚨🚨🚨🚨(I went from emotional to OH NO real quick)

🩸🩸 (Eddie healing from all his trauma in this one is just *chefs kiss*)

💐(The couple of snippets I have seen, this one about May just seems so interesting! Plus I love getting to see recurring/non-main characters heads!)

HI!!! THANK YOU!

30 for 🦮 (THANKS! I am so excited to share Pt. 2)

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 One, trying to work from home with a little kid in the house. Two, knowing that, elsewhere, Eddie is struggling considerably with missing his son. And, three, the fact that Cranberry seems to be matching Buck’s bored, cagey energy. 

Christopher is a great kid. Really, the best. But he’s still a kid. And the novelty of online school - for both student and teacher - means a lack of order and structure that leads to him inevitably seeking out Buck several times an hour. Buck has to give him a stern talk about interrupting meetings if it’s not an emergency. And no, needing a Rice Krispie Square is not an emergency. Although Buck understands the urgency. He’s been snacking on them lately, too, and they’re sort of addictive.The point is, it’s not easy sharing the same space with a kid literally all the time with no breaks. Even a kid he genuinely adores. Especially when he’s never been anyone’s primary caregiver before, other than Cranberry. 

As for Eddie, Buck knows he’s not adjusting great. They talk every single day. Often multiple times a day. He tries to put up a brave face, but he misses his son and feels badly for leaving him again. 

“It just brings back old shit,” he explains one evening over FaceTime. “Like I’m back where I started. Even if I know that’s not true.”

He’s not alone at least. Hen and Chim have both moved into Buck’s apartment temporarily, too. Which Buck thinks sounds crazy crowded. But he gets it. They both have families to protect. And with Maddie recently announcing her pregnancy, Chim is extra anxious. So, at least Eddie has company. People to look out for him at work and away from it. Because right now, there’s not a lot Buck can do for him, other than be a constant ear. 

“You’re already doing the most important thing for me,” Eddie argues when Buck expresses this. 

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24 for ���(thank you!!!! I am plowing full steam ahead on this wedding hahah because I want to get past it):

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“Shall we take a look at the bedrooms?” Gianna asks. 

“Definitely,” Eddie replies. 

She leads them down the hallway to where three white-walled bedrooms of different sizes wait to be viewed. The master has a lot of space. It’s got an odd sort of shape, longer than it is deep. But the ensuite bathroom is kind of a dream. Shower and tub. Spacious. Recently redone, so it doesn’t need any work. 

Yeah, Buck can see himself enjoying this master suite very much. And enjoying Eddie in it, too… 

The other bedrooms are good sizes too. One is almost as big as the master, minus the closet space and bathroom. 

“Chris would appreciate that,” Eddie says. 

The other is a bit tinier, but would be perfect for a, well, tinier person. 

By the end of the house tour, Buck realizes he doesn’t actually have a single major complaint. 

“What do you think?” Gianna asks. 

Eddie looks at Buck hopefully. He likes it. Buck knows he likes it. 

“I think we should talk about it,” Buck concedes. “It’s got everything we need and it’s close to family.”

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18 for 🔮(TBH the Bobby one is sadder):

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He doesn’t matter here. 

He retracts his hand. 

“Charlie, please,” their mother says.

Charlie huffs. “Fine. Whatever.”

The rest of the drive is silent. Bobby wipes the tears off his face, presses his cheek to the glass of the window, and stares off into space. Buck wishes he could crack open his head and look inside. He wants so desperately to understand what he’s thinking. Past and present. 

Buck wonders if Bobby has always been so hard to read. If he has always kept what’s hurting him so close to his chest. Did this start recently? With his father dying? Or before? How much agency does a kid have in their emotional reactions? Buck knew he often felt out of control at this age.

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12 for 🚨(hahahaha sorry):

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“Are you sure you’re okay with me taking your room, Eddie?” Hen asks when they arrive on the first day. “One of us can take the couch. Really.”

“Oh, it’s fine!” Eddie insists. “Buck and I can share. No biggie.”

Eddie hasn’t slept in his bed in weeks.

“Makes sense,” Buck adds. “Then it’s only two people per washroom. Much better shower schedule.” 

Hen raised an eyebrow at Eddie, who just offers her an awkward smile.

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6 for 🩸(THANK YOU!):

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“You can’t escape!” The guy shouted. Loud enough to indicate to Eddie that he had no idea how close Eddie was to him. 

“You all have to die for this to be over, you know” He continued. “It’s the only way!”

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3 for 💐 (THANKS!):

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“I know,” April shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to have another set of hands, though, does it?”

There’s a confidence in her tone, like she just knows she’s so capable and good at this.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i have a confession

recently i had some trouble and had to delete an email

problem is, i used the google docs there to write my fics. and i thought i downloaded them all, but only one of my major ones did, and i lost everything else

literally all of it

i am anonymous because i lost my tumblr acc but on ao3 i am veetheree, and i had this longer dilemma regarding my potterlock fic (pretty disillusioned with rowling and all.that, unsure whether to continue) but even so i saw that a lot of people subscribed to it and i wanted to at least see where the story leads, i had over 300k words apart from the 40k i published

and i domt hve it anymore :') i didnt check the process because it seemed okay and i had other uni and work stuff to take care of, and now i check it and :') it's gone :')) im not doing well, and i am going to delete the fic i think

i dont have the energy to maintain it and i dont want it to be left in the dust either - i have lost all hope for it, and this is just a punch in the gut. and i was proud of the plot and how i intertwined the 2 worlds too

this is mostly just a rant because i dont really have anybody else who can relate to the pain of fic writing and the challenges that come with it

also, as to why i had to delete the email - it's complicated, hacking situation and such, but it happened over 2 months ago so im not able to retrieve it and neither do i really feel like looking into it, im done with that fic for good 😭

that's all, thank you for being a safe space for me to go to, and i apologise to anyone who was waiting for that fic to be updated :(

Hey Lovely *HUGS*

OH GOODNESS, I'm SO sorry you had a garbage time with your email, and even more so, accidentally deleted fics from your Google Drive without saving all of them. I'm TERRIFIED of losing my own fics from my G-Drive all the time (I do actually write and have about 15 "snippets" of fics on there) and back them up religiously.

That said, I can understand how life can overtake literally everything and just make being online Too Much™ – happens to me all the time 💜🖤. And I know how disheartening it can be to just... not have the motivation anymore to continue on with something, heaven knows I've done that plenty in my 40 years, LOL. And Lovely, we have to remember to do what's best for us in the long run.

When I was a teen, I wrote a fairly popular Sonic fanfic series that I never completed, literally left it on a cliffhanger. This was back before even FFNet, and fics were distributed in the Sonic fandom on our Geocities pages via Webring, LOL. After life took over, it still remains unfinished over 20 years later. I recently found the original word docs of all 9 of the stories (with the 10th one half-finished) and while I cringe at my bad writing from back then, I still love immersing myself in that world. One of these days, maybe I'll finish it, because I do think it was a great concept and intriguing storyline that dealt a lot with humanity and sentience, just obviously written by a teenager, hahaha.

The point of that anecdote? We can still love the things we wrote, and still want to engulf ourselves in that world from time to time and not feel bad about it. And if you decide to come back to it a decade from now, that's okay too. You're only human.

And never EVER hesitate to come here for a friendly eyeball to vent to. I try my best to make y'all feel not so alone. Glad to see you are okay, Vee, truly. That's what's most important.

*SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I hope you have a beautiful, prosperous day. And I'm sure your fic-fans understand <3

[gaybd1]

This is a big ask so don't feel like you have to, but would you be interested in pitching some summaries of the fics you have up on Ao3? I know there are summaries up there, but I like the casual way you have with words and you say fuck a lot and I dunno yeah

omg this is so funny bc i know the exact way with words you're talking about and of course im not gonna pass up a chance to promote my own work hehe YOU GOT IT!

i have 20 atla fics so I'm going to recommend them in order of... least to most kudos??? to try to trick people into reading more of my stuff? lol idk

I'm 99% sure all of these are Zukka fics...

The Last Five Years - ok actually this is a bad place to start bc i don't think im gonna finish it. it just really didn't take off but um its a The Last Five Years AU with really fucking sad Divorced Zukka

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Cry - this is i think my newest one, it has trans zukka and it's a bit angsty with a fake death but i also think it's kind of fun. it's the idea trans people have of ''who's going to care if my family puts the wrong name on my gravestone?" but there IS a happy ending

A Problem Halved is a Problem Shared - im gonna be honest i dont fucking remember writing this one lol but it says dialogue-only and it WILL be angsty bc it is about zuko and sokka dealing with different issues they have

One Last Time (and its sequel The End of All Things) - Actually OLT is definitely one of my faves I ever wrote. It's my canon-compliant take on um... *cough* Sokka's death, referenced in Korra. It's SO angsty but it has one of the most visceral scenes I've ever written and I DID cry writing this. TEoAT is the happy ending Divorced Zukka deserved with bonus Iroh but you WILL cry reading that too. BUT i cant fucking recommend these ones enough!!!!

If I fade away (the awful things we do to make the head go quiet) - VERY dead dove. trans zuko needs to pay a MASSIVE price to get home to the Fire Nation after Ba Sing Se, and it's not his choice at all. I love this but READ WITH CAUTION

In Which Sokka is Supportive Ally Boyfriend Goals - I am dead serious i like dont remember this one at all but i know it has trans zuko!

Nourishing the Flame Within - not the best written tbhtbh BUT it does have two very important Zukos in it that I hold to be universally true: trans zuko and eating disorder zuko

bad idea right? - okay this is DEF one of my faves lol its about divorced zukka but they just cant stop messing things up and sleeping with each other even though theyre not together anymore lolol

Keeping it in the Family - lmao OKAY SO this is the ONE version of zukka that im like 'ok all u z*tara folks, maybe zuko WAS with her and it obvs didnt work' and then he hooks up with sokka instead and its GREAT but oops now we have Family Drama

Scars of Trust - bro im not gonna like i barely remember writing this one but i remember I LOVE IT and it's about sokka who has been dating zuko a while but he finally learns that zuko is trans? its great

Playing the Long Game - eh, i don't love it, but I'd say it's worth a read. it was my first longer fic in the fandom. it DOES have a great Zukki evolution though if you're into that, and a nice mystery!! Also some whump and angst bc of course

Keeping Score - I liked this one! It's just little snippets of times Sokka has survived assassination attempts, because we always hear about it happening to Zuko, but Sokka gets them too. Angst obviously

It Was Cruel and It Was Wrong - wow, a dead dove fic, yes. It's basically like "If I'm Joo Lee and you're Joo Lee, then who's flying the bison?" Yeah so Sokka and Zuko are both brainwashed by the Dai Lee and Suffering but be careful because this gets DARK

Mother - Izumi has two dads but she feels bad she doesn't have a mom. But guess what, her dads don't have moms either!! She's very happy to find that out! Wow Izumi, way to have some sympathy.

Impact - It's about Zuko taking a longer time to recover from an assassination attempt than he'd want, and Sokka being loving and patient with him! I wrote this when I had a bad concussion for like three weeks and so it's pretty like. Medically accurate lol

Scratchy - Short and sweet. I don't remember this one much but I know that it is fluffy and involves turtle ducks!

Hidden Pain, Shared Love - Another short and fluffy one. It's about the first time Zuko sees that Sokka has problems with his leg sometimes?

Zuko and Sokka Get Engaged in the Most Zukka Way Possible - okay i actually really love this one because it's on brand and cute and also i made it fucking angsty because oF COURSE

Zuko Amongst the Dragons - yes so what if zuko was raised by dragons and met the gaang but he was super feral? and what if shenanigans ensued? AND what if sokka and zuko fell in love anyway????

[quirkle2]

ohdang someone already asked 25 UHHHH you could do another specific detail! or answer 17 instead? or both! or neither i'm not the boss of you lol

HII i can't think of another hyper-specific thing for 25 so ill do 17 :]

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

i've mentioned it recently but im workin on a fic that focuses on the aftermath of the mogami arc, and approaching certain parts of the canon events slightly differently to account for how mob would act in a more traumatized state of mind. i'm basically taking the show's sentiment of mob not being very traumatized by mogamiland and attacking it with a rock. still workin out the rough edges, but i know ritsu has a pretty big role in it

i'm planning on it being on the longer side—No idea how many words, i'm not very good at guessing that sorta thing—in one big chapter, against my better judgement. chaptered works usually get more engagement, buuuuuuut this fits the vibes better and the vibes take priority <3

here's a snippet that i don't think will make it in the text after all which is sad cuz i like it:

“I almost thought you were dead! Man, that took you ages.” He feels a little like somebody’s unmoving, upside-down goldfish. Perhaps it’s a bit on the nose, but Shigeo has recently fallen in love with the concept of clarity, and he likes when it’s around. He doesn’t like seeing things through the smudged glass of a tank like back then, and especially hated trying to peer through the gathering algae. He felt like even when he got a good vantage point, and even when his fins laced the surface of the water, the glare of a lightbulb overhead always blinded him from any details. And poking his head above the water—daring to prod the cardboard cutouts of cruel students in the halls—felt like a death sentence. So he’d stayed under, and wondered why the water pressure threatened to pop his eyes. [...] “Yes… it did.” That exchange had been the moment he’d been pelted with cold ocean water. His reply had come after he realized that it had kept time frozen while he was gone. And that he’d been gone at all. Maybe the metaphor doesn’t work—he’s never been a poet—but he thinks the concept stands. He’s back in the big ocean now, the real deal, with all the real fish and the real seaweed and the real sun beyond Snell’s window. So why does it feel like he’s still in the tank?

whoops sorry for never shutting up

[altruistic-meme]

2 5 & 16 for the fic ask game!! assuming we are playing it hehe

ofc we're playing lets goooo!!!

2. Do you focus on attention to detail when you read fics? Are you more or less attention to detail focused when you write fics?

so when i read fics, if i notice a detail i'll start paying attention to it! i'm not always the best at seeing things like that, but i love moments where i catch smth and get to go "hey wait! i know this!!"

when writing, i think i tend to be less detail-focused most of the time, but i do have some fics where i am paying extra close attention. some bc i want to have that sort of symbolism and hint, and some bc i want to have extensive foreshadowing, but it takes me so much longer to write if im doing it so i tend to not worry about it that much!

fics i'm working on slowly that are very detail-focused include: (wit)jitp, the scars are poems, blackhole time fuckery, and the port mafia boss's most loyal dog

5. Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

“Dazai isn’t infallible,” Chuuya said, as though he could read Kunikida’s thoughts. His tone wasn’t harsh, at least, it almost came off understanding. “He likes to pretend that nothing scares him, that he can predict everyone’s moves, that you will never really be able to surprise him. But it’s all a sham.” “Why?” Kunikida can’t help but ask. It’s not as though he never believed this himself, he knew that somewhere in his mind, Dazai was as average a person as the rest of them, but that side rarely if ever truly showed.  “We’re back on the topic of morality now,” Chuuya smiled, though his tone was more… playful than annoyed or frustrated as it had been at the beginning of their conversation. For that, Kunikida allowed himself to let his own tone soften as well. Something more lighthearted, maybe even familiar as he said, “Didn’t I tell you that we couldn’t discuss them separately?”

another snippet of Chuuya and Kunikida's conversation in my abo au! Chuuya and Kunikida WILL be besties and NO ONE can pry their relationship out of my hands cus i will bite you for trying

16. Do you stick to canon when you write characters and fics?

it depends wildly!! usually with fics, not super closely as i tend to mostly prefer writing canon-divergence at different levels, which necessarily changes the story from canon. but i always try and stay as true to character as possible at the very least. (ofc taking into account how changes of circumstances and situations would change the characters themselves)

[ fic ask game!! ]

[shouyuus]

Heyyy! I hope ur doing ok :)

I love ur suo fic where the reader had an abusive relationship

I was wondering if u could do more of it, maybe smt triggered the reader bc of her past relationship and suo comforts her?? Idk u can work w it however u want!!

Anyways, love ur work >.<

Have a great dayyy <3

hi bby!!! i think that came from a snippet of a dead fic that i'd put away a while back -- maybe !!!! i rly do like exploring that side of suo but right now, im not feeling a fantastic amount of motivation to write longer pieces (big sad but im trying not to be hard on myself for it)

who knows tho! i might pick it up one day in the future!!!!

[loverwithalittledagger]

wip wednesday I guess

The current Kazper fic im working on (hanahaki and 5in1 tropes with 4 major character deaths before things works out)

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This understanding is as much as a curse as the flowers were, it comes too late to change anything - but from then on, when the night is quiet and a breeze that feels like a sharp smile and a hint of danger on the horizon curls through the Slat, Kaz will trek out to a quiet unmarked place under a tree where a bright rose bush blooms no matter the season and sit there alone with only regrets and the ghost of the man who loved him for company.

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3.

"Would it have made a difference then?" Jesper asks quietly, staring into his drink. Emotionally, this feels the same to him as discussing the weather or a very distant past. These feelings mattered to a person that he once was, he's stayed up long enough tracing his mind over the emotional pathways of his memories that lead to the same numb nerve endings.

He's at peace with those choices now, it's hard to not eventually find peace with nothingness, hard to be angry at a lack and hole left behind where something probably should have been, but for the sake of that previous Jesper, the one who loved the man next to him with everything he had in him and then gave it all up to keep his role and his duty, that Jesper deserved to have the question asked, even if he no longer cared about the answer in the same way.

"Maybe. I don't know." Kaz was looking away now, shoulders hunched in just slightly with the weight of an unnamed emotion. It looked like guilt to Jesper's eye.

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Macdoc content: Dear Diary chap 3 snippet

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Oddly everything has been quiet on the supervillian arch nemesis thing. (I can't believe I have a super-villian arch nemesis, I have a weird life already, and he's definitely the weirdest part of it) 

It's oddly comforting, and maybe I shouldn't say this, but you're a book and you can't respond to shame me, but there is something comforting in knowing that he's out there. Yes, he does try to kill me, and I would really prefer to stay alive, but with him I know where I stand. The hero, here to save the day, the genius with my pocket knife, where I have to use every trick I have to win, and he's the villain and I didn't believe in villains like that before him, he's almost cartoonish, I believe there are bad people sure, but an honest to goodness arch-nemesis with real actual supervillain traps and plots and lairs. I feel like, when he's the enemy things become simple. Straightforward. Me against him, good against evil. 

He'll probably kill me one day, it's how these things go. But there's also a comfort in knowing that. Nothing else is going to get me, it's like I'm invincible until that point. Fated even, for this cat and mouse game, and when I'm dealing with everything else, it's easier somehow because they're not him, and so I can survive and I can save the day, I've beaten him so there's nothing I can't do.