#the wip posting ritual works every time

[rawrl1ns]

What happened in Vegas might not always stay in Vegas.

Max + Charles | Post Las Vegas GP

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[syoddeye]

reading recs

received an anon the other day that requested fic recs of all ratings, here's a big list of some of my favorites! definitely not exhaustive, definitely forgot people, and i am so sorry in advance for that. please mind the tags on these fics.

SNAFU by @adnauseum11

I've posted about SNAFU before. This is one of my comfort series. Excellent characterization of a retired John Price, navigating a relationship with one of his oldest friends.

Heavy Weighs the Crown by @sentientcave

Newer series, very yummy so far. I love Charlie's characterization of the 141 in this universe, and their writing is delectable.

Rugby AU by @sentientcave

Another banger from Charlie. Reader Ripper is also yummy. Something to snack on. To quote: "I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals."

Nobody by @391780

My gateway fic into Nikto. Without giving anything away, every chapter sends me into a short spiral. The most recent chapters have done heinous (affectionate) things to my brain.

Ursa Major by @the-californicationist

Have you ever been to Alaska? Ever wanted to visit? Honestly, read this fic and let Cali transport you there. Her ability to set the scene and bring it to life is un-fucking-matched. Doc (Reader) is a smart, confident reader-insert that feels like a real person.

Binders and Boyfriends by @pfhwrittes

Trans 141 and Trans Reader supremacy. Another comfort series from the wonderful Parker. Everything listed here is wonderful, but I have a major soft spot for P's Gaz-centric works.

Housemate!Gaz by @pfhwrittes

First, in this house, we hate Reader's roommate. Second, we are Widget fans. Third, could you fucking imagine opening the door and your new roommate was Kyle motherfucking Garrick? I'd faint.

Call of The Jurassic by @stuffireadandenjoy

Another newer series that put me on the edge of my seat. When I first saw that Tats was giving us my favorite fellas and putting them in Jurassic Park, ooooooh, I knew we were going to be spoiled rotten.

Wrong Number Right Day by @stuffireadandenjoy

"Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day." Reader's living the dream. Text Kyle Garrick and get cash money for rent? Very excited for more of this.

Price of Pegging by @gemmahale

Pegging and John Price. I could stop there, but I won't. Gemma nails the depiction of a submissive Captain Price. She also captures the dynamic of a couple trying something new extremely well, that gave me some fluffy feelings.

All of Gemma’s WIPs by @gemmahale

I've had the absolute privilege to read some previews of Gemma's work and the WORK and the DETAIL and the CHARACTERS are chef's kiss. Delicious. It's so difficult to pick just one. I love the Feywilds. Useful Girl. Call of the Wild. Do yourself a favor and spend some time in the tags.

Offer Me His Hunger by @kaadaaan

Something about a 141-er and a single mom that's gonna do it for me every time. In Offer Me His Hunger, it's Johnny, and Reader has no idea what she's in for. Jesus Christ, Kadan writes one of my favorite Johnnys, and really nails that obsessive and calculating streak.

The Space in Between by @391780

You will laugh, you will cry, you will love and hate mafia boss!John Price. Reader crosses paths with John and the 141, and gets caught in their wake. Early writes some of the best Reader characters of all time, and this one's no different. This story will get under your skin so fast, in the best way.

The Arrangement by @391780

Speaking of Early, this is THE gateway drug to her work, in my humble opinion. One of the first COD fics I ever read and converted me into being a Price girlie. Sugar Daddy Price x a cute, smart, and fucking funny Reader. Also one of my favorite characterizations of Simon of all time.

Club 141 by @greatstormcat

BDSM and the 141 make a Sy very happy. Reader starts off with a fake ass dom and is quickly properly introduced to BDSM culture with the fellas. Really solid group dynamics. Make sure you read that Price x Ghost post for a good fucking time.

Lamb to the Slaughter by @ohbo-ohno

Probably one of my favorite Ghoap fics of all time. The way my jaw was on the floor for the majority of this should've sent me to the emergency room. It's brutal, it's horrifying, and fuck me running, I loved it, start to finish.

The Pit by @peachesofteal

First, the nightmare of getting into an accident in the winter. Second, having Ghost and Soap find you. Oh boy, The Pit is peak Ghoap manipulation. When I got to the end, I just sat in silence. Stunned. It was amazing.

Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied by tippytulip (if you're on here, pls lmk!)

Another early COD fic for me. A thrill ride with a whip-smart Reader AND it's set in the Midwest. Those are two ways into my heart. The relationship between Reader and Price isn't an easy one, and he gives her a dozen and a half reasons to dislike him. Another ride of a fic, with great action scenes and group dynamics.

Trapper, Keeper by @tinypandacakes

A König fic that makes me screech no less than ten times per chapter. Panda writes a fucking scary König and it blows my mind. So much of it is subtle and manipulative, with few outright (so far, it's ongoing!) examples. I get a knot in my stomach every time I read and I LOVE IT.

DOG by Danceofthesevenveils

Another König fic that features a pathetic loser König, who is also one of the scariest motherfuckers I've ever read. The use of text messages underscores the creepy vibes, and a great vehicle for the Reader x König dynamic early on.

Desire Paths by @ceilidho

Manipulative best friend Johnny, you are iconic to me. Ceilidh writes some of the best nasty Johnny fic out there, but Desire Paths has my heart. Another ending that had me gasping.

Take Me Home, Country Road by @ceilidho

Cowboy Price, take me awayyyyyy. A fantastic Western AU focused on a Reader with a secret and a Sheriff Price that'll make you sit up straighter. Ceilidh captures John's voice so clearly, I can hear it when I read. That porch scene is seared into my brain in the best way.

Tender is the Flesh by @crashtestbunny

Do you like scary Simon? Do you like feeling unsettling and turned on? *slams table* Do I have the fic for you! Connie's butcher!Simon makes my blood run both hot and cold. "Oh she’s a stunner." lives in my head rent free. Also the apron tie bit.

Pornstar!AU by @shotmrmiller

Warning, if you don't smoke, you might start after reading Toni's porn AU. I love this depiction of Ghost, his control and his care. AND there's a threesome bit with Ghost x Reader x Price. It's what dreams are made of.

[akasakurevival]

Hello and welcome to the first cross-media AkaSaku event hosted by the AkaSaku Revival Fan Club discord server, open to all to participate!

🎃 The 12 Days of AkaSaku Halloween 🎃

Starting October 19th and on through October 30th, we'll have a ship and corresponding prompt each day! We're sharing the itinerary a month early in case anyone wants to prepare in advance, but this is also an optional Flash Event!

Prompts and Ships

On the [ ] day of Halloween, Leader-sama gave to me...

1st) ItaSaku under the cherry tree

2nd) SasoSaku in surgical gloves

3rd) PeinSaku and a summoning ritual

4th) TobiSaku (ObiSaku) at a masquerade

5th) DeiSaku committing arson

6th) ZetsuSaku lost in the woods

7th) KakuSaku grave robbing

8th) KisaSaku under a full moon

9th) KonaSaku with a deadly bouquet

10th) HidaSaku and bloody lips

11th) Honorary AkaSaku in a haunted house

12th) AkaSaku carving pumpkins

All media, genre, and rating types are welcome, but we do have a few rules that participants will need to follow.

Rules

Begins Oct. 19th, ends Oct. 30th.

Use #12DaysofAkaSaku tag when posting art/fic to tumblr, A03, etc.

Prompts don't need to be the focus, but should be incorporated in some way.

NSFW/dark content must be tagged, include appropriate content warnings, and (if posted to tumblr), placed under a read more.

Participants don't need to create something for every ship! Create for whichever days you like.

Late submissions will be accepted for a week after.

Only submit your own work.

Optional Flash Event

• Recommended (but not enforced) max word count of 500. This is to help those who wish to create for multiple days, but are working with limited time!

If you have any questions, feel free to message @akasakurevival or the admin @frostmarris! This event is open to everyone, but there will also be an invite to the discord server in a reblog. Come join is if you'd like to see more AkaSaku content, member wips, or sprint along for the Flash Event!

We're looking forward to seeing what everyone's makes!

Happy Halloween and happy creating!

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

getting the jump on this week’s wip wednesday hoping it motivates me 🤞

during Bix’s recovery post-ferrix, her and Imogen share a bit of an old ritual

“May I?” Imogen asked as she motioned towards her. 

It took a moment for Bix to understand what she was asking permission for, but once she realized Imogen offered assistance with her frustratingly unkempt hair, the mechanic gave a quiet nod. 

Bix always approached her thick, unruly hair with a wide-toothed comb rather than a brush. It prevented the curls from poofing out like a cloud of smoke. Just a few passes through the strands after she woke up tamed her hair enough to braid. Imogen – with her straight silky hair – seemed to know this. Without a comb worthy of the job on hand, she carefully ran her fingers over Bix’s scalp to loosen the tangles. To receive such warm, gentle touches caused Bix to shut her eyes and drink it in as her shoulders involuntarily slumped with a quiet exhale. 

A moment of peace. A moment of genuine comfort.

Then Imogen parted her hair down the middle, sectioning it off over both of her shoulders. She started with the left side first. Bix slowly opened her weary eyes to observe the bounty hunter’s hands begin to methodically part her hair into three more sections before she weaved the strands. 

The pattern was simple, nowhere near the intricate weave that Bix used to practice nearly every single morning before she opened the yard, but the fact Imogen knew how to braid at all kind of surprised her. Bix had never seen her hair in any style even resembling that of a braid, even when it had been pinned back. 

With a small leather cord, Imogen tied off the first braid and went to work on the other. Bix took a few moments to study her like she never has before. The crease between her eyebrows had relaxed despite the utter focus in the woman’s intense, steel gray eyes. Bix followed the angle of her nose down to her slightly parted lips. She missed their softness. She missed the way her breath would come rushing out between them. 

A part of her wondered if she would ever get to feel them the way she has always longed to feel them – tenderly, lovingly, without reservation. Bix wanted a kiss that felt the way Imogen’s hands did running through her hair.

“I hope that is… sufficient,” Imogen announced in an almost bashful tone once she leaned back.

Bix blinked out of her stupor and glanced down at the finished braids. While they were not done by her own hand, they would have served her well enough on a work day. Imogen’s efforts made her feel a little bit more… herself, however fleeting that feeling may be. “Thank you.”

“I admit it has been quite some time since I have braided.” 

“Where’d you learn how?” 

Imogen went still. Bix caught the subtle twitch of her upper lip that would happen whenever she struck a nerve, only now it hadn’t been intentional. She expected the bounty hunter to ignore the question at best and retaliate with a bitter retort at worst, but Imogen instead met her gaze and the twitch turned into a small smile. 

“I once wore one. A small braid over my right shoulder.” She pulled forward a strand of hair from behind her ear as if to show the mechanic the nonexistent braid she spoke of. Bix could still picture what it might have looked like. Now that Imogen described it, she thought perhaps she recalled tales told in her early childhood of young Jedi wearing such braids. “Of course, the rest of my hair was much shorter then. All the way above my shoulders. I hated it.”

Bix let out a short, amused breath. However, unlike Imogen, she found herself rather fond of the mental image she had painted in her mind — that of a young girl with short hair and a braid over her right shoulder, scowl present, those cold eyes as striking as a bolt of lightning.

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[proxima-writes]

NOTE: NOT ALL FICS ARE AVAILABLE ON TUMBLR YET. Feel free to send me a message if there’s one in particular you want posted ASAP!

the satanic rites of eddie munson (wip) **cw: blood, violence, gore**

Summary: Eddie was just trying to have a normal Thursday when some band from out of town decides he’d make an excellent virgin sacrifice for their get-famous-quick plan. 

Except he’s not a virgin, and the ritual unleashes something much more sinister that lives in him now, hungry for flesh and possessive of you, the pretty cheerleader he’s always been drawn to.

Which means anyone that touches you? Needs to die.

Pairing: Demon!Eddie Munson/Female Cheerleader!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 10,959

Chapters: 4/6

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1. bat out of hell (complete) **cw: dubcon, violence, gore**

Summary: Convinced Eddie might still be alive, you travel to the Upside Down to find him. You weren’t expecting the monster that finds you instead.

Pairing: Kas!Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 19,548

Chapters: 6/6

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2. the mark you saw on my collarbone (part 2 - not to be read standalone)

Summary:  A snippet of life with your human and your monster.

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 2,322

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3. secret’s out (part 3 - not to be read standalone)

Summary: Dustin and Steve meet Kas. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,004

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1. something perfect (complete)

Summary:  While your mom heads out on her grand honeymoon with her new husband, you find yourself spending your summer before senior year in the sleepy town of Hawkins, working at your dad's comic book shop. It's shaping up to be a pretty monotonous time until Eddie Munson enters your life.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 26,269

Chapters: 9/9

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2. something more (wip - limited updates)

Summary: Moments with Eddie through your senior year at Hawkins High. This is a part two to my work “something perfect”.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 4,386

Chapters: 2/?

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1. nothing else matters 

Summary: It’s been a few months since Corroded Coffin has played at The Hideout. Ever since recording an actual album and having one of their songs picked up on the radio, they’ve been securing actual shows, with actual crowds. 

But whenever they’re within fifty miles of good ol’ Hawkins, they drop into the grimy dive and put on a show. The crowds are bigger, with fans coming in from surrounding towns and cities, but there’s one constant he looks forward to every time.

The new bar owner. As of two years ago, crotchety old Hank finally sold the bar to the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 2,454

Chapters: 1/1

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2. change your mind (connected to “nothing else matters”, can be read as a oneshot)

Summary: Five times Eddie Munson asks you to marry him, and the one time you say yes. This is a companion prequel to “nothing else matters”, but can be read as a standalone.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 6,575

Chapters: 1/1

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3. ‘til the sun burns out (connected to “nothing else matters”, can be read as a oneshot)

Summary: Your wedding night to one Eddie Munson. Part of the “nothing else matters” series, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 3,069

Chapters: 1/1

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4. we are the dreamers (you are the dream) **cw: pregnancy**

Summary: You pee on the stick as instructed and set it on the counter, staring at it as you bite your nails. “This is insane. There’s no way. There’s absolutely no—“

Two pink lines.

Well, fuck. Part of the “nothing else matters” universe. Can be read as a stand alone.

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Chapters: 1/1

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spilling our guts

Summary: Eddie Munson has been your best friend for years, and your secret crush for longer than you care to admit. When Chrissy Cunningham shows up at his house one day, you’re thrown for a loop, thinking they’re together.

Eddie proves to you just how wrong your assumption is.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 3,701

Chapters: 1/1

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demon’s are a girl’s best friend

Summary: Since returning from the Upside Down, something dark exists in Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. Something that is satisfied by only one thing - sex. And they've set their sights on you.

Pairing: Incubus!Eddie Munson/Incubus!Steve Harrington/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 5,530

Chapters: 1/1

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your name like a prayer

Summary:  The list of mistakes Eddie Munson has made in his life is not short, but he’s pretty sure “calling out your best friends name while fucking your girlfriend” has jumped straight to the top of the list.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 4,899

Chapters: 1/1

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blue jeans and leather (even better on the floor)

Summary: When Steve Harrington sees Eddie Munson for the first time in ten years, he’s not prepared for the feelings that resurface. But this time, he’s willing to see where they’ll take him.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 4,846

Chapters: 1/1

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this is for real (this time i mean it)

Summary:  Five times your best friend Eddie Munson kissed you, plus the one time it meant more.

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Word Count: 4,546

Chapters: 1/1

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cruel summer [complete] **cw: age gap**

Summary: Joel takes a contracting job renovating a master bedroom and bathroom while the homeowners are away for the summer on a cruise.

He wasn’t expecting their twenty-three year old daughter and the thoughts he’d have about her.

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Chapters: 6/6

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take care (complete)

Summary: Joel and Ellie stumble on a house they think is abandoned as they escape from Silver Lake.

Except it’s not, and Joel isn’t ready for another reason to lose sight of what he needs to do.

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 6,684

Chapters: 2/2

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home

Summary: A snippet of a happy life in Jackson.

Pairing: Joel Miller/Female Reader

Rating: G [no warnings, just fluff]

Chapters: 1/1

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1. crimson red paint on my lips **cw: age gap; dark!Joel**

Summary: Joel Miller is an asshole.

You should have known better than to show up at his door with your lips painted red.

Pairing: Mean Smuggler!Joel Miller/Smuggler!Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI - significant content warnings available on post)

Chapters: 1/1

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2. me and the devil **cw: age gap, dark!Joel**

Summary: Joel doesn’t take kindly to the attention you’ve been receiving from a FEDRA agent.

Pairing: Mean Smuggler!Joel Miller/Smuggler!Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI - significant content warnings available on post)

Chapters: 1/1

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[iamasaddie]

you know what my favorite ritual when reading fanfiction is? i follow a WIP, however long it takes for the chapters to come out, i read them as they are posted, and when the work comes to an end, and the author says “this is the last chapter”, before i dive into the last one, i go on and binge the whole work. i don’t know why but it feels so important to me, i sometimes spend the whole night just reading 80k word fic, and reading the final becomes even more enjoyable.

anyways this is just a random post and also thanks to all of the amazing fic writers who spent immense amounts of time building worlds and characters, learning be words and creating intricate metaphors, doing the most absurd amount of research just so every detail is historically accurate even though most readers don’t know when and who invented the sybian saddle and will never even have a thought to look it up. and at the end of it all thanks for spending long nights with me while i left tears, breadcrumbs and rips on my bedsheets 🤍

[suzukiblu]

WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

feral Kon and liger pups

omegaverse nursing

the wet nurse omegaverse

weird Kryptonian bonding rituals

YJ accidental baby acquisition

snippet from "feral Kon and liger pups":

Kato needs fed his supper, so Panthera is going to feed him his supper. She's a very big cub now and so now Mother and Father trust her to feed Kato and mix up his special food for him and take him out on walks for his daily exercise and comb his dark, curly mane every morning.

But Tigris and Leo are not very big cubs, and the two of them just knocked over the whole week's worth of medicine doses that Panthera is supposed to mix into Kato's special food.

Oops.

"Oh no!" Tigris cries in distress, hiding her face from the sight of all the shattered vials and spilled medicine on the storeroom floor as Leo whimpers worriedly and hides his entire self behind her. Panthera, as a very big cub and very grown-up princess and very good big sister, decides to solve the problem.

"It's okay, Grissie," she assures her, and then she carefully sweeps up all of the glass and cleans up all of the spilled medicine and washes all of the floor so no one will smell the medicine in here any stronger than usual, and then it's fine. Sacker will send more medicine next week like always–he's very regular with Kato's medicine deliveries, even when the castle hasn't ordered anything else from his store–so all she has to do is pretend like Tigris and Leo didn't spill this week's delivery, and it'll be fine. Panthera's the only one who feeds Kato now anyway, so no one else has any reason to notice his medicine is missing.

"Were we naughty?" Leo asks nervously, and Panthera reaches over and pats his little head.

"Accidents aren't naughty, Lee-Lee," she tells him firmly. Mother and Father don't even need to know. Tigris and Leo are only four, but she's six, so she can definitely still take care of Kato even without his medicine. It's only to make him behave, anyway, and Kato is such a good boy, and Father tamed and trained him so well. He doesn't really need his medicine to behave, she knows. Not for just a week.

Panthera knows that humans are wild and dangerous, of course, but not Kato. Kato naps contentedly in sunbeams every chance he gets and sleeps at the foot of her big-cub bed every night and lets her braid his mane and sits very patiently when Tigris and Leo want to climb all over him or ride on his back or shoulders. Sometimes he bites, yes, but he never bites them. And he wears a pretty golden collar with Mother's royal seal on it, and pretty silken tunics that a wild human would only ruin, and likes to be petted and hugged and kissed and once threw that mean mercenary Killa all the way across the courtyard for trying to hurt Grandfather.

So Kato is a very good boy, Panthera knows.

She makes sure everything is definitely all cleaned up, then shoos Tigris and Leo out of the storeroom and off to play, and takes Kato his supper in the courtyard like usual. He's dozing in the last of the day's sunlight before it sets, because he loves the sun more than anything but her and Tigris and Leo. Even more than hunting or playing or having his hair combed or being petted, even.

Though maybe not more than hugs. Maybe.

"Here, boy! Here, Kato!" Panthera calls, and Kato perks up and darts over to her, half-crouched like always. He bumps their heads together and nuzzles her temple, purring happily, and she scritches her claws lightly through his mane. Human skin is pretty tough–she's never scratched Kato even accidentally–but it's nicer to be gentle with him anyway. He likes it. Though he also likes when Father scruffs him and Howler and Growler wrestle him and Gorr gives him those heavy pats he always does, but Panthera still knows he likes her pettings best. She never pulls his mane or ears too hard like Tigris and Leo do, and he cuddles with her whenever she wants and always goes to her first.

Sometimes Howler jokes that maybe Kato thinks Panthera is his cub and laughs about it. Panthera thinks maybe he actually does, but she doesn't mind. Maybe someday Kato will have real cubs, though, if they get him a mate or breed him. She doesn't really know how humans raise their cubs, but she bets Kato would be a good sire either way. He likes her and Tigris and Leo best, and he's patient with all the nobles' and servants' children, and even the children who just come up to them in the streets of Roam, whether he knows them or not.

He's less patient with adults, especially rude or mean ones. But animals have a sense for when people are bad, Panthera's always heard, so she's not surprised by that.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Hey man

this is the malevolent fic-starved anon.

You mentioned a Jarthur fic rec list

👁️👁️👁️

yo! i got you 👍

i haven't published the post yet because there are some more fics in my marked for later i want to get through first, but i'll go head and copy/paste the list i have so far for your enjoyment. putting it under a cut since it's long.

formaldehyde (or, The Case of the Missing Lilly) by SupposedToBeWriting 110k M

Half of the King in Yellow gets ejected through a portal on a failed ritual. To return, he must perform a human sacrifice - harder than it first seems, as the entity struggles to adapt to the peculiar ways of mortals. In a stroke of luck, he finds the perfect sacrifice in the form of one drunken, surly ex-PI: Arthur Lester.

In the meanwhile, Arkham is in the swing of Prohibition and everyone knows how things work around here. A chance meeting and an abrupt kidnapping put John and Arthur on a case: one where secrets lurk behind every mask and blood flows thicker than gin.

Surrogate: The Director's Cut by Kraiva, Somniate, Trin (ssjtrinity) 637k+ WIP M

The King in Yellow had a plan. It worked, and Arthur Lester broke.

Then it all went to hell.

A certain Outer God took issue with his favorite show's cancellation, and arrived with certain demands.

Hastur is furious. His adopted daughter is afraid. John wants to kill his other half; and Arthur has a lot of healing to do in rebuilt Carcosa, in the mystical Dreamlands.

Forced family is not, as it turns out, a good time for anyone.

(yes, this fic is absurdly long, and YES, it's absolutely worth it)

All that is mine to me, all that is yours to you by Stringgoblin 86k M

"We'll find you a nice cadaver, or something."

After everything, Arthur and John finally have time to figure out how to get John his own body. It isn't a pleasant process. It turns out that having a fragment of a god excised from your mind has some side-effects, and being a fragment of a god suddenly resident in a human ex-corpse isn't particularly straightforward either.

They'll help each other through it. They always do.

whiskey old fashioned sour by bluejayblueskies 80k E

Following the death of his daughter, famous film composer and pianist Arthur Lester drops out of the music scene and disappears from the public eye. Ten years later, Arthur now works as a private investigator and has no interest in performing or composing ever again.

John is intrigued by Arthur, who comes to his club to drink on the rare nights that there’s no music scheduled. As they meet again and again, they begin to grow closer. But Arthur isn’t the only one with a past he’s trying to run away from.

In a Yellow Wood by oprime 72k T

John is gone, and Arthur goes back about the business of living. Until he finds himself thrust back into the dark underbelly of the world and decides to find his best friend. Or die trying.

I Prefer My Heart to Be Broken by Trin (ssjtrinity) 140k M

(TMA/Malevolent crossover)

Somewhere Else isn't right, and they've never talked about what happened in the Panopticon, but so what? They're together. The Fears aren’t gone, no, but behind a curtain, subdued.

Martin actually loves the small-village life, farming and friends and found family. Jon is... managing. They're making it work.

But the universe they landed in is occupied, and its current rulers are very interested in the new kids. Entities made of Fear, attached to a damaged ex-human and his surprisingly sneaky lover? Who could resist playing with that?

Everyone has plans, and plans under those plans. What happens when a web grows too heavy to support its own weight?

"Tears and blood, blood and tears," says Kayne.

He is not wrong.

Oh, I Love You So Much (It Scares Me Half To Death) by SupposedToBeWriting 84k M

Arthur and John have become Doe & Lester, private detectives. Finally in his own body, John is eager to see what the rest of his mortal life holds -- Arthur, on the other hand, believes that John should spend his life without Arthur holding him back. Arthur is not the sort of man who can provide stability, warmth. A family.

On a case, they find a baby clutched in the arms of her dead father. John grows attached quickly, and together, the men discover that the baby is in fact Emily MacFarland from another timeline... and that the universe is much more breakable than they thought.

The sky falls around their ears, strange flesh monsters crawl from portals, and the world seems to be nearing its end. John begins to realize what exactly he wants out of life, as Arthur faces the constant enemy to his own happiness: himself.

A Night Out In Albany by SupposedToBeWriting 9k M

Arthur and John arrive in Albany after the last train to New York leaves. Stranding in Albany for the night, they take advantage of the opportunity and get Arthur a change of clothes and a shave -- and maybe even a movie, if time allows. After the horrors they encountered in Addison, and amidst Arthur's growing suspicion that his friend is hiding something, sometimes it's nice to have a night out on the town.

How Their Light Sets Me Dreaming by Artistic_Witch 12.6k M

After the confrontation with the King, John awakens to a beautiful vision of a life he and Arthur never had the chance to lead. Is this a manipulative trick meant to break him, or something else entirely?

Now That's What I Call Entangled! by Croik 58k E

On the way to the plateau, Arthur and John discover a spell in one of their books that will (hopefully) allow them to fight back against the King in Yellow. But when John ends up absorbed by the King, it's up to Arthur to free him.

tachycardia by bluejayblueskies 6.3k E

The thump-thump-thump increases until it’s all John can hear, and quite frankly, he’s had enough. “Just calm down!” he snarls, and he clenches his hand into a fist, and then—

And then, it stops.

John has a single moment of blissful silence.

Then, Arthur wheezes and crumples to the ground.

.

Or, John gains control of Arthur’s heart.

In Vino Veritas by SupposedToBeWriting 5k T

Taking advantage of relative safety, John and Arthur have a nice meal and a bottle of wine. It takes some time before they realize that certain god fragments are not immune to the effects of alcohol, and certain mortal men have recently lost a significant amount of blood. Confessions are made, plans are established, and a good rest is had by all.

Take My Skin and Wear It by PrettyArbitrary 3k E

Stripped to his skin, Arthur lays back on the mattress. “All right, John, I’m all yours.”

They share a body. John thinks it's about time he got more familiar with it.

It Would Be A Long Drive Home by Croik 20k T

The King in Yellow throws Arthur out of the Dreamlands, convinced that will be the end of his troubles. But he's miscalculated - Arthur and John are still deeply entangled, and the threat of Arthur's death and banishment to the Dark World hangs over them all. The King has no choice but to help Arthur survive this, for his own sake (aka Arthur Never Makes the Deal with Kayne AU).

Faroe's Waltz by Wildehack (tyleet) 10k M

Arthur dreams of pain and wakes to music: the opening strains of a melody, left incomplete.

Cold As the Rain That Falls in December by captaincravatthecapricious 41k M

There's no way Arthur just waltzes off to NY with a hole in his stomach sewed up by filthy thread and fishhooks, right?

Phagia by PrettyArbitrary 4k T

It's a holdover from his old body, his old identity. Sometimes his blunt little human teeth ache to bite. To rend, to tear into flesh and set his jaw and just rip.

a burden halved by Calamitatum 11k

Arthur's scars litter his skin like a roadmap of mistakes, the harrowing evidence of everything he's suffered to keep them both alive.

When John is injured on a case, he's startled to find that Arthur can't feel it. Determined, for once, to ease his friend's burden, John keeps the severity of the wound to himself. After all, he's seen Arthur bounce back from plenty worse, right?

Right?

From Roots to Tip by Croik 3.2k E

Breaktime in the Dreamlands, and Arthur promised that John would have his turn for a "hand job."

The Lightning In The Collied Night by Artistic_Witch 4k G

Arthur decides to help John acclimate to his new body by teaching him how to dance.

Sometimes all you can do is dance in the dark...

Embrace the World Ahead by SupposedToBeWriting 2k T

Taking a quiet moment, Arthur starts to nod off. John has a question he'd like to ask, and in return, Arthur receives the first hug he'd had in a very, very long while.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

27 and wesper for the prompt meme 💕

Hiiiii! Thanks for playing ❤️ I was aiming to make these cute little drabbles, about the same length as the WIP game, BUT. That didn’t happen here.

So, enjoy what is essentially a oneshot missing scene from Only Way Out (is through).

27. Accidentally Sleeping In

The kitchen was still cast in deep blue shadow. The night clung to the corners of the room, and the furniture in the adjacent den was nothing but dark silhouettes as the windows gradually lightened. Blinking out over the fields with bleary eyes, it looked like another clear summer’s day on the horizon. A breeze made the jurda dance; the last stars glittered above; and the first fingers of sunlight were going pink as they chased away the darkness.

The house felt still in a way that it hadn’t since the boys came to stay. There was no glow of light under Jesper’s bedroom door, and there was no squeak of mattress springs as they restlessly shifted around and around. Wylan’s usual beleaguered whisper was absent, leaving nothing but the slumbering silence of pre-dawn.

He hoped Jesper had gotten that poor lad to go to sleep and stay asleep. And that he’d still gotten a good night’s rest for himself.

Colm looked at the wall clock— scarcely 5 bells.

He’d give them till the half chime.

He took the coffee pot down from its cupboard as quietly as he could manage, and set the kettle on the fire. He would give them until breakfast was ready. Usually, Jesper was stumbling down the corridor by the time he smelled griddlebreads, anyway. Even after all these years away, it was still like a summoning ritual for even the most exhausted of sons.

Even this exhausted, though? Addy’s voice chimed in from the back of his mind. You’ve never seen him this tired. You know that.

Colm sprinkled flour across the countertop, and unwrapped their breakfast dough from where he’d left it to rise in the hearth’s embers overnight. Perhaps he kneaded into the soft puff of it with more feeling than usual, but he couldn’t help it. He was worried.

He had never been able to hide from his wife— especially not now. And, as usual, she was right.

It had been just over a week since Jesper and his young councilman had docked in Shriftport. They brought with them two haphazardly packed cases of clothes, but Colm considered them lucky that their ship didn’t charge them extra for the bags under their eyes. There was a weight on Wylan’s skinny frame so broad and crushing, it almost surprised the Kaelishman to see the lad walking.

Jesper helped shoulder that weight with all the grace of a man anticipating an explosion, but Colm glowed with pride all the same. They were good partners, those two. He watched them give and take throughout that long, sleepless week— he caught the tail end of long talks and brief check ins. Every morning after they came in from the jurda fields, Colm brought in the post; and every night, he walked past their bedroom door to see the lamps still lit as they worked steadily through the passing hours.

And, he saw the circles under their eyes grow darker with each morning, over griddlebreads and coffee. In the pre-dawn, they seemed as deep as any shadow in the house.

Colm was finally beginning to understand the extent of what Jesper was trying to say in his letter, all those days ago.

Dear Da, it read, I hope you’re well. Good to hear the harvest is coming in strong, and the buyers are already lining up.

Things here are fine— I’m worried about Wylan. This house is starting to feel bloody haunted, and the noses of the council constantly poking in aren’t doing much to help. Everything is piling up. He thinks I don’t know how much this is grating on him, and I don’t know how to tell him he’s scaring me.

I know I’m not much of a communicator—

I understand if you’re still mad, but I’m trying to—

Did you ever have to talk to Ma— that one was so blotted with ink, that Colm had to hold it up to the midday sun to find the words underneath.

I don’t know what to do. You told me to tell you next time I didn’t know what to do, so I’m doing that. He’s not sleeping, he forgets to eat, we spend all day pushing through this damned paperwork, and getting him down to the club can only distract him from the worst of it for so long.

I’m so tired, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Help? I suppose?

He signed it with love from the both of them, and Colm had reread it until the parchment feathered at the corners. It was still tucked into the bookshelf in the shadowy den, used as a place marker in a half-interesting novel he gave up on.

The kettle whistled. With floured hands, the Kaelishman turned in the time-honoured route from counter to stove, and then to the coffee maker. He didn’t need to think about it. The motions were as natural as breathing, and he had other things on his mind.

The night before, the three of them spent a few short hours in the den before retiring for the day.

Colm couldn’t even remember what was being said, when Jesper suddenly went very still, and quiet. His grey eyes blinked, wide and sparkling, and he looked over to his young councilman as if he wasn’t sure what he’d see. And then he smiled.

No, he beamed.

Because Wylan Van Eck was deep asleep, his cheek smushed up into Jesper’s shoulder. His thick lashes tickled along his cheek, chapped red lips just a little bit open. He took slow, even breaths against Jesper’s chest, and Colm couldn’t help the clench of emotion that snuck up around his heart.

He looked like a little boy.

And Jesper looked like he’d been given an absolute treasure of a gift.

He kissed his forehead— gently, so gently, as if he’d bolt upright at any second— and didn’t dare to wake him up to shuffle him off to bed.

Colm held open the bedroom door so Jes could fit Wylan and himself through the narrow opening. The smaller lad was laid out in the center of the bed while Jesper fluttered around the room, unlacing Wylan’s boots and slipping his braces from his shoulders. For once, Colm found himself glad that his son was so allergic to making his bed— it made it much easier to slip back in at night.

And that was the last he had seen of either of them. The Kaelishman bid his son goodnight in a whisper, and Jesper smiled. He looked so exhausted,and so relieved.

Oh, he hoped they’d managed some good rest.

By the time the half chime rang through the little farmhouse, each bread had been cooked to golden brown, steaming perfection. Coffee was ready. Plates were on the counter— not that Jesper would use one. Not when there was the option to leave crumbs on the kitchen floor.

But, Jesper wasn’t here. There were no creaking bed springs, or sleepy grumbling voices coming down the corridor. Colm craned his head to peek at the lad’s door, and the glow of the lamp wasn’t there, like it had been so reliably for so many days.

The sun was rising, painting the kitchen and the den with the wash of warm pink, yellow and Zemeni blue sky. Yet, even with the shadows chased away, the house was still heavy with a sleeping hush.

He sighed.

At least when Jesper was awake all night, he didn’t oversleep.

Rolling his eyes, he poured himself a coffee and took a long sip. He stared at the door, willing the light to turn on, and to hear his son roll out of bed and curse at the clock.

They were meant to start the second round of the harvest that morning. The first of the drying blooms were out in the silos, but the growing things of the earth weren’t just going to wait for them to be ready to pick them. The time frame was limited. How many times had he told Jesper that? How many times had he walked the short path from the kitchen to that bedroom door, and given him the wake up call he missed?

This time, though, he raised his hand to knock, and… paused.

Instead, he dared to open the door and poke his head into the room.

The sunrise was a little slower to reach Jesper’s room, turning the peachy dawn into a warm lavender haze through the drapes. The bedside table was stacked with the last of the letters to be sent— signed and sealed with a splatter of red wax. But, on the bed itself, there wasn’t nearly as much formality… or urgency.

The covers had been kicked around. Only a sheet was draped across Jesper’s skinny hips, his gangly limbs starfished out across the mattress. He was utterly dead to the world. His ribs rose and fell in deep pulls of breath, and Colm wished he could see his boy’s sleeping face better. He always looked so sweet and young, finally at rest for once in his wild life.

But, this time, his nose was buried in a nest of wild curls.

While Jesper had sprawled, Wylan had curled up under his arm, cuddled in between his body and the wall. His cheeks were flushed with the warmth of sleep, even in the low light, and he looked just the same as he had when he fell asleep the evening before. He had a cheek squished up against Jesper, lashes fanning his cheeks, and chapped lips slack. Now, though, his fingers twitched and flexed over Jesper’s chest, and he was burrowing impossibly closer to him. A tiny little sigh passed Jesper’s lips— he could see it as it ruffled the red curls obscuring his mouth. Maybe he smeared an unconscious kiss to his forehead. Colm couldn’t tell.

Oh Saints. Colm couldn’t bring himself to wake them.

“Da?”

Grey eyes blinked at him for a long, sleepy moment, not processing much of anything at first. And then, it hit.

“Fuck—!”

“Shh, shh— no.” Colm crossed the small room to stop his son before he moved and woke the both of them. “No, no. It’s alright, Jes.”

Jesper blinked. Wylan made a sleepy little sound, but didn’t wake.

Colm pulled the covers back up over them, and Jesper finally seemed to understand what was happening. His eyes went half lidded. He sighed.

“Get some sleep, son.” He murmured.

Jes just hummed.

They were both asleep again by the time Colm closed the door behind them.

❤️❤️❤️

[silvercap]

For the writer's ask game, 17, 26 and 32 pls!

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

Hmm, not too many? Bad habits include dropping a WIP to work on another one and slowly cycling through the stack over and over until one of them gets finished 😭 As for rituals... about the only one I have is when I actually post the fic--I always read it obsessively after I hit the post button and then edit through, share the link and post it on tumblr, and then move the fic document from 'in progress' to my 'posted' folder and download it to a USB drive!

26. Favorite writing program?

I usually use Google docs for sheer convenience, with a dark background mode extension! My favorite is probably Word though--if it wasn't so expensive I would use it more haha

32. Most difficult character to write?

Chris, by far. Idk what it is about him, but I have a hard time grasping his personality and voice. I feel like I don't really know much about him, even though I've played every game he's in, and I just can't seem to get inside his head. Maybe I'm just very different than him, or maybe he has a severe case of main character syndrome or something, but I can't figure it out 😭

Thanks for the ask! (From this game)

[hemlucks]

―; a writeblr [re]introduction 

previous url ; latrantem

long time, no see! it's been over a year since i was last active on this lonely little writeblr. but with a newfound fire under me to complete these wips that have been loitering in my brain for years, i've decided to come back!

―; about the author/blogger

name ; dylan

age ; 25

from ; chicago, usa

blog type ; writeblr, personal

mbti ; isfp-t (turbulent mediator)

what i write ; dark academia + campus thriller, romance, contemporary, literary fiction

―; works in progress

i have quite a few wips (will be posting more intros for those soon!), but here are loglines for my three main wips that i’ve been working on every day:

the last twist of the knife (campus thriller)

in rainy portsmith, rainier academy students unearth a dark conspiracy tied to town and school leaders. guided by a found journal, they strive to expose the truth and thwart a malevolent ritual.

those who tempt fate (dark academia)

amidst the intoxicating atmosphere of a secluded campus, brilliant students unite in their pursuit of immortality, delving into the eerie legacy of an ancient cult.

treacherous (campus thriller/mystery)

within the seemingly tranquil halls of echelon academy, a sudden tragedy drives everett and hudson to uncover a conspiracy surrounding the school's rowing team.

the man i am (contemporary romance, coming of age)

after his supposedly straight childhood friend is outed to the entire school and ostracized from their entire community, river williams decides to re-kindle a friendship he once lost.

i thank you for reading this horrifically long introduction and look forward to sharing your edits and reading all of your wips !

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Lukanette MerMay 2023

Lukanette MerMay officially begins today! 

You may do as many or as few prompts as you like, in any order. No word limits or time limits! The event will run throughout the month of May. Be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog your work! Rules are at the bottom of this post below the cut. You’re welcome to join our discord server to chat and share your WIPs, or just for some encouragement!

If you post to tumblr please tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog.

If you use AO3 you are welcome to add your work to our collection for this event.

You may participate on any platform, but please leave a link either in our ask box or on our discord server so we can make sure to include you in our event summary post!

1. Pirate/Mermaid

The kind mermaid/merman that likes to explore on their own has a deserted island they like to visit. One day, a pirate on the run takes haven there. They don't look as menacing as the rumors say though

Pirate capitan luka having a mermaid wife, she always follow his ship and luka had a tank on his room for when she spend the night, also mermaid marinette is fascinated by clothes, Luka had an storage space for all the clothes she like

2. Accidental/Involuntary Transformation

Luka is turned into a merman to save him from drowning, and the smitten Marinette shows him his new underwater home. (Or vice-versa.)

If you wish upon a shooting star it becomes a mermaid/merman if it lands in the sea....

luka and marinette (two mermaids) accidentally get turned human after messing with some magic. chaos ensues while they attempt to blend in with other human beings.

The kwami powerup for water turns ladybug into a mermaid

H20: Just Add Water AU

3. Sirens

"You had earplugs in! Why did you steer straight for the Siren's Rocks??" "Did you see how blue the siren's eyes were?"

Siren decides this sailor is too cute to kill

4. Songs of the Sea

Luka the "drowned one" plays the guitar underwater (apparently that's a thing you can do) to a group of fascinated deep sea mermaids

"Where on earth did you get to last night?" "I heard the mermaids singing." “That's your excuse every time you disappear.... Oh my god, that really is a mermaid!"

On a deep sea mission to collect whalesong (for an album project?), there's something else down there with them, and it's singing back.

Human luka and mermaid marinette singing a duet

5. Culture Clash

Mermaids have a very specific ritual for finding the (shell, rock, trinket. Etc) to propose with

Mermaids like shiny things

Mermaid clan wars

Merfolk dragging their s/o underwater for a quick kiss 

Merfolk can change at will, but their hands are cold regardless of their current form.

Mermaid in a sushi restaurant

6. Atlantean Miracle Box 7. Sea Witch 8. Selkies 9. Not Your Typical Mermaid

Luminescent Mermaids (different colors represent different clans/pods/locations/elements)

Octopus mermaid 

Deep sea mermaid 

Seashorse mermaid

Kraken mermaid

Shark Mermaids

10. Mermaids of Unusual Size 11. The Hunted  12. Curiosity Killed the Catfish

Marinette the mermaid excitedly asks Luka questions about the human trinkets she found. 

Watching (and crushing on)  the other from afar

13. Human/Mermaid

Human luka and mermaid marinette singing a duet

Mermaids had soulmates, everyone knew that. Humans had soulmates, or at least the legends said they did. Nobody had ever heard of a mermaid/merman and a human being soulmates before. But the proof was right there as your (whatever sign of a soulmate you want to use) showed the human was your soulmate.

Luka brings Mermaid Mari to a costume party

Mermaids and human work together to save the oceans

Rescue the human from drowning

14. In the depths

Abyss AU: underwater research team finds more than they anticipated

Deep sea mermaid 

15. Mermaid Hanahaki

you start losing your scales and then the ability to breathe underwater and will get stuck as a human if your love goes unrequited for too long

16. Dragon/Mermaid

RULES

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event. Some form of Lukanette must be included. Romantic, platonic, pre-relationship, even breakup fics are fine, as long as no other ships involving Luka or Marinette are included, except as past relationships. The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. 

NSFW entries are permitted but characters must be of age and content must be properly rated and tagged. 

Posts that don’t follow these guidelines will not be reblogged. 

[walkawaytall]

for your ask game - what's up with #3 and #4? particularly word of the day haha i love the concept already

Thank you for asking! Okay, so, funnily enough both of these started out as stories intended for fandom events, and then I ended up going in an entirely different direction and they’ve sat somewhat abandoned ever since. I even posted snippets of Macabre because I was so sure it’d be submitted for that event, so if it sounds familiar, that’s why:

#3 - Macabre: the basic premise is that, post-war and post-wedding, Han finds out Leia’s written down every time she probably should have died but didn’t on a calendar as…I guess a coping mechanism of sorts while Han was in carbonite (she’s lamenting the odds of them being able to rescue him successfully, and Luke says to think about all the times the odds were against them and they should have died but didn’t, and Leia decides to take the suggestion very literally), and since most of the times she should have died are also times when Han should have died, they start celebrating the days as weird, personal holidays because…I dunno, gallows humor as a coping mechanism suits them both, I think. Anyway, I have 2600 words that I really like of this thing and then couldn’t decide exactly where I wanted to take it because one route would’ve meant a VERY long one-shot, the other would’ve felt incomplete to me, so it’s been sitting there while I work on other stuff. I did just think of a possible third option, though, but I need to think on it a bit more before picking the project up again.

#4 - Word of the Day: this is crack treated seriously for sure. Han realizes that Dodonna not only has a Word of the Day calendar, he tends to overuse whatever the word of the day is, so to keep himself entertained in meetings, he basically makes a game of trying to identify the word of the day and then keeping a daily tally. During a particularly boring and scattered meeting, he ropes Leia into it, which starts a series of inside-joke-type games they play to get through dull meetings/gatherings. The concept isn’t fully fleshed-out, but I’m clearly a sucker for people having rituals and inside jokes, so I’m sure I’ll at least attempt to finish it someday.

WIP game

[pb-dot]

WIP Wednesday: The Gildebrant Enjoyers' Society

Good WIP Wednesday to all. Today, I have decided I want to talk a bit about what kind of art world His Impossible Brushstrokes portrays and how Gildebrant's paintings are percieved in general. To do so, I'm going to talk about one particular group of Tomasz Gildebrant fans, The Gildebrant Enjoyers' Society.

The works of Tomasz Gildebrant aren't exactly well known, and to call them well-liked is similarly an overstatement. Looking at the rough , pronounced strokes and dark subject matter, often depicting bleak surroundings and ancient rituals preformed by not-quite-human figures, it's not hard to see why. There is something darkly compelling about Gildebrant's works, and to the niches of art enjoyers that can stomach it, it is deeply fascinating. Many of Gildebrants biggest fans are controversial figures in the art world, crime syndicate honchos with a taste for art, edgelord noevue riche-upstarts, the odd tech bro, collectors of extreme and transgressive art, and all manners of people one can rely on to ruin a dinner party.

Then there's the Gildebrant Enjoyers' Society. While this club certainly is secretive enough to fit in with the network of miscreants and enjoyers of the extreme of the wider Gildebrant sphere, they are much more wholesome. Few saints walk among the GES, but similarly there are very few felons or prolific sinners among them. The Society meets on a bi-monthly basis, this is to say six times a year, and requires an official invitation to attend.

As to what exactly happens during these meetings, this is more uncertain. None of the Society's known members own any Gildebrant, and given his relative obscurity, there aren't much supplementary material such as documentaries or writings about the man to discuss, even given Oscar Skerry's occasionally heroic outputs about the man won't keep anyone but the slowest readers for the all-night meetings that the Society hosts regularly.

The Gildebrant Enjoyers' Society has no public-facing side, but if confronted about what they do once every two months, your average member may confess that the Society is exactly what it sounds like, and that they "gather to be together and enjoy art in ways that the non-initiated may find a bit odd." While I hesitate to spoiler too much, our messy and decidedly non-initiated hero Oscar will run into these folks, and I can hardly wait to share the results with all of you.

Taglist:

@teacupsandstarlight @jeahreading @frostedlemonwriter

If you would like to be on the taglist, please check out the Tag List Post

[digitalsatyr23]

A late Writeblr Introduction

Beautiful art of Selena by the wonderful @extremely-nervess

Hello! I’ve been wanting to break out of my shell and interact more with the writeblr community, so here I am! Feel free to interact with me, whether in the form of asks, tag games, writing/WIP/OC questions, or similar stuff. Also if you would like me to take a look at your work, feel free to ask! I am a very slow reader, but I do enjoy reading quite a bit.

About my writing

I am primarily a dark fantasy writer who has been writing stories and running D&D/Pathfinder games out of my setting Arachnia for well over a decade by this point. (Although more work is on the gaming side, I’ve been trying to expand my library of literary works little by little.) I also dabble in horror, sci-fi, and mixtures of those genres. My works tend to be very character-focused with (relatively) simple plot lines. Very A -> B type stuff, though I have been experimenting a bit more as of late. Morality varies by the character. Some of my characters are heroes, others are... Not so much. Some are just regular people trying to figure themselves out. If that sounds interesting, quite a few of my stories are posted here. I also have a fanfiction I’ve been meaning to get back to.

About myself

I’m a 32 year old guy who has a great love of stories, art, and self-expression. I’ve recently shaken off a writer’s funk that kept me from really doing... Anything. If I’m being totally honest, I’m not in the best of places mentally. I deal with schizophrenia and depression on the regular, and I do what I can to deal with the day-to-day. Stories are... My passion. My life. I use them as a form of escapism, yes, but they help me cope. That’s just how it is. I also quite enjoy video games, cartoons, anime, music, and just about everything else I can find different kinds of stories and characters in. I sometimes talk about those things, so you might see non-writing posts on my blog.

WIPs

Saria, Hero of the Forest: An Ocarina of Time fanfiction set in an alternate timeline where Saria of the Kokiri has to take up the mantle of hero. In the beginning, the story follows the events of the game almost to a T (including existing dialogue), however events begin to shift and change as the story progresses... I also use this story to explore fan theories and expand on characters I really like that didn’t get much screentime, as it were. There are currently six chapters available, with the 7th that’s been waiting... Waiting for me to get my act together!!

Bebop Bayou Tales: Stories about a self-proclaimed protector of the swamp, Rina Woodshed! She’s a gator girl that goes on adventures with her friend Lafayette, a grey fox boy. The bayou and its surrounding lands seem to attract all sorts of wayward monsters and spirits, and Rina does everything she can to keep her home safe from harm. There’s already one story in this series that’s finished, but many others are going to be added to the series!

The Book of Songs: A long term project I’ve been working on every so often for quite some time now... It’s the story an immortal assassin trying to escape their past and live a normal life as well as a young girl who is saved from being burned at the stake. Together, these two try to find a place they can call home. The first book in the series is already finished (though I have yet to find a publisher for it), and the second book has been pending in the 2nd draft stage.

Collab Story (title unknown): Another long term project that involves me and three other friends creating a collaborative story involving our characters (including Rina, since her setting is a part of the collab setting as a whole). It begins with a young mage performing a dark ritual, despite the many many warnings of the school faculty. The next thing she knows, she’s dead... But it seems an enchantment she put on a family heirloom gave her a second chance at life, so she awakens as a lich, though her memory seems to be damaged. Soon after waking, she finds the family heirloom missing, and in her quest to get it back, she learns of a terrible plot and dark forces trying to gather a set of four ancient artifacts... One of which is her family heirloom. This particular story has a whopping 29 chapters to its name, though since it’s a very friend-to-friend work, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to show it until it’s finally finished.

What Keeps Me Going: A short story (or possibly novelette) I’m currently working on as a commission for a friend that takes place in my setting, Arachnia. It’s about a young adventurer named Reah Fenae who stumbles upon a village that has been beset by vicious boarmen called porga. After rescuing a child from imminent danger, Reah puts her life on the line to save the villagers from a fate worse than death.

Wonderful art of Rina by the very talented @delightful-69​

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20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS

I was tagged by seven of you (!!!) so here are my answers. Consider this an open tag, I have no idea who hasn't done this yet.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

222 if you don't count the hidden ones, 245 if you do.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1.5 million (this does count the hidden ones because I'm too lazy to go subtract them from the total).

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently HP and Good Omens, but I've written for 16 fandoms over the years, and you never know which one I'll go back to.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

-Finding Home (no longer available)

-the spaces between

-Da Capo (no longer available)

-Courtship Rituals (no longer available)

-quicken to the new life (no longer available)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes. I go through fits and spurts of either responding to every single comment, or responding to none. It doesn't mean I don't appreciate comments! But I'm already writing and posting fics for free, and responding to every comment is something that I don't always have the time or mental space for.

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

Fuck, idk. I don't know what's angst and what isn't. The Fall of Gods, maybe.

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

I write a lot of fluff, actually! Idk how I got a reputation as an angst writer, smh. The Trouble With Quidditch is pretty fluffy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Oh, sure. But it gets deleted.

9. Do you write smut?

Begrudgingly. It's extremely demoralizing as a writer to know that the only way a fic is going to get attention is if you put smut in it, so I do it sometimes just for the kudos/comments. But I hate every second of writing it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yep. I've done a HP/GO one, and some cracky Sherlock/Star Trek ones, and probably a few others I can't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep, several of them into different languages.

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

Yes! @allcanonisrelative is probably the person I've written with the most, but I've written with others as well.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

This changes by the hour so I literally can't answer this question. Maybe Aziraphale/Crowley?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Hm, I have a few unfinished fics on AO3, but I've already admitted that those won't be finished. I have a Sirius/Bellatrix + Sirius/Remus fic in my drafts folder that it would be nice to finish someday, but that will have to wait until I feel like writing Wolfstar again (which will probably be never, thanks to the Remus apologists).

16. What are your writing strengths?

None.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Everything.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Well, I know that it used to be standard that you would italicize it, and now you're not supposed to do that, so I no longer do. I also think that you shouldn't translate it! Especially not right there in the same line on the fic. If you're writing dialogue in another language, context clues should tell us enough about what the characters are saying that translation isn't needed.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: TNG.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I never like anything I write, so idk. Price of Memory, maybe, because that one was at least a lot of fun to write.