#wanted to post this on ao3 but i'm currently on the waiting list :( soon

[hear-that-music-in-the-air]

Helping Hand

My first RD fic! I haven't written proper fanfic in a hot minute but the little pixel people grabbed me by the throat and opened my google docs

Also shoutout to @nightmun for helping me visualize Ian's silly little mug

Summary: After seeing Ada struggle with the rhythm treatments, Ian comes up with a way to help her out.

Fic under the read-more :)

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Dr. Edega loomed over her, his eyes boring into her back over the top of his clipboard.

"I expect better from you, Dr. Paige. Times are changing. If you can't keep up, then maybe you're not cut out for this job after all,” he said lowly.

Ada couldn't meet his gaze. Instead she stared down at her hands, balled into trembling fists, as her heart pounded in her ears. Burning tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, and she immediately felt ashamed, like a child being scolded.

She had messed up. She had been treating a patient with the rhythm defibrillator and started to panic as soon as she lost track of the tempo. Ian had frantically swooped in to take over and finished the treatment smoothly, while Ada had watched, feeling numb.

She was distantly aware of Ian pushing past her, positioning himself between her and Edega.

"D-Dr. Edega, sir—this is a very new, experimental treatment method. We're still working out the kinks and—and no one's going to be perfect at it right away."

"That's no excuse. There's no room for mistakes when lives are on the line. You both know that."

"N–Not every case we get is life-threatening," Ian said, and she was faintly surprised at the edge of anger creeping into his tone. "And she'll practice. She can—"

Edega pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"I don't care what she does as long as her performance improves. See to it that she receives more training as soon as possible. And keep looking for any bugs in the program in the meantime."

Ian opened his mouth to say something else, but was silenced by a single look from Edega. He shrunk into himself.

"Y–Yes, sir. Of course."

Edega turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving a heavy silence behind him. Ada didn't realize that she was still shaking until Ian placed a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"Ada?" His voice sounded so far away, as though he were speaking to her from underwater. She attempted to pull herself back, focusing on the warmth of his hand as a grounding point. She placed her own fingers unsteadily over his and gave him a tremulous smile.

“I’m…okay.”

Ian watched her face, brow furrowed in concern.

"He—he shouldn't speak to you like that. I—I hate it."

She sniffled and quickly swiped at the tears that were threatening to spill under her glasses. She took a deep breath and straightened, attempting to look professional instead of pathetic.

"No. He's right. We can't afford to make stupid mistakes in this line of work. And it’s not…it’s not just him.” She remembered the way the patient’s heart rate had spiked on the monitor when she missed a beat, and let out a shaky sigh. “I just...can't stop thinking about what might have happened if you weren't here."

Ian frowned.

"Ada. You can't go beating yourself up over what might have happened."

"Sure I can," she joked weakly. Ian didn't laugh.

"We're—we're all trying our best here," he continued. "And Edega doesn't see how much you do for the patients every day. He barely comes out of his office, and when he does it's only to—to reprimand us for something or other. Everyone else in this hospital loves you. You—you're a good doctor, Ada."

As she stared at him, all of the tears that she had swallowed came rising back up in her throat. She let her head fall against his shoulder with a soft thump, and a quiet sob escaped her. She felt Ian freeze for a moment, uncertain, before he awkwardly wrapped an arm around her. She leaned into the warmth.

"Sorry," he whispered. "Not really a hugger."

Ada let out a watery laugh.

"I know, doofus. Thank you."

She pulled back and tried in vain to wipe the tear stains from his coat.

“Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m crying all over you. This is gross.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” Ian said. “But that’s okay.”

Ada collapsed into a nearby chair, suddenly feeling indescribably exhausted. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes before letting out another long sigh. Ian sat down next to her, awkwardly rubbing the back of his hand.

"Personalized care, comforting patients, that's what I'm good at,” Ada said. “You're the one who’s amazing at all the technical stuff.” 

She stared up into the harsh light of the overhead fluorescents, letting her vision go blurry. 

“All Edega seems to care about is getting people in and out of treatment as quickly as possible. Seems like if he has his way, pretty soon everything will be done remotely. I guess I just feel kind of useless,” she muttered.

“You’re not useless,” Ian said quietly.

Ada made a noncommittal sound.

“Like you said, there’s so many other things you’re good at. Trust me, Ada, we—we’ll always need you. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me,” he joked.

She attempted to muster a smile, but she knew it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Ian frowned again and fell silent for a long moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he stood abruptly, nearly startling her out of her seat.

“Oh! I—I might actually know a way to help you!” he cried, pacing excitedly. “M–Meet me in the basement when you come in tomorrow.”

Ada blinked up at him, baffled. “Oh…um…okay? What—?”

Ian was already gone, scurrying down the hallway towards the door that led to the basement. Ada shook her head bemusedly, before scooping up her clipboard from the nearby table to see which patient she needed to check on next. She took a moment and closed her eyes, mentally preparing for the rest of her shift. 

Deep breaths.

She heaved herself onto her feet, and set off in the other direction towards Cole’s room.

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When she came down to the basement the next morning, Ian looked haggard, yawning and rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. When he saw her, however, he lit up in a smile and eagerly waved her over.

“Ada! Hey! C-Come here, I have something to show you.”

On his desk was the rhythm defibrillator device, and attached to it was a new button that she didn’t recognize.

“...What’s this?” she asked as she slowly descended the stairs.

Ian spun around in his chair to face her, gesturing enthusiastically.

“I was up all night testing this, but it—it works! Basically, it modulates the detected heartbeats to—to simplify them on our end, and then it translates the button input back to the original complexity to match the patient’s heart pattern. S-So you’ll still be administering the same treatment, but it should be easier to—”

Tears welled in her eyes all over again, and Ada practically fell forward to pull him into a hug, grinning from ear to ear. Ian stiffened uncomfortably, and she suddenly remembered herself.

She stepped back and laughed sheepishly as she wiped away the tears.

“Right. Not a hugger. Sorry, I really need to be better about that.”

Ian looked at her for a moment, sighed, and then smiled. He stood from his chair and wrapped her in another hug, tighter than before.

“I’m willing to make exceptions,” he mumbled into her shoulder. Ada’s heart swelled, and she squeezed him back just as tightly. Then Ian let out a yelp as she lifted him off his feet in her excitement, and she quickly set him back down. 

“Too much?”

Ian laughed weakly, smoothing down his rumpled coat.

“Too much.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

She returned her attention to the new button, running her fingers over the smooth surface. It looked fairly similar to the standard one, though slightly bigger. She gently pressed it down and it made a satisfying click.

“Thank you, Ian, seriously. This is…incredible.”

Ian scratched the back of his neck bashfully.

“It’s the least I could do. You already work so hard. H–Hopefully, this’ll make your job a little easier.”

Ada suddenly remembered his words from yesterday. You’re everyone’s favorite doctor. Otherwise, they’d all be stuck with me.

“You’re doing a good job, too, by the way,” she said softly. “Edega’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that. I know that a lot of your work is behind the scenes, but it’s just as important.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Ian looked away, embarrassed. “Y-You don’t have to say that.”

Ada smiled fondly.

“Just want you to know that you’ll always be my favorite radiologist.”

“I’m quite literally th–the only radiologist that we have.”

“Still.”

Ian finally broke into a smile, too. “Okay, okay. H-How about we test this thing?”

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A week later, Ada told him that she had a gift for him, and produced a small white coffee mug from her coat pocket. Ian burst out laughing when he saw it.

“Wait, d-does that say ‘number one radiologist?’”

It was a “Number One Dad” mug from the dollar store that Ada had drawn over with a permanent marker. She had added two lines under the first D to turn it into an R, and had scribbled “-iologist” underneath, along with a little smiley face at the end. The mug soon became a permanent fixture on Ian’s desk, and she grinned to herself every time she passed by it.

[penny00dreadful]

So... some of you may have noticed my fics have come to a screeching halt the last couple of months which is not like me and I am here to explain myself.

Babygirl, I have been preparing.

The end of this month is my 1 year anniversary of posting in this fandom, of posting any of my work online after not doing it for like fifteen fucking years and it has brought me so much incandescent joy, I decided I had to do something for it.

(I've also hit like... several milestones which is fucking insane like you all know I'm just some cranky bog witch, right??)

I have been working on my WIPs for over the last two months. All... holy mother of god... like nine of them???

Some of these have been completed, some I am still writing and some are mostly done.

So starting from my anniversary date, 23rd October, every second or third day, I'll be posting a chapter of something.

I have so much material built up this shit could go on until 2024

@hbyrde36 called it my own personal Penny00Dreadful BigBang... and yeah kinda! 😅

I wanted to do this to show just how much I love this community. Your kind words, your support, your unhinged ramblings, your obsessive love, your talent (for free??) it's all amazing it's so amazing and I wanted to explode forth with my love for it so I figured why the fuck not do this stupid idea??😅

All of these will be posted both to tumblr and AO3 so subscribe over there to keep updated or follow me here!

OH! And let me know if you wanna be tagged! If you wanna be tagged for a specific fic or for everything I'll add you, whatever you want.

You've made me so happy and so warm for the last year. The way I know if I'm having a bad day I just need to hop onto this side of tumblr and everything will be peaches and gravy again.

I love you guys so much. 😘🖤

Updated Schedule - (18th Feb 2024)

Fic list with blurbs below the cut, this will (roughly) be the order they're posted in:

Return of The King - COMPLETE

Steddie Vampire AU with a twist! Vampire Steve comes back after falling to the bats. There is two more chapters left and those chapters have been completed.

Comeuppance - COMPLETE

Dustin just wants Steve to be happy. So he tries to parent trap him with Nancy. Clearly they should be together. But Steve's heart doesn't even seem to be in it at all! How is he so bad at this? And Eddie is being less than helpful

Rookie Mistake - COMPLETE

My Steddie Established Relationship Spies AU oneshot that will have a multi-chapter prequel fic coming very soon after!

Eddie is "retired" and Steve has been injured on the job, so he's supposed to be taking it easy. How hard could a walk to the gas station be?

Before He Cheats - COMPLETE

Songfic! Carrie Underwood - Before He Cheats

I literally have no excuse for this one. The rotted brainworms were behind the steering wheel with this one.

One evening, Eddie gets a call from some guy named Steve dropping the news on him that his boyfriend has been cheating on him. With this Steve person and Steve had no idea up until that day.

And Eddie rarely takes that shit lying down.

Steddievember Smut - COMPLETE

No Nut November is here! One can play however he wants. The other just has to wait for December to roll around. I have no other words to describe what this will be, it does what it says on the tin. I blame the STWG discord server. Currently we're looking at four little ficlets for this.

Cat and Mouse - COMPLETE

The Steddie Spies AU Prequel! How they got together and the extreme ups and downs their enemies/rivals to lovers journey goes through. I had so much fun with this one.

And They Were Roommates! - COMPLETE

omg they were roommates.

Steve and Eddie don't hate each other exactly. They just... tolerate each other. But one night Eddie doesn't come home for hours. Long after he's supposed to and it's not like Steve is worried or anything... he's just... concerned for a fellow human being... that's all.

Through The Valley

Post-Apocalyptic AU. Eddie, Dustin and Nancy have a nice little community of survivors outside of Hawkins that they take care of, surviving day to day. Everyone's a little broken, missing the rest of their Party just hoping that one day they'll find each other again.

Devotion

Dungeons and Dragons AU. Steve is the golden boy of the small town of Hawkins. Harrington in name and now a Paladin with his very own oath to hunt down the Bard, the witch Eddie Munson and bring him back to justice under High Priest Henry Creel.

[kkami-writes]

hi guys! hope you guys had a wonderful holiday season! this is just a little update about current projects and future projects.

In good news: Waiting for us will be returning next week! I'm not 100% sure when i'm gonna post but probably on wednesday. I'm still estimating about 65 chapters in total so we're less than 20 chapters till the end :O. Thank you guys again for being on this journey with me. It's still so amazing that something I decided to write on a complete whim and in the middle of the night blew up SO much. but i'm so thankful. in kind of bad news: both devil's advocate and full house will be going on hiatus. while I still have plot ideas for both of them, I still haven't gotten back into the swing of writing yet and I just think it's better to place them on hiatus. I do have half of chapter five written that I could probably finish and post...but I deadass feel like if I put it on hiatus after chapter five you guys will kill me TTTTTT LMAO. in terms of new projects! i'm planning on announcing my smau series that are going to be made up of smaller smau's for each boy soon! sometime around the end of waiting for us. As well as announcing my next large haul smau.

In terms of written work, I don't know if you guys remember me blabbing on about a potential ot8 x fangirl!reader but I do still want to write that and it's kinda the only thing that's piquing my interest rn. but I just hate that I always start projects and never finish them :/ writing larger stories like that are just hard you know? anyway idk. again, i'm gonna focus on my smaus for now and we'll see where things go! I'm also gonna be updating and posting the rest of my fic recs as well as making a complied list of all the ot8 fics i've found that are on ao3 so it's in one place. Anyway. Happy new years again guys! Here's to an amazing 2024.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 15 is available on AO3 & Chapter 16 will be posted soon.

Currently 15 chapters completed: 484.9K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

I'm so excited to finish writing Chapter 16 because there are so many things happening for Buck and Eddie and the Diaz Family. For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 15, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie got engaged and they're in the process of planning the day their going to get married but it's different from the day they're planning to have an actual ceremony. They're getting married in December 2023 but the ceremony won't take place until May 2024 so they can invite their found family and Eddie's family to the ceremony. Buck told Eddie he wants to take his last name and they immediately started saying they're going to be Mr. & Mr. Diaz. Also, two more people discovered they're in a relationship but who was it and what did they see? Bobby already knows so who else saw something that caused them to believe they're already together?

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Here's some more romantic fluff between Buck and Eddie from Chapter 16.

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“Clipboard Buck” returns!

When Eddie enters the kitchen, the first thing he sees are the three lists Buck placed on the table along with his clipboard.  He quietly chuckles because he hasn’t seen it in months but if he’s honest with himself, he’ll admit he’s missed it.  Even though everyone else at the firehouse gets annoyed whenever they see his fiancé wielding his clipboard and ink pen, he doesn’t and he never has.  Actually, every time he saw Buck using it to check things off one of his lists, it always turned him on.

He absolutely adores “Clipboard Buck” and now that they’re getting married, he’ll get to reap the benefits of authoritative Buck for the rest of their lives.  He can’t wait until they start scheduling all the rest of their adventures so his husband will get all excited as he plans their itineraries.

Buck’s standing in front of the stove spraying the skillet with cooking spray, the Bluetooth speaker is playing and even with the kitchen door open, he hasn’t realized Eddie’s entered the room.

He walks over, stands behind his fiancé, with a big smile on his face, he wraps his arms around his waist and says, “Really my love?  You pulled out your clipboard?”

Buck turns his head to the side so he can look at him.  “Indeed I did because we have a lot to do and it’s how I keep everything organized.  I don’t just use it at the firehouse.”

Eddie leans closer and whispers into his ear, “I know but be sure to pack your clipboard for our trip to Italy and England so I can…”  He lowers his voice even more, says something naughty and when he finishes talking, he places a soft kiss underneath his earlobe.

“I’ll pack more than one so we can do that every night.”  Buck replies with his million-dollar smile that he saves just for Eddie.

What items does Buck have included on their three ‘To Do’ Lists? 👀

Also, will they have time to get everything done before they leave L.A. headed to Rome, Italy? 👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-15 are available on AO3.

Continue reading on AO3

Chapter 16 will be posted soon.

[romaine2424]

Daily Blog June 27, 2023

Arg! I'd hoped to spend sometime planting the pretty flowers I bought yesterday but to my dismay I discovered an invasive weed was mixed in with my Shasta Daisies, which are just about to bloom. The kind of weed that attaches to your clothes and skin. Gloves came out and two hours later, I made a huge dent. Flowers tomorrow.

I had mentioned there were would be additional categories I'd throw into the mix and today I have one I've been anxious to get to. I'm going to call it Magical Elves. They are the people who help make fandom run. I mentioned @phoenixacid in an earlier post, who has been hosting @hd-fan-fair for ten years. This category will cover folks like her and that do even more...yes, even more...

What I'm reading:

On the Discord Drarry Fans Writers and Artists there is a channel for recs. I stole this one from there but then discovered I'd already read it. However, it was long enough ago that I don't remember all of the details. I think I read it when it first came out and before I hopped back into fandom in spring of 2021. The Ordeal of Being Known (146k) by @lou-isfake. I'm only on chapter 3 right now but I just love this Draco and his Oscar the Grouch house-slippers and his house-elf Timsy. The writing is so fresh and clever, I find myself smiling most of the time. Here's the summary, which I think gives you a flavor of the writing style I'm talking about:

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Go read The Ordeal of Being Known on AO3.

Hit the Keep Reading!!!!!

Magical Elves:

The first person I want to highlight in this category is actually someone I've met in person at HP Cons and we've stayed in touch over the years in real life. *hugs darlin* You've probably seen @sassy-cissa's name as an author or maybe an email asking you about a fic for a fest but I'm betting most of you have no idea how much she's done for fandom for more than a decade and half, especially for Drarry fandom.

Let me list the ways in how awesome she is:

Current modding responsibilities:

25 Days of Draco and Harry (started in 2009) What 2009 ? Oh my! And do you know she reads each and every story posted for the fest and comments, too! HD Mpreg Fest – (started in 2011 – I've been modding since 2018) HD Fan Fair/Career Fair – co-modding since 2019)

Previous modding responsibilities:

Co-mod for H/D Erised from 2014 to 2018 Moderated the H/D Prophet from about 2016 to 2021

See that last one H/D Prophet. Take a look at the link just for a moment. Every Drarry WIP that was updated that week was listed, fests' status, drabble prompts, etc...Every single week. The prophet soon closed down after a few more months due to lack of participation (fandom had moved away from LJ).

Communities owned and/or Maintain:

On LJ: Slythindor100 and HarryDraco Mpreg On Tumblr: H/D Mpreg and Slythindor100

In addition, why yes there is more, Sassy writes, too, and beautifully! Sassy-Cissa (on AO3). Over 109 stories, mostly Drarry, some Hermione/Severus and a few Harry/Ginny...but as she put it....(but they usually end up divorced or Ginny dies). *snicker*

And she's on FanLore! And she also betas for some of the best.

So I know this is long but I just want folks to be aware of those working in the background, making our experience here in fandom enjoyable and filled with lovely content. They truly are magical elves. Sassy doesn't post much on Tumblr or on Discord but she does pop-in now and then. Next time you see her name, you'll now know who she is.

Tumblr Tidbit:

Did you know that you can edit the text below the Keep Reading line on your post and it will make the changes to all reblogs of your post. Edit above and sorry the reblogs will show the original. This comes in handy if you're making a Masterlist of works or something else that has lots of links or needs to be updated frequently.

Happy Tuesday and Sorry this was so late. My ancient computer decided to crash multiple times. Rom

[teaberrii]

Chapter 6: The Exes (My Worst Enemy is a Cat)

Human by day. Cat by night. That’s how Scaramouche lived until you came back into his life.

Scaramouche/You

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Except, you aren't looking at him. Instead, you're looking at the flyer in your hand. Scaramouche assumes it's from the employee who's currently passing them around to the people in the area. You let go of his hand. But, wait. Is that a faint blush on your cheeks? Or did he imagine it? "There's a mermaid show happening soon," you say.

Scaramouche puts a hand in his pocket. “Do you want to go?”

You still aren’t looking at him. “Yeah, it sounds interesting.” Are you embarrassed? Scaramouche tilts his head slightly, and you turn away. Maybe he’s making you uncomfortable. You finally look at him just as he’s about to look away. “Do I have something on my face?”

His silence is unsettling. Then, you look away. Oh, God. He isn't suddenly going to tell you that you have something stuck in your teeth, right? The thought makes you want to disappear. 

Finally, he asks, “Do you need something on your face for me to look at you?”

You cross your arms. “It’s rude to stare, you know.”

Scaramouche scoffs. “Well, you tell me. Why would I look at anyone else if you're the prettiest girl in the room?” Was that too much honesty? Or just too much? Scaramouche shrugs it off. Whatever. He’s only speaking his mind.

You’re expecting a sarcastic remark to follow. But, when it doesn’t come, you have no idea what to do with yourself. How can he say that with such a straight face? He should be embarrassed, but why do you feel like you want to melt into a puddle right now?

“Scaramouche?” He turns around, and you look past him and see a tall, young woman walking toward him. “It is you! Wow, it’s been so long!”

You watch her give him a hug, and he gently pats her back in return. “You look like you’re doing well.”

She flips her hair and winks at him. “Of course!” Then, she looks at you. “Your girlfriend?”

You and Scaramouche glance at each other. “A friend,” both of you say simultaneously. Well, at least you finally admit that you’re friends now.

The woman smiles slightly. "Oh, okay. I get it." Then, she walks toward you and introduces herself. What you aren't expecting, however, is for her to say, "I'm his ex-girlfriend." You shouldn't be so surprised. It's been so long since you and Scaramouche last saw each other. Relationships happen. You should know. But what is this strange, curious feeling? "We're on good terms, though."

You also introduce yourself. Then, you say, "Scaramouche and I go way back… and we're colleagues now."

“Oh!” She spins around. “She’s your—”

“We’re just about to leave,” Scaramouche says loudly. “It was great seeing you.”

Then, he grabs your hand and drags you away. You look back and see a man join Scaramouche’s ex. She says something to him and then glances at you. A distance away, Scaramouche finally lets go of your hand.

“...She seems nice,” you say.

Scaramouche looks at you. “Yeah. We dated for three years.”

So, why did they break up? You’re curious, but you aren’t going to let your curiosity make you nosy. But for three years? It sounds like it was a serious relationship. “It’s good that you guys are on good terms.”

Scaramouche has a hunch that you're curious. But, if you don't ask, he doesn't want to spill the details. He might be wrong about your curiosity, after all. But, if you are to ask, he would tell you it's because of a difference in priorities. Also, even after three years, if you ever came back into his life, he isn't confident he will choose her over you. Of course, that last bit is his little secret... along with his cat situation.

"We should go if you still want to see that mermaid show."

He probably doesn't want to talk about it, which is fair. So, you nod, and you walk towards the venue. Throughout the show, your mind wanders to Scaramouche. Suddenly meeting his ex makes you curious… has he ever thought about you after you left? Because you sure have.

It was almost midnight, and you were still studying in the library. Your head was spinning, so you took a short water break. Then, with your elbow on the table and your head resting in your palm, Scaramouche suddenly popped into your head. You remembered that you bumped into him at the old school library and he had walked you home because you stayed so late.

To your surprise, you looked out the large window and saw yourself smiling. Suddenly, someone hugged you from behind. Startled, you turned around and saw your boyfriend… but it wasn't he who took you by surprise but yourself who wished that the person you saw was Scaramouche.

You discreetly glance at him, who has his eyes on the show. Maybe it’s just you.

Scaramouche's eyes are on the show, but his mind is on you. He never thought he'd run into his ex, but running into her suddenly makes him think of your exes if any. Have you ever thought about him while you're abroad? Because he sure has.

Scaramouche was sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for his friend to return, when he saw a small group of teens. It was obvious that one of the boys liked one of the girls. From the body language, Scaramouche knew the others were teasing them. And from the look on the boy's face, he kept denying it, while the girl had a deadpan look. Scaramouche slightly smiled. Was that how you and he appeared to your old friends? Two kids who kept denying everything as if their life depended on it?

As Scaramouche watched the group walk away, he wondered how you were doing. Were you eating well? Were you stressed out? Did you find someone? The last question annoyed him. It wasn’t until he turned back that he saw his friend.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Scaramouche asked.

“Long enough to see you looking like you want to be anywhere else but here.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. “You could’ve said something.”

“What were you thinking about? You looked seriously annoyed just now.”

“Nothing.”

His friend narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you weren't thinking about her?" Who? You? Scaramouche wasn't sure of the face he made. But, whatever it was, it made his friend smirk. "So, you are thinking about her!" Then, his friend said a girl's name, who, unbeknownst to Scaramouche, would become his girlfriend for the next three years.

Scaramouche slowly inches his hand towards yours without looking at you until his fingers barely touch yours. Are you hung up on someone? Is that why you didn't brag about your accomplishments and achievements like he did? Scaramouche knows it's ridiculous. How does that have any connection? But, still, now that the thought is in his mind, he can't get it out.

Should you just grab his hand? You’re trying your best to stay calm, but you’re fully aware of his light touch on your hand. Heck. You don’t even know what’s happening with the show anymore. Did he do that on purpose? Or is it by mistake? Is he even aware? You glance at him and see his perfectly calm face. He probably isn’t.

Scaramouche is waiting for a sign. Any sign. He wants to grab your hand, but would that freak you out? Are you even aware your hands are touching? The thought that you might be hung up on someone hurts him… until Scaramouche stops the thought. Maybe he should just ask. You're friends now, right? So it wouldn't be weird… right?

Wait… Scaramouche can’t be hung up on his ex, right? Are you a backup? Oh, God. Is that what this all is? You stop. Okay. Maybe you’re overthinking. So, let’s just ask and gauge his reaction.

"Hey." You're stunned when you and Scaramouche turn to each other and speak simultaneously.

Then, loud applause fills the room. "Thanks for coming to the show, folks!"

You and Scaramouche awkwardly look away from each other and start clapping along with the crowd. Soon, you and he are outside the venue and walking towards the parking lot together. Then, you glance at him.

“You wanted to say something before?”

Scaramouche doesn’t look at you as he says, “...Did you see anyone while you were abroad?”

You are almost to his car when you say, "Yes."

Why is his heart suddenly racing? "For how long, if you don't mind sharing."

“Four years.”

Four years? Sounds serious. What happened? Once both of you are in his car, Scaramouche says, “...May I ask why you broke up?”

“...He cheated.” Scaramouche’s eyes widen. You’re a little uncomfortable at the silence, so you say, “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. I’m over it.”

Scaramouche starts his car. “Why would I laugh? Do you think that low of me?” Well, it doesn’t seem like you’re hung up on it.

As Scaramouche drives off, you say, “We dated throughout university. And after we graduated, he proposed.” He what? Oops. Did he just say that out loud? “Keep your eyes on the road!” So, he turns back. “...Even though I said no, we still dated for a bit… until he cheated.”

“...Is that why you came back?”

“That’s partly the reason.”

At a red light, Scaramouche slowly brings the car to a stop. “Then what’s the other reason? A good job?”

You look at him. “Are we playing twenty questions now?”

“If you want to.”

You narrow your eyes. “Well, it’s not fair that you’re the only one asking.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” Then, he smirks. “What’s on your mind, love?”

“Stop with the cringy nicknames.”

“I don’t think it’s cringy.” Once the light turns green, the car slowly moves forward until picking up speed. “I bet you secretly like it.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, just like how you loved being called Prince Scaramouche back in the day.”

“Hey, I still do. No shame. I think I live up to that title quite well.”

You suddenly remember that there’s a pet store nearby. “Oh, there’s somewhere I want to go.”

“Well, just say the word, princess.”

That almost gets a chuckle out of you. “You know the pet store nearby?”

Scaramouche merges onto the right lane. "Of course. But why?"

“There’s something I want to get for the cat.” Cat? Wait… are you talking about who he thinks you’re talking about? “I took him home yesterday night.” Then, you look at him. “Why are you smiling?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

“...Creep.”

“I heard that.”

“Good.”

Soon, you and Scaramouche are walking down an aisle of cat toys. First, you stop and pick up a plastic fish. Then, Scaramouche puts his hand on top of yours, and you immediately look at him. "Don't get that one."

“Why not?”

Scaramouche puts a cat charmer in your hand. “He’ll like this one.”

“...And you’re sure of this because…?”

“I… occasionally keep it company.”

You cross your arms. “Oh, you do? Because I thought you said you were allergic.”

"I am," Scaramouche quickly clarifies. "But I'm such a nice person." You scoff and wave the cat charmer around. Then, to your surprise, Scaramouche quickly grabs it. "Just trust me."

“Fine… but if he doesn’t like it, you’re paying me for this.”

“Deal.” As you wander around the store with Scaramouche trailing behind you, he suddenly asks, “...Are you going to take the cat in?”

You turn back. “Maybe. He’s cute.”

Cute, huh? "He is adorable, isn't he?"

You narrow your eyes. “He’s even more of a troublemaker.”

“And why’s that?”

You frown. “He messed up my blankets.”

Scaramouche fights back a grin. “Oh, did he now?” Then, he pats a cat bed on the shelf. “...Well, if you’re thinking of keeping it, maybe you should get a bed.”

You look at it and say, “Nah. I’ll save some money and let it sleep with me.” Then, when Scaramouche says nothing, you look at him. “Are you… blushing?”

Scaramouche clears his throat and looks away. “...You wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind what? The cat sleeping with me?” Now, even his ears are turning red. “Why would I mind? But maybe I should only let him if he behaves.”

You’re already a few steps ahead when Scaramouche mutters, “That would be a good incentive.”

You look back. “Did you say something?”

“...Nothing.”

When Scaramouche drives you back to your apartment, he asks, “...Did you have fun today?”

"It was time well spent."

“Would it kill you to say you had a great time?”

“Did you?”

Scaramouche looks ahead. “Sure.”

You shake your head slightly with a smile. Your hand is on the handle of his car. Should you still ask about his ex? It seems petty, but there’s something that you’re curious about. You turn to him. “Do you still keep in touch with your ex?”

Scaramouche has to let that sink in for a bit. Why do you ask? “We’re on good terms, but we don’t keep in touch. I mean… if you count sending each other birthday wishes as keeping in touch, then sure.” Is that a slight smile he sees? Before you get out of the car, he stops you. “...Are you going to look for the cat again tonight?”

“Why are you so curious?”

"...I just think it might come to find you tonight."

You narrow your eyes. “And that doesn’t sound creepy at all.”

Scaramouche frowns. “Just trust me.”

That night, you've just finished taking a late shower when you hear a knock on your balcony window. You're surprised to see the black cat as you open your blinds. His tail is up, and he looks happy to see you. Just as you open the window, he immediately jumps into your arms. Whoa. Scaramouche's right.

You close the window. Then, you gently scratch its head, and he nuzzles against you. “I got you something today." Scaramouche looks at you and meows. Then, you grab the cat charmer, and as soon as you wave it, Scaramouche immediately holds onto it. Then, he rolls onto his back and starts clawing at it as you dangle it in and out of his reach. Huh. Guess he does like it.

After a while, you let Scaramouche have his way with the toy and ask, "Are you hungry?” Scaramouche rolls back up and meows. You take that as a sign he is. As you prepare his food, Scaramouche watches you with his tail up. You glance at him. “You’re strangely well-behaved today.”

Well, of course, he is. You lean against the counter and go through your phone as he eats. Curious about what you're looking at, Scaramouche eventually jumps onto the counter and walks behind you. Then, he puts his front paws on your shoulder. That's when he sees you're looking at the photos you took with him today. He had sent them to you when he got home.

Scaramouche meows and you glance at him. Then, finally, you put your phone down and pick him up. "Full already?" Scaramouche jumps back onto the counter and nudges your phone with his nose. "What? You want to go through my phone?"

Scaramouche keeps nudging it towards you until you pick it up. He's just curious why you're still looking at the photos. Is that too much to ask? He puts his front paws on your shoulders again. Scaramouche puts his head on his feet, his tail up, as he looks at your lock screen. It's cute that you have a photo of yourself and your siblings on the lock screen. Ooh. And your wallpaper is a nightscape. When you open the picture of you and him again, Scaramouche meows happily.

You give the cat a deadpan look. “Why does it seem like you always want to know about my personal stuff?” Scaramouche looks at you, his pupils wide, and you swear you see him slightly smiling before it disappears. You sigh. “He was my date today.” Scaramouche meows. “...And we bumped into his ex.” He looks at you. Wait. Are you bothered? No way. You close your phone and put it on the counter. “At one point, I thought I was a backup.”

Wow. Can he cat-slap you? But, no. He has to behave. Still, he frowns and starts meowing angrily. Then, he headbutts you. How. Can. You. Think. That. "Hey, what's gotten into you?" You pick him up and fall onto the couch. You're lifting him up, amused by his frown. "...You remind me of him."

Good. Maybe he can telepathically let you know he's unhappy with you. Then, you sit up. "Maybe I should call you Prince." Scaramouche likes the sound of that, so he meows happily. You smile. "Guess you like that name, huh?" Of course, he does.

You put him on your lap. Then, you put your hands behind you on the couch. You tilt your head slightly as you stare at him. And then the words come before you can stop them. "Do you think he's messing with me?" Scaramouche's eyes widen. Is that what you think after the date? You can't be serious. Just as he's about to headbutt you again, you sigh. "...I just don't want to get my hopes up." Then, his heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest.

You fall back onto the couch. "Ugh. Maybe I'll just sleep it off." Scaramouche crawls up to you. He slowly inches his way past the space between your chest. Then, he puts his front paws on your collarbone and his head down. You gently pet him and say, "Maybe I'll just live with you for the rest of my life."

Scaramouche’s tail instantly goes up. Oh, you will. He’ll make sure of that. You sit up, and Scaramouche jumps onto the couch. “Ready for bed?”

Ready as he'll ever be.

Chapter Seven

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[therenlover]

✨TheRenLovers (Updated) Fanfic Glossary✨

Updated 9/7/23

A glossary of my past works and ongoing projects. Also comes with a handy dandy list for request guidelines! I mostly post x Reader fics, but I'm looking to branch out into established ships soon. To join my fresh, new taglist for any character, just shoot me a message. I also crosspost all my works to my Ao3, which you can find Here!.

This post is a beefy boy, so for the sake of your dash the rest is below the cut.

Red = Abandoned Project (I may eventually complete these, but I have no current plans to)

A Note About Requests

As long as my ask box is open, I am taking requests or questions! I can't promise every request will be completed, or that the ones that are requested will be finished in a timely manner. I'm an adult with a full time job, so sometimes writing takes a backseat. That being said, I will do my best to complete any requests that come my way, so feel free to ask if you're hoping to see something! The worst I could do is direct you to someone who might be able to make what you're looking for.

I am pretty open about what I write, but if a request makes me uncomfortable/isn't something I'm interested in writing, I, again, will try my best to reach out and guide you in the right direction to get that type of content. If you're worried your message got buried/forgotten, don't hesitate to message again. My brain is soup and I can be the worst person on earth at responding.

⚔️Baldur's Gate 3⚔️

Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again)

Synopsis: When Tav sold her soul to Raphael for Astarion's, she only hoped it would be worth the price. If only she remembered anything from before she entered the House of Hope...

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 40,000~ (Ongoing)

❤️Marvel❤️

Helmut Zemo 💜

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches and Airy Sighs

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk

Synopsis: Helmut recalls the story of how he came to be the ruthless man he is and, more specifically, how he came into possession of his strange purple mask.

Rating: M (+16)

Word Count: 10,200~

Balm

Synopsis: Your forbidden dalliance with Baron Zemo, the lord of the house, has finally landed you in the dungeons, subject to the whims of the guards and the endless passage of time. As your sanity slips away, you wonder what will come first, your execution or the Baron's return?

Rating: M (+18)

Word Count: 5,800~

Always For A Second (Usually At The Start)

Synopsis: Leaving Helmut for good had been the biggest, most final choice you'd ever had to make. Two years later, he's in your living room again. This time, though, things are different.

Rating: E (+18)

Word Count: 8,600~

🖤American Horror Story🖤

James Patrick March 🔪

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: E (18+)

Word Count: 5500~

Jimmy Darling 🦞

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: M (16+)

Word Count: 3000~

[clairelutra]

Hi I am like,,, super sorry to bug you but I found your Tumblr through AO3. You have several fics in a private collection which means no one can read them. Can you please unprivate them??? I am not trying to go through your list or anything but like 5 of my bookmarks are blocked because of the collection 'clarelutras unrevealed fics' and now I'm dying 😭😭 thank you, I'm sorry!

So sorry to bug with this twice but this is what's showing up for me? "… and will display across AO3 with the title "Mystery Work", and the byline "This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!"" Is there a date you're planning to reveal these fics'?? I would just like to be able to read them again Okay last one I'm dumb so sorry, it looks like you wrote some of them so you probably don't want them posted, I'm sorry!!! If you ever reveal the Daine/Numair ones let me know though

aaahahaha sorry for the adventure! i was just thinking 'god i really should un-private one from each fandom just so people can know what's going on...' like two days ago

if you want to read my daine/numair fics, you can download all my fics from one of the links here (formats are html, epub, mobi, and you need to be able to unzip things with winrar, which... i should make into normal compressed files somehow rip), and then sort for the ones (co)written by alanxna.

i "left"/put my fic in an unrevealed collection (originally meant for ao3-hosted fanwork challenges, ergo the blurb, but not limited to them) in protest of things happening on ao3 (management has treated their volunteers really shittily (a couple more than others, and i'm still fucking pissed waiting for an apology to those two) and has been irresponsible on basically every front short of pocketing the donations they get)

tl;dr: i got pissed at ao3 and stormed off. all my fic is available here. (currently you need to be able to unzip files with winrar to access them.)

[wildflowerteas]

hey, hello. i’m not sure if you’ll recognize me, but this is mania.sama on ao3, and i just now found your tumblr on my for you page. i havent had tumblr very long, and it’s surprised just how many people i’ve enjoyed works of (writing, drawings, etc) are here. especially surprised to see you — not in a bad way, of course!

i’m not sure what to say. sorry, maybe, for not reading / up to date with your current fic. i want to be reading it, i really do, but i was caught up reading “crime and punishment”, focusing on my academia, etc, among other issues that’s kept me away from committing to any long-form fanfictions. i wasn’t even reading one-shots or writing anything for a little while. hopefully i will be getting back onto your fic so, because from what little i’ve read already when you first posted it, it’s going to be life-changing.

i want to say more, i think. ask a question or two? i’m just very excited to see that your also drawing — amazing artwork for the second perspective!! i genuinely couldn’t believe it was real at first — and also a similar age to me, which i find nearly unbelievable due to your insane talent and skill.

hm. i think i’ll ask this question: what are your top favorite books? this could be fanfiction, short-form stories, novels, series, etc. you can list as many as you want; if they seem significant to you, have changed you, or were simply that well done and enjoyable. you dont need to treat this as a book recommendation; think not what other people should read. just express your own thoughts on why you have chosen these works as your favorite! i’m excited to see what you have to say (should you chose to answer, of course!)

again, hopefully i will read the second perspective soon <3 thank you so much for all the work you’ve done so far.

OH MY GOD IT'S YOUUU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm going to start this off by saying you quite literally changed my life. I go back from time to time and I read our little conversation in my comments threads and I get a little teary-eyed ( embarrassingly ). You gave me such a different perspective on my own writing and I've spent a while wishing there was something I could do to make you feel the same way in return. Do NOT apologize for not reading it!!! I'm absolutely in awe and so grateful you enjoyed the first one so much and if you enjoy TSP too that would actually make my head spin. Also, we're the same age?????? Hello?????? I'm so glad to hear about your life in the interim, though. I hope you enjoyed Crime and Punishment ( isn't it so good??? ). Also, you briefly mentioned writing yourself, so I may have to go back and stalk your profile for your works now.

Hmmm . . . to answer your question. This is pretty difficult because I've loved a lot of books over the years for nothing specific at all ( some of them are quite ridiculous if I'm being honest ). But here goes nothing:

When I was little ( maybe three-four ish? ), I loved Tumtum & Nutmeg, a series about a mouse couple living inside of a refurbished cupboard, because the books always came with recipes at the back ( that I would make for my family ). When I think about reading/my favorite books when I was a child, I always go back to this blurry rose-colored vision of me sitting on the couch at seven a.m., Tuesday morning, waiting to go to school, and talking my mother's ear off about the pastries in the book while Planet Earth plays on the TV. Lately, though, I've enjoyed reading Breasts and Eggs by Kawakami Mieko. Which, for a lot of reasons, has deeply resonated with me and kind of ruined my life. Womanhood in Japan, and womanhood in general, is dissected so well and explored with a lot of different character perspectives. It's just an incredible work and deeply personal to me as a queer, Japanese, and afab person. Empire of Pain, which was recommended to me by a friend, has become one of my favorite books as well. I've never really done well with non-fiction, but reading about the Sacklers definitely changed that. No Longer Human, and School Girl by Dazai Osamu. NLH I read in a school context ( Japanese language-learning classes ) and I wasn't really allowed to love it because of that ( who likes required reading? ). But I went back to it a few years later, when I was really struggling mentally, and it became something to me that I can't quite name or place. Not really a comfort. I'd actually say it was more of a wake-up call to teen me that actually prompted me to seek out help and rip down the fourth wall I'd put up between myself and others. School Girl I love for more technical reasons. Dazai really was a once-in-a-century talent. Poor Folk, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, was my reading-for-enjoyment book during spring semester of my first year at college. I loved a lot about it, but it's on this list because I'm emotionally attached to the characters because we were together for so long. On a less serious note: Bungo Stray Dogs ( Obviously, despite whatever Asagiri is cooking up) and Yona of the Dawn by Kusanagi Mizuho. Next to BSD, it's one of the manga I've been a fan of for over a decade, and I just could not imagine my life without it. Flowers for Algernon. I read this . . . oh gosh. Years ago. And I never reread it. That's all I'll say about that. Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata. Again, a Japanese author ( there would be more, but I'm keeping myself contained here ) who would have thought? I think, by now, it's pretty clear I'm Japanese myself. Kira-Kira ( a Japanese onomatopoeia/mimetic word meaning 'sparkling' ) was a tearjerker, yes, but it also made me look out into the world and at my own identity with a much kinder lens. I fell in love with my own name ( which is the mimetic word for 'smile' --- niko-niko ) all over again. And I think, for that, it makes the list.

Honestly, I'm not sure these are my favorites. They're just the ones that come to my mind when I think about reading and liking literature in general. I'm sure if I was an English major or a CompLit major ( or if I was feeling particularly pretentious today ), I'd have more to say about them in terms of actual 'quality' or about their themes, but I don't.

I also want to say thank you so much for reaching out and asking this!! it's been so fun ( especially since I just got done writing a mind-boggling mess of a chapter for TSP hehe ). I really enjoyed talking to you the first time around and now that you're here on tumblr!!! I hope we can interact more I'd really love to be friends :,) <3 tysm agh. I hope you're having the loveliest of days. niko <3

[wanderinginksplot]

Stuff to Know About This Blog

Hey friends! As many of you have seen, I finished creating my new masterlist and I thought this would be a good chance to lay everything out for anyone who's curious:

Here is my desktop masterlist.

Here is my mobile masterlist. This will be the one used in every masterlist link from now on.

All of the works I've posted on this account are Star Wars-based, mostly centering on The Clone Wars, The Bad Batch, and Legends. I also write a lot of reader-centered fics. I do not use the 'y/n' designation in any fics. Most of my gender-neutral reader fics do not use any reader pronouns so they're accessible to everyone. If you want to read some of my works for other fandoms, here is my ao3 page.

My asks are always open for anything you might want to know or tell me about!

Beneath the cut, I'm going to include a list of my works and their current status, in case you're waiting on an update:

Gar Cyare - On temporary hiatus while I work on writing the second half of the story. At the moment, I have no anticipated release date for it, but it is fully plotted and will definitely return.

Refuge - Active. I have a few chapters written out and I hope to release them as I write later chapters. Having a few completed chapters set aside helps me keep the plotting consistent.

Voices Carry - Active. As with Refuge, I have a few chapters completed and am making minor changes to the plot as I write later content. Expect fairly regular updates.

Clone Trooper Rambles - Active. Rambles are journaling exercises, so they're written as things happen to me and I process them. Since they're short and relatively easy to write, Rambles are released slightly more often than the other fics.

One-Shots - I have a few one-shots written and am releasing them every so often. Requests for one-shots are currently closed, but I may end up opening them for specific characters soon. Keep an eye out for that announcement!

My new goal is to post something every other week, with occasional Rambles sprinkled in on the weeks between. I hope to continue this through the end of 2023, but we'll see what happens!

Thank you for reading this update and feel free to let me know if you have any questions!

[foreverfallingforthestars]

Going to You

I wanted to make this a longer project, but I don't have the time nor the energy to add to my WIP lmao. But either way, I really hope that people enjoy this cute little (not so little?) story about long distance friends meeting!! Also the banners I'm making for these are so trash but I'm rolling with it lol. As usual, let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for TOG!

Word Count: 2729 CW: cursing Read on AO3 Rowaelin Month 2022 Masterlist

Day 3 of Rowaelin Month Prompt: Travel/Vacation

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>> Look, it’s you! I appreciate you. *Attachment: a picture of a hawk trying to pick up a tortoise with the caption: ‘HAWKS. Born to make you feel smarter’*

<< Aelin. 

>> Yes?

<< Shut up.

Aelin laughed out loud as she locked her phone and tucked it away into her pocket before walking into the conference room for her meeting. It was always nice to get a laugh in by teasing her best friend when her day was dragging , especially when she knew that he wasn’t going to get his feathers ruffled just from a simple joke. 

Even as the thought crossed her mind, Aelin had to suppress another laugh. She wished that she could’ve seen his reaction in real time but alas, that was the way things worked with them — texts, phone calls, the occasional video calls. 

She had met Rowan Whitethorn accidentally a year ago, and if she were being honest, she felt as though the fact that the two of them had met was simply a stroke of fate, not an accident. 

It was one of many late nights that Aelin had been spending at work, waiting for a client to respond to her email, when she decided to waste time on Instagram, and as she got further and further down her scrolling spree, she came across book editor Rowan Whitethorn’s page about current popular books on social media and how social media was causing waves of trends amongst the book community. She messaged him about the video, something that she normally didn’t do. The most Aelin would do to interact with others online was like the reels and posts she would see.

She still didn’t understand why she had decided to click on his profile and message him, but that was what kickstarted their friendship. The four hour time difference between Terrasen and Doranelle made it so Aelin’s late night was merely Rowan’s early evening, and somehow they made it work. The single message had spiraled into a conversation that lasted for hours, and Aelin had left at nearly eleven that night, despite finishing the last bit of work an hour earlier. The next morning, she had awoken to a few more messages from Rowan, seeming incredibly hesitant as he wondered if they could continue the conversation. 

Aelin wholeheartedly agreed.

Soon enough, the conversation had moved off of Instagram to texting as they shared phone numbers, and then whenever Aelin was driving home from work, she’d call Rowan and they’d talk on the phone, and on weekends, they would video call too. Within a year, everyone around Aelin had spoken to Rowan at least once and they all knew that he was her best friend. They were essentially penpals, but it was also so much more. Rowan was her rock, her home away from home, and every day she would look forward to the moments when they could get a few messages in. 

To be fair, half the time the messages would involve Aelin teasing Rowan for being such a fussy, old man — she didn’t even care that he was thirty years old, four years older than her twenty six. There was one time where Aelin was sick enough to sleep through the day, and Rowan swore he thought she had gone up and died without telling him. Needless to say, he now had her cousin, Aedieon’s, phone number, and she had gotten herself a worrywart across the ocean. 

It wasn’t as though she would trade that for the world, though, because even though she had never met Rowan in person, she was fairly sure that he was her favorite person in the world, and the feeling probably extended past friendship, but Aelin would be absolutely batshit insane to ever tell him that, especially over text . 

But despite everything, she wanted to do something special for the two of them, so ever since Rowan had mentioned that he needed a weekend off away from his normal life, she decided that she would take it upon herself to plan the perfect little weekend vacation that they could use to meet up as well.

Aelin had booked the tickets to a small group of tourist friendly islands called Mistward last night and was waiting for the perfect time to forward the ticket information over to his email, and what better time would it be than to do it when he knew he couldn’t call her and chew her out because she was going to be in a meeting? Deciding to bite the bullet, she opened up her email, entered Rowan's email address, and hit forward before setting her phone on vibrate and pulling up a notes app on her tablet as the meeting began.

Sure enough, within minutes, her phone started vibrating. Discreetly looking down at her watch where the notifications were also coming through, all she saw was her name coming from Rowan, and she suppressed a smile at the thought of how angry he would pretend to be.

It took longer than expected to get back to Rowan thanks to the meeting running longer than the allotted forty five minutes, but Rowan had responded as soon as she did.

<< Aelin.

<< Aelin.

>> I thought you told me to shut up, so I did!

<< You did not just pay for two tickets to an island destination for this weekend.

>> I most definitely did, buzzard.

<< I can’t expect you to pay for me like that

>> Get used to it because if it were up to you, you’d never take a break

>> Says the woman working sixty hours a week?

<< Shush this is my moment to make sense

<< Just accept it! This is our moment to meet, Rowan

Aelin had to wait a couple of minutes before Rowan responded, and the entire time she was waiting, she tried not to chew her thumbnail down to the very nub, and thankfully she succeeded, but just barely.

>> Fine, but I���m paying for dinner.

<< It’s a date.

~*~*~*~*~

In mere minutes, she would be seeing Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be touching Rowan Whitethorn for the first time.

In mere minutes, she would be with her best friend for the first time, and Aelin absolutely could not deal. 

She never realized that it could be strange, the feeling of meeting someone for the first time despite having known such deep and sincere things about them. 

She had known the pain of loss that he had felt when Lyria had died, just weeks after getting engaged to her, and he had understood the guilt she felt when Sam had died due to a drunk driver because he was trying to pick her up from a party one night. 

Aelin knew Rowan, but it was incredibly weird to think about how she didn’t really know him at the same time? She didn’t know if he cracked his knuckles frequently like she did or if he liked to twitch his leg; however, she desperately hoped all of that would change over the course of the next two days.

The two were expected to land within thirty minutes of each other (which was a miracle in of itself considering the time difference of leaving on a Friday afternoon) and had decided to meet up at the baggage claim area, and so there Aelin was, sitting on her suitcase with her phone in hand as she scrolled through Rowan’s Instagram pictures, trying to visualize his small photos as a real, live human before deciding that the entire idea was stupid and she needed to get her shit together.

He was going to be here in…three minutes, and she felt the pterodactyls rushing her stomach. Oh god, she could not throw up here. That would be such a bad way to meet someone for the first time. Instead of thinking about all of the nerves, she focused on looking at her notes app and checking through the itinerary of what they were planning on doing. As soon as they got out of the airport, the plan was to get to the hotel that Aelin had booked where they had connecting rooms and immediately go out walking without a plan to find the little nooks and crannies of the area with the restaurants without lines going out the door. Those places tended to be more authentic and not geared towards tourists. Obviously, they were going to do all the touristy things later on during the rest of the weekend before they had to leave Sunday night for the flight. It was in the plan that they would be going to the Oakwald Wilderness Park and swimming in the local waterfalls. After that, they would also be going to the beach and just spending a while tanning in the sunlight, but for the most part, Aelin wanted the chance to relearn her best friend in person . 

She was so lost in looking at her phone that she jumped when she felt someone touch her shoulder. Whipping her head around, she startled as she took in the man standing in front of her with a slight nervous smile. His tan skin was a contrast against the silver hair that Aelin had only seen through screens. The tattoo running down his left arm was exposed as well, another thing that Aelin had only seen in detail through her screen as he showed it to her through the camera. Finally, she looked into his pine-green eyes, and it finally hit her that the man in front of her was Rowan. 

Her Rowan.

“Oh my god,” she breathed, standing and turning around at the same time, nearly tumbling off the suitcase. Rowan grabbed her gently by her forearms to steady her, and they stood there for a moment. Aelin was aware that they probably looked like a pair of idiots pretending to be in a movie, but it felt as though time had stopped for her as she took in Rowan until she had the presence of mind to speak.

“Hi, Buzzard,” she greeted with a smile, her heart filling up with emotions she was starting to parse through and understand was excitement and happiness and the nerves of seeing a man she liked. Rowan let go of her with a laugh, but he didn’t go far. 

“Hey, Fireheart,” he greeted back, and she let out a laugh of relief. He was in front of her, and they were going to do this. 

At first it was a bit strange to be talking to each other in person, but eventually they fell into a familiar rhythm of teasing each other and talking about literally anything. Even as they got settled into their respective hotel rooms, they left the connecting door open to scream across as they unpacked. Eventually they made their way out of the hotel and started walking around. There were moments that she wished Rowan would just take a hold of her hand, but the more rational part of her brain knew that it would be weird. 

“So, this is weird, right?” she finally gave in and asked as they continued to dodge other tourists walking around the pathway as the sun was slowly setting, casting an orange glow over the buildings.

Rowan looked down at her with a smile. “Yeah, but it’s a good weird.”

“How is weird ever good?”

“I mean, you’re weird.”

“Excuse you,” she retorted in an offended tone and a hand on her heart. Rowan just laughed again, and Aelin couldn’t get over how rich it sounded in real life.

“I can’t get over how I can just reach over and touch you,” he explained, a genuine wonder in his expression as he poked her cheek gently with his index finger. 

Swatting his hand away, Aelin hummed in agreement. “I’m mad that you’re so much taller than me.”

“It’s amazing how you’re so small, honestly.”

“I’m tall for a woman my age!”

“Is five feet tall?”

“You’re an asshole. I’m five seven!”

“Yeah, tiny,” he retorted as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side to avoid a bike rider that she hadn’t seen until he was basically past them. “And blind, apparently.”

A meek, “Shut up,” was all that Aelin could manage after being pressed up against the hard muscles and ridges of his body. She didn’t immediately move away, but he also didn’t let go of her as they finally found a small cafe type restaurant without too many customers inside. 

Dinner was full of brushes of their hands as they passed dishes amongst each other, partially because it was accidentally, but also partially because Aelin still couldn’t believe he was in front of her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Rowen felt the same way because as soon as they stood up after he paid, he had laid a palm on the small of her back, and slowly, very slowly, the hand had moved to rest around her waist. There was a hesitation in his motion, as though he were waiting for her to move or to say something against it, but there was no part of Aelin that was against it. The lights of the night sky on the island, the fresh breeze, and the scent of the snow emanating from Rowan had her feeling the most calm and comfortable that she had in weeks. 

They didn’t feel the need to spend the walk back to the hotel by talking, and instead just basked in the others’ presence. The rest of the trip followed a pattern where they would talk when they had things to talk about but it wasn’t as though they were under an obligation to fill the silence. The new thing about the two of them, however, was the touching. It was normal for Aelin and Rowan to leave calls or video calls on when they ran out of things to talk about, just to have companionship, and obviously they couldn’t touch through a screen, but Aelin wasn’t expecting that she would constantly be looking for an excuse to touch him. Rowan never said, either. They walked arm in arm through the Oakwald Park, and the thought of the lingering touches to her bare waist as they went swimming through the waterfall still brought heat to her cheeks. 

When it came time for their Sunday night flights, Aelin didn’t want to go, but more importantly, she didn’t want to let Rowan go, either.

“I had a great time,” she said as they stood in front of a Starbucks in the airport. “I wish this weekend weren’t ending.”

Rowan raised his hands to cup her cheeks before softly rubbing circles with his thumbs. “Me neither,” he quietly said. 

“Is it bad to say that I’ve had more fun with you over the last two days than I have in a really, really long time?” 

“No,” he answered with a smile. “I did too. I also…don’t want to let you go. I want to keep you by my side.”

“Then don’t,” she responded with, as a last ditch effort. “I like you, Rowan. I really like you,” Aelin confessed. 

Her heart filled with hope as she took in his responding bright smile. He didn’t respond, though, with words. The pterodactyls were back as his lips brushed hers gently once, twice, before pulling back when they called boarding for his flight.”

“I’ll see you soon, Aelin. I promise.”

He smiled at her before kissing her forehead and squeezed her hand once before he walked away, taking a part of her heart with her. 

Until a minute later her phone pinged with a notification. Pulling it out, she let out a loud laugh as she looked at the email notification.

Congratulations, Mr. Whitethorn! We are happy to officially extend an offer for you to work in the Terrasen branch of our publishing house, starting in two weeks.

She didn't even finish reading the rest of the email before texting the man.

>> Rowan.

>> Rowan!

<< What?

She could practically hear the laughter in his voice. 

>> You couldn't have told me this sooner?!

<< It was too much fun seeing you upset over me.

>> Rude.

<< I'll see you soon, Fireheart. Have a safe flight.

Aelin snorted even as she tried to stop herself from bawling like a dumbass in the middle of a very public airport.

>>  You too, Buzzard.

Taglist: @thegreyj

[dinsverdika]

Touch-starved (one shot)

Pairing: Hunter (the Bad Batch)/Reader

Tags (as posted on AO3): established relationship, kissing, making out, fluff (maybe? i'm not sure), suggestive, touch-starved Hunter

Word count: 1,365

Notes: hello! This was initially a WIP which had stayed on the WIP shelf for too long. As I recently posted another Hunter one shot, I decided to dust it off and revisit it. I wanted to make this the part one of the said one shot but ending up thinking that the two pieces didn't fit that well together. So I'm leaving you the choice of taking them as a package deal or not. I forgot to add it in the tags but I've written this with a AFAB reader in mind.

A gasp breached your lips as a strong pair of hands grabbed your hips and pulled them down.

“Hunter!” you whisper-shouted.

But you couldn’t help the grin from appearing on your face as you adjusted your position on his lap. It took a bit of shuffling around but you were now facing him instead of having your back turned to him. “I was going somewhere,” you said.

“There’s nothing to see in the cockpit,” replied Hunter, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He planted a kiss on the spot where your jaw angled upwards.

“I actually needed to report something to Tech,” you explained but tilted your head anyway, granting Hunter an easier access to your neck.

He hummed, “can’t it wait? It can’t be that important if you don’t have to report it to me first, the sergeant.”

You chuckled as Hunter peppered featherlight kisses all over your neck. He always knew when to pull the “sergeant card” on you.

“I guess you’re right, sergeant,” you smirked.

The smirk on your face quickly disappeared as Hunter drew another gasp from you as you felt his teeth gently nipping at your skin. Not enough to hurt you but certainly enough to catch you off-guard. He had tightened his grip on your hips too, bringing you closer to him.

“What has gotten into you?” you asked, giggling as Hunter had resumed peppering kisses on your neck. You braced yourself by putting your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Missed you, is all,” he mumbled from the crook of your neck.

“We’re in the same ship and spend most of our time in close proximity,” you retorted.

Hunter licked the spot behind your ear. If the moan ripping through your throat had not been held back by your teeth biting into the soft cushion of your bottom lip, it would have resonated in the short corridor leading up to the cockpit. Thankfully, the door separating the two areas was closed.

“I missed feeling your body pressed against mine,” added Hunter.

Oh.

In simpler, more straightforward terms: he was horny.

It had been a while since you and Hunter had some time to yourselves. You cuddled in his bunk and stole a kiss here and there but the Marauder did not provide the intimacy and the privacy you two were craving. Fortunately for you, the Bad Batch were close to rounding up the long list of missions they had been given, meaning you will be soon back on Kamino. Hunter and you could hide away in the allotted room the Kaminoans had provided you when you had been assigned to work with the Bad Batch.

It would be unfair to say that Hunter was the only one who was a bit touch-starved, though. You had been longing for his touch and now that he had his hands on you, you wished that the Havoc Marauder could travel through hyperspace even faster than it currently was.

You craned your neck to look at the navicomp behind you, Hunter was working on it when you had walked past him.

“What were you doing anyway?” you asked.

“Just looking up the star system we’re gonna jump into soon. Nothing too important,” he replied, bringing your attention back on him by turning your face gently by the chin.

You were about to retort that nothing seemed too important at the moment but Hunter locked your lips in a soft kiss before you could. The teasing remark flew out of your head as you relaxed into the kiss. Your muscles let go of the pent up frustration one by one as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your arms around Hunter’s neck as his hands stroked your back, a warm feeling blossomed into your chest. Hunter moaned into your mouth as you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth and his hands grabbed your ass cheeks, angling your crotch onto his codpiece, drawing a moan out of you. The warm feeling in your chest had spread down to your belly, making you feel feverish with want.

Hunter let go of your lips to trail back down to the crook of your neck with quick, needy kisses. He searched the perfect spot with his mouth, he knew his lips were where they needed to be when you hummed in pleasure as he licked your sensitive skin. He sucked on your skin, willing to leave his mark. You tried to protest against it through the haze fogging up your head, having a visible lovebite decorating your neck would be inappropriate until you hadn’t made it back to Kamino. He cut it short by sealing his lips with yours once again. His kisses were devouring, leaving you breathless. Your clothes were starting to feel too constricting and his armour too cold and hard against your body.

Shivers crawled on your skin as you felt Hunter’s warm hands sliding under your shirt. Hunter sighed at the feeling of your soft skin, spurring him on. He tentatively thrusted up and swallowed the soft moan which escaped your lips when his codpiece nudged your bundle of nerves.

“Hunter,” you gasped but he slated his mouth over yours once more. His hunger for you made him reckless. The taste of you, the feel of you had left him unaware of his surroundings.

“Hunter,” you said again, breaking the kiss. You had to push him away from you by his shoulders. The small gap between you two still allowed you to feel each other’s laboured breathing against each other’s face.

“We need to tone it down,” you exhaled.

Hunter was looking at you with a lustful half-lidded gaze, his chest was heaving and his lips swollen with desire. The flames of arousal licked the insides of your lower belly and it took a great amount of restraint to not surrender to your desire for the man in front of you.

Hunter’s gaze flicked down to your parted lips, they looked so inviting. The haze of his mind cleared up a bit at your next few words, “remember where we are.”

You watched as Hunter blinked a couple of times and looked around, taking in his surroundings. His eyes darted back to your face, shock appearing on his features as he realised that you two were heavily making out in the navicomp room and that anyone could have walked in on you.

Hunter sighed as arousal dissipated from his body, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my emotions take over me like that.”

You shushed him with a quick peck on the lips.

“No need to apologise, Hunter,” you said, wanting to reassure him. “It’s been difficult for me too, I’ve been missing you as well. I just didn’t realise how much until your hands were roaming all over my body,” you added with a small laugh.

Hunter chuckled at your admission, “well, we’re both guilty of being needy.”

“Could anyone blame us, though?” you asked. “We’ve been on the go for longer than usual, it was bound to happen at some point of another.” You slid your hands from his shoulders to his chestplate, “I’m glad that no one walked in on us.”

Hunter’s eyes widened at the reminder of his brothers walking in on you. “Maker, I’m glad that it didn’t happen too. We may be brothers but I definitely don’t need them to witness us being intimate like that.”

You nodded and planted another peck on his lips. “I should go and see Tech, now” you said, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “Otherwise we may get carried away again.”

Hunter hummed in response, looking as defeated as you. “Yeah,” he sighed. “And I should go back to what I was doing,” he added, gesturing to the navicomp.

You used his shoulders as leverage to get up from his lap, giving one last look to Hunter before turning away in the direction of the cockpit.

A sharp smack on your butt made your entire body whip around.

“Hunter!”

He threw a wolfish grin your way. “Just a taste of what’s to come once we land on Kamino.”

You clicked your tongue and turned away once more. “You’re impossible.”

[androidcharles]

Welcome to Android Charles!

Meet the Narrator

The Narrator, AKA Cory/Katie/Kaitlyn/w/e you wanna call me. I like drawing a lot and have been doing so traditionally and digitally since 7th grade! I also love writing and telling stories, so sit back, relax, and enjoy! If you have any questions, do not ask me them. Replies, likes posts, and follows from katiekatstudios.

GENERAL DNI APPLIES HERE. That means no r*c*sts, n*z*s, p*d*s, T*RFS, z**n*sts, or pr*sh*pp*rs AT ALL. THIS INCLUDES SYMPATHIZERS! I do not feel sympathy for you, nor do I want to debate with you.

Below the read more is lots of info, so go ahead and read to your hearts content 🥰

Requests are: CLOSED!

Art Trades are: OPEN!

Art Trade slots: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Art Trade rules!

Generally follows the same as request rules, do not request anything that makes me uncomfy or anything that pertains to NSFW (gore, sex stuff, ect.), I have the right to refuse an art trade if it makes me feel uncomfy or you make me feel uncomfy.

If you don't deliver within a month and a half or so and I haven't received any word that something has happened to you, I will take you off the list and just withhold posting the art I drew for you. If this seems a bit unfair, please contact me as soon as you don't see yourself on the list so I can get up to speed on what's going on.

See the slots up there? That's the available slots I have for art trades! If the list is full, that means that I'm not available for art trades right now and/or I'm still waiting on the person on the list to deliver on their art trade.

Kind of as a side note, but two things. 1). If you want to remain anonymous, LMK in your ask! and 2). If you see someone on the list that isn't holding up their end of the deal (at least in your eyes) that is not permission to harass them. I have this list up for my and your reference, not so you can play art trade cop.

While I request that you let me know as much as you can about what you want, I will try to do the same, but otherwise, don't be too discouraged! I'll be happy with like... an MS paint doodle, honestly, I just wanna trade art man.

Yes you can send your requests through DMs! I don't mind one bit and in all honesty if it makes things easier for you, you can do that.

There may be certain ships I might not do, but I have gotten less squeamish over the past year, so as long as we discuss the details, I don't think there's an ship in particular that I'm against drawing

YES I WILL DRAW OCS! Don't be afraid to request them!

Alright that's it, have fun!

Android Charles Story:

Main Story (Current Arc: Android Arc [Filler]) Part 1: Bullying the N.E.R.Ds AO3 Mirror Link Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Part 2: Defeating the Androids (Act 1) AO3 Mirror Link Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Part 2.3: Rocking the House AO3 Mirror Link Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Part 2.7: Learning the Truth AO3 Mirror Link Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Part 2.9 Defeating the Androids (Act 2) AO3 Mirror Link Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Part 3.1 Adjusting to Circumstances (AO3 Mirror Link)

Misc Stories Amelia Joins the Toppats (AO3 Mirror Link) The Legend of Jaques Kensington (AO3 Mirror Link) Rupert Meets Charles (AO3 Mirror Link) Jaques' Curse (AO3 Mirror Link) The One Where Ellie and Henry Find Out (AO3 Mirror Link) The Right Choice (AO3 Mirror Link) Charles Joins the Government Forces (AO3 Mirror Link) The Tragic Tale of Cody Night

[snowbellewells]

Tag Game

Rules: Go to your published works on Ao3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of- for whatever reason.

@kmomof4 tagged me in this - Thanks Krystal! (Sorry it took me so long to answer! ;p

First fic: "Start of the Dance" is the first one I posted on A03. Before that I was happily posting away in the Criminal Minds and Castle fandom on ff.net for ages - back before I even discovered Tumblr! Krystal though, convinced me to go over to A03 and create an account, largely to join the first-ever @cssns event, so I did. This one was one of my earliest CS one shots, and it ended up getting posted even before I posted the event fic I created the account for. I wrote a LOT of fic at the end of season three/ahead of season four, and this was one of my favorites from that span of time.

Last fic: I can almost guarantee it won't be literally my "last" fic, but the current last fic on my A03 dashboard is "Carolina Moon" my Nora Roberts inspired AU from the 2023 @cssns. It's still ongoing, and I promise more is coming soon! I'm not purposefully leaving you waiting.

Only Once: So, I discovered when I went to answer this one that most of the ships or fandoms I only wrote for once stayed over on my ff.net profile. The best I can do with one that has transferred over to AO3 is my @cssns18 one shot "Tasting Forever". This fic is still one of my favorites and has gotten more reviews and comments than almost anything else I've ever posted. It leans very heavily on the plot and characters of another show called Moonlight, and I seriously put Killian, Emma, and the other OuaT characters into the roles from that show, then made my own spin on the idea. I do have one other Moonlight fic, but apparently, I have never migrated it over to A03. It's called "Forever Waiting" - and I would love to have you read it - but you'll have to read it on ff.net until I make that correction! I also have a little one shot from the LotR fandom. (Not that I would ever think to change or tinker with Tolkien, but it's a little moment he didn't write between Merry and Eomer, at Theoden's graveside.) You can find it here "Simbelmyne" - clearly I still need to move all the older stuff to A03.

Favorite fic for the fandom I've written in most: That is a REALLY hard question, Krystal!! What are you doing to me?!?Okay, for reals, I will try.... (Well, I've got a top three - for now - at least)

I've always been partial to this one shot written between 3a and 3b (I even managed to squeeze Graham into it: "Ghost of Christmases Past" I am really proud of this short MC that I set in the Victorian time period and tried to make darker and more mysterious than my usual story. It was originally for the @csrolereversal fic and art event, and I had so much fun working on it, and surprising my usual readers with its tone/vibe: "The Case of the Heart in Armor" And I still love my werewolf AU MC I wrote for the first @cssns Many people have done much better and more amazing werewolf fics since, but I had wanted to try it for ages, I had some much fun doing it, and it still is a favorite for me: "Run to Me (in the Dead of Night)"

The fic I wish more people read: I am so grateful for any kudos or comment I get, but I have always wanted these to one shots to get more views and comments: "Moonlit Ghosts" and "Got My Angel Now" And I was always particularly proud of my short MC "Villain's Happy Ending" and want to tell more people to check it out and let me know what they think of it. Lastly, though I know the main pairing is Liam x Belle and so it probably never will, I always want to have people read "Looking for a Heart (that's not Walking Away)" I loved letting characters like Belle and Henry really shine, and exploring more of what Liam would have been like if we saw more of him. I loved writing it and was really proud of how it turned out, but I don't know that many people have read it.

The fic I agonized over the most: Sheesh, that's a hard one. The sensible answer would probably be my last year's @cssns22 fic "Believing Impossible Things" (since it still isn't done - I really do apologize!) But probably any of the ones where I attempted real love scenes (smut) in them. That tends to make me more than a bit anxious and to worry over each little sentence and word.

I also agonized a lot over my Music Man AU "Foot Caught in the Door (This Time)" for @captainswanmoviemarathon (Probably why it still only has one chapter ;p ) People were so kind and generous in their feedback and excitement for it, but I psyched myself out, because I love the musical so much and worry about doing it justice!

The fic that sprang fully formed from my mind without any effort: I can't really say that this ever happens for me. Not the whole fic, completely formed. Usually a certain scene comes to me - and it might be very vivid and complete - but then I have to come up with the rest of the story where it belongs!

A fic that I'm proud of, for whatever reason: 😘 It was hard to think of something that I hadn't already mentioned above, but I am quite proud of my one shot collection "Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts" - now 50 some stories strong. It's a good compendium of the sort of stories I write, the show arcs I most love, and the characters I really like to give a little more missing moments. A lot of those stories did just what I set out for them to do, and they take me back to that particular phase of the show, watching for the first time, and what I was feeling and wondering.

[toschestationserver]

FAQ

This FAQ is designed to answer some burning questions about the upcoming fic exchange.

What is the Tosche Station server?

It's a discord server created by the admin @mythicluke. It was created because he wanted to bring his friends together to have fun Star Wars conversations. Originally, it was made to champion Luke Skywalker analysis in a casual and fun environment, but it has since expanded to become a fully-fledged community in its own right.

Can I join the server?

The server works on an invite-only basis, and the admin only tends to invite those whom he knows well. However, this could change in the future, so keep your eyes peeled!

What is the Fic Exchange?

It's sort of like a Secret Santa. It's a way for Star Wars writers and artists to challenge themselves and allow for a casual but fun way to improve their craft.

How does it work?

On August 1st at 10:30am BST, prompting will begin and people can submit prompts in a Google Form and up to 2 prompts can be submitted.

On August 21st, claiming will open, where prospective writers and artists can claim a prompt. There will be one slot for writers and one for artists.

Writers and Artists will have 5 months to complete their work and regular check-ins will be carried out by the fic exchange team to make sure that people are on track for the deadline.

What is the theme?

The theme is New Beginnings.

Why have a theme?

Having a theme means that we can create a uniform collection of work all around a similar topic, and although the theme can be widely interpreted, it will allow the project to feel more coherent.

Where do I post my work?

Work should be posted on the New Beginnings Collection on AO3 after the Admin has given you a date to post them. Please don’t post them until you’ve been given a date to do so. There will be a 'big reveal' at a later point. Please do not self-promote until it is time to reveal your story. All works will be anonymous to start with. Thank you!

What happens if I'm not able to meet the deadline?

Please email toschestationexchange@gmail.com with your AO3 username, any other usernames we can use to get in touch with you, and the prompt you are working on. We will be able to work something out on a case-by-case basis.

Does it have to be my best work?

It doesn't! See the fic exchange as a way to grow and develop your skills, rather than a way to prove yourself to the community. You're more than welcome to submit your best work, but you're also welcome to push yourself or submit a first draft so long as the story is completed and doesn't already exist, or is not part of a work in progress (WIP).

All work should be a minimum of 3,000 words unless you are a pinch-hitter (this is where you pick up a prompt that was claimed by someone who dropped out). Pinch-hitter work should be at least 1,500 words. There is no maximum. Pinch-hitters can also claim the prompts that were left unclaimed after we have given them time to claim prompts.

How many prompts can I have?

You can submit a maximum of 2 prompts per person.

Can I do multiple prompts?

You must have finished your first piece of art or story. You can claim another prompt if you have done so.

What if I change my mind about my prompt?

You have until August 9th to submit a prompt. Please try not to have cold feet about the prompts you have chosen.

Do I need an AO3 account?

You do need an AO3 account to both post and receive work.

I'm currently on the waiting list for an AO3 account. What do I do?

Please fill out the below form and send it to toschestationexchange@gmail.com:

Username + associated social media platform(s):

Prompt you have submitted or claimed:

Estimated date for your AO3 invite:

Username (if not known, please email us as soon as you have your username):

Link to your AO3 profile (once created):

Does it have to be about Star Wars?

It does have to be about Star Wars. However, crossovers and AUs are perfectly fine.

What if I write or draw NSFW work?

You are welcome to participate! But please note that no person under the age of 18 can either request NSFW work or create NSFW work for this fic exchange. All NSFW work must be appropriately categorised and tagged on AO3.

All people on the fic exchange team are over the age of 18.

How long will we have to write?

You will have from August 2023 to the start of January 2024 to write. All work should be completed and posted anonymously on AO3 by January 3rd 2024. Please wait for your date before revealing your work. We aim to spotlight one work per day.

What are the general guidelines for someone who hasn’t done a fic exchange before?

Guidelines and rules will be available in the Google form that will be circulated for prompting on August 1st at 10:30am BST. They will also be laid out on a separate Tumblr post.

What if I decide I don't want to participate anymore?

Please email toschestationexchange@gmail.com or get in touch with the team member that is doing check-ins for you. You do not have to give a reason, just let us know that you no longer want to join in.

We will try and get someone to complete the prompt in your place, but we are not liable for those who decided to abandon their work.

Do you have any tips on coming up with prompts?

Try to think of a story you would love to read about the theme.

Could it be the first few weeks of marriage for your favourite ship? Or your favourite character becoming a parent for the first time. What about the first few days after Din Djarin became Grogu's father figure or Han Solo's first few days at the rebellion?

Don't worry about covering any of those prompts or interpreting the theme in a different way. I just made them up now so they're all up for grabs. The idea is that someone writes a story for you so try and pick something you're interested in and would love to read.

Try and keep the prompt small and around similar ideas rather than something huge, elaborate, and specific. You can have a look at how prompts have worked on Tumblr for fic writers over the years. Have a think about ideas you like, enjoy, or want to see put together.

In the prompting form, what are 'deal-breakers' and what do you mean by 'things I particularly enjoy'?

'Deal-breakers' are things that you cannot stand in fanfiction. For instance, if you can't stand angst, if you hate it when people characterise a character in a certain way, or if there are tropes that automatically turn you off fan art or fanfiction. For instance, first-person work, or Y/N stories.

'Things I particularly enjoy' is the opposite of a 'deal-breaker' and things that you would really like the writer or artist to work into their piece if possible.

Please note that there is already a designated question to understand if you are comfortable with NSFW themes.

I want to include something but I'm not sure if the prompter will like it. What do I do?

Please get in touch with the toschestationexchange@gmail.com and we can message the prompter on your behalf.

Do I need to submit a prompt to participate?

You don't have to submit a prompt. You can simply select another person's prompt and create art or a story for that prompt. You can also choose to only submit a prompt.

How do I claim a prompt?

Email toschestationexchange@gmail.com or message the admin @mythicluke. You can also reach the Admin on Twitter at @toscheserver or their personal Twitter account @farmboyluke.

Please note you must be a mutual follower to message the admin on their personal Twitter. Feel free to follow the admin, @ and say you'd like to request a prompt and they will follow you back and sort it out for you.

Prompts are claimed on a first-come, first-serve basis and there will be a tumblr post laying out the prompts available with a note as to whether or not they have been claimed.

There is one artist slot and one writer slot per prompt. The tumblr post will be updated to reflect this.

How can I get in touch?

Tumblr | Twitter | Email: toschestationexchange@gmail.com

[lessthanconventional]

Welcome to my Kinkblr!

Kinks You'll Find Here:

Stuffing

Stomachaches

Belly rubs

Tummy noises

Burping

Liquid bloats

Soft feedism

Mild weight gain/fat admiration

Kinks You Won't Find Here:

Scat/Eprocto

Pregnancy/Breeding

Nonconsensual force feeding

My Writing

I cycle sporadically between various WIPs, mostly about original characters. On the happy occasion I actually finish a story, I usually post it to my Pillowfort and AO3 and share links here.

Speaking of Pillowfort…

I can't recommend Pillowfort.social enough if you're in the market for an independent, user-funded, NSFW-welcoming social media site. They just came out with a rolling wait list a la AO3, but if you don't wanna wait, you can send me an ask off anon or message me for an account key. 🗝️

My Sideblogs

t-kiss is my sideblog project for tummy kink self-ship; check it out if that's your jam and maybe submit something for you and your F/Os!

unconventionalselfships is my personal t-kiss blog for gushing about my obscure F/Os.

unconventionalafterdark is where I put steamier content and real-life kink. (Basically it's a catch-all for anything that feels like "too much" for my main blog. 😅)

Current Projects (indexes coming soon!)

Whiskey And Ice Cream/WAIC: An ongoing series of self-indulgent stories centered around charming sugar daddy feeder Dustin, his adorable sugar baby-turned-boyfriend feedee Adam, and their glamorous feeder FWB Angel.

A Meeting of Minds/AMOM (WIP): A plotty kink series exploring my original urban fantasy universe and the queerplatonic found family that inhabits it. If you like the fantastic stories by @ginger-and-mint and @tiny-loves-rubs then this will be right up your alley.

The Tummy Date, aka Dirk & Vanessa (WIP): An experimental story of intentional kink that started out as a love letter to my favorite fic of the same name on StomachacheCafe (may it rest in peace). I love the OCs that came from it enough that I'll probably end up writing more for them. Set in the same universe as WAIC.

Wild Mountain Honey (WIP): More self-indulgent goodness centered around a bear shifter named Orson, the small mountain town he calls home, and his love interest Jia, a burnt out big city lawyer who's inexplicably attracted to Orson's big appetite. This is still in its early development stages, but the eventual goal is more or less kinky supernatural romance meets Hallmark movie. Set in the same universe as AMOM.

Kinky Blorbo Micro Manifestos

Ask me about any of these if you want exuberant infodumps and hyperspecific headcanons. Pretty much all of these have at least one back-burner plot bunny attached to them.

John Pope and Sara from Falling Skies: Pope is my blorbo to end all blorbos, the bright star on my horizon, my #1 t-kiss F/O. Sara is his kick-ass girlfriend, one of my favorite female characters ever, and someone I'm working up the courage to also make my t-kiss F/O. He's a trigger-happy berserker who's also a chef and eats more times on-camera than anyone else on the show, she's a plucky former graphic designer who asked him for Pringles at gunpoint—need I say more?

Nick Burkhardt and Sean Renard from Grimm (TV): The stars of the first kinky fanfic I ever felt brave enough to actually post online (which I will continue Someday™). I low-key ship them and Adalind in a kinky OT3. Sean x Cheesecake 4ever (based on an outtake that would've been memed in a larger fandom).

Pete Latimer and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13: This show is best known for its amazing and tragically non-canon femslash ship, Bering and Wells, but y'all, we are sleeping on Pete. He had as much kinky canon material (proportionally at least) as a certain gruff-voiced monster-hunter, right down to a signature favorite dessert, and he may have his flaws but his masculinity is a hell of a lot healthier overall. Meanwhile, Myka is a canonical stress eater with a canonical sweet tooth and a canonical best friend/partner (Pete) who's always trying to get her to relax. Pyka was queerplatonic and I will die on that hill.

Batman/Bruce Wayne and Catwoman/Selina Kyle from Batman: The Animated Series: I've had a long-time crush on TAS Batman, and tummying him is the inevitable result of that. It's practically canon that BatCat is some flavor of kinky, so Selina talking Bruce into self-care via feedism doesn't seem like much of a stretch to me. I'm also 100% down for kinky WonderBat and/or WonderBatCat.

The Leverage OT3 (Eliot Spencer, Alec Hardison, and Parker): I'm still working my way past season one, but I have already made it my life's sidequest to believably tummy these three in various ways. Eliot's a hobbyist chef in desperate need of R&R, Hardison's hacker snacking provides endless windows of opportunity, and Parker has a major sweet tooth and zero inhibitions.

Flip from Slumberland (2022): Y'all. Y'all. I am feral over this man. A goofy outlaw and reluctant father played by Jason Momoa with fangs and a clingy T-shirt who carries snacks in his pockets and spends half the movie touching his belly is illegally tailored to my interests. Also the movie was hilarious and adorable and gave me feels and you should watch it.