#writing about myself is a bit difficult oops. but i do want to make more original posts at the very least i think

[nonbinarv]

hmm. maybe i should redo my about stuff...

[wen-kexing-apologist]

So, I started writing a completely different post about the Heart confrontation scene and was gonna start it with "[Episode 5] was just so well done and they laid everything out on a platter for me to digest that I don't really feel the need to wax poetic about colors in this episode" but uhhhh, haha oops, I played myself. I was looking back through part 4/4 to talk about Heart's confrontation scene, and uh...

IT'S COLOR TIME.

Fuck you @respectthepetty! you created this monster.

So we already have Wen = Blue and Jim = Red but I've given the internet too many analyses about Wen and Jim and because once again the side couple strikes, all I care about is supporting this precious first love between Li Ming and Heart so that's what I'm gonna write.

Like father-figure uncle like nephew, Li Ming is red, and his love interest, Heart is blue. But because Wen and Jim are also red and blue I think there needs to be something else tying Li Ming and Heart together visually and that is stripes. (shhh, yes, I know Wen had a shirt with stripes on in it episode 4 but that served a very specific purpose of being red/blue color coded for the purposes of being caught between Alan and Jim) THIS however:

stripes.

stripes.

stripes.

stripes

stripes

stripes

STRIPESSSSSSS

Is exclusively a dedicated HeartLiMing motif.

And stripes makes sense as the connecting factor between the two of them. The plot line for Heart and Li Ming centers so much around how trapped they both feel in their respective lives. Li Ming trapped by poverty, Heart trapped at home. Li Ming trapped on the cusp of adulthood and independence, having a difficult time being understood by his uncle (despite Jim's best efforts), Heart trapped in his own body and mind, because his parents refuse to learn how to understand him. Their plot is about being teenagers, teenagers testing boundaries, breaking boundaries, rebelling against the authority they have known their whole lives in order to better understand who they are as people. In order to be able to make their own mistakes and start learning how to navigate the world without a "true adult" there to make decisions for them. It's about breaking free of the barriers your family has always placed around you to keep you safe.

Horizontal stripes of course, also make me think a bit about paper, and writing is a crucial, vital, and important part of how Heart and Li Ming started getting to know each other. If you want to get even more abstract about it, lines in relation to Heart and Li Ming make me think of hands, of fingers (the vertical lines especially) in reference to sign language and its importance in allowing these two to communicate and understand one another.

Okay I said it was color time, I lied again, sorry, it actually was stripe time.

NOW IT'S COLOR TIME.

We've seen a lot in this show, in my opinion, with blue lighting around the Red Rascals, both Jim and Li Ming. Especially Li Ming because all of his interactions with Heart until the middle of Episode 4 have been immersed completely in Heart's home.

and what I love about blue lighting is that it makes red pop so Li Ming is still the most central and eye catching presence on the screen, despite the fact that he is bathed in blue. Despite the fact that he is in Heart's room, in Heart's house, he is the center of attention for viewers in this moment, but also for Heart as a whole.

And even in Ep. 4 once they finally leave Heart's home, Li Ming is still constantly covered in blue because he is doing all of this for Heart.

And when they go to the church where Heart is introduced to other Deaf people for the first time, Li Ming is still immersed in blue because, once again, he is in Hearts's world. The world that Heart should have always had access to from the minute that he became deaf. The world he's been deprived of by his parents for three years.

Also notice, by nature of Li Ming wearing a red shirt in these scenes that the white and amber lights that act as the secondary wash in these scenes casts far more red tinted light on to Li Ming than it does to Heart. For the majority of episode 4, Heart's lighting pallet is blue or white, blue or amber. Li Ming's has a bit more red to his. AND AND AND AND it speaks to the talent of the lighting designers and directors and just general film crew in this show that they are able to use so much blue in this show and have it signify so many different things. Alan's blue lighting is colder than Wen's, Heart's blue lighting is colder at home than it is when he is outside. It's more of a blue green outside because they are mixing it with more reds/oranges and less white, you can even see it in these screen caps how much bluer and colder the first picture in Heart's room (and even when they are in his driveway) looks compared to the pictures outside where they are also lit with warm tones.

We know already that Heart cares about Li Ming, because he is his friend, because he finally has a life line, because he finally has someone to talk to, who treats him like a normal fucking human being, and trusts him, and and and...and we know that Heart is attracted to Li Ming because we got that scene where Heart pretty obviously checks out and is flustered by Li Ming without his shirt on. But I don't know if Heart fully has a crush on Li Ming at either of those points. And my argument for that is the lighting, because until Heart is standing in front of the speaker at the church with Li Ming, we don't see Heart in any objectively warm light.

I think this is the moment that is supposed to indicate that Heart is fully leaning in to having a crush on Li Ming, because this is finally the moment where his face is warm not blue, not bright, not cold, and not in white light. And I'm asking you to compare this image with the ones above it, at the street vendor, the secondary light wash on Heart is not amber, it's white. The back lighting on Heart's neck in the picture of him and Li Ming talking to the Father at church is definitely warmer, but it is not as warm as the light on Li Ming's face. But at the speaker scene, he is fully bathed in warm light. But the warm light isn't red light either, it's not objectively or definitively Li Ming's color, though it is his emotions.

You know what is objectively, definitively red light?

This is.

And like yeah, we can talk about the red bag on Heart's side, or the fact that in this lighting the blue square of the American flag on Li Ming's sweater matches close enough to the blue in Heart's shirt. We could talk about getting on each other's level by swapping colors through their clothes or their accessories. But I don't want to do that this time, because I am a slut for lighting and this lighting this definitively red lighting on Heart's face is what this episode is about for me. I think this is the point Heart realizes that he is in love with Li Ming, and Heart is fully ready to accept Li Ming as part of his world. Probably the most important part of his world.

Anyway, off to go take a million more screen shots of the confrontation scene so I can shout expletives about Heart and Li Ming's reactions to everything going on in that scene. Talk about a side track of epic proportions.

[leighlew3]

I've been thinking about this a bit lately, and there was a small misunderstanding when I dipped my toe (and then whole body 😂) into the SC / SG fandom, i.e. a few people unfortunately thinking I was trying to mislead or exploit fans in some way, because of others from this industry who used and lied to fans in the past re: a different show. And while that was unfair to paint me with the same brush without knowing me, I can understand where they could’ve had concerns because of wounds caused by others.

Hopefully people understand by now though that wasn’t the case. As I’ve said so many times before, if nobody around here ever consumes anything I write? Cool beans! But I’m both a professional in this industry and a lifelong fan girl and that’s not gonna change. And I’m going to talk about both my career and fandom stuff. 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, I do hope people know by now that I’m here for the right reasons, and always have been. And I always will be. But if I ever did anything that made it come across otherwise — I truly apologize. I mean it, seriously. Any misunderstandings that I might’ve inadvertently caused through making a dumb math joke or expressing that fans should always have hope and fight for what they believe in, etc — if it upset anybody in any way or wasn’t expressed properly by me at the time — I feel awful.

While I can’t do anything about a couple people who twisted my words or intentions or even flat out lied about stuff being said or done that never happened — I do want to own any part I had in it by not more quickly clarifying or shutting that stuff down. I really do feel bad about all that, because all I’ve ever wanted to do was show love and be understood and connect with people and fight for the ship and fandom, and I’ve done that online (and behind the scenes in ways that I can’t even talk about) for years now.

I adore y’all, and I will always be a Supercorp fan. I’ve always been (brutally) honest and an open book, but I’ve also just been passionate (and sometimes sadly misunderstood) by the occasional little pocket of people. And that sucks. But I don’t hold it against them, and I hope nobody holds that stuff against me.

I'm posting this now, because after losing my mom this year and with the holidays coming up, I've been reflecting a lot. And I realize that life is too short for grudges or misunderstandings that can be corrected or made amends for, so I hope people know that I love y’all and appreciate y’all and any past minor conflicts or accidental misunderstandings — even if it was just with a few people — really sucked, and I hope there can be mutual forgiveness.

Anyway, I don’t expect everybody to like me or agree with my perspectives, or even approve of how I go about expressing myself. But we can’t control anybody else in life. All we can do is control ourselves, self reflect, and work towards growth. Thus, if I ever did anything to make anybody — even just 2 or 3 or 10 people — feel any kind of negative way, that's a big oops on my end, and I'm sorry.

And if some of those people still feel like it was entirely justified to target me so intensely the way they did — hey, bygones and I forgive it — and I still want to offer nothing but love and hope that the future brings better things for us all. For real.

TLDR: The last 5-ish years on a personal level have been incredibly difficult, and the last 6+ months have been emotional hell, but the ship between Kara/Lena and the SC fandom as a whole has been there for me in the most incredible of ways (through humor and fan art and fanfiction and friendships and lions and tigers and bears). And I’ve tried to be there in return, as much as humanly possible, and as authentically as possible.

And that’s why the little percentage that didn't like or trust me — I hope we can metaphorically hug it out and move forward and I hope I’ve made some progress in your perception of me over time, but even if not — or hell, if it’s gotten worse for some reason, I’m going to continue to show love and support towards this ship / fandom and fight for our LGBTQ community. Because I truly care. Even if I’m human and make some mistakes along the way, past or future. Even if people misunderstand me sometimes.

All I can do is my best. And that’s all I’ve ever tried to do...

Love y’all. 💜

P.S. If you’d like to chat or seek to be unblocked or whatever, send me a message via a burner or on Instagram DM or somethin’ and we’ll chitty chat and hopefully hug it out. I’m down. Cheers. 🤙

[gigantomachy1916]

for the fic writer asks: 9, 17, and 19 :-)

9. Do you write every day? If you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written!

Mmm not every single day but I have written 37 out of the past 38 days, between 200 and 11,000 words each day! Got a streak going (almost... shouldn't have skipped that day). Sentence from today:

Grasping a handful of Floo powder, he stepped through to the Zabini home, where he was immediately greeted with the pungent stench of marijuana.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

They don't have diners in the UK! Also the exhibits of the Atlanta aquarium, and the mechanics of hopping trains, and the fact that gamma ray bursts are the most energetic processes in the universe, though I didn't end up using that last fact.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Ummmmm I'm gonna give you a long teaser cause I can't fuckin help myself, I've been working on this fic for SO LONG and wishing I could share it. Here's part of a scene from what's currently Chapter 5 of Fuel to Fire under the cut.

............

Sirius grabbed onto the front of Remus’s robes with an intensity that frightened her, eyes blazing. “You found the traitor?” he demanded. “Did you kill him?”

“I wouldn’t let them,” Mary said. “We need him to prove that you’re innocent.”

Turning to look at her, Sirius asked, “Them?”

Oops.

“Severus helped me,” Remus admitted.

“Severus Snape?” Sirius demanded. “What the fuck, Remus!” He still hadn’t let go of his robes, and Mary was getting a little nervous.

Deciding that, since scolding Snape had worked surprisingly well, she’d try it on Sirius too, Mary folded her arms and told him sternly, “Snape is my friend. Well, I’m a bit mad at him right now, because he didn’t tell me you were innocent at first. But he’s going to help us clear your name, so you can’t fight with him. Okay?” He seemed a little mentally addled, maybe because of being a dog for so long, so she was trying to keep things simple.

Sirius stared at her for a moment before turning back to Remus incredulously. “Snivellus is the Fawn’s friend?” he repeated. “Remus, what? How the fuck did this happen? What is she talking about?” Then something seemed to dawn on him, because he turned back to stare at Mary, betrayal in his eyes. “Is he here? I thought I smelled someone else, but I forgot, in all the…” He broke off, clearly unsure how to sum up ‘Mary and Remus petting him and calling him a good boy and convincing him to turn back to human.’

At that point, of course, Snape decided to make things even more difficult and step out from behind a tree, a rather obnoxious smirk on his face. Because he couldn’t just be nice, no, he had to revert to acting like a damn teenager at the worst possible moment. “Black,” he drawled.

Sirius was on his feet in an instant, advancing on Snape, and Mary quickly rushed to put herself between them, wondering where the fuck Sirius had gotten a wand from. And now Snape had his out, too. She stood with her back to Snape, her hands extended in Sirius’s direction, trying to stop him. “I told you, Snape is my friend!” she exclaimed, exasperated. “And I’m… I’m going to be very cross with you if you hurt him after he helped me find you!”

Looking a little uncertain, Sirius at least hesitated, and Mary, wanting to press her advantage, said the first thing that popped into her head: “Don’t be a bad dog!”

And for a moment, Sirius actually looked abashed, giving her what could only be termed ‘puppy dog eyes.’ Behind him, Remus burst out laughing, and even Snape snorted over her shoulder. “Yes, Black,” he taunted. “Don’t be a ‘bad dog.’”

Mary rounded on him at that. “Theíos!” she hissed, hands on her hips, not even realizing she’d reverted back to their old form of address. “You promised to be nice!”

“I haven’t hexed him yet,” Snape pointed out, sounding rather like he was sulking. He sniffed slightly and leaned backwards, away from Mary. “You reek of dog.”

(Behind her, she heard Sirius demanding, “Did she just call Snivellus her uncle? Remy, what is going on?” His voice was genuinely distraught, like the very foundations of the universe were unraveling beneath him.)

“That’s enough, children!” Remus snapped in the exact tone of voice he used when her class was acting up. “Sirius, Severus is Mary’s Head of House. He looks after her, and he helped me recapture Pettigrew.Yes, it’s strange, I thought so too at first, but he’s nice enough to her.” He stressed the final two words, making it clear the statement did not apply to anyone else. “Severus, if you cannot stop actively antagonizing Sirius, kindly go back to the Castle and leave us to talk. We have a lot to discuss, and we are not going to get anywhere with the two of you at each other’s throats.”

Both men turned to glare at him—Sirius out of betrayal that Remus would defend Snape, and Snape out of indignation that Remus would dare tell him off. Mary gave Remus a grateful smile, glad that she wasn’t the only one with any sense in this situation.

“I will not go back to the Castle without Miss Potter,” Snape argued. “Black may not have killed Pettigrew or those muggles, but he is clearly volatile. I will not leave her alone with him.” Completely ignoring the fact that Remus would be there too, of course.

“I am not volatile, I just hate you,” Sirius retorted, and Mary rolled her eyes.

“If it’ll stop you guys from killing each other, fine. I’ll go back to the castle with Professor Snape, and you,” she addressed Remus, “can find me once you’ve filled Sirius in on everything.”

Remus seemed fine with that plan, but Sirius was not. “Hang on!” he protested, grabbing Remus’s sleeve. “You’re not just going to let him take the Fawn somewhere alone, are you?”

“Merlin and Morgan!” she swore, fed up with his attitude and with being talked about like she wasn’t even there. “My name is Mary, and I don’t need Remus’s permission to follow my Head of House back to the Castle. Besides, if Snape wanted to kill me, he’s already had plenty of opportunities. I’m alone with him in his private lab basically all the time.” Sirius only looked more outraged at that, so she simply turned on her heel, giving Snape an unimpressed glare. “If you’re quite finished being rude to my godfather, you may escort me back.”

Snape huffed at her audacity, and possibly at the fact that she was clearly imitating him in her haughtiness, but he did so, placing a rather possessive hand on her shoulder and pushing her quickly along, which only sparked another outraged noise from Sirius behind her back. Anyway, he retracted his hand soon enough, wiping it on his robes and complaining, “You are absolutely covered in slobber. Honestly.”

“Yeah, I guess Sirius really likes to lick,” she agreed, and he gave her a look of such utter disgust that she had to laugh.

“That is perhaps the single most repulsive thing you could have said.”

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Rachel,

I have a few questions if you don’t mind:

1. How do you get comfortable writing the story of your heart? I’ve been pushing off big story ideas that I want to write so that I can get better at writing. But like what if that’s making me feel less motivated or am I just being annoying about it? Maybe I should just suck it up and practice something easier because I honestly don’t have the skills for a complex novel idea.

2. Do you ever look at other writers progress and process and feel bad about your own? Because I’ve been feeling like that a lot lately and trying to adapt to every writers process is impossible and not fun. But I’m stifled by the fear of doing things wrong even though there’s not really a “wrong” way to write.

3-4. I want to participate in nano but I’m a student so it’s going to be a challenge. Since you also were a student do you have any tips? I’ve heard from others that I should just give up writing while in school and every time it hurts, even though I know they don’t mean me any harm. I just want to know if it’s really impossible. So I guess this really is a 2 part question: Do you have any time management tips for writing as a student and do you have any tips for starting nano for the first time?

Hi hi hi!

1. Tbh, my best advice is just to write what you want. If that’s the hard thing, then go for the hard thing. I skirted around difficult projects thinking I didn’t have the skill set for them but that just led me to never writing them. The truth is you’re always going to be missing something before writing a project—writing is an evolutionary art form for that reason, so it’s intrinsic that we learn and fail as we go.

2. I don’t really feel bad when comparing myself to other writers but this probably is mostly because I generally don’t have negative self-talk anymore (IDK WHERE IT WENT LOL) but you’re absolutely not alone in this feeling (& I know I’ve felt this way in the past). You’ve got it right that there’s no one process, and tbh, the thing you might have to do is just constantly remind yourself of that when writing in order to push through. A lot of the time if writing is sticking for me for a more abstract reason like this I have to grit my teeth and keep reminding myself it’s okay to be imperfect, etc.

3. To be verrrryyy honest with you, I struggled to balance writing & school and while I don’t think you have to give up writing while being a student, something a lot of the times naturally has to give since being a student is so time consuming. Not to be discouraging at all but just as a precursor because I was never able to successfully do NaNo when I was in school (not even in high school) EXCEPT for in 2022, and that was for a couple reasons. Mostly, I just put school on the back burner haha. I’m not recommending this but at that point in my degree I was tired of how I was being treated & not being able to prioritize my own writing & I started to push the boundaries of my academics to see how much I could let go in order to write. This is not something I responsibly recommend, but it’s what I did. I wrote a lot in lectures (….. oops lol) & pulled back a bit on assignments (I still did as well as I typically do which is when I realized for me I could put in less effort into school & get the same results—just MY experience, again not a recommendation).

So I’m not saying it’s impossible but I don’t want to make it seem like I was able to juggle both. I wasn’t lol! I skipped classes, I BS’d assignments & that’s bc school wasn’t my priority anymore (this was 100% best for my mental health & I surprisingly academically performed the best I ever have & also graduated #1 in my faculty BUT I thrive off of chaotic timetables & doing things when I’m not supposed to lol, so again not a recommendation & just context as to how I did it).

Otherwise, a couple things I did: edited late at night when I was too tired to draft & added words through line level edits. Used scene ideas from old books & propagated them into the new book. Prepped a little in advance by drafting (or you could outline) so I knew where I was going. Got ahead by 1k as much as I could. It also helped that I was at the exact right place at the exact right time to do nano (literally got right to the climax at the very end), so a lot of my success I think was also luck.

My biggest tip for starting NaNo for the first time is to be open for your expectations to change & to listen to yourself as you go because a word count isn’t worth your mental health! If you can plan around busy days that can also help too. November was always the worst month for deadlines when I was in school, so if you’re falling behind it’s soooo okay! Have fun with it—NaNo isn’t supposed to be stressful, so if it is it’s okay to amend the goal to suit your lifestyle! :)

[l-lend]

I tried to make this short oops.

Congrats on 200 followers!! Each of them is well deserved! For the match making game, here’s a description of me :3

When I first meet people I’m fairly shy and awkward. I often say the wrong thing or embarrass myself, though I like to think I have some grace about it. Still, I like to make new friends and I get along with people fairly well. I have a pretty big heart and care about people easily. Typically, I’m more calm and serious, thinking before I speak and act.

That said, I’m stubborn. I’ll put up a fiery defense if needed (even more so when my friends and family are involved.) In situations were I’m at fault, I’m smart enough to apologize and correct as necessary (Though I might be a little grumpy for a bit while I work through my feelings.)

Art, history, space, nature, architecture, and humanities are all subject I’m either well versed in or interested in and want to learn more about. I love animals and plants especially. Even commonly feared animals hold a special spot in my heart. Storytelling is a hobby of mine and I love to read and write (even if they are difficult for me.)

In romantic relationships I like some give and pull. Teasing, all in good fun. I like someone who can keep up with my wit. Physical affection, gift giving, and words of affirmation are my love languages (what I want to receive-I’m a big believer in trying to gift love how my partner wants it even if it doesn’t match my main love languages.) Frequent attention is important to me.

An ideal date for me depends on my mood.. staying in to watch a bad movie and to critique it is for low energy kinda dates. Going to a museum/aquarium/zoo are favorites when I have the energy. Dressing up cute for a nice dinner is also lovely. Another common winner in the summer is to go on hikes to bird watch and see the scenery!

And lastly as SFW as possible: I may be somewhat dominate in day to day life but I never want to be so in bed. (Though I dont just easily give my cooperation either 🤭) So dominate partners only!

I’m excited to see your match for me!!! Congrats again and lonely day to you 😋

Interesting, very interesting....a dominant clone, but also enjoying some give and take in the relationship. I think I've got it. I think you would match well with:

Captain Traitor Gregor

This man might be the pinch of chaos to make your life have a bit more of variety. He never takes himself to seriously so he can always appreciate a partner that can laugh at themselves.

He has no problems leading if you want him to, but he's also happy to follow along if you're leading in *ahem* scenarios. You and him could definitely swap stories, and your touch of a stubborn streak might be viewed as a challenge if he's trying to ease the tension after a rough day.

He'll do his best to keep you laughing. Life's too short, so make the best of it by enjoying yourself.

[khaleesiofalicante]

I have never felt more tired in my life why are exams a thing I hate finals. A lot happened so I'll tell you

But! I'm going to buy Chain Of Thorns on the last day of this madness so it's fine everything's fine I'll get through this madness

Also you know what's not fun? Having to talk and make relationships work. What happened to going up to people and simply going "you're my best friend now. Have candy" Shit's hard. May, Sarah and I had to have difficult conversations lately but what matters is that we came out on the other side! Wow I'm a mess

Oh I told Sarah I liked her. Everything's just like it was so thank god for that. I know she's straight but I needed to like get it out so I can move the fuck on so anyway there's this cute girl-

We kinda tiptoed around my crush and I made up a whole other people and she was like "IF THEY GIRL HAS EVEN A SINGLE BRAIN CELL EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE" Anyway we're doing better than ever now!

I reconnected with an old friend who makes me feel so at home. It's amazing how close we got so quickly and then did it again. I'm moving tomorrow and it's in her neighbourhood so we get to be even closer and I'm really excited for that. She means the world to me

Also remember the cute girl I mentioned 2 paragraphs ago? There was a terrifying moment where I thought she was pro-hitler and I wanted to go throw myself off a cliff because how does my brain find these people to obsess over oh my god. SHE'S NOT SO IT IS OKAY!

A new discovery! My taste in men is six feet under the ground... IT'S HIS SMILE OKAY?? LEAVE ME ALONE

Okay now unfortunately I must study because the world hates me. Sigh...

How was your week? Spill bestie! ❤️

okay so wait. when you see finals...does that mean it's over? like it's your final exam and then you won't write them anymore (for school?) TELL ME IT'S OVER.

I would recommend you to treat yo self with something other than Chot because you deserve better but you didn't hear it from me oops

the next time you complain about fic characters and not communicating, i will show you this. i have receipts now :))) but glad you worked things out. GOOD FOR YOU.

I'm just gonna glide past the pro-hitler bit because i don't know what led to that assumption and i don't want know lmao and DO NOT FALL FOR HIS SMILE THAT'S EVIL I HAVE WARNED YOU.

i was sick this entire week and am currently in recovery but i am travelling for work and will get to stay in a nice hotel for three days so good for me lol.

GO STUDY NOW.

[revenant-dumpster-fire]

hey there! i absolutely love your content (especially your writing, it’s like one giant, intricate poem. AND THE WORLD BUILDING OMG) and i just had a question for you

i’ve recently rediscovered your fic ‘Just a Volunteer’ (started it a year ago before i lost it 😔) and sadly, i’ve almost reached the end of it. i was just wondering if there were other works you’d recommend similar to it?? (...in other words rev fics. *shakes my fist in the air* you completely outed me as the revenant lover that i am) 

side note: i’m aware of the sequel ‘Lost Files’ and can’t wait to read it next but i just know i’ll plow through it because of just how good your writing is ☹️ take care you stylistic genius, hope you’re doing well!!

Oh, thank you so much! That's so kind of you!

If you haven't seen (and I apologize if you already know this): the good news on my fanfic is that The Lost Files is one (difficult) chapter away from completion, and Book #2 is actually almost halfway done! It's only being held up by that aforementioned difficult chapter. I am doing my best, and I really genuinely appreciate the patience and kindness of everyone sticking around.

Anyways, onto your real question!

As for suggestions, it is so dependent on what you're looking for! I try not to read too much of other people's work just because I don't want to accidentally plagiarize any ideas, but I can point you in a few directions! Also, plenty of stories are incomplete. (All these link to Ao3, which is the premier site for this kind of content. I didn't want to make anyone uncomfy by pointing directly to a Tumblr, so I hope this is okay.)

Non-Terrae Plus Ultra: This fic is one of the longest I've seen, and has a number of Reader x Character interactions. This writer keeps Revenant extremely rough and mean, and it is explicit with no mature version, so read at your own risk! You can easily skip to the interactions you're more interested in, rather than reading the whole thing. The author is very dedicated to writing a lot and often, and I cannot help but be impressed by them for that.

If You Make a Robot Your B****: This is a fic writer here on Tumblr as well, but mind the rules of having your age in your bio before interacting (oops got myself blocked that way—but that's my own fault even though I'm old enough!). Either way, they made a lot and seem to have gathered a large fanbase doing so for good reason. You could easily carouse their backlog for anything you're interested in. Generally, their work is explicit (hence their rules) with no mature version.

I'm Not Supposed to Love You: As you can imagine, this one is also explicit (I really hope you weren't looking for a mature selection... goodness I messed up if so). This person also posted to Tumblr quite a bit, and honestly I just found their work super cool. I got to beta read a few chapters, and help a little wherever possible. I think they've been off the scene for a bit, and I hope the author is doing well and enjoying life, but this one may never be completed. Despite that, it'll always be nostalgic for me just because the author was always kind to me, even in a really dark time in my life.

Red Lines: Explicit. Haha... ah. Anyways! This is also a good writer form the Tumblrsphere as well, and this was—I believe—the first fanfiction I ever read? I think? So in a way, my entire writing career (as short and socially unacceptable as it has been) is owed to this one. Which is crazy to think! But honestly, my own work has a couple very loose references to this one, in part based on this piece teaching me a bit about the canon lore when I was still learning. Solid one.

So, uh, those are all explicit. I am so sorry if you were looking for ones with mature options. I don't think it's too often that a writer will make a mature version of their work, but I am very glad I did for those who were uncomfy with explicit works. I also think my narrative is a bit unique, and I'm not entirely sure who else "writes like me". All these share the same subject of affection, at least! So hopefully they'll suffice!

Thank you so much for your kind words though!! I really appreciate your kindness and encouragement. I've been able to write a lot more lately because of the support. It means a lot to me. I am glad others get so much out of something I put effort into, even if it's a bit disagreeable to more prudish individuals (whom I genuinely don't mean to offend, this is just how I cope!).

[heartofspells]

12,6,9,10,11 💗💗

So many. Bless your little anon soul.

12. what headcanon will you keep implementing in your fics, even if canon ends up contradicting it?

Oh, that's a hard one. There are so many to choose from, but I think the two I stick to the hardest (whether they're explicitly mentioned or not) is that:

Sirius, when stressed or upset for any reason, doesn't like his food to touch on his plate. He'll make dams with cutlery, sop up juices with napkins or towels. If he's truly bad off, he'll go so far as to not eat if they food was even prepared near something else in a different piece of crockery.

Remus can sing. Like really sing. He just...doesn't all that much, except for Sirius, when he asks, and then even when he doesn't, because he knows Sirius likes it.

6. what is your favourite sense to incorporate in your writing and why?

I'm taking this to mean the five senses (touch, smell, sight, etc.). I suppose it's smell? Though really, they're all used a decent amount. But there's something about smell that draws me in. We use it for so much in our daily lives, and everyone has their own specific scent. I love incorporating that, playing it up.

9. the “you got kudos“ e-mail is usually much appreciated, but is there a fic you wish you didn’t get these e-mails for? if so, which one and why?

Look, kudos are always a wanted thing. They feed an AO3 author's soul, and I'm not separating myself from that long, long list of people. They're never unappreciated. But I guess I'd have to say Let Me See you Body Sway (I'm not even going to link it, don't ask). It's literally my first ever Remus/Sirius fic, and it's so bad. I think it's so bad. I still like the idea, but it needs massive editing that I can't bring myself to do after all these years (we're talking like...16 years at this point, I think?). It's rough and rocky, and I just...cringe.

10. what word do you keep using like it’s going out of style?

There are a lot of these as well, but I think I use suddenly far too much to be legal. But I can't always help myself. So there it is to stay.

11. what grammar mistake do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

I don't actually have a beta anymore (oops). I just read the hell out of my own stuff before posting when I have the time. So this one is a bit more difficult to answer, because it's both incredibly easier and more difficult to see our own glaring mistakes. And we're all horrible critics of our own selves. But I think I'm far too liberal with the use of commas and run-on sentences. But I can't make myself stop those because to me, they serve a purpose, especially when writing Sirius.

Send me something from this ask game!

[hzltryingtowrite]

Cycling and being a cog

I was cycling to work last Tuesday morning, it was raining heavily. Everything was pretty quiet and I thought a little bit about how it felt like some kind of ritual self-punishment to be resolutely spinning forward, to work, of all places, while getting absolutely sopping wet. 

When I got home i went on the turbo-trainer for an hour and a half- it’s kind of like my hamster wheel. On this i continue to pedal and afterwards I get off and I’m reeling from all of the endorphins. I don’t know, I could make some kind of Sisyphean allegory here but I don’t want to be thought of as having notions. I have no such notions about myself. A few weeks ago, i flew too close to the sun (oops, notions) and my wheels fell off- i had been getting so good at doing the thing- getting up, cycling to work, working, cycling home, cycling continuously in one spot for an hour or more, listening to a medieval history podcast, making/eating dinner and then picking from one or more of my interests to cultivate for the rest of the evening. I had a little daily checklist of things I was supposed to do, i read the foreword of Atomic Habits, i found myself on r/productivity and I thought i could feel new synapses forming.

I don’t know what prompted it exactly but i veered off course at some stage and found myself spending my weekends and evenings wandering absently from room to room in the house- I find i spend a lot of time staring out the kitchen window- sometimes i can see a little boy in one of the apartments across the way doing the same thing, I’m pretty sure he’s autistic from the way he rocks back and forth and flaps his fingers. I think I’m probably rocking a bit too, but mostly I’m just trying to take in heat from the radiator, it feels like a bath. I usually have BBC Radio 6 on but then i might switch it to something else. Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of シテイポップ which makes me feel nostalgic for memories I don’t have and a bit deranged. I know its bad when nothing is making the lights in my brain blink on and my media consumption mirrors the way in which my thoughts are occurring, hopping haphazardly from one subject to another- I actually don’t know if one begets the other- in general it is a bit of a chicken and the egg situation and I wonder whether my falling off my routine and hobbies is what leads to my being melancholic or if the lack of motivation and greyness is intrinsic. I know that most likely it is a bit of both and I visualise it as some kind of paradoxical perpetual motion machine which gains momentum from my own inertia. 

I don’t need to be more explicit here with the whole cycling and working cog analogy. I suppose that’s why it feels so freeing to me to cycle with no particular direction- I’m still pedalling and sweating but the heat and effort has more of a cathartic effect- while i write this I’m reminded of when i went to Japan last summer after a few of what had been some of the most difficult months in my life. That was really strange- i went from what felt like i was being metaphysically beaten up in a playground week after week to suddenly being completely alone in Tokyo where i wandered aimlessly around the labyrinth in 40+ degrees heat- i was too overstimulated and jet-lagged to eat or sleep, i just sweated continuously and drank litres of ポカリand カルピス. I wondered how much energy it took to keep all of the vending machines powered and how many plastic bottles i had discarded and i also wondered when I’d stopped caring so much about that stuff. At times i felt like a ghost or a floating head on a pilgrimage, undergoing a ritual cleansing, the inverse from the ritual cycle in the rain. 

Anyway, maybe I’m just bored and i want to go back to Tokyo.

[schrijverr]

Oops i also missed the ask post!

Gonna ask 36 cuz i need advice for myself lol

And 2, 31, 32 cuz im curious about your anwsers

That's okay, super funky that you send one, always welcome :D, thank uu! <3

36. How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

Oeh, I one made a helpful guide about titling fics, because I used to give more writing advice. I think the most important thing is knowing what your main thing is in the fic, like is it about a certain thing happening or an interaction between two or more characters, and then making it a little more abstract, so narrowing it down to like a few words, before getting more poetic with it. A pyramid approach so to speak xp

As for which one I'm the most proud of? Oef, I don't know, I think Stitching Up a Mask, but that could be recency bias. I also love Home of the sky take me to the home of my youth.

2. Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

That's a though one, I mean, I guess more darker fics. I love angst, but I'm not good at keeping it angst, so it turns out a little more h/c whenever I try. Plus, certain topics are just outside of my experience and I'll feel weird about writing those. But overall, I usually give whatever I want a try, the only thing stopping me is hours in the day lmao

31. What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

Definitely I Found Myself a Cheerleader, because I kind of fell out of the fandom for a bit, I really only had two more chapters to write, but I just stopped feeling it. I'm the kinda person who won't post until it is finished, so I had poured all that work in only for it to never see the light of day, so that really sucked. The only thing that got me through that one was rereading comments on my other Stranger Things fics, so much appreciated to everyone in my comments <3

32. Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

Gosh, probably. Not deliberately, but certain things just come back over and over, because the themes fit or I like them. When you start looking my crying descriptions probably all look very similar haha

(if anyone noticed anything, do tell, I am curious)

[mayariviolet]

TEMPERANCE - W.I.P

Reader x Jean Kirstein Fic

ft. Jean, Sasha and the Reader

chapter title: The Queen of Wands.

summary: A party scene where the Reader and Jean meet.

a/n: Hi… I’m finally uploading a WIP for my fic. I’ve been really all over the place with moving amongst other things. So it’s been really difficult to pick a section that I’m okay sharing with. Anyways, I hope this doesn’t give too much away☹️. Also the song I’ve been listening to while writing from Jeans POV. (See the end for more notes)

✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°. ✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°. ✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°

… Sasha is completely unaware of his presence and Jean finds himself unintentionally eavesdropping on her conversation with a stranger.

“He’s not a bad guy, he’s just made a couple of mistakes that’s all! We all do.” You say, playing with your thumbs before picking at the dry skin, “Just, trust me okay?”

“I guess, but I don’t think what he did was a small ‘oopsie’” Sasha says reluctantly, her brows raising a little before taking a long drag of her dab pen, “I mean, if this is what he’s like when you’re dating- fuck I need to pee- imagine how he’ll be in a relationship.”

“It’s going to be fine, it’s just casual right now.”

“Do you want it to be ‘just casual’ though?”

“Well, no- but I mean- I’m okay with whatever.”

Sasha hums and offers you a drag and she dances a little in her seat. Accepting the gracious offer, you take a long pull.

“Hmm, okay! Well as long as you’re enjoying yourself that’s all that matters to me.”

“Thanks Sasha,” you say smiling, “I mean he’s so hot so I’m definitely enjoying myself heh.”

Sasha rolls her eyes before bursting into a fit of giggles and you join her.

“I’m serious! Don’t laugh!” Your eyes widening in a joking plea which only makes Sasha laugh harder. “He’s hot to me! At least the hottest guy I’ve ever met in this-”

“Hey,” Jean’s crisp yet booming voice causes you and Sasha to jolt from your conversation. “Sorry I just got your text.”

“Jean-boy!” Sasha screeches, greeting him with a hug, “You made it!”

Jean returns the embrace while exchanging pleasantries with Sasha.

“Oh! It completely slipped my mind, but Jean this is my roommate! I don’t think you’ve met her since she’s always so busy.”

“I make time for you though!”

Woah.

To say Jean was enthralled would be a understatement. Somehow all other noises, and blaring lights seemed to fade when you smile. After giving a small wave, you offer a handshake and introduce yourself.

“Uhm- is Jean-boy your government name?”

“No thank God. It’s just Jean.”

“No last name? That’s kinda cool.”

“Well- I-uh” he stammers over his words, “It’s Kirstein.” before he can even comprehend how to recover he asks, “I can give it to you if you’d like?”

You fucking idiot he thinks to himself.

“Tempting,” you reply, stifling a chuckle, “but I’m seeing someone right now.”

Jean’s head feels like it’s spinning right now and he hasn’t even had a drop of alcohol yet. It doesn’t help that Sasha is shaking and sweating like a sinner in church from his peripheral.

“Agh! I can’t take it!” Sasha interjects, “Can you hold this? I have to break the seal.” She pouts shoving the half-full can into your hands before making a bee line to the bathroom.

“Do you want me to come?” Your offer futile as Sasha is long out of ear shot. Jean mentally curses Sasha’s tiny bladder for leaving him with a beautiful stranger, “Oop, guess not.”

He raises his eyebrows, giving you an apologetic shrug and you laugh.

“So, are you guys in the same program?” You ask, taking a sip from your Soju bottle. Jean watches intently as a bit of alcohol dribbles from the side of your lip. The back of his neck starting to feel hot.

(chapter continues-)

✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°. ✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°. ✧˖°.. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ✧˖°

a/n: As I am about to post this I fear people will literally see me only writing about drugs and alcohol and you wouldn’t be wrong but there’s more to the story I SWEAR!!😭 An honourable mention to another song that inspires a lot of Jeans Character Development (?Storyline?).

If anyone wants to beta read and also hold me accountable so I can FINISH WRITING THIS PLEASE LET ME KNOW!! I KNOW MY FRIENDS ARE SICK OF MEEEEE🥲 there’s so much more that i want to include because this fic is very important to me🥹✨🫶🏼.

as always- any feedback is appreciated. mwah!

- disclaimer -

📹please note that all of this is subject to change as my story is currently growing with me. thank you for your continued patience!✨🌙

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© Please do not copy or replicate my work. Inspiration is appreciated, but credit properly! ♡

[bunny-rambles]

Hello dear<3

You don't know me yet but I wanted to tell you that i really like your writing! I know sometimes stories don't get 100's of notes (I know all about it) but i want you to know that notes don't say whether you are a good or a bad writer. You should enjoy writing and not do it to get 100's of notes... That being said, I don't think any of your stories 'flopped'. I will be reading your 'flopped' story soon but I just want you to know that, all the people who liked or reblogged It, read and enjoyed it. I hope you realize how amazing you are at writing even if posts don't get the amount of attention they truly deserve. Please, remind yourself that you're a terrific person and an insanely talented writer.

I hope you have a very good day. I was thinking of sending you a message but I was quite nervous since I tried to do that on my old account and didn't get a reply back.. oops ;-;

But I'd love to talk to you more, maybe become moots if youre willing to.

I love you <3 and I really hope my words reach you even the slightest bit..

Much love,

Suzy

I think I remember your ask,

Sorry I didn’t get to it. I struggle quite a lot with asks these days, I’m a terrible replier. I wasn’t aware of you deleting that account, I’m sorry. I think I didn’t want to answer because you had your discord in there? It was personal information that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing answering that ask in case others took advantage of that.

Thank you for your compliments though, that truly means a lot to me <3 writing on tumblr is very difficult sometimes, as really, you don’t get much out of it most of the time. You get likes, and blank reblogs - maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a few comments and tagged rb’s. Truly talented writers get a bunch of asks and interaction, so it kind of hurts to see that and then not get anything back. Makes me feel like my writing is extremely inadequate or that maybe I’m not nice enough or open enough to get those comments.

I’m no writing machine, I’m just someone writing because I’m passionate about it, and then not getting anything back from it can be quite upsetting.

But I’ll try to remind myself that my writing has merits, even though I don’t particularly believe it. Thank you, dear 🩵

[fandomfourever]

OC Superlatives tag game

Just saw I got tagged in this, oops. Thanks @lalaurelia ! :D The only OCs I have are for the book I’m writing. And since I’m kind of re-working some characters this is going to be a little difficult, but I’ll try lol.

Rules: Which of your characters best fit the following descriptions?

Most arrogant: It’s a tie between Milo and Felix. Milo’s a demon, so he’s obviously very confident in his abilities and that can translate into arrogance at times. Felix wants to make the world a “better place” so, yeah, that’s pretty arrogant.

Most humble: Lena would be, I suppose. She’s just a regular human and while she has a few skills she’s proud of, she wouldn’t brag about them, and she’d be surprised if people complimented her. Though a close second would be Niki (Werejaguar).

Most charming: Another tie, this time between Milo and Devon. Again, Milo’s a demon, so he’s learned to be charming to get close to prey. Devon is half Gancangh which means he technically charms people without even meaning to or even if he’s actively trying not to.

Most aggressive: Michiru (a Jorōgumo) might take this one, she’s ready to fight at any time.

Most talkative: Vivian (a Jiangshi) for sure, she’s just very outgoing.

Least talkative: Niki, she’s an introvert, and likes mostly focusing on her work.

Most relatable: I would imagine Lena, as she was kind of inspired by myself a bit. She’s just a regular human who doesn’t know what she’s doing in life and had always wished magic was real, and now that it is, she’s partly very into it, but also a bit freaked out lol.

Least relatable: Hm, I guess Milo or Aiden (a Will-O-the-Wisp). Both are inhuman with inhuman morals. I’d probably actually end up going with Aiden, just because Milo ends up adopting some human morals after befriending Lena.

Most ambitious: Felix, again, because he wants to change the world.

Most easy-going: Taylor (a mix of Impundulu/Aziza/Dragon). He’s fairly laid back, at least compared to many of the other characters lol. Not to say he’s completely stress-free or doesn’t take anything seriously, but comparatively, yeah.

Most high-strung: Honestly could be Devon or Niki. I’m leaning more Niki due to her anxiety and perfectionism. Devon has a little anxiety as well, so. Eh, it’s kind of a tie.

Most pretentious: Celeste (Dragon) I suppose. She’s very snobby.

Most cheerful: Vivian, she’s definitely the sunshine of the main group. Can’t think about your trauma if you only focus on the positive, right?

Most patient: Taylor, again, as the more laid back of the group, he tends to be the most patient.

Most diligent: Devon and Niki tie here again. Devon is ambitious, and will do what he can to accomplish his goals, where as Niki just throws herself into her work/hobbies out of the above mentioned anxiety and perfectionism, not really out of any sense of ambition in particular.

Uh, I don’t know who’s got any OCs they’d like to talk about, so I’ll just tag some people. But if I didn’t tag you and you see this and want to do it, please do! Tagging: @butterfliesandresistance , @sunlitroom , @delicatelyserved , @kateera , @marquisedemasque , @nynynightmare 

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Mortal of Gold - Part 3

(Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Anyone want my list of the characters as gods? There were a few characters that I couldn't think of like Ponk, so I just left them out. ANYWAY. Hi, how's it going? ALSO I CANT EDIT THIS DAMN POST AND THE SPELLING ERRORS ARE SO IRRITATING

Part 1 Part 2 TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered Send me a message via inbox if you wanna be added to a general or series tag list. Make sure to turn off anon, please. ------- “They weren’t born… A mortal?”

A light wind brushed over your features, causing you to give a small sigh and roll over onto your side in an attempt to block the light from hitting your lidded eyes. It was nice and quiet for once… “(Y/n)?” A distorted voice echoed softly, causing you to flinch a bit. You opened your eyes slightly to see a silky blackbird sitting on the sheets beside you, a few golden trinkets laying beside it. Upon seeing your eyes slide open, the creature hopped up onto its legs and began making soft cooing noises, “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you’re awake!” Glancing around at the surroundings you had been placed in, racking your mind for any sort of familiarity but failing to come up with anything at all, even who you were. You sat up, slowly brushing your fingers along your ombre silk clothing before putting your hands on the sheets below your body, frowning as you didn’t recognize the bed as yours. “Hello…” You murmured softly, reaching your hand out to the crow who eagerly jumped forward to nuzzle your hand. The feathers of the bird felt… Odd. They felt more like grabbing at misty fog, but with a light staticky cotton texture that caused a buzzing sensation on your fingertips, “I’m sorry, my memory… Seems to be a tad faulty… Could you tell me your name?” “I’m Chat, Dadza- er… Philza’s familiar! I was a gift from Mumza, oops... Kristen, the Goddess of Void and Death.” It chirped, its voice having multiple layers in your head, causing you to shake your head a slight bit, “No, they’re not married, only parental figures to the souls that pass on to the afterlife or those they saved sometime before they passed on… I believe they have more of a co-worker relationship.” You nodded slightly, pursing your lips at how the creature’s voice sounded in your mind. It was unsettling and caused shivers to crawl up and down your back, but at the same time, it was incredibly calming and had a soothing aura. How that worked, you had no clue whatsoever. Brushing off the unsettling voice of the bird, you decided to focus on the name that caused a light to go off in your head, “Alright… Philza… I think I remember that name…” “Yeah! Dadza- Eck… Sorry. Phil, he’s the God of Survival and Crows! He controls not only every crow in the mortal land, but he also controls whether or not someone will survive a situation. If there is no way that the mortal can survive, he will send a crow down and have them guide the soul of the mortal to him! Then he escorts them to Kristen! He has gained the name Angel of Death because he works for Mumza!” You decided not to question why the crow called Philza and Kristen Mumza and Dadza, knowing that you’d probably find out later, but by the sound of it Chat seemed to be multiple children, “Okay… Makes sense…” You mumbled slowly, nodding your head up and down. With a sigh you slowly brought your legs over to the side of the bed, only now becoming aware of how large the soft mattress was. Lowlands! (Hell) You could probably fit six people who were ten feet tall in it with room to roam! Pushing yourself off the bed, you also realized how high the beautiful bed was off the floor, Gods, whoever lived here was tall! Behind you, you heard a small chirp, and you saw Chat watching you curiously. With a small shrug, you decided to pick the familiar up and hold it in your cupped hands as you walked out the door, “Oooh! Dadza never carries us like this, and Technoblade does only when he’s about to yeet us out a window!” “Yeet?” You scowled in confusion as you walked through the arched doorway, your bare feet padding silently on the quartz flooring, “I'm scared to ask. Technoblade? Is he also a god of some things? He sounds familiar as well…” “That’s its word for throwing something. Well, it yells the word when they throw something or get thrown, so I assume it’s yelling in excitement,” A deep voice spoke from in front of you, causing you to gasp and lift your head from the crow. The telepathic chirping and squeaks from Chat in your mind quickly formed the name Technoblade, so… You had a feeling that your answer was on its way past his

lips, “I’m Technoblade, or Techno, the God of Blood and War. It’s… nice to see you finally awake…” He shifted awkwardly on his feet as you curiously studied him. His appearance could certainly be described as godly if anyone asked you. His long pink hair was mostly twisted and tied into a braid with bits of golden chain and a polished golden crown adorned with rubies, garnets and diamonds. Upon his pale skin, dozens of scars of varying sizes decorated his skin in different areas, but they were displayed in an almost proud manner. Almost. When he spoke, his dark pink eyes hidden behind cracked glasses searched your form for any sort of injury, “I’m… (Y/n)... I think. I don’t know if this bird is exactly trustworthy in its information… Do you know where I am?” Techno snorted as Chat gave an offended squawk at your statement, “That’s very fair, to be honest. You’re in the Tundra of the Upperlands, and this is my palace. No there is no snow, I believe the person who named this place has never looked into the name or word Tundra, but it’s been like this for too long to change it-” He paused for a moment as he noticed you looking extremely confused, “Ah. Right. Desert. Don’t worry about it.” “Oh… Okay…” You frowned at the tusked male for a moment before shaking your head, deciding not to question it much, “Now, uh… How did I get here, and why don’t I remember anything about myself? Or, about you and this Philza guy, I was told about.” You lifted Chat slightly toward Techno as a silent indication that Chat was the one who told you about Phil. “That’s uh… Phil’s field of expertise.” He rubbed the back of his head with his black-tipped fingers before adjusting his crown, “I don’t understand much of what happened, and Phil will tell you what you need to know that will keep you safe.” Hesitantly, he held his free hand out towards you making you realize that he was easily over seven and a half feet tall, “C’mon, I’ll take you to him and get you the answers you need.” His hand was extremely steady, you noticed as you stared down at it cautiously. Once you noticed that he didn’t seem to want to do you harm, you slowly shifted Chat into one hand and used your free hand to take the one extended to you, which you couldn’t help but notice, made Technoblade very happy, “Okay. Thank you.” The god held your hand in his calloused one for a few moments before beginning to lead you down the tan and white hallways that were turned a light golden hue from the rising sun. It was quite a long walk filled with a slightly uncomfortable silence, but you distracted yourself by looking around the palace curiously. It was obvious he was the God of War by how many swords hanging on walls and sets of armour he had placed on armour stands in the hallways. Eventually, he walked you through an archway that led into a wide-open room with multiple windows that had many crows perched on the windowsills, some chirping and singing some little tune in perfect unison while others shuffled around, seeming to do a little dance. You were quick to realize the whistling of one of the birds didn’t match up and noticed that it was coming from the man with the large white and green striped hat as well as massive black feathered wings dangling on his back, fluffing themselves up every so often. When you and Techno stepped in, the blackbirds started chirping loudly, losing the rhythm of the tune the winged man was whistling as Chat started telepathically squealing about… 2/4? Two out of four what? “Ah!” The hat-wearing male turned around and clasped his hands together upon seeing you standing up, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I was worried the injuries you sustained were enough to keep you out cold for a few more weeks. I’m glad to see I was wrong. I’m Philza, God of Survival and Crows, and I see you’ve met Chat and Techno. Pesky bird, I told it not to wake you...” You pursed your lips for a moment, analyzing the shorter god as the bird squealed out its protests. While he was shorter than Techno, he was certainly tall, standing roughly around six feet tall, his wingspan

probably double that for each wing! His blonde hair was long around his face but was pulled into a loose braid like Techno’s was, although instead of gold intertwined into his hair, it was silver. His outfit was made up of a loose green shirt and black pants, with a red heart-shaped pendant dangling off of a chain into the center of his chest. Why did that pendant… Look familiar? You slowly rose your hand up and clasped at the pendant around your neck, noticing how Philza smiled softly, “Technoblade… Said you could tell me why I can’t remember anything?” “You’re still wearing my gift, I see,” Philza gave a soft hum as Chat jumped from your hand and onto his shoulder, before gesturing for you and Techno to take a seat where he already had drinks and some form of cakes set out, but they certainly weren’t there when you came in. Upon seeing your confused blinking, he gave a soft laugh, “I’m a god, mate, magic is no difficult task for me, let alone creating some measly tea and desserts. Now, sit down and I will tell you everything…” - General - None Mortal of Gold -@generalalmond @binas-idea-vault @ohworm-writes

[luna-writes-stuff]

Thank you for taking my request!! I loved it and if you’re willing to do another one for Kaz, could you write Kaz headcanons about his crush aka reader getting injured on a heist because of an accidentally mishap by Jesper? Thank you either way!!

Oops?, Kaz Brekker

Injured s/o might be my favorite trope. Got a bit carried away while writing. Sorry in advance.

Headcanons, genderneutral s/o

Tw: Angst, descriptions of a fight, being smashed into a wall, blood, injuries, stabwound, concussion….basically the whole shebang. Shooting, killing, breaking someone’s bones, Jesper did an oops, passing out, worried Kaz (that’s new), throwing up, Kaz touches hands with reader. That seems like enough, don’t you think?

- This job wouldn’t even be that difficult or complicated. All you had to do, was to steal a key for a heist that would occur at the same evening. It was a small pickpocket job. One that Kaz could’ve easily done if he hadn’t been busy helping Wylan get hold to a bunch of bombs.

- So there you stood, with Jesper, in the middle of a busy street. The people were swarming around you, but it would only make the job of stealing easier. Jesper’s job had been to distract the victim as you slid past him, grabbing the key from his pocket. Jesper had even gotten lined from Kaz to ensure that he wouldn’t screw up.

- “There he is.” Jesper had announced, pointing towards a man with an awfully obvious mustache, walking towards the pair of you. You quickly separated from Jesper before the target would see you. Just then, you fellow crow put on his disguise as a lost boy.

- “Excuse me,” he had started, walking up to the confused man. “but do you happen to know where the docks are? I fear I’ve gotten myself lost a bit.”

- You rolled your eyes at Jesper’s attempt of appearing lost. If you had not known him, you would’ve perhaps believed him, but right now, it was just stupid to look at.

- You found yourself placed on the other side of the street, behind the man. Without attracting too much attention to yourself, you walked along with the crowd, now approaching his back. With a quick hand, you fished something out of his pockets, walking away just as quick as you had approached. Your steps not wavering.

- But just then, a second voice was heard; “That does not belong to you, girl.”

- You did not stop your pace, only speeding up a bit, but not too much, just in case the speech had not been directed towards you.

- But it had been.

- You see….Jesper had been talking to the wrong person. It was another man with a big mustache, but not the one he should’ve been looking for. You however, had found the right man, but now, there was no distraction.

- Suddenly, you got grabbed by your arm, being dragged into a side-alley. Quickly, you feigned a confused expression, turning towards the man, pretending to speak another language.

- “It doesn’t matter what language you speak; you have something that belongs to me.” At those words, he held up the key you were looking for.

- “This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” Looking down towards your hand, you found a blunt piece of metal, the same weight and size as a key, but not so much the shape of one. It had been a decoy.

- “Who sent you, girl?” He question, taking a threatening step towards you. You didn’t move one step. Instead, you fiddled with the metal, trying to find a sharp piece to attack him with, but when you found none, disappointment struck you.

- “I asked you a question, dear.” With that, you dropped the metal, punching the man in his face. It worked, but only for a minute. He wavered but came to his senses as quickly as it went.

- From behind you, someone pinned your arms, throwing you towards the nearest wall. The man had been expecting this and had even gotten back-up. And Jesper was still talking to a random civilian, probably wondering why you haven’t shown up yet.

- The impact with the wall caused the air to leave your lungs, the back of your head hitting the concrete. A loud ringing had filled your ears, leaving you incapable of hearing anything else at the moment. But you were smart. Rolling away quickly, you pulled the man down to the floor.

- Climbing over him, you grabbed one of the knives Inej had so kindly gifted you once. Without hesitation, you plunged it into his neck, ensuring he wouldn’t attack you anymore.

- You hadn’t been given time to get back up. A sharp pain suddenly filled your side, the feeling as if a cut brick had been thrown against it.

- “You’re not the only one with knives on you.” The target growled, now kneeling down to come face to face with you. Your vision became blurry. Whether that was because of your earlier impact with the wall or the blood seeping out from your body, you didn’t know.

- “I don’t need knives.” You managed to get out, grabbing the man’s hand that held onto the dagger, pushing his pinky back, effectively breaking it.

- While he fell back in pain, you crawled away from the scene, trying to stay hidden. With your current state, defense was something that would only slow more over time. From corner of your eye, you saw the target getting back up, but he fell down the moment both feet touched the ground, a loud bang following his fall.

- “Saints, Kaz is never going to live this one down.” A familiar voice mumbled, quickly nearing you. “You stay awake or we’ll both be in big trouble, okay?”

- No answer came out of you. The spinning in your head made you nauseous beyond belief. You had already started to lean down, feeling the vomit coming up. The last thing you remembered were Jesper’s hands holding your hair back while you threw the nausea out.

- You had woken up in your own room a few hours later. Your waist had been covered in bandages while semi-wet towel rested beside your head, which had probably fallen off during your sleep. Nina’s perfume hung in the air, letting you knew she had been here not too long ago.

- As your eyes tried focusing on the room, a sting hit your side, causing you to turn over and grunt in annoyance.

- “Don’t move. We just changed the bandages.”

- The voice made you freeze, halting your movements to your side, instead laying back down. You had expected Nina or Inej to be here, maybe even Jesper, but not Kaz.

- “And don’t think too much or try to talk. You’ve suffered a heavy concussion.” If your eyes could’ve allowed you to roll them, you would have. But it hurt like hell at the moment, so you deemed it wise to not use them too much.

- “Would you rather I fall back asleep?” You mumbled teasingly, yet the sound of sleep did come off as appealing. Passing out was not like sleeping at all. You felt exhausted, but you could not pass an opportunity to annoy Kaz.

- “That would be wise, yes.” Was his simple response. You slowly turned your head towards his voice, scanning your surroundings at his side of the room.

- “Tough luck, Brekker.” He did not respond to that comment. You took it as a sign to continue; “Did Jesper get the key?”

- “Along with three weeks of cleaning duty, yes.”

- When silence overtook the room once again, he slowly reached for your hand, placing his on top of yours before linking your thumbs together. The entire action left you frozen, scared to move even the slightest bit.

- “Go to sleep. You need to recover. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Was all he said, before slumping back in his seat on the chair beside you, his hand not once straying for yours.

- The need to annoy him had now completely subsided and had instead been replaced with the annoying feeling of bubbles in your stomach. That tickling feeling that was nowhere near funny, but could only make you stop your train of thought.

- Perhaps it was best for you to close your eyes. You mission had succeeded and judging on Kaz’ comments, so had the heist at the same evening. You were too tired to ask how long you were out and whether the heist succeeded or not. You started to obey Kaz’s command, closing your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Kaz’s hand on yours, no gloves or piece of fabric separating you. It was just you and him. And for now, that was enough.