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idk if it’s ever been talked abt before but i was suddenly gripped by physicist in the love hotel thoughts like. what would be their ideal??? what would go down???
the love hotel is actually an insane concept but now i can’t help but think about it with physicist (and physouma, of course)
phys in the love hotel .... i dont think ive talked abt it before ? at least not at length . probably bc the love hotel is Slightly Weird to me , even if u hc the characters as adults which i do, there's still like . shinguuji, shirogane and iruma's which are just certified dr freakishness all over.
HOWEVER i think ive said before im a big fan of some of them. i love ouma's for character reasons and bc when i played the game i was a much bigger saiouma shipper than i am now ( not that i dont ship them anymore they just dont take up as much space in my head + i prefer kiiruma lol ) . i loved amami's , kiibo's, harukawa's, and momota's too :3
PHYS THOUGH . ok lets think. lets ponder together. we r those monkeys holding hands and spinning rly fast in a circle. you mentioned with physouma BUT i wanna quickly explore what a canonverse phys kamasutra event would look like, which would be with saihara.
i think it would be one of the events that kinda . border on romantic ? but is never explicit. definitely one of the more wholesome ones that would maybe revolve around them bonding or opening up to each other and ends with some slight physical touch ( which is sort of a big thing for phys ) like them resting their head on saihara's shoulder or them cuddling up in bed together and falling asleep. i think that could be kinda cute :3 as for the 'ideal' saihara would play for phys i can imagine it being maybe a childhood friend or a classmate they've known for a while, so they dont have to do the building blocks of building intimacy or small talk . which makes them anxious.
OKAY PHYSOUMA TIME. claps hands. the 'ideal' ouma would be playing would probably look different, since it's implied a big part of phys's initial attraction to him is trying to solve what makes his brain tick. they're a lot like saihara in that sense , and i feel like their love hotel event would take a similar form to the saiouma event in the game, with ouma playing like a phantom thief and saihara as a detective . very classic. but phys doesn't suit the role of a detective , exactly...
ok angsty thought . it's been mentioned that phys has passed through a few orphanages and foster homes so what if ouma as their ideal was another kid there . one who was super mysterious at first but is implied through phys's dialogue to have gradually opened up, and is now at the point where they have a fully trusting relationship. like phys makes comments on 'i'm so glad you opened up to me eventually' and 'i feel like getting to know you was such a puzzle... but i'm glad i stuck with it in the end! because it was worth it, for you.' AHHGHGHH sticking my head into a drain and screaming so my agony is reverberated throughout the entire street. just . so much emphasis on how phys's ideal for ouma is one where he trusts them entirely and their relationship is based on open and equal communication.
i can also see phys confessing and that being like the central kind of .plot point for lack of a better word. like the whole thing is kinda building up to it and ouma's getting progressively more nervous as he realises what they're getting at. i think he would try to evade it at first , do his normal tricks, but it risks the dream ending because phys's ideal of ouma is one that Doesn't Do That. so he very uncertainly relents and allows them to express how they feel . and at this point he's all I've Made A Big Mistake because its gotten way too emotional and intimate and theyre looking at him for an answer and it feels so real .
would he confess back or let the dream end . i guess it depends on how far in the story we are . sickening as it is. in a non killing game au i think he would confess . i think far enough into the story he also would , knowing that he cant and wont in real life because of what he plans to do in chapter 5 . but who knows ! who knows.
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Starved | Famished
Augh the creativitwins fic,, I loved it so so much, they'rebrothersyour honor, I wonder how would the others react when they realize what they did to Roman. Especially Logan – anon
*materializes into existence* Hi :D Idk if I've said this yet, so excuse me if I've repeated myself. Quick Note: don't have to write it if ya don't want to, btw. Take care of yourself <3 Le Request: mother hen Virgil. In any h/c situation. In any au or canonverse. (I just finished the latest addition to Code Words AND I just binged the Protector/Protecting/Protected series. Holy hell. You're one of my favorites) Anyway, hope you're doing well :D – oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat
Read on Ao3 Part 1
Warnings: starvation, cannibalism (implied very loosely)
Pairings: none
Word Count: 3502
For Logan, working with Remus can be something of a mixed bag. On one hand, it can be incredibly rewarding to work together on a project and see it come to fruition; Remus's boundless passion is inspiring and refreshing in its own unique way. On the other, however, Remus has a tendency to…craft things that then eventually become Logan's responsibility.
He's helping Remus peruse the remnants of the latest Nightmare clean-up, going over what can be broken down safely in the Imagination and what needs to be sectioned off and dealt with at a later time, preferably with at least Virgil's help but perhaps the others as well. He's just finishing cataloging a particularly fascinating specimen that originated in something closer to Janus's side of things when he hears a voice coming from…somewhere.
"Rise above," the voice is saying, "become more than the biological drives that so harness your body. You are more than those fickle urges that drive you, you are more than the slavish brute they would make of you."
Logan raises an eyebrow, turning to locate the source of the voice.
"Rise above," it says again, "you are better than insatiable beasts. You are more than your hunger. Do not let your appetite for more overwhelm your rationality."
As he walks toward it, he spots a box on the very corner of Remus's shelf, set aside from the rest of them. Most of the Nightmares come in silver boxes with two latches on the side and a sort of projection screen that shows its contents depending on the volatility of the subject matter. This one, the one the voice is coming out of, is a dark box that has no seams or doors of any kind. And yet, as he gets closer, the very center of it becomes transparent and he peers through to see the silhouette of a man in a long, dark coat, giving some sort of speech.
"We are not uncivilized," he says as Logan's hand reaches for the box, "we are not beyond reason! We are not to give in to this thing that would seek to master us."
So entranced does he become by the speech that he fails to notice the edges of the room are blurring, that his hand has begun to stretch impossibly long toward the center of the box, nor that the man is growing closer and closer.
"Hunger is a prison," the man says as Logan finds the words on his own tongue, "and we are not beasts to be caged."
The sudden roar of a crowd jolts him from his stupor and he looks around to realize he's in a square, surrounded by people, standing at the base of a stage upon which this man holds his arms out to accept the applause. He looks up at this ashen, grey-faced figure and immediately takes in how thin he is, how much the coat even around his narrow frame snaps and blows about in the wind. He pulls his arms a little closer to himself and slowly begins to take off his tie.
Everyone else is clad in thick cloaks and almost worn garments. The chill is not insubstantial but they huddle together as though it were the depths of winter. Every face is shrewd and beady-eyed, wary of their immediate neighbor as though at any moment, they might be attacked. Only a scarce few look normal: the guards around the side of the stage, clad in a dark blue uniform not too dissimilar to his own aesthetic, and another official with a flat cap and a crest around his neck.
He looks back up at the man on the stage, then around at the rest of the square. Thankfully, whatever pulled him in here had the sense to put him near the peripheries of the crowd, but not right at the edges where he could immediately be noticed. He looks to be at the base of some big official building with transit streets leading out in all directions. A veritable cornucopia for whoever this man in power seems to be. There don't seem to be any particularly modern aspects to it. Horse-drawn carts carry rows and rows of crates. Young children selling newspapers stand at the corners, though they don't seem to be trying very hard to sell their papers. Blank grey business fronts sit between cold and desolated empty spaces with covered or broken windows above them.
In short, the place feels miserable.
Someone bumps into him and he realizes the crowd is starting to disperse. Not to be caught looking like he doesn't know where he's going, he follows a larger group toward the front of another building where a large board hangs, seemingly the equivalent of a news bulletin or at the very least, something else for him to stand in front of and not be questioned for it.
The crest of a fanged crown sits at the top, under which are the words RATIONS DELAYED, SHIPMENT HIJACKED. A few people mutter amongst themselves. Logan frowns as he looks around. This place doesn't seem to be a warzone, nor does it feel as though it has the urgency of a city supporting a war effort. Perhaps a natural disaster, then? But the infrastructure is holding up so well that it's hard to see what it might be.
"My child."
It's such an unexpected form of address that it takes Logan a second to realize it's directed at him, but when everyone else starts edging away he turns around and comes face to face with the man from the stage.
"Hello. My apologies, I didn't mean to be rude."
"No offense taken." This close, the man's voice takes on a near-silky quality that nevertheless makes the hairs on the back of Logan's neck stand up. "I saw you listening to the sermon and your reaction captivated me."
Logan adjusts his grip on his notebook. "Oh?"
The man nods, clasping his bone-thin grey fingers in front of himself. "You see, it has been quite some time since someone has attended one of our little events and looked so…well-fed."
As he says the words 'well-fed,' his eyes travel up and down Logan's body.
"I must admit, I was…it was refreshing to hear such a sermon," Logan says, "I have not often heard such sentiments conveyed so eloquently. It can be frustrating, when there is so much that you wish to communicate but you can't find the words."
The man bows his head. "You flatter me."
"Your eloquence is something to be proud of."
"Come," the man says, beckoning with a single crooked finger, "walk with me aways."
Logan follows him as they turn about the square, passing another billboard stating the rations shipment has been hijacked. The man spares a passing glance upwards.
"Shame," Logan says quietly, "isn't it?"
The man shrugs. "You cannot hope for everyone to be reasonable, nor can you see reason for them. There will always be those that believe we deserve to feed."
Logan nods along to the first part of that, but then he hears the second. "Apologies, what did you say?"
"There will always be those that believe in giving in to hunger. To allow ourselves to whet that dangerous thing known as appetite." The man shakes his head. "We much be vigilant, you know."
Surely…surely this has to be some metaphor. Surely they're not actually starving themselves. But they keep walking, further and further, until Logan notices something else.
Out of all of the things he's seen posters or boards for, out of all the buildings around square, out of everything he can see, hear, smell, everything, there is not a single mention of food.
He has an awful feeling about his perceived 'metaphor.'
"What will we do," he asks after they've started down another side street, still tailed by a few of the guards, "if the rations never arrive?"
"Then we will have to source from somewhere else."
"How long will that take?"
"It's hard to say, really," the man remarks as the air begins to turn reddish-brown, the street becoming littered with trash, refuse, scraps of paper. "Perhaps a few months."
Logan frowns. "But what shall we do in the meantime?"
"We shall press on, as we always have. We have almost switched entirely over to the pills, after all, and soon we will eliminate the need for food entirely."
Definitely not a metaphor. Definitely not a metaphor.
They pass by an alley. Down a block, Logan catches sight of a massive obstruction through the fog—when did the fog get here? Now that he's paying attention to it, a thick and soupy red fog has started to swell from the bottom of the buildings, almost as though it were coming from the street itself. It doesn't rise higher than his knees before it starts to dissipate, tendrils of mist curling up almost like steam as it rises into the air, but the swirling clouds don't do anything to soothe the grip on his notebook.
"There must be something to be done," he says as they pass by another obstruction, "surely all these people can't just starve."
"Ah, but to starve is to be free," the man says, "after all, to truly allow the hunger to run its course without being affected by its lure, that is the greatest freedom of all."
"Dying isn't freedom," Logan points out, "to starve is to die."
The man turns to look at him. His eyes, sunken into his skin, jaundiced and piercing. "All things die, my child. Will you die a beast, or a man?"
"What point is there in dying faster because you don't eat?"
Behind them, the officials get closer. One of them reaches for something in a pocket and Logan tenses.
"You are well-fed," the man says again, pointing a single, thin finger at him as the officer blows a whistle, "and you will never know what ecstasy it is to be hungry."
A deep and guttural snarling comes from the other end of the alley. Logan whips around to see two horrifying spider-like monsters crawling out of the mist. Their mandibles drool black ichor, eyes blind and unseeing but trained on him. They move with a sinister mockery of life as they begin to walk toward him. He backs up automatically only to run into a bat jabbed into his spine.
The officials form a blockade behind him as the spider monsters get closer and closer. His heart pounds. They seem to sense it and one of them snarls, rearing up as its front two legs come off the ground, lunging for him—
Another roar splits the air.
From between the spiders charges a massive hulking bear, maw dripping and eyes crazed as it bursts through the middle of the alley. Logan barely has time to throw his hands up and defend himself before the bear knocks him over and seizes him in its jaws. He cries out as it picks him up bodily and turns, running away from the officials, the man, and the monsters with him held in its jaws.
Is this how he dies? Does he get eaten here? Is the bear taking him back to kill him? Frantically, he tries to remember what you're supposed to do around bears but all that comes to mind is how to get a bear to stay away from you. In a panic, he goes to hit it with his notebook, but then he catches its gaze.
Some of the mania vanishes. The bear looks at him and for a second, he recognizes its eyes. This is how Remus's Kraken looks at him, or how Roman's dragon looks, or how any of the sentient creatures in the Imagination look when he stumbles across them.
He's safe, somehow, and he's being taken somewhere better.
That being said, being carried in a bear's jaws as it runs full speed through the forest is not exactly a pleasant journey. He suffers more than a fair few scrapes and scratches as he blunders into branches and bushes, over hills and through the underbrush. Eventually, he feels the bear slow and deposits him none-too-gently in a heap in the dip of a valley.
"Oh, hey, what'd you—Logan?"
Logan looks up to see Remus and Virgil. Remus has his hands full of something Logan will ask about with the safety of rubber gloves and an apron, and Virgil's perched on a rock. A low groaning noise from behind him and he looks to see the bear shrinking, coming out of its giant and frenzied state until it's just a cub that whuffs quietly and slinks over to Remus, lolling on the ground.
"Hey, buddy, is that why you ran off so fast?"
The bear huffs again and Remus leans down to rub their heads together.
"You're such a good boy."
"What're you doing in here, L," Virgil asks, getting up and pulling a first-aid kit out of his hoodie, "and why do you look like—well, why do you look like you've been carried through the woods by a bear?"
He crouches down and starts cleaning some of the scratches on Logan's arms.
"You know you gotta have one of them when you come in here, buddy, even when you think you know where you're going. And look at this—you gotta be more careful, you know there's some shit in here."
Logan finds himself oddly recalcitrant as Virgil starts tending to his wounds, even though he knows he should just let him. Sure enough, the moment he starts trying to pull away, Virgil looks up and raises an eyebrow and immediately he slumps and lets Virgil do what he wants.
"What's going on, bud?"
"I wasn't trying to come in here," Logan says mulishly, "I didn't even come here. Not really. I didn't use the doors."
"So then how'd you get here?"
"Don't move so much," Virgil scolds as he turns to face Remus, "you're gonna rip this one open again."
"The box on your shelf. The dark one."
Remus fully stops what he's doing to look at Logan. The bear cub growls. He vanishes whatever he's working on and grabs a rag from his pocket to wipe off his hands. He leans down to scratch the bear cub behind the ears and takes a deep breath.
"Tell me exactly what happened."
Logan recounts the story, from hearing the voice, to finding himself in the square, to being in the alley when the horrific spider things came out, to being rescued by the bear cub. Remus listens attentively as Virgil finishes tending to his wounds.
"You went into someone's intrusive thoughts," Remus says when once again, Logan asks what happened, "sometimes they're strong enough to manifest into actual places in the Imagination."
"Thomas doesn't have a history of eating disorders, and it isn't as though he hasn't been eating lately—"
"Not just that kind of hunger, L," Virgil says quietly, going back to the rock as the bear cub sits up, "and it's not…fuck, I'm not gonna be good at explaining this without violating someone's privacy."
Logan frowns. "What?"
"Those aren't Thomas's intrusive thoughts, they're a Side's."
"Who's hungry?"
"I don't know, Logan," Remus says in a voice that communicates that he does know, and so should Logan, "who do you think is hungry?"
"I don't know!"
"Yes, you do."
"What else did they say," Virgil says quietly, "in that place, what else were they talking about?"
Logan frowns, thinking hard. Something about being more than just beasts, something about rising above, something about being more than…than base desires, that was it. More than hunger.
Base desire, base desire, why does that ring a bell?
"Is it Patton?"
"Why Patton?"
"He out of all of us is the most connected to things like emotions, or shame, or guilt."
"It's not Patton."
"Janus, then? He—well, no, that wouldn't be it either."
"You're unbelievable," Remus growls, even as Virgil quietly says his name. The bear cub snarls at him too.
"What? What did I do?"
"Really? You can't fucking figure it out? They literally talked about suppressing base desires and not giving into stupid basic needs and all this stuff about being too smart for it, too good for it, how awful it is to spend time feeding the basic part of you that just wants to feel and you're having a problem figuring out what you did?"
"I don't know what you're talking about! I don't—when have I ever told anyone it's okay not to eat?"
The bear cub nearly lunges at him but Remus catches it by the scruff of its neck. "Here, then, here's an easier question. The crest. The insignia. Did you see it?"
"Yes, I saw it."
"What did it look like?"
He frowns again, trying to conjure it up. It was…it had something to do with teeth, didn't it? Yes, it was teeth around something else. Something…something metal, wasn't it? A fanged metal something…a fanged…
"A crown," he says slowly, "it was a crown surrounded by teeth."
Remus stares at him. So does Virgil.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, no.
***
Roman wakes up cold. He curls up under his blankets, trying to find a little bit of warmth, before he sighs and drags himself out of bed toward the door to the Imagination. It swings open and brings him to a quiet grove in the middle of the forest, under the branches of a tree sparkling in the starlight with drops of dew. Moon lilies and other night flowers glow gently as he sits down with the blanket, curling up to lean against the soft mossy rock. A warm breeze blows across his cheeks as he tries to get warm again.
He hears a quiet snuffling sound and turns to see Remus's bear cub walking up to him, curling up at his side with its head a comforting weight in his lap. One shaking hand carefully brushes the rough fur and the cub growls contentedly, shifting Roman's hand to where it wants it.
"Roro?"
"Re?" He turns to see Remus walking toward him. "Are—did I wake you up?"
"Nah. I'm—well, I'm technically asleep right now, I guess." He gestures down at himself. "Astral form."
"Oh. Uh—"
"You're fine," he says, sitting down on Roman's other side, "nightmare again?"
"Not really. I just felt off today and I got—my room got really cold so I came in here." The bear cub presses its nose against his knee. "Hi, buddy."
"I, uh—" Remus leans up against his shoulder— "I might know why you felt really shitty today."
"Really?"
"Logan—so Logan helps me do stuff sometimes, right?" Roman nods. "Well…he found the place I'd been keeping your intrusive thoughts to deal with their byproduct later and he fell into it."
Fuck. Fuck, oh no— "Is he okay?"
"He's fine," Remus says as the cub growls, "and we—Virgil and I may have knocked some sense into him."
Roman frowns. "Meaning…?"
"Meaning that I owe you quite the apology."
Roman startles and the cub growls louder as Logan walks out of the forest too, standing a respectful distance away. Remus excuses himself and Logan slowly takes his place, a little further away when the cub starts to growl at him.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly, "I never…I never meant for you to feel like you had to starve yourself. You're not just some base desire to ignore, you're a lovely and priceless part of Thomas. You…you deserve to feed too, Roman."
"L-Logan, I—"
"Can I hug you, little one?"
Roman just sniffles and holds out his arms and Logan wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. The cub allows it, its nose still pressed against Roman's knee as Logan cards his fingers through his hair.
"I'm here for you," he whispers, "I will be here for you. I'll do better."
"I'm not trying to be needy, I'm just—"
"You can need things," Logan interrupts gently, "you can need things. That's being alive, that's being us, that's…that's okay, Roman."
The cub snuffles in agreement.
"Will—can we stay like this for a while, please?"
"Of course."
***
"So," Remus says, clapping his hands, "what should we do this time?"
"Logan," Virgil asks, "any ideas?"
"How would you feel about blowing up a government building?"
"Excellent."
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hello and excuse me if this was asked before, but do you think Burakh would still adopt Murky and Sticky in your modern AU, and if he would — how? because with the sort of circumstances he has in the original setting he sort of. had to. take them in. but in a modern setting i doubt a 26 year old would willingly adopt two kids who better serve as his younger sibling in terms of their age (because he should've been at the club. etc). so i suppose he would do it later but then again the question is where would he even found them. also a somewhat related question, do you have any headcanons for what their real, parent-given names would be? as i understand they most likely wouldn't be want to called them (due to trauma), but my friend personally came up with Maksim and Tanya (Tatyana) for them, and i'd like to know your thoughts on that matter.
hiii bestie no one's asked this before and i very much agree He Should Be At The Club. i think even in the canonverse he really struggles with adopting + raising the kids. i know many people love to indulge in #famly and him being a loving father and i don't disagree at all but i also thinks he Many, Many times feels like he cannot cope with that + his grief anymore etc. he loves them very much. but also he's not even 30, lost his parents, has no one to ask for help in raising kids because none of his friends are doing it, etc. Anyways this is canonverse we modern AUing in here.
first of while i think both kids would still be orphan i don't know how much of the canon circumstances i'm keeping. canonically murky's parents fell from the Sand Pest, and Sticky's iirc we just don't know, we just know he's been alone for a while. considering the Mother Dying In Childbirth thing is recurrent in orphans of the town (including like. Burakh himself. also notkin) that might be his thing. and this, for example, i'm not sure how much would be present in a modern AU. maternal mortality is still a problem, but one of the main reasons for lethal pregnancy outcomes is like. not..... pregnancy-itself-related. and as for the sand pest, while i think it still Would Be a thing in modern AU, idk how it'd pan out with modern medicine, vaccination schemes, etc, so 1) i have no idea how the two would be orphaned in a modern au 2) i don't know how it would interact with/inform their behavior towards burakh and burakh's behavior towards them. being honest i don't think about the orphans too much in the modern au. as you might have noticed. being an orphan (especially this young) in nebulous 1910s-1940s (pre-war) and being an orphan in 2020s is a Vastly different experience. even in bumfuck nowhere eurasian steppe. methinks if burakh was to take on a guardian role over the two, it would be a guardian role, closer indeed to a sibling, rather than a father. & i think more collective work would be here to help the kids navigate being orphaned. like ToG is in some ways the wild, wild west east, but in the 2020s they..... would probably have more structures and regulations for like. orphaned minors. yknow. but also. burakh should be at the club. and in modern AU, he is. he's keeping an eye on dankovsky who agreed to come with the twins and has been sulking in his corner with a migraine for 15 minutes.
also i'm so fond of real names and nicknames having auditive similarities (typically the first letter/syllable) because that's how many of them work in most languages i'm familiar with so i'm seeing Mishka have a name in M and Spichka one in S or Sh... perhaps Masha (as derivated from Maria, but no one calls her Maria, not even her own parents, because well. got one already) and Sasha or Stepan... but mostly in the Orphaning, their legal names didn't really get to stick.
#ring ring (answers)#many things to think about!#sorry late reply was being nervous driving and also drinking a very good tea. busy day.#patho modern au#<- goddess willing that's the right tag
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Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers ❤️
Thanks for the tags @bad-surprise and @wyrd-syster
Mine are all from other fandoms, but just in case any Reylos still follow me or your sexual awakening was also Jareth the Goblin King 😂, I'll share my 5 favorite fics that I’ve written w/ all the old shit I made for them:
1. when the moon met the sun in the sky [reylo fantasy au | E | 71k | 20/20] — To date my proudest work, just because it was fun to try and attempt to evoke a Miyazaki-style fantasy world, and the world-building was so much fun.
"Who?" Rey asked.
She knew who. But she didn't know what else to say.
The man called Kylo Ren — Ben, her mind whispered — rolled his shoulders, a tick she'd seen before, a thousand times at least; an echo of a boy she used to know.
He seemed to notice. He took a tentative step toward her. When she flinched in response, he froze.
"Don't do that," he said, soft as a psalm. His dark eyes darted over every inch of her.
"Do what?" she asked.
"Lie."
2. Boon [reylogan heist au | E | 39k | 12/20] — This is such a niche fic in the first place because it’s a crossover between SW and Logan Lucky, but man, it was so fun and Rey/Clyde are so soft. I’d never attempted to write a heist and I obviously didn’t finish but I still have a fondness for this (permanently? IDK) on hiatus little fic.
“Your jar looks like it’s full of stars,” Sadie said, gaping at it.
“It does,” Clyde agreed. He raised his own. “Time to set them free?”
Sadie nodded, skipping into the night to release hers. As Rey turned to follow, Clyde snaked his good hand around her wrist.
“Follow me.”
He led her around the house, where the night felt denser, darker, somehow warmer. Underfoot, wild daisies swayed in the dying summer breeze.
“Here,” he murmured. She smiled at him, then twisted the top of her jar off. He followed suit. Together, they shook the little bugs free — to fly away, blinking little lights in the darkness; hazy yellow stars they might touch.
3. Crown Glass [reylo fantasy au | M | 4k | 1/1] — I love this one because it just sort of came into being; a prompt/gift one-shot that took on a mind of its own, but I got to play more with present tense and some high-fantasy elements bouncing around in my brain.
She shouldn’t be able to find it. But she does.
It stands tall, tucked away in the back of the cellar; she weaves through abandoned armor, crusted cauldrons, and shelves and shelves of spellbooks to reach it. It’s old, ancient even; she can feel that, even if she’d never set eyes on it, full-length and ringed in circles of crown glass that shimmer in the gloom.
She reaches out a hand, skimming the surface–
And then a world appears on the other side.
A room, awash in milky moonlight. A desk, buried by books. A bed…
And a man.
She draws her hand back, heart thumping as loud as the magic in her ears.
The world flickers and fades back into blackness.
4. This is the Sign You've Been Looking For [reylo modern au | E | 29k | 10/10] — My first real Reylo fic and what got me back into writing after years away, so I have to give it credit! Also my first ever AU, and Virgin artist Ben Solo and sign maker Rey were so sweet and sad but with a nice HEA.
"I'm sorry," Rey murmured, drawing close. She could only seem to look at her feet.
He pressed a large palm to her face, tilting her head up to look at him. The music filtering in from the living room was noticeably softer; vaguely, Rey recognized Elton's "Your Song" playing in the background and decided it was a good idea to rest her hands on Ben's hips.
He glanced down at her touch, swallowing hard.
"Don't be," he hummed.
5. Muse [Labyrinth canonverse fic | E | 82k | 20/20] — I have a lot of Feelings about this fic, but I have to include it even though a part of me wants to edit it into oblivion, haha. I feel like I’ve come so far as a writer since finishing this in my early twenties, but I’ll always appreciate this for how it helped me improve, for how it gave me an avenue to do more with fantasy world-building, and for the nice response it got in a small little fandom.
"Why did you give me the peach?"
He stared at her, his expression unfathomable.
"Are you going to answer me?" asked Sarah quietly.
"You know why I gave it to you," replied Jareth, "To make you forget."
"No," continued Sarah, "I know. That wasn't what I meant. Why did you give me the peach, knowing that I would never be able to leave after taking a bite?"
Tagging: @demonscantgothere @scriberated @myrsinemezzo @thrillofhope and @formerlyir
#walking down memory lane before night work? definitely fun#my fics#fic writer tag game#reylo#reylo fics#reylo fic#reylo fanfic#labyrinth#labyrinth 1986#labyrinth fanfic
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the au where shiva is Tim's mother has taken over my brain to a worrying extent.
a lot of my dc comics knowledge is still very superficial but I like canonverse despite all its flaws. unfortunately, or fortunately, retcons means I have to make a lot of shit up anyway.
okay, so, au thoughts/summary:
she and Richard Dragon meet whilst training under O-sensei in her early years as Shiva, and have a torrid rivals-to-lovers thing. shiva doesn't realise she's pregnant again until after they've both gone their own ways
there's no dad to take in this one and she has no interest in raising a child herself. but she's curious if, without ever having reason to struggle, this child of two genius fighters would still develop a warriors spirit or inherit her abilities
she picks the Drakes bc they're rich, seem harmless, and also Drake has a similar meaning to Dragon which she finds funny.
She checks on the family occasionally, but its just a "not dead yet" check until Tim suddenly becomes interested in karate and other martial arts (after he realises who batman and robin are). she shows up in the audience of some of his karate competitions but he's definitely Nothing Special, so she peaces out again
until she meets Robin in Paris whilst trying to track down King Snake and recognises his body language. now he's got her attention!
she realises whilst training him that behind his restrained veneer is a future supervillain just waiting for an excuse to go Fucking Batshit. this pleases Lady Shiva and is why she becomes invested in trying to make him snap. he's wasting his potential and running away from what would make him most fulfilled, she is simply being a good mother and encouraging him to be his best self
when he refuses to kill king snake she says some cryptic shit about being like his "real father" which is the first hint Tim has that he's adopted.
but to be the Good Robin and not follow Jason's mistakes, he decides not to delve into that and potentially trigger Bruce into a meltdown. he confirms with Bruce that he was adopted (and Bruce knew about it) since his dad is still comatose, and swears that he isn't interested in his biological parents and won't look into them.
despite being tempted several times, he actually keeps to his word on that
until after his Bad Time where he: lost steph, his dad, and kon; Bart isn't dead yet but is aged up into adulthood; cass has vanished after confronting Shiva; his stepmother, fake uncle and home were all lost when bludhaven got destroyed
in the comics this is when Tim, Bruce and Dick go on a cruise retracing batmans original training journey which was supposed to help heal all their trauma and reset their character arcs (and then Tim comes back and starts trying to clone Kon in a secret basement under titans tower)
here, Tim decides to track down Shiva using the excuse of looking for Cass.
okay here is where my thoughts start splintering out of order so
tim absolutely is Not a genius prodigy martial artist. like he's good in a fight, but that's bc he does a lot of training and is willing to get inventive/creative. his parents being martial artists doesn't mean he inherits Punching Good. he's small and prefers to focus on other skills than fighting, so in a fair fight he'll never match up to people who focus on martial arts.
though on the flipside i can see Shiva viewing his detective's intuition/ability to read a scene for clues as an evolution of her ability to read and manipulate body language, but focused on the world around him rather than an opponent.
idk how to work it in but adoption would for sure complicate Tim and Jack's relationship. Tim can use it to divert suspicion from Robin activities by turning it around on his dad and revealing he figured out the adoption whilst his dad was in a coma, but that only works once.
tim and his dad don't actually sort out their feelings until after tim is forced to quit Robin, with Tim admitting he could have looked up his biological parents with his Robin training and contacts, but the same way his parents 'chose him' to adopt, he also chose to think of Janet and Jack, (and later Jack and Dana), as his Real Parents.
tim is the kind of hypocrite to say that people's parents don't define them whilst also absolutely judging people based on their parents/upbringing. discovering his birth father is some kind of wandering adventurer/vigilante/martial arts teacher? cool! discovering his birth mother is the villainous hitman who keeps trying to convince him to kill people, and wants to fight to the death for Glorious Combat? not cool!
he is Aware that he told kon that having luthors dna didn't define him, but now is worrying that shiva's dna Does change who he is fundamentally. this doesn't make him stop judging himself, it just makes him feel bad about doing so.
he's also aware that worrying about shiva's influence on his dna doesn't make sense bc it doesn't change his opinion on cass being Very Cool and morally upstanding. turns out being aware of your emotional baggage/distorted thinking doesnt fix your problems.
he's already met future evil batman Tim. realising he has a ~killer in his bloodline~ gives him another existential panic about whether he's destined to kill people regardless of how he feels right now.
he doesn't call Shiva his mom/mother. its first names only, although if relevant he'll call her his "biological mother" or "the woman who gave birth to me"
he also is absolutely the sort of person to distinguish between siblings and half-siblings, and after the reveal refers to cass as his half-sister rather than sister, which I can see her disliking and causing friction between them
I think if he does get to meet Richard Dragon it would be bc Dragon trained oracle on how to fight. he seeks out Dragon via Babs with the excuse of wanting to learn from him, whilst really assessing what Dragon is like as a person and whether he wants to admit their relationship (he doesn't realise that this is effectively an inverse of how he and Shiva first met, but I the author like the parallel here)
also this au gives me a perfect opportunity to avoid the evil cass storyline. I think it would be funny for Tim to end up temporarily leading the league of assassins instead of her, but try and make the league stop doing murders bc he isn't being drugged by deathstroke. I mean he already knew somebody who inherited a cult and tried to make them stop doing evil.
this is where I start getting too many contradictory ideas and have to stop typing. I want to read cass's batgirl run and every Shiva appearance in dc, and also eat a cesna light aircraft
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give us a list of your shazam wips and we'll help you pick 👀
i will preface this by saying half the battle for my brain is figuring out "does this fit in with the series or not" and yes. yes i could just retroactively add it to the series if i decide it does. but also *explodes* you feel me.
anyways. let's see.
canonverse ones i have pretty solid ideas for:
shazamily going to college/growing up
mary & freddy blaming themselves for billy's death (The Guilt Fic <3)
marilyn batson fic hoo boy
5+1 billy and rosa fic
AUs (that i sort of have concepts for):
how do i explain this. um. i-spy treasure hunt (2001 pc game) au
star wars au is knocking around up there
what if they lost their powers permanently post fotg
time loop au lol
there's a big mess of idea soup in my brain hurling concepts at me all the time like "what if freddy was the champion and not billy" "what if (as we have discussed on this blog recently) it took longer for billy to come back" "what if billy wasn't dead (yet) when they found him" "anthea? fic?" "amicable breakup fics" "mary fic??????" "how could i make a stranger things au" "how can i make horror aus. NEOW." etc etc.
usually i have very clear visions for fics but getting everything sorted out recently has been hard and idk if i'm just tired or if i wrote too much all at once and now i'm feeling pressure (from myself) to make something Good to follow up how much i liked the other four. yknow.
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wanted to join in with the elumax ask game woooo - 1, 2, 8, 9, 18, 20 (most likely sending in some other asks too, i need to escape reality for a while lmfao)
1. Preference: Does the trio get together all at once, or do two people start dating first and then confess to the third?
lumax definitely start dating first and then max gets a crush on el but she doesn't talk to lucas about it bc, yknow, 80s, and then when she falls into her coma, lucas and el start getting closer and closer and they realize they like each other, but they wait until max wakes up to decide what to do. el's the one to propose the idea of them all dating, and then they decide "fuck it, we've seen weirder stuff than 3 people dating" and just Do it.
2. Who organises the best date nights? Who puts the most effort into said date nights even when things go wrong? Who shows up in sweats and graphic tees but always knows exactly what to say or do?
i'm torn between lucas and el, but i'm going to say el. she doesn't like bring them out to restaurants but she sort of specializes the dates to cater to their tastes specifically, either individually or apart. like going to the skate park and learning how to skate or going hiking in the forest, stuff like that. and lucas has been assured he doesn't Have to look fancy so he just shows up in like. a hoodie or smt and they're all cool w it cause they're all wearing the same thing
8. AU or Canonverse?
i don't understand this question so imma skip shsjhshs sorry
9. Happy Ending or Angst for the crew?
HAPPY ENDING. max ends up blind but they don't care and keep going on date nights, they can't lose this or i will lose it.
18. How does their confession go? Is it romantic? Funny? Sad?
lucas's and el's confessions was romantic and max's was sad because she's my favourite. it was cute, but she also admitted that she'd never been loved so much, never felt so loved, as when she's with the two of them and also admits that it's a pretty low bar to jump in the first place. lucas and el both confessed after max woke up though :)
20. What got you into Elumax/Lumax/Elmax/Hopclair?
Lumax: i instantly fell in love with max the moment she came on screen and their interactions were so cute and i was instantly sold, but after deeply psychoanalyzing max i realized just how good lucas is to her and for her and vice versa, so i really just adore it <3
Elmax: i have to admit, i didn't really get requited elmax vibes in st3, unlike most people seemed to think (though it's growing on me!!!), but the elmax interactions were way too fruity to pass over my head, and my brain just rang the alarms
Elumax: same as the above, really. i saw how they interacted and just fell in love with the dynamics. after all, you can't go wrong with two golden retrievers and their angry red chihuahua
Hopclair: idk whether i like them more as besties or as lovers, but either way i do know i completely adore them and i get why people ship them :D one-sided-rival to tentative friends to best friends to lovers baby!
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wrt the p5 vball au (!!!!!) i'm pretty sure yusuke is canonically Very Bad at the sports (see beach episode, his absolute terrible performance in beach vball) but he is so tall and lanky... so stronk... but i cannot see him being particularly "athletic" and coordinated in that way (part of that is just me projecting my lack of coordination on him lmao.) granted he does have high agility plus the "scoundrel eyes," in royal, but i just don't see him actually... having that sort of hand-eye to hit ball and not whiff. of the kosei boys though... knowing its artsy reputation, i don't know if anyone has that lmao... though also with him being that tall, maybe he gets saddled with middle? but also. 180cm is still, like, libero height for a lot of teams lol
they do make the joke that mako too stronk for the boys a lot (again, see beach episode) but i think she'd probably follow her combat abilities and be really well rounded in both offence and defence. haru is really nimble and bendy, and probably has a great swing (axe) but idk if she has the height/hops for the net. akechi and joker being the setters... makes so much sense oh dear it's almost upsetting. though imagine them on the same team.... akechi would probably also make a great opposite (lefty, good power) as would joker (literally perfect) and we know they're both fairly athletic, which makes me think... 6-2? maybe they hit... and set....? i think you made mishmash a libero which makes a lot of sense?. i hc him as being faster and better than ppl give him credit for, despite him being the lamest canonically. (ilu mishima) and ryuji thinks this vball bullshit is lame af dude
this is a wall and tl;dr i think vb au is so good !!! i want to chew on it thank you sorry for too many words ;-;
damn anon you had some thoughts 😂 (gonna put this under a cut so i don't flood anyone's dash)
Tbh I totally forgot that there was a beach volleyball scene in Hawaii until you reminded me omg. The way Makoto spikes it hard into the sand ... a murderer 😂 But yes she's easily captain-material for sure, especially since she's already student council president and everything
I think people would underestimate Haru at first, but you could definitely give her an edge up on something e.g. one of those scary killer serves. Bottom line is that Haru should have her sweet murderous moment where she's bouncing delicately on her heels all \o/ \o/ \o/ oh my I hope you're ready — because I won't hold back!! 💕 while the opposing team cowers in fear or something lol. I love my wife can you tell
Middle blocker is totally viable for Yusuke too I think!! He's a tall guy, so he could definitely do stuff if he puts the work in. If this was based on canonverse then yeah I could see him whiffing the ball from time to time. I’m sure the hand/body coordination for handling a sword vs doing da sports ball is different lol. My reason for making him ace was so that he could be a temperamental but formidable ace, and place him as one of the key players for Kosei so that the Shujin team could have rivals to go up against ya know? I just think the idea of seeing Yusuke's murder eyes as he blasts a spike through a block is just. (chef's kiss) sublime shit. It would be an honour to die by his hand (also is 180cm really normal libero height?? All my volleyball knowledge is gleaned from HQ so I’m probably missing something lmao)
Also I see your point about making Akechi and Joker on the same team, but considering that it’s these two dudes we’re talking about I feel like we have to double down on their whole rival dynamic, it would be a crime not to imo (and this is coming from someone who hates shu/ake and Akechi lol). The setter mind games they could have with each other is too good — like if you have Akechi be his superficially genial and amiable self while Joker actively goes out of his way to antagonise him just to peel back that fake veneer of charm and throw him off his game??? Delish
😭 Mishima my beloved ... I think I mentioned this already but I really like the idea of him being a libero since it's a near 1:1 parallel to his role in canon (no spike, only support!!!!) I HC that his low-to-zero presence lowkey serves him well on court, in the sense that he's a solid defense player that quietly keeps chugging along and making sure the ball stays up while everyone else focuses on offense. He's a silly little NPC that keeps his head down and stays in his lane ... 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Ofc sometimes the opposing team is going to target him to try and break through their defense, but once he gets into his zone it's hard to shake him off his groove imo. If you're telling me Mishima can hyperfixate this hard on his dumb little website then at least some of that focus is going to bleed into his vball game headspace (wow I didn’t go off on a shu/yuu tangent. it’s a miracle, let’s keep it that way)
Anyway thank you for your volleyball thoughts!! It’s always fun to think about it even though it’s too much effort to actualise it lmao
#more ramblings about the non-existent sports au#this is a meal too big to cook for me#i say as i continue to ferment smelly natto for the mishima fuckers#i have stuff saved up but idk when i'll post it#please wait for me .... sobs
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Even my WIPs list is a WIP... send help
I’m only now just realising how many WIPs/half-baked ideas I have floating around in my fics folder on my laptop and I really really want to get to them... you know what? I’m going to give you all a list and talk a little about them in the hopes that it’ll a) get me excited about some of them and I’ll finish it faster, or b) you guys are interested about them and I’ll probably feel more confident in my writing and write some more... and hopefully I’ll stop adding ideas to it because I’m focusing on the existing ones lol. Also I’ve been tagged a short while back for a WIPs ask game but I think I did it the last time it circulated before this one so I’ll just do it like this instead lol.
Levi x Reader WIPs (one-shots and mostly SFW unless specified otherwise)
The Harbinger’s Premonition - a canonverse multichap fic where Reader is the grim reaper who collects the souls of dead Eldians and guides them to Paths, and Levi is the only person who’s ever been able to see them. Currently working on chapter 4 (very verryyyy slowlyyyyy)
Role reversal AU (captain Reader and civilian teashop owner Levi) (this one is well underway!)
Flatmates AU (in which Levi and Reader are in the same flat for uni accommodation - I’ve got a fair bit done for that one too)
Florist!Levi - I’ve got several hundred words written from a while ago, and I kinda miss writing lil grumpy florist/plant dad so I kinda want to pick this one up again.
Masseuse!Reader - the Scout veterans minus Levi have a weekly tradition to go to a massage parlour because they’re all stressed out as heck and Hange somehow convinces Levi to go to one. And you’re the pretty masseuse that got assigned to him for his appointment 👀 (this is more of a concept than an actual plot but I do want to write this!!)
Airport and author AU - okay so I’ve written like 500 words for this one and the document hasn’t been touched in months idk if I want to pick this one back up? The idea is cute but I just have bad writers block when it comes to that one for some reason
I also had ideas for six pieces that I was going to write for this year’s Kinktober, which obviously did not happen as I was moving back to uni and things were a little full on then. I definitely plan on writing these out but the question is when lol
... old requests from like months ago that i haven’t gotten around to/havent been inspired to write im sorry to those who requested those I will get around to those one day I swear 😂
Other WIPs
I’ve mentioned a few times on this blog that I want to get around to writing a Levi x OC fic set in canonverse, as sort of a canon rewrite. Tentative name ‘The Creed of the Godless’. It’s still very much in the early planning stages and has been for months because I’m a perfectionist and don’t want to start writing until I have every little detail planned and plotted lol. I have talked about it in this post and there’s a little more info you can find in my masterlist somewhere.
Not a WIP but I’ve been thinking about writing Furlan x Reader (listen I know the point of the No Regrets manga was not to drool at lines on paper but... I am very much drooling at lines on paper. Furlan is so goddamn fine in the manga and I need to write for him.)
(I also have a multi-chapter fic that I kinda want to drop though because I’ve run out of steam for it and nobody’s reading it anyway :/ it’s not Character x Character/Reader/OC or anything like that though, so I knew the reception would be lower but to be honest motivation to write it has not really been there so idk. Might orphan it. Feel kind of guilty because I know there were a few select people that were interested but I just... don’t really want to continue with it any more.)
#jayteacups writes#fanfic wips#levi ackerman x reader#potentially...#furlan church x reader#(if y'all want it)
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Soap/Price, Soap/Corvo, Ghost/Roach. :3
Combining y'all's asks since there's overlap! (@tokillamockingbird427)
GOD I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN OBSESSED WITH THEM SINCE...HIGH SCHOOL... They were the blueprint the OG my ride or die. They still are tbh they're endgame in my canonverse (and my obligatory happy ending AUs) as well as pretty much any COD AU I have LMAO. I think their dynamic is sooo interesting and has a lot of potential...but like everything else I'm also really particular about it lmao
ALSO SOAPVOOOO GOD. GOD!! It's such a highly specific crossover ship of my own creation but you know what idc I'm right. It fucks. Their chemistry is just SO GOOD and ugh they should kiss. Marked the "smth deeply wrong with shippers" box bc that's me I'm shippers and I'm ill lmao
And finally Ghost/Roach! Idk they're not as ride or die for me as the previous two but I think it's a cute ship so I fuck with it. Honestly most of the time I think their relationship would be pretty casual/a FWB sort of deal but romantic feelings beyond that are acceptable imo. Again I'm just picky as fuck lmao
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2, 3, 6 and 19 for the fanfic asks! 😎💕
2. The last fic I bookmarked TBR is The Shape of Soup by ekingston, a supercorp fic. The last SVU fic I bookmarked TBR was Got Your Number by electrictoes and the last Cabenson fic I marked TBR was Please Remember to Remember Me by rogue_Q. Basically, I got a lot of reading to do.
3. Okay canonverse can be a lot of fun but FUCK I love a good AU. The more outlandish the better. Give me our cops and lawyers in medieval times. In outer space for some fucking reason. Drop them in the Mamma Mia Abbaverse. Holy shit I love AUs.
6. I don’t remember which made me necessarily laugh out loud but Bound In Their Bones by skip_hence made me shriek out loud and do a giddy little leg kick and happy stim at four am, waking up my dog. You can find it bookmarked with the tag “holy shit” on my profile. ppl
19. Holy shit I have so many. The ones that show up in my fics the most are autistic Alex Cabot, ADHD Casey Novak, and epileptic Rita Calhoun. I did believe the epilepsy thing was canon for a very long time and I still don’t know why I was under that impression, but it’s canon in my brain. Alex secretly being a total romantic and obsessed with old black and white movies is another one of my favorites. Rafael and Rita have movie nights where they play drinking games with the most campy queer cult following movies they can find. I’m sort of in love with genuinesnoof’s headcanon that Rafael is obsessed with terrible horror movies about fish. IDK why but it makes me so happy. Another headcanon: Rafael and Rita have a marriage pact. Okay that’s all for now.
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when all is lost, then all is found. (1/1)
This is the idea that’s been knocking around in my head and refusing to let me rest until I spat it out on paper. I hope you all enjoy. <3
(begins post-Frozen 1, and ends post-Frozen 2.)
Frohana/Kristanna || No warnings/rating || ao3 link
“If you don’t mind my asking, why did you travel with ice harvesters as a child? Why didn’t you live in an Arendelle orphanage?”
Kristoff just shrugs. “Because there isn’t one.”
aka: The royal family establishes the first orphanage in Arendelle, and the children are not the only ones who find a home within it's walls.
Arendelle has always prided itself on being well-run kingdom, fortunate enough to have an abundance of resources, plenty of trade, a fairly stable economy, and residents who rarely disturb the peace.
Which is why it comes as such a shock to Anna and Elsa when, in a conversation with Kristoff, full of quiet admissions and tales of their childhood, the topic comes up:
“If you don’t mind my asking, why did you travel with ice harvesters as a child? Why didn’t you live in an Arendelle orphanage?”
Kristoff just shrugs. “Because there isn’t one.”
Anna’s jaw drops and Elsa looks a combination of surprised and uncomfortable, both of the women falling silent for several long moments, seemingly at a loss for words.
“There isn’t one?” Anna speaks up first, her voice incredulous, “Not anywhere in our entire kingdom?”
“No. But, to be fair, it’s not like there are a lot of displaced kids in Arendelle.”
“But when there are,” Anna says, her voice rising with her building emotions, “When it does come up, and there are parents who can’t take care of their baby, or a kid whose parents die,” Elsa and Kristoff both wince a bit at that, and the waver in Anna’s voice speaks for itself, “We don’t have anywhere for them to go?”
Kristoff presses his lips together in a tight frown, unable to find the words to ease her mind. Admittedly, it does bother him, too— the thought of other children growing up without homes, and perhaps not ending up as fortunate as he did. (Trolls they may be, but they’re his family, all the same.)
“I feel awful, for not even knowing.” Elsa says, her voice quiet and eyes pensive.
“Up until a few months ago, you two spent your entire lives inside the castle walls. It’s not your fault that you don’t know every inch of Arendelle yet.” Kristoff says, looking at the two downtrodden sisters, and hoping to assuage some of their guilt.
“But we can change that, right?” Anna asks, though her voice leaves little room for argument. “We could create a place where kids can be safe. Somewhere that they can stay until they find home and families, somewhere they don’t have to be alone anymore.”
None of them seem inclined to disagree.
It’s a fairly small thing, Arendelle’s Home for Children, but it’s plenty homey, with plush blankets on warm beds, and boxes full of toys, and a view of the fjord through the dining room window. It’s located right outside the castle gates, too, which makes overseeing the building process all the easier. (They all play a role in it’s creation, Kristoff helps with a lot of the hands-on work, Elsa oversees the plans, and Anna is the creative force behind it all, offering ideas and helping in any way she can.)
The demand for an orphanage was not immense, but it's a cause that proves itself more than necessary.
This rings particularly true, when it hasn't even been a week after they finish painting the outer walls, and they are approached by a woman, tears rolling down her face, a young toddler in her arms. A child that is not hers, but her brother’s, who went out for what was supposed to be a two-day trek into the mountains and failed to return alive, and she simply can’t raise the boy herself anymore, she’s sorry, so sorry--
(It isn't long at all before a couple-- two lovely women, both skilled blacksmiths-- tentatively come into the Home. They’ve wanted a child of their own for years now, and considering the way the couple’s eyes well up with tears when the two tiny hands reach up toward them, Anna, Elsa and Kristoff all have no doubt they made the right decision.)
As time passes, the amount of children in the Home ebbs and flows— thankfully, they’ve rarely had more than five residents at any given time, and in the two whole years since it’s been open, they’ve said tearful farewells to almost a dozen children who’ve found happy homes with new parents.
Turns out, there are kids in Arendelle who need a safe place to live, but there are also plenty of couples-- same-sex couples, or ones who cannot bear children, or individuals who simply want to adopt a child into their life-- who are equally grateful for the opportunity to expand their family.
It may be far from a lucrative business, but it’s brought them far more fulfillment than any amount of coin could.
When they first opened Arendelle’s Home for Children, Gerda had offered her assistance in running the place. Anna, who remembered how kind she was to her as a child, knew she’d be as good a fit as any. And now, coming up on two and a half years into the endeavor, it still rings true. However, while Gerda remains the primary live-in caretaker, the royal family’s presence has been far from absent.
Kristoff spends a fair amount of time down in the Home, often bringing Sven, who happily brays and lets the kids hang off his antlers, or ride on his back. He can’t help but talk for Sven, too, which almost always makes the younger children giggle and squeal in delight.
There’s one little girl there, Sylvi, with pale skin and tangled blonde hair, who mostly keeps to herself— she’s nonverbal, and hasn’t quite warmed up to any of them yet, curling away from any sort of physical contact.
(They’re not sure if she was born that way, or if it’s a coping mechanism, or some combination of both. They know next to nothing about her past, but they’ll do everything they can to ensure her a happy future.)
She still remains rather closed-off, despite being at the Home for a few months now. But then, on a crisp Spring morning, something incredible happens-- Kristoff breaks out in Sven’s voice, and Sylvi’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. She smiles-- the very first smile they’ve seen cross her face in all the time she’s been there-- and she wanders over to bury her hands happily in the thick texture of the reindeer’s fur. It’s the most progress they’ve seen her make thus far, and Kristoff has never felt prouder.
Meanwhile, Anna spends any free time she has at the Home, too-- enthusiastically telling the kids stories of her adventures, (usually with Olaf at her side, reenacting the scenes with equal enthusiasm.) And she’s almost always bringing the kids more toys.
(“Your highness, how many times must I insist there are already too many toys to keep the place tidy!”
“Oh, come on Gerda, how am I supposed to be considered a kind and generous princess if I don’t spoil my favorite little Arendellians! Plus, Kristoff and I already started building them bigger toy boxes, don’t worry.”)
There’s a boy there, Fredrik, with wild curly locks and a gap-toothed grin, who always runs and flings himself into Anna’s arms. He, too, always has a new story to tell— of he and the other kids playing pirates, or this baby rabbit he saw in the woods, or the way he swears there’s a sea monster in the fjord. Sometimes he’ll stop himself mid-sentence, as though realizing he’s rambling, and stumbles over an apology-- in a way that feels painfully familiar to Anna. But she’ll be damned if she makes a child feel any of the same inadequacy she did.
With a shake of her head and a smile, she’ll urge him on, “Well, don’t leave me hanging! You’ve gotta tell me what happened next!”
The way his face always brightens in response is worth more than anything in the world.
Elsa stops by frequently, as well— though at first it had taken her a bit longer to get used to being around children, mostly due to the fear she still wasn’t fully in control of her powers. Once she had begun to visit, though, the children quickly grew on her, and she’ll often make them little flurries and piles of snow to play in during the hot summer months. There’s an older girl in her late teens, named Runa— who starts to sit next to Elsa while the younger children play. Runa is mostly blind, but she often requests little ice sculptures from Elsa, a smile always gracing her face as she runs her fingers along the frigid curves of each figurine.
Of course, they have plenty of wooden toys that could serve the same purpose. So one day, Elsa can't help but to ask, “Doesn’t the cold bother you?”
Runa shrugs, “I’ve never minded it.”
Perhaps it’s not so much the ice figurines she enjoys, as much as it is the company and kindness of another.
Of course, all the children who have come into the Home hold special places in each of their hearts. It’s a complicated sort of love, as every farewell they have is a bittersweet one (it means they’ll see the child far less, if at all-- but it means they've found a real home, which is so, so good.)
And on a similar vein, every child they watch get passed up by potential families breaks their hearts.
It's Autumn when a lot changes in an incredibly short span of time. By the time the dust fully settles in Arendelle, Anna’s both engaged and coronated as Queen, Elsa lives in the Enchanted Forest with the Northuldra, and there’s an entire chunk of their kingdom’s history that needs retelling. For Anna, in particular, the queendom comes incredibly natural to her— but the journey it took to get there, the mass of secrets their family kept, holding Olaf as he perished, the gripping fear that she was truly alone , followed by nearly dying on the dam-- well, that all is a bit harder to come to terms with.
Eventually, though, things calm down enough for them to fall back in to a mostly normal routine, and they waste no time visiting the Home regularly once more. There, they find a couple new residents, and, unfortunately-- three familiar faces who’ve yet to find homes.
Sylvi, despite most families passing her by, makes great strides-- she warms up to Kristoff through her comfort around Sven, and begins to trust the sisters, too. Elsa, with her calm and composed demeanor, seems to put her at ease. And Anna, though far more excitable than her sister in nature, is always careful to not to overstimulate or stress the child out. Eventually, the first time Sylvi makes proper eye contact with someone is with Anna, her curious little eyes becoming absolutely fixated on the princess’s face as she tells her a story. The little one doesn’t even seem to realize she’s doing it, and yet it takes Anna all the willpower she can muster to stay focused on the tale she’s weaving, and not start to cry right then and there.
Fredrik, meanwhile, is a lovebug with just about everyone, as outgoing as ever and never seeming to run low on energy. He loves nature, always asking to ride Sven, or picking up little snails off the cobblestone path and moving them to safety, or doodling different plants he finds throughout the town. He can almost always be found running around playing with Olaf, or dragging the other children into games, or asking Kristoff and Anna to take him on hikes, or running headfirst into a snow pile Elsa made-- (to which she quickly has to add extra snow to cushion him from hitting the ground beneath, and dear gods , these children will never fail to keep their reflexes sharp.)
Elsa, although no longer living there, still visits Arendelle rather frequently. While it’s their family game night that keeps her coming back weekly, she makes time to visit the Home, as well. Despite it being a regular occurrence, Runa’s face never fails to light up when she hears Elsa’s voice. It always makes her heart feel full-- that is, until the day Gerda pulls her aside and shares that they haven’t had many potential adopters, lately, and those that do visit are almost never interested in Runa.
“Beyond being blind, she’s nearly an adult, in most people’s eyes.” Gerda tells her in a whisper, her voice thick with sadness. “And I fear she may not find a family before that day comes.”
It sticks with Elsa, the words ringing in her ears and refusing to grant her peace. She feels like it’s the siren’s call all over again, something nagging in the back of her mind, except instead of being mysterious and exciting, it’s an echo of a far more grim reality. She returns to the Enchanted Forest that night, and it’s several weeks before she visits the orphanage again.
“You came back!” Runa exclaims when she returns, “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”
“Quite the opposite, actually, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. There’s something I need to speak to you about.” A sharp breath, and then: “How would you feel about coming to live with me and the Northuldra?”
A few more months pass, and while the newest children have come and gone from their system in nearly record time, Sylvi and Fredrik still remain. It’s just the two of them in the Home now, and with the holidays only days away, it doesn’t appear they’ll find homes before the new year.
As a result, Kristoff and Anna, in addition to the time they spend with them during the day, have taken to inviting the kids for dinner with them in the castle, most nights.
(“They deserve to eat in a proper home, you know?”
“Of course, and I’m sure Gerda will enjoy having the afternoon off--”
“Right, and Fredrik didn’t get a chance to finish telling us about how he saved that baby bird!”
“And really, no child deserves to feel alone this time of year.”)
It’s not the first time they’ve all eaten in the castle together, but there’s something about the way Sylvi erupts into a fit of loud giggles when Fredrik puts a carrot up his nose to imitate Olaf, or the way Kristoff feigns shock to amuse the kids each time he looks away only to find more and more brussel sprouts being snuck onto his plate, or the way Fredrik, with a belly already full of hearty food, looks at the dessert tray being brought in and says, “Man, I love you guys.”
The moments are happy ones, and yet Anna’s chest aches while watching how well these two children seem to settle into their everyday life. The Home would continue to keep them safe and comfortable, yes, but it’s still not… well, a home .
The short trek back to the orphanage that night is a heavy one, as they know the kids need to be back in their own beds, but find that it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye each time. Sylvi tucks her nose into the crook of Anna’s neck as she carries her, no longer terrified of touch as she once was (at least, not from Kristoff and Anna.) And Fredrik sits on Kristoff’s shoulders, his boundless energy finally waning as his eyes droop closed.
They tuck them in and say their goodnights, returning home to a castle that suddenly feels far too empty.
It’s only a few hours later, when Kristoff and Anna decide to retire to their room for the night. The two of them are quietly getting ready for bed when Kristoff speaks up, his voice tentative.
“Anna, do you, uh-- do you still want to have kids?”
“I do. Why? Wait, are you having second thoughts—“
“No, no, definitely not! I still do too. I really do.”
Anna watches him, her fingers playing absent-mindedly with his hair as she waits patiently for him to get to the point he’s clearly trying to build toward. He takes a deep breath, and then:
“Do you want only... biological children?”
Her heart swells as it occurs to her where he’s heading with this, and she wonders how she got so lucky, to find someone whose soul aligns so perfectly with her own.
“Not at all," Anna says, and oh, she can already feel the tears building in her eyes, "I’d be happy raising a child with you, however they come into our life.”
“So say there was a boy with curly hair and a kind heart, as feisty as you, to slide down the bannisters with--”
“Or maybe a little blonde like you, who trusts us more than anyone, quiet but brave as can be, who comes out of her shell more and more every day--”
“Or both?” He asks with a sheepish, yet oh-so radiant grin, and Anna mirrors it tenfold.
“Yeah. Both sounds good to me.”
#kristanna fanfic#frohana#kristanna#kristana ff#kristanna fic#(sort of au sort of canonverse idk idk)#kristanna au#frozen#frozen 2#kristanna fanfiction#frohana fic#adoption fic#my fic
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y’all wanted filth, well here it is.
levihan smut compilations. HERE WE GO.
You can access the the authors if you click on the authors name on AO3, so please go give them love!!!!! I’ll try to compile their tumblrs here some other time. These fics will be organized by *genre* with some of my additional comments. If you’re looking for something particular, hit me up. I might know of something or know of someone who knows something, or someone who can make things HAPPEN.
Unless otherwise stated, Hange will be female with she/her pronouns.
> 5k = bigger than 5 thousand words
< 5k = smaller than 5 thousand words
Most of these are one-shots. I am working on a list with smuts from multi-chaptered fics.
General: (idk where to put these.)
- Levihan Oneshot-- a little angsty, but not enough to out in angst? <5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Overdone -- it has its angsty bits and fluffy bits, not super focused on the smut till later towards the end. > 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- Fifteen Minutes with You -- mmmm pining levi. cute af. levi fantasizing (masturbation), and then later stuff happens. < 5k (kind of developing relationship. friends, but i guess. the first time with benefits?) modern au
- Again -- Kind of angsty??? not exactly, but it’s not fluff central, sooooo. > 5k (friends with benefits) canonverse
- Quid pro quo -- casual hookup. < 5k (casual relationship) canonverse (maybe?)
- Island Devils -- Hange is feeling insecure, Levi roughly (not too rough) shows her she’s wrong XD. Top Levi, Bottom Hange. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse, I think in the marley arc?
Fluff:
- The Softest of Closures -- OH IT’S SO SWEET AND FLUFFY AND CUTEEEEEEE. IT STARTS OUT ANGSTY FIRST, THEN GETS FLUFFY. > 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- All for a Book -- FLUFFY. HUMOROUS. Armin catches Levihan doing the dirty bahahhaha. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Random Levihan-- Levi is tied up for a bit. Cute and fluffy at the end. < 5k (kind of established relationship, sort of fwb) canonverse (kinda)
- Thinking -- Developing Levihan’s relationship. cute and fluffy with nice banter. > 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- I Won’t Say I’m in Love -- cuteeeee other side of “Thinking” so you’ll get a different perspective here. > 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- Counter Attack -- THIS IS CUTE!!! young levi and hange as cadets in the military. almost backstoryish? It’s pretty filthy ngl > 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- Loneliness -- cute!!! first time, (i think) hange and levi fumbling around. < 5k (developing relationship)
- Write that Down -- loved this one! fluffy and cute. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Tossing and Turning -- cutteeee i think Hange’s first time? bits of fluff and angst. < 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- Push and Pull -- fluffyyyy cutenesssss. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- nocturnal adventures -- levihan impatient to get it on. cute and fluffy!!!! < 5k (friends with benefits) modern au
- saving all my summers for you -- THIS IS THE DEFINITION OF SMUT. Hange pegs Levi btw. < 5k (established relationship) modern au
- lavender -- FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. Levi gives comforts and soothes Hange when she’s stressed, + a massage. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Hold Me in Your Good Arm -- absolutely precious FILTH. SUPER FLUFFY. SUPER SMUTTY. > 5k (just around 5,500) (establised relationship) canonverse
Angsty:
-Bared-- Angsty, levi is grieving, Hange comforts and ya got de seggs. Comfort sex. < 5k (Established relationship) canonverse
- Ecstasy | Levi Ackerman x Hange Zoe-- almost getting caught, more angsty than what i would put in fluff sooooo. <5k (established relationship) canonverse
- In the Here and Now -- Angsty, Hurt/comfort smut, sweet. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Adjustment -- good plot, Hange becomes a titan, angsty enough to not want to read to cheer me up. > 5k (developing relationship) canonverse
- If this hasn’t broken me, I will never break -- UGHHH THIS MADE ME SAD. levihan wants to get away from their duties for a while, rough seggs ensuing. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
FILTHY:
- Tension -- FILTH. INCOMPLETE. BUT IF YOU JUST WANT THE FILTH, IT’S COMPLETE > 5k (not established relationship) canonverse
- Oi, Shitty Glasses, Are You in Love with Me? -- HUMOROUS. REALLY SHORT. JUST LIKE LEVI (i;m sorry i stole that from somewhere XD) < 500 (friends with benefits) canonverse (kinda)
- Practicing Restraint -- levi getting pegged, that’s it. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- The Sun -- absolute filth I LOVE THIS. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Buckle Up -- I’m not sure this constitutes as super filthy, but i also think it’s pretty filthy XD. THEY/THEM pronouns for Hange, AFAB (assigned female at birth) Levi gets pegged again XD. < 5k (developing relationship. this was basically them going at it, and attempting to just walk away bahaha) canonverse
- Butter my biscuits -- mmmm filthy. overstimulation, Top Levi, Bottom Hange, mmm filth. < 5k (established relationship) canonverse
- Trick of Science -- doggy style, levihan gets down n dirty in Hange’s lab. < 5k (established relationship, sorta...) canonverse
THERE SHALL BE A PART 2 OF SMUT ONE-SHOTS. AND ANOTHER PART FOR SMUTS IN MULTI-CHAPTERED FICS. AND ANOTHER ONE WHERE HANGE ISN’T SHE/HER FEMALE.
#levihan#levihan nsfw'#levihan smut#levihan fanfiction#hange zoe#hanji zoe#levi ackerman#captain levi#shingeki no kyojin#shingeki no kyoujin#attack on titan#aot#snk#LEVIHAN SMUTS ALL AROUND HERE TAKE EM TAKE THE FILTH I'VE PROCURED ON MY FILTHY PANDA PAWS
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since you're the ceo of gay dean, do you have any fic recs? i have trouble finding anything good besides yours, ao3 user saltyfeathers and wtf gay little jack :(
ceo of gay dean??? oh boy the gay dean economy must be in shambles if that’s me. and i don’t have any specific recs, sorry! idk if you’ve already checked the gay dean tag on ao3? i sorted by kudos and excluded That pairing but oof these pickings look slim... i personally dont read aus (and havent read any of the fics that i’m about to link so i can’t vouch) but here r some canonverse works in the gay dean tag. cut for length
dean winchester really needs to make some gay friends - “Like, I’m trying to think if I’ve had, I don’t know, crushes. If I ever had a gay thing before you came along and just didn’t notice,” Dean said.Cas suddenly looked down, and away from Dean. If Dean didn’t know better, he would swear Cas looked guilty.“What is it, Cas?”“You have had several… gay things before.” Cas still wouldn’t look at him.“What? When? How come you know this better than I do?
something on your mind? - Sam and Dean are cursed to have personifications of their minds following them around. That's shouldn't be too bad of a problem. Just another day for the Winchesters. Except for the part where their minds speak every single thought Sam and Dean have.
the other sides of the story - Sam and Dean go check out portals popping up in their world to make sure no more monsters cross over. They meet alternate versions of people they know and there seems to be one common thread-Dean and Cas are together.
doing life with me - He remembers the rules. The same rules set by the most beautiful drag queen in all of Alabama, spoken to him while he hid his tear-stained face, cowering on the grimy floor of a rest station bathroom: don’t talk; don’t ask for money, because most of the time, they won’t pay him anyway; don’t cry; don’t let them kiss him; and most importantly, don’t get attached. For the first time in two decades, Dean breaks the cardinal rule—and opens his mouth. “I’m too old for this.”
how many more times - After a hunt that forces Castiel to admit his feelings for Dean, more than one truth comes out. Desperate to right the wrong he allowed to happen 26 years ago, he travels back in time and stops Azazel from murdering Mary Winchester. John never becomes a hunter, and Dean grows up a normal kid while Castiel deals with the aftermath of his decision in Heaven. When the war dies down, he comes back to Earth to fulfill a promise - a promise he made to come back for Dean one day. They fall in love all over again, but just when Castiel is finally happy, they're thrown back in time once more. How many times will Cass and Dean need to find each other before they figure out who’s screwing with them, and more importantly, how to stop them?
psalm 40:2 - “How the fuck do you know my name?” Dean hisses. The man doesn’t look scared. He is watching Dean like there is nothing else worth watching, lips a little parted, eyes a little soft. And blue. Real blue, like the ocean on a postcard. The ice spreading down Dean’s spine makes him shiver. “I suppose you could say I’m your guardian angel,” the man murmurs. His breath fogs pale between them. All of him is unnaturally warm, like Dean’s touching somebody with the sun sewn up beneath their skin. “I have known you, Dean Winchester, for a very long time.” * Dean meets an angel who says he's from the future. It all gets a lot more complicated from there.
just trying to shake off the shame - “What, you don’t think this warrants any kind of discussion?" Or: Sam is nosy, Dean is uncooperative.
tell me i’m an angel kick me like a stray - Pain is the first emotion Castiel, angel of the lord, feels. If only it had ended at pain. Castiel documents every new emotion that nestles its way into his stolen heart. As time passes, he realises how truly fucked he is, how human he has become.
best of both worlds - Dean is very jealous, Cas is finally getting the love he deserves, AU Dean is a badass little bitch, Sam is done with y'all's shit.
through mine, you were looking in yours - A missing scene from "The End". In which Dean realises things, another Dean struggles, and Cas is being just a bit of an asshole
when angels fall - On a hunting accident gone wrong, Dean accidentally shoots a creature instead of a fleeing monster. The creature in question turns out to be Castiel, an angel assigned to the Winchester's, tasked with watching over them. The bullet, engraved and imbued with magical properties, clips Castiel’s wings and leaves him grievously injured and unable to return to heaven. As such, Dean takes him in and cares for him.
the savior, our wedding, & a pizza surprise - As Castiel Winchester slept with his head resting in Dean’s lap in the Man of Letters bunker, Dean looked lovingly at two framed photographs proudly displayed on a nearby table and wistfully remembered how Dean had begged Jack to rescue Cas from the Empty, how elated he had been to have Cas back, how their relationship quickly escalated as if they were trying to make up for years of lost time, and what a spectacularly fun adventure their wedding and honeymoon had been. A kiss from Cas brought Dean back into the present, and is followed by a pizza surprise in a way which Sam hopes to never see photographic evidence of, although it sparked Eileen’s interest in receiving helpful tips from the infamous pizza man.
what is the truth - Dean and Sam, after knowing about Huntercop and their other self from an another universe, were willing to help them to find a place in which they can stay. But suddenly, Castiel cames and met them too, and this other Dean can't stop to flirt with him. Our Dean is not so happy about it
again, i haven’t actually read any of these, just skimmed the summaries as i copy and pasted em. my taste is pretty specific and out of step w other ppl’s, but the ones i put in my marked for later list were something on your mind, the other sides of the story, doing life with me, psalm 40:2, just trying to shake off the shame, through mine, you were looking in yours, and when angels fall.
#weirdly common trope in the tag (not in the ones i linked) for dean to be out as gay#only for cas to take a woman for a vessel and dean realize he's actually bi#spnwatch#anonymous#ask#fic tag
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🎃 halloween horror 👻
hello!! happy almost october!!!! here are some nice horror (ish) themed fic recs for your perusing :)
Giant, Anguish, Danger (E, 73k)
the sexual tension and psychological suspension here are very nice. set in minnesota (my beloved) and features some cool mythology. essentially tfw + kevin get lost in a snowy forest and are we hunting the monster or is the monster hunting us?
Raining Blue (M, 8k)
perfect if you want a little gore before bed. i read this at night while some cats went at it outside my window, i was properly spooked. something in the house doesn’t want tfw to leave. cas gets very hurt in this.
***I Cleanse The Mirror (T, 25k)
another snowy forest horror. dean and cas share a body in this which is fun. a great character study on cas. i really enjoyed reading this. def read if you think a bit too much about angel biology or how cas is such a self sacrificing bastard.
***Death Rattles (E, 30k)
ooh this one actually scared me a fair bit. great psychological horror. is the house haunted? is cas just going crazy?? this one might fit the more strict ‘horror’ genre the best - i could see it playing like a movie as i read it.
Bring Up the Deep (E, 22k)
the ambiance of this is just *chefs kiss* they’re in rainy seaside maine and there are sea monsters(???). tbh i have an irrational fear of boats so i was vaguely uncomfortable for a good portion of reading this but that’s probably just me. also has a nice side of deancas but dean doesn’t want sam to know. i’ve never read stephen king but i feel like the vibes are similar. idk.
***The Body (NR, 20k)
sooo nice and spooky - i read this during the day and was still jumping a bit. set during the divorce arc of s15, so the relationship drama is in full swing and quite well written. dean and cas can’t figure out what’s up with jane doe and they can’t sort out their problems either.
the following story takes place at night (M, 12k, animal abuse cw, past sexual assault cw)
okay this one is honestly p disturbing but i was so captivated. the author has a very unique writing style that fits perfectly for the genre. essentially it’s a kinda canonverse au where cas is a cult leader and the boys don’t know if he’s actually an angel or not. would recommend but not for the faint of heart
disclaimer: i’ve noticed a lot of horror genre fic recs have mcd. cool!! good for you!!! not my cup of tea though. as such, none of these fics have mcd. one has a majorish minor character death but that’s in their tags. that being said, these fics are horror themed so some of these are pretty graphic in the body horror department. as an fyi.
#i hope people enjoy and read#also i am excited for new horror fics this month#always a treat :)#destiel fic recs#fic recs#fic#spn fic recs#fish.rec
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for the ask meme, maybe iceland or hungary ?
such good choices...... can I... can I do both? 👀😍 I’m sorry it got so long.... idek how to put in a read more on the app
thank you so much for enabling me like this❤️
ice 🇮🇸
first impression : hm pretty sweet, cute puffin
impression now : dear sweet art hoe / 100 % tired of everyone’s shit / precious / closeted emotional wreck child, I love him very much
favourite moment : the entirety of the birthday episode
idea for a story : I ’m terrible at canonverse so please forgive and consider an au in which instead of going to art school right after school, he goes fuck it and instead decides to spend a year redecorating and restoring a little ruin of a shack miles away from reykjavík and any other civilisation that his grandparents left to him and transforms it into a beautiful house and art studio. he’d planned to let his parents sell it after he’d lived there a few months and then planned to study abroad but covid hits and he finds himself living there permanently, studying online and just living at one with nature. just being there, tranquil and calm, he starts really noticing everything around him and starts feeling some sort of connection that he wouldn’t call magic but certainly is supernatural. he spends his days studying on his laptop and then painting in the bright spaces of his studio or even outside, surrounded and supported by creatures he didn’t even know existed in his environment, and they support him through starting a new chapter of his life in a world that has rapidly changed, trying to navigate things that come with being at university without being at university.
unpopular opinion : he’s not always dull-faced/“deadpan” as was a very popular characterisation a few years ago - man’s got lava in his blood, he’s full of emotions, so much so that he struggles to handle them sometimes, going from one extreme to another
favourite relationship : hongice
favourite headcanon : he wears white dms
hun 🇭🇺
first impression : so pretty hngh
impression now : nagyon szép hngh
favourite moment : when she wears a crop top in that last episode every time she puts a man in his damn place
idea for a story : again I am terrible with canon so again please consider an au in which she’s a law student in budapest trying not to get overwhelmed by her studies and going out quite often to relieve her stress. in a nightclub one night she meets a sweet czech girl studying in hungary in english who she really really hits it off with but she forgets to take her number or even her full name. she tries not to obsess too much (she’s not desperate, she promises) and manages to put it out of her mind until she graduates. she moves to germany to work for a bit and in her very first real big case, guess who is her opponent? yeah. the cute czech girl, who looks really fuckin good. she’s so mad. she’s not going to let her anger turn to any other emotions for her, either
unpopular opinion: not really an opinion as such but elizabeta / elisaveta / eliza / etc drives me mad kinda
favourite relationship : idk the name but hungary x czechia
favourite headcanon : she’s really fuckin tall and it drives her mad trying to find heels / a boyfriend whose ego can take it (so she gives up and goes for a pair of fila disruptors and girls)
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