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1. hi, thank you for your efforts ❤️ i have a fic finder, because even though time travel fics should be so easy to find, i just can't find this one. wx both come back to the cloud recesses days, lwj finds out that wwx also went back bc he hears him humming/playing their song. wwx is given a dizi that has a name with 'dawn' in it i think? (by nhs who was probably the one who sent them back). they fix all the stuff of course
FOUND! The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-it, Temporary Character Death)
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2. Hello, looking for a fic where LWJ comes to Burial Mounds and WWX & he get into a fight. It’s pretty brutal, and at some point A-Yuan arrives and is in danger so LWJ protects him getting stabbed in the progress. I think it was a fix-it au.
The fic is during burial mounds settlement days. I think during the fight WWX doesn't fight LWJ personally but calls many many corpses to do it for him.
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3. Hi there long time lurker first time requester!! Love what you do, thank you!! I’ve found so many good fics through this blog.
Ok so for my ask, it was before I had an ao3 acct so it’s no where in my history! What I remember is SOMETHING happened and Wei Wuxian, Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan get thrust into modern times. They live together and somehow find their way back? Sorry that’s not a lot to go on :/ Thanks again!! @rogue-90-em
FOUND! This sounds a lot like atlas in his sleepin' by anatheme (E, 49k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, JYL & WWX & JZX, fix-it, reincarnation, family reunions, dimension travel, temporary transmigrator LWJ, JC & WWX reconciliation, first time, sharing clothes, angst w/ happy ending)
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4. Hello I have been looking for this fic for awhile now and have had no luck finding it. It took place after Sunshot I believe. WWX had to marry NMJ so the wens would have a safe place to live. Later in the story LWJ in also married to NMJ and WWX.
FOUND! An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fix-it, everyone lives au, courtship, polyamory, smut, Mojo’s bookmark)
NOT FOUND! Pastime (With Good Company) by nirejseki (Not rated, 25k, niewangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, WIP)
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5. Can you help find this fic? It's a modern fic about the aftermath of how wy was groomed and abused by one of jyl's friend. After getting out of that toxic relationship wy started a flower shop which his sibling try to visit frequently. Jc and lz is studying law together. I remember wy having a breakdown bcs he figured out that lz was the younger brother of lxc who was the doctor that treated him after his abused. There was also a scene where sushe harassed wy to the point of panic attack. Thanks
FOUND? #5 was written by AvoOwO on ao3 but seems to have been deleted. I think the title was something among the lines of "Daffodils to Ambrosia"?
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6. Hi! I’m looking for a fic where wangxian are both bored with their (separate) sex lives and decide to have roleplay sex with each other to liven things up. The first time they do this they pretend to be strangers in a bar. There was also one that time that was god/worshipper roleplay. It was multi chapter with each roleplay in separate chapters. Thank you so much for the help!
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7. Hey mods! There's this fic where the juniors tell mxy(wwx) that hgj is in love with another(wwx) bc they think mxy(wwx) loves hgj and don't want him to be heartbroken and turns out mxy(wwx) was actually, well, wwx lol— and after that they eavesdrop on a convo with hgj and wwx and find out mxy is actually wwx @sentientcongee
FOUND? things we're all too young to know by someitems (T, 11k, wangxian, misunderstandings, junior shenanigans, mistaken identity, found family)
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8. Hallo! I'm trying to find a fic in which WY is a servant of the Jiangs (he is treated badly) and the Lans are guests at Lotus Pier and he walks into LZ and runs away (?) (I think he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone or was afraid he would get pubished). I have only read the first chapter and that's all I remember:/ Thank you so much!
FOUND! Flowers of pain by CorkaHadesa (M, 16k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, YZY Bashing, JC Bashing, Jiang Family Bashing, Bad Sibling JC, Bad Sibling JYL, Protective LWJ, Protective LXC, Protective LQR, Bad Parenting, Family Issues, Child Abuse, Self-Esteem Issues, Happy Ending)
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9. Hi there! I'm looking for a fic I read a while ago in which LWJ creates a new cultivation method?? IIRC WWX had been thrown into the Burial Mounds and LWJ and JC are looking for him. I don't remember any other specific details, but towards the end LWJ finally reveals his new cultivation style. I think his whole thing had to do with the earth and connecting to it?? I know it's vague but it's probably been a year since I've read it ;-;
FOUND? From my heart's ground. by orange_crushed (E, 37k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Corporal Punishment, Vomiting, Injury Recovery, Trauma, Blood Magic, Elemental Magic, Gardens & Gardening, Resurrection, Dissociation, Explicit Sexual Content, First Time, Language of Flowers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family, Arson, Now Everybody's A Rogue Cultivator, Self-Harm for Blood Magic Reasons, Suicidal Thoughts, Spiritual Coma, Brief Reference to Temporary Incontinence as a Result of Said Coma, Self-Esteem Issues)
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10. hii first of all thank you so much for your hard work!! i’ve been searching high and low for this fic in my bookmarks and can’t find it anywhere :( all i remember is that modern day wwx ends up in the past? i also remember a scene where he reunites with jyl and it’s really sweet bc the one from his universe had died i think? i hope this is enough jdhdhd
FOUND! Wrong Turn, Right Place by diamondbruise (E, 71k, WangXian, Time Travel, kind of, it’s more reality travel but there’s modern wwx and cultivator lwj, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealousy, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Cultural Differences)
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11. Searching for a fic, any help would be appreciated! It was a vaguely knight-y/medieval setting, and after some shit went down, LZ was locked up and/or severely whipped by the Lans, and when the fic starts I think he's still having issues from that and traveling on his own. And then he reunites with WY - maybe I'm conflating fics, so these are just maybes, but it could be some sort of beauty and the beast situation? Or there's a moment where WY goes full-on YLLZ when he finds out how hurt LZ was.
FOUND! the necromancer's fairytale by iliacquer (E, 17k, wangxian, safe sane consensual non-con, past torture, not Lan friendly, happy ending, switch energy, rough sex, pain kink)
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12. Hi! im looking for a wangxian timetravel fic, i remember that they went back to the cloud recess arc in their old bodies and one specific detail i remember is wei wuxian changing his hair style to his future hair style because lan zhan was still doing his hair in the mornings, sorry i don't remember much else Thanks for the help!
FOUND? No, Lan Wangji, You Cannot Marry Someone You Just Met! by soulmateenthusiast (T, 40k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Time Travel, WWX and LWJ Are Transported to the Past, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, slight angst Gratuitous Amounts of PDA, Courtesy of WangXian, BAMF!WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Abandoned Work - Unfinished and Discontinued)
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13. Asking this cause I lost those fic where A) Wangji was kid when got kidnapped and lives in brothel and he himself ask a witch to curse him ugly person B) Wangji is omega and lactates for A-yuan @selflovingmedj
13A)
FOUND? Turn Left by kianspo (M, 91k, WIP, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Canon-Typical Violence, Neurodivergent LWJ, LXC is the best brother, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels)
13B)
FOUND? ���� so full of love i could barely eat by cicer (E, 40k, wangxian, ABO, canon divergence, breastfeeding, lactation kink, golden core reveal, fix-it)
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14. Hi I’m looking for a fic that takes place during the CR arc and has LWJ realizing that rewarding WWX works better than punishments and I think there are some scenes that take place in the library. I can’t really remember much else so I’d appreciate the help!
FOUND? Pigtail Pulling by protos_metazu_ison (G, 3k, wangxian, fluff & humor, crack treated seriously, cloud recesses shenanigans)
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15. Heyy! Im looking for a fic where wangxian went on a date(i think 1st) to a petting zoo. There what I remember the most is wwx pulling grass and lwj blurting out if he was stimming. I honestly can’t remember much. There were bunnies tho. It’s complete and i thinkk it’s part of a series! Please help me find it!!!
FOUND? 🧡#Bunny date by Onomatopoetikon (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV LWJ, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, First Dates, First Kiss, Holding Hands, LWJ Uses Actual Words, Neurodiversity, Developing Relationship, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, Fluff, Romantic Fluff) it's part 3 of a series :)
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16. hello. i've been wondering if you could help with this: i'm not looking for a fic, but i've been wanting to write one. i remember seeing some time ago a twitter thread containing certaing details and tips for writing modern aus set in china, but i can't find it. i was hoping if any of your followers would know something
FOUND? might be this twitter moment, if not, there's still some good stuff here!
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17. Hey! I was looking for a LXC x Oc, the oc was a jin who is like what people say dumb and the summer is something along the lines "The new madam Lan got pregnant and is craving for the bunny" I forgot the whole summery but it was like that. Anyways turns out she was actually quite smart.
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18. hello, hello!! when you have a chance, i would appreciate help finding a fic!! it was modern, and the only thing i remember was probably a part towards the end, and i think wwx was kidnapped by the wens and was on top of a building, someone was shot, & i think wen chao might've fallen off the building? wwx nearly died? sorry if this is really vague, but hopefully someone recognizes it!!
NOT FOUND! 🧡The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Junior Quartet is the best Quartet, JYL is the best, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, Modern AU, The Old Guard AU, Team Give Xichen Nice Things, Team Unbury Your Gays, LITERALLY, Temporary Character Death) has a similar scene I think (only he gets kidnapped by JGY instead)
NOT FOUND! 🧡Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, wangxian, criminal underworld au, dark LWJ, ABO, note all tags)
could also be FOUND! Monotone, I think it’s not on ao3 directly anymore but is still available on a Google doc / the author has posted a link to monotone here / Monotone on Google docs, Anyway I think that's the shared link for #18. Pretty sure that's it. Ch. 23 Reset is WWX and Wen Chao on the roof of Nightless City. Wwx is shot and WC jumps off the edge.
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19. hello! I need help finding a fic. The only scene I can remember is the Jiang family and Lan Wangji sitting at a table (eating dinner I think) and Madam Yu says or implies something insulting/rude about Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji uses his engagement or marriage to Wei Wuxian to tell her off. Saying she has no right to say something like that about something that is his/belongs to him. I believe it was Canon era but that's about all I can remember.
FOUND! chapter 6 of 30 Days of Celebration with Yunmeng Jiang by starandrea (M, 41k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Family Drama, Telepathic Bond, Kink Negotiation, Wedding Planning, Weddings, Sibling Bonding, Fluff, Happy Ending)
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20. hi there! for the next FF, this modern-online-class au. it's in the pov of one of the students, though i remember it changes pov a lot. wangxian are professors, LSZ is in both their classes. he gets sick, and he never reveals who his parents are until WWX walks in on a call with him and his friends and they go >:0000 on him. theres a lot of student chatting. there was a scene with a student remarking on WWX's child's achievements on the wall and LSZ being extremely embarrassed about it. @revellingfate
FOUND! The Mystery of Professor Lan's and Professor Wei's private lives by SilverBells (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, wangxian married and have a son, online classes AU, Self Indulgent Ficlet, Fluff, University AU, Professor LWJ and Professor WWX, University second year LSZ, Humour)
NOT FOUND! Lan Jingyi and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Cursed Information by fensandmarshes (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Crack Treated Seriously, Married WangXian, POV Outsider, POV Outsider on WangXian, Crack and Humour, LJY-centric, Hijinks & Shenanigans, LWJ is a Little Bitch, College/University, Nonbinary LSZ)
NOT FOUND! Yearning by Sanguis (T, 9k, WangXian, LingYi, Modern AU, Professors, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Bunnies, Pre-Relationship, Secrets)
NOT FOUND! And They Were Married And Had a Son Series by yellowcarnations (G, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Outsider, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Professors WangXian, Kid Fic)
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she went west to chase her dreams
Part 1 of lost in time and space series.
Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (22+ only)
Summary: When you're called in to rescue Marcus Moreno in the field, you both get a little more than you bargained for.
Warnings: Tentacle Sex, oviposition (E G G), horny interdimensional space cephalopods, first time/getting together, fuck or die if you squint, the concept of Now You're Fucking With Portals, science but make it horny
Word Count: 4183
A/N: This was written in tandem with @ezrasbirdie (go read her tentacle Moreno RIGHT NOW it's so fucking sweet and sassy). Thank you so much for betaing this monstrosity for me, bb <3 Love u to the moon n back.
P.S. - This isn't written for Danktober (today's fic will be posted today as well.... in addition to another din djarin fic.... pls send help and wine thx)
P.S.S. - with the Flaggageddeon happening to some accts, only the reblogs of this will use tumblr tags. Get it together tumbros.
Regardless ENJOY!
You were called in for this particular problem because you dealt in... particular problems.
Marcus Moreno was trapped underneath 700 tons of concrete, steel, glass, and octopus. The Hammy Milton Memorial Aquarium had been lifted into the air as a last-ditch effort to defeat the Heroics leader on the seventh and final day of the Battle of Boundary Bay, and it had been dropped on top of the man in a great screech of noise. No one had ever thought to imagine what the cacophony of an aquarium air-strike would sound like, but the poor Canadians in the surrounding twenty miles thirty-two kilometers didn't need to imagine after that day.
Those that survived.
You were technically a Heroic. The more precise term was that you were a controlled substance, seeing as you had the tendency to become literal antimatter when you were sad enough. You'd spent an immeasurable amount of time studying the very boundaries of space-time, and a slightly less immeasurable amount of time pushing said boundaries before the Heroics politely asked you to stop.
Being ten years old, you complied, and were sent to live in Austin with the rest of the team. You trained catty-corner to the others, and while they went out to rescue firemen from 80-story buildings, you were sent to work in the labs. You were useless to take into battle anyway, as when you were scared of being hit, the atoms in your body tended to go hyperactive, allowing your assailant's fist to go straight through you. It was enough of a perfect defense mechanism that the trainers simply didn't bother honing your skills after that.
Anita Moreno had hovered her hand over your head in lieu of patting it, and said she'd think of something for you to do to help. There's always something for everyone.
Something was being relegated to the Heroics Archives, where you maintained the most important secrets of the organization in a quantum encryption server only Anita, and later Marcus Moreno, knew about. You were rarely sent out into the field, and whenever you were, it was typically to clean up messes of astronomical proportion, property damage in the billions, the like.
It felt a lot like being used, whatever this something was.
You didn't even have a super-secret nickname for your hero persona, that was how little they sent you out. Usually you were deployed with a handler and a gravity-well dampener, to make sure you didn't go full supernova when retuning the strings of the universe like a guitar. Most of the time, it was one of the anonymous, black-suited, besunglassed field agents that never seemed unique enough to remember, in retrospect. They never spoke to you, but they did hold the gravity-well dampener like the Presidential Nuclear Football, which made you uneasy.
But once, it was Marcus Moreno watching you work.
It had been in Berlin, after a zombie uprising had uprooted the city's graveyards and nearly destroyed the transportation infrastructure surrounding it. You'd been back in Texas, fiddling around with the Archives when the big red phone rang in your office. You'd scrambled to answer it, and when you were given a beacon, you zapped yourself between electrons and arrived.
"Hi!" You'd said, to a very surprised Marcus Moreno, who was looking around at the wreckage with his hands on his hips. His katanas were poking over his shoulders just like all the posters back home. "What's the status?"
He'd given you a very long list of problems, and you'd given him a very short wait for solutions. In all honesty, you'd probably over-exerted yourself in an effort to show off. Marcus had just taken over the Junior Heroics when you'd entered the program, which firmly cemented him in your mind (as cemented as anything could be) as your first and forever crush ever ever ever.
He hadn't been leader of the Heroics for long. His mother had retired maybe three years prior at the time of the Zom-Berliners, but time was funny for someone like you. Most everything that normal people considered material seemed funny to you. But either way, he was wholly impressed when you finished, headstones back in place, along with every German sidewalk and traffic light that had been knocked even a little off-kilter in the incident. When your feet touched the ground, you swayed a little, leaning on a gravestone for support before realizing what you were doing.
"Are you alright?" He'd asked instantly, which was new. Whenever you were tired after cleaning up this reality, your handlers just stood impassively, still as the statues in the graveyard you'd nearly passed out in. But Marcus was reaching for you, Marcus was helping you up with a hand on your elbow that didn't even pass through. And your heart was pounding loud enough for the both of you to hear.
"I..." you hadn't explained the love struck look on your face, the blush on your cheeks, or the rapid heartbeat. "Get home safe!" You blurted out before zipping back to Texas and screaming into the couch in your office.
But that had been two weeks ago. Ancient history in your books. It was also like two seconds ago, at the same time. And now your phone was ringing again, and you were being called to help out in Vancouver: not as cleanup, but as a real honest-to-goodness Heroic. They even had a belt buckle for you. The belt buckle didn't do anything, but you were still very, very proud of it.
You arrived next to Miracle Guy in the fraction of a second, hair flying every which way from the latent wind of the universe that no one else seemed to feel. Maybe except for Lava Girl. "What's going on?" You asked the man.
"Marcus is under there!" He said frantically. In all your time working in the Archives, categorizing news footage and coverage for each Heroic response, you'd never seen or heard him act like this. You looked at the very-crumpled aquarium sitting on top of what used to be an aquarium parking lot.
"I'll get him."
You zipped between electrons to get closer to his beacon, but something strange was hindering your progress. It was like there was... something else with you, down in that quantum space as well. You didn't have time to think about your co-traveler, though. You had to think of something witty and cool to tell Marcus when you saw him.
All at once, something grabbed your ankle and dragged you back into reality. You screeched, flailing and hitting concrete when you felt able to breathe again. You could hear dripping.
And groaning.
And not all of it was coming from the depleting structural integrity of the wreck.
"Marcus?" You called, unable to see very well in the dark.
"Over here," his voice came, that low rasp sending a shiver down your spine. Not now, hindbrain. Down, girl.
You felt your way around, wishing you had literally anything but your powers to help you with. You could manipulate most of spacetime with a snap of your fingers, but you still couldn't see in the dark. Your foot hit something slimy, and you gasped.
"Marcus?" You squeaked again. "Are you. Is that...?"
"No, that's a dead cephalopod."
"Oh. Um. Are you trapped? I mean more than is obvious."
"Not... really. I'm not really suited to get out of here, though."
"What? Marcus, this whole thing could collapse and squish us."
"Something... the Badways, they were doing something down here. It was a lab, not a parking garage. They were trying to experiment, manipulate spacetime—!" He cut himself off and hissed in what sounded like agony.
"We don't have time to talk right now, I can, I can try to zip us out, and—?"
"No!" His voice sounded pained, and it made your stomach drop.
"We gotta get you out of here, though."
"Just—can you drop me off somewhere? Like portal me somewhere... somewhere isolated?"
You paused. Something audibly squelched.
"Are you touching my ankle right now?" You asked after a moment of silence.
"In a sense."
"I'm getting us out. Breathe in, and then out. Hope your breakfast wasn't spicy."
You hadn't zipped many people before, but Marcus was important, and despite whatever the fuck else was going on, you needed to get the both of you out of there before you became the calamari side-dish no one wanted you to be. You could still hear Marcus's screams even after you dropped the both of you off miles and miles outside the city. In fact, you had no idea where you were.
You were near some kind of rocky lake, beautiful sea glass lining the waterfront in the dappled sunlight through the trees. The mini gravity-well dampener on your wrist had survived the zips, but your communicator didn't seem to have the same fate.
"Marcus, does—?"
You stopped way the fuck short at what you saw.
Marcus was still on the ground, and now you could see why. Poking out of his body in various places, and writhing beneath his t-shirt and pants, were what looked like heavy, green tentacles. Upon closer inspection, shocked into awed silence, you noticed a purple iridescence to them, shining in the late afternoon sun like a damn jewel.
"These are... new."
"No fucking kidding, Quantie."
"What'd you call me?" You said, still trying to figure out what exactly the energy signature was on those things. They were all over the place, and certainly not like anything you'd seen on regular tentacles.
"We. Oh fuck. Sometimes we call you the Quantum Crew. Because you do the job of so many people by yourself."
You were once again shocked silent. "You nicknamed me?" You said softly.
His face nearly crumpled. "It's not—we aren't teasing, we just, you never get to come with us, and you're so mysterious and everyone keeps teasing me about—oh, oh fuck fuck fuck, oh no." He arched his back, arms shaking as he— "Oh, oh fuck, fuck!"
Was he...?
Oh.
He was.
Marcus Moreno was cumming on the ground at your feet, with a bunch of probably-interdimensional tentacles just happening to him. You wanted to know more.
More than that, you wanted to be the one to make him make that noise again.
"Are you okay?" You managed to ask, heat flaring across your face like the surface of the sun. And you knew what that felt like.
"F-fiiiine." He laughed, a little hysterical, but managed to blink his eyes and clear the foggy look that had been there before. "I was trying to tell you about the uh, the—the..."
"The tentacles?"
"Yeah. Fuck this feels so weird."
"Is it... are they inside you?" You asked, feeling obscene.
"Yes and no?" He raised his hand, where you could see one sprouting out of a glowing pink hole in his wrist. It was curled around his thumb almost shyly, like how a toddler holds the leg of a parent.
"Wait. Let me see." You took his arm and peered closer. The little third thumb of a tendril booped you on the nose when you got close enough. You attempted to link your mind with it.
Hello.
!
Where did you come from?
!!!!!!!...!!
Why are you here?
HERE?
Oh dear.
"Marcus, you have interdimensional portals."
"Have? Like is that your diagnosis?" He exclaimed. "I'm infected with portals?!"
"Calm down, I'm... I need you to tell me what happened. I might be able to fix this."
Through another three spontaneous orgasms, Marcus managed to get through the whole story. The Badways, the world's current organization of supervillains, were working on some kind of quantum continuum harness generator in their lab - which was, as it turned out, where Marcus had been when they dropped an aquarium on top of him. Rather than try to kill Marcus alone, they'd thought covering up their entire attempt at mad science would have been better. When the crash happened, Marcus was standing near the mostly-built harness generator, and by his accounts, the portals opened up all over his body soon after. He'd explained this all in a rough, low moan.
You were getting nearly uncomfortably wet as you listened and fiddled with the grav-well. It was kind of distracting to hear him use quantum physics terms in that tone of voice. "Not that I'm complaining, but what's with the orgasms?" you asked, still not fully convinced that this wasn't all just some crazy dream.
He laughed, and thunked his head against the grass. "My best bet? Some kind of interdimensional monster is curious about our world, and poking themselves through wh-whatever hole will work." You blanched at his matter-of-fact explanation. "My consciousness has somewhat blended, or empathically connected with its mind, and apparently, it's the thing's mating season."
"Can't you tell it to fuck off?" you asked, eyeing the tendrils warily. A few of them had wound around you, almost as thick as a tree branch. There seemed to be about a dozen, and around half of them were... pulsing.
Marcus instead groaned. "Don't talk about fucking," he pleaded. "It... oh shit."
"What?" you asked, leaning over him worriedly.
"It's connected with me as well. It... it knows what I want." His eyes were wild and desperate, a look you'd never seen in all the hours of footage you archived for the Heroics, a look none of the tabloids or news outlets had seen either.
"What do you want, Marcus?" you asked, the words pulled out of you as if on a string.
"You," he said instantly. "I want you. I want to—fuck, I want so much of you. With you. For you." His whole body gave a shiver, eyes squeezing closed. "Right now, I feel like I'm going to die if I don't fuck you. The - it - the monster, it needs you."
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"Fuck, Marcus—" you moaned into his mouth, trying not to lose your mind too early in the fun. "You can feel that? Feel me?"
One of the tentacles from behind his shoulder had snaked around him to slide into your pants. You tended to wear looser clothes at work. No one ever came down into the Archives to see you, so you let yourself be comfortable where you could. As a result, the tentacle had unfettered access to your core, slipping deftly around the soaked gusset of your panties and pressing in, in, in until you were gasping at the full feeling. You expected it to be cold, and slimy, but if you closed your eyes, it could have felt just like any other cock. But you didn't want to close your eyes. You wanted to remember this.
"I can feel you," Marcus nodded, a high blush settling across his cheeks as he held you close. He rocked his hips, grinding his cock against the inside of his already-ruined tactical pants with a groan. One of the tendrils was apparently growing out of a portal right next to his prostate, and the feedback loop of pleasure and attention had been to blame for his rather... spirited retelling of what had gotten you to this point. "Feel so wet around me. Warm for me," he moaned.
The two of you shared another kiss, and you reached down to undo your pants, shuddering as the tentacle rubs fully against your g-spot. You gasped harshly and nearly collapsed back down onto Marcus, but had you. His strong hands finished the job, divesting you of as much of your clothes as he could. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, been thinking of this for so long."
You whimpered at the praise and attention. "W-wanted you too," you assured him, though you were pretty sure it sounded like a formless garble. The sentiment was passed, though, from the warm look he gave you next. He seemed extremely grateful for your consent, and you were certain that he would have rather let himself die than violate you. You would have never taken advantage of him in this state either. Your bodies may have defied laws of physics, but they still followed morals and the like.
Finally, you were stripped from the waist-down, clothes strewn across the grassy hill near the lakeside you'd landed by. It was idyllic and beautiful, and completely insane. It was just the kind of getting together that suited you.
Marcus got a little furrow in his brow as he concentrated, and all at once, you felt the other tentacles begin to move around you, tracing delicately at the insides of your thighs, holding your wrists together above your head, and keeping your legs open. Even the tiny one by his thumb was part of the fun: that one was given the honor of flicking against your clit in unbelievably tight strokes. The sensations were the result of a well-orchestrated bout of concentration on Marcus's part, born of years of honing his self-control and his powers.
"M-Marcus, I need my hands," you slurred. "Gotta adjust the dampener—"
"It's all hands on deck right now, baby," he grunted, his lip sucked behind his teeth in a gasp as he felt you clench down at the pet name. "Let me take the edge off of this guy and I'll let you be as smart as you want, sweetheart."
You doubted you'd be able to muster the brainpower to do what you'd promised, but rocked your hips to signal your acquiescence to his suggestion. Marcus's eyes darkened considerably more as he dug his feet into the earth and fucked you with all he had.
The shout that bubbled from your chest echoed in the forest for a little bit before it was lost to the treetops. Two other tendrils came up to circle your breasts, squeezing them and tweaking your nipples in time with the thrusts up into your cunt. Another tendril snaked up and around your shoulders, leaving you feeling wrapped up and completely surrounded. You opened your mouth to take the tendril into the wet heat, and Marcus made a noise like he'd been shot. You sucked harder on the tentacle, working up a rhythm. The whole thing felt like an unholy ritual, with you and Marcus playing the parts of the extremely willing sacrifices.
"Look so good for me like this. So pretty with something in your mouth. When this is done you wanna ride my cock like that, pretty girl? My smart fucking girl?" he gritted out, freeing his cock from his pants before deciding on joining you in the half-nude. The tendrils at your breasts gained the deftness of Marcus's fingers, unclipping your bra and leaving you bare for him. Marcus's noise of appreciation was nearly lost in the squelch of slick between your legs.
His eyes went wide. "Uh. Fuck. Holy shit."
You made a questioning noise, but didn't dare to pull off the tentacle brushing the back of your throat. The one in your cunt was... thickening. You could feel the pulsating feeling inside of you growing faster, stronger, until there was a breach and you had to pull off just to breathe and make sense of what you knew was happening.
There was.
It was.
"Egg." Marcus said weakly.
"Egg?!" you squealed.
"Egg!" His voice grew tight and the tentacle ended up plunging ever-deeper into you, forcing the ovule as close to your womb as it could be. One, two, three in quick succession filled you, leaving you feeling heavy and a little disoriented.
His hand found yours, dropping down from the hold he'd kept them in. It grounded you back to earth, and you were glad - the sudden spike of fear in your veins almost made you liquefy all over him. That would have been more mortifying than carrying his eggs in you, to be sure.
"I've got you, I've got you, pretty girl, not gonna let go. Stay with me." He leaned up to kiss you, drawing noises and whines from your lips the way you'd drawn the eggs into yourself.
Your thighs shook as the tendril slid out of your wet cunt, the throbbing now stopped, its goal complete. You and Marcus watched as the tentacle retracted into the glowing pink portal on his hip, before disappearing completely, like it had never been there. Silence and the quiet shuffling of tentacles was the only thing that followed. "Did it just—?"
"I think it—"
"F-further testing should yield a—"
"A better theory. Which one next, baby?"
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One by one, each of the tentacles disappeared into his body, the portals closing behind them after they laid their eggs inside you. All sizes filled your cunt and a few more filled your ass, distending your lower abdomen slightly and leaving you feeling wrecked as fuck. The eggs sloshed around inside of you whenever you tried to move, so you tried not to, from your position on all fours. Marcus was fully naked on his knees in front of you, running his hands all over his body to check for any last hangers-on that hadn't fucked their fill of you.
"They're gone," he rasped, his voice much deeper and rougher than it had been at the start of this.
"Thank fuck," you whined, voice nearly gone from the number of times he'd made you cum, both with the tentacles he controlled and his hands and mouth.
Something like hesitation flitted across his features as he looked down at you. "I... Quantie."
"I didn't forget," you said weakly. "And I want to, I just don't think you'd fit."
"You want me to help take some out?"
"Please. Then fuck me."
Marcus moved fast, having you bear down on his fingers as he guided the eggs out of you. They glowed that same green-purple shimmer as the tentacles, rolling away from you down the hill to the water's edge. The relief from the tension in your tummy was a godsend, and the moment it became bearable you reached back, clawing your hand at his hip to encourage him forward. "That's enough, c'mon, please, please fill me up too, Marcus."
He gave a long moan, leaning down to kiss the small of your back before pressing inside of you. The feeling of his cock in you was much different than the tentacle train that had just finished. He moved much more confidently with this appendage, fucking into you and gasping as the eggs made your cunt seem that much tighter. You fell onto your elbows, rocking back onto him with desperation. The end of this whole ordeal was in sight, but you would stay in this sex-addled haze just a few minutes longer.
He covered your body with his, no more, no less. You still felt just as safe and protected by him as you were before, which surprised you. The tender feeling took you off guard, sending your body into an unexpected orgasm, aided by the hushed praise and encouragement whispered in your ear. "Gonna take care of you, good girl, such a good girl for me, cumming for me like that. We'll get you taken care of. You're not leaving my arms for a good long while, b-baby. I've got you. Fuck, you feel amazing. Wanted this for so long." It brought tears to your eyes to think that his sexual desire was so strong even before you'd ever touched.
Well. The graveyard didn't really count.
He came almost nothing, having been more than spent over the last three hours. Still, he didn't leave your body, letting the two of you fall to the wet grass in your embrace, the afternoon sunlight keeping you warm and happy. You didn't know how long you laid like that, but when you came to, Marcus was carrying you into the lake to help you wash off. The cold water came as a shock, making you gasp while he apologized and chuckled at your flailing. He was able to coax a few more eggs out of you with his fingers, but you'd get the rest out later.
Hopefully.
The eggs that he'd extracted earlier were floating like lilypads along the surface of the lake, bobbing happily along without any care in the world. "What do you think will happen to them?" you asked, feeling strangely morose over the thought of leaving those eggs unattended. Perhaps you'd connected with the tentacle monster as well, to have such a sudden maternal affection over them. It appeared Marcus was in the same boat, frowning out at them.
"I don't know. We can come back and check in a few weeks, though." He held you around the shoulders in the lake, keeping you warm against his chest. He kissed the top of your head. "So uh, this won't be going in the report, but... I wanna take you out. We kinda did this backwards."
"Backwards is one of my favorite directions of time," you said, holding onto his forearm.
"What are the other ones?" he asked, moving to kiss at the shell of your ear.
"I think I'd need to spend a whole lifetime explaining that," you laughed.
"Well... I'm listening."
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also to mini rant since i’m here already 😍
so i had this friend who asked me if i can help them get to know enha since i’ve been a fan since 2021 and they were just listeners. i basically “taught” them enha and helped them pick a bias. (they decided on being a jake stan) and then a few weeks after that i found out they removed me from their accounts so i’m like :// cause i thought we were bonding and being friends even more
and now it kinda irks me to see them talk about enha and saying “my (bf/luv) jake” when before they would talk kinda negatively about enha too (because i think it back was 2022 when enha went through a lot with the haters especially)
now i’m just overthinking like what if they start saying “oh she only likes jake now cause i do” because the past few days i’ve been posting about jake on my story and idk i feel like i’m being stalked or whatever cause i’m on public on my stan acct but he’s been apart of my bias line since 2021 anyway?
ugh i just feel upset and ticked off by this whole thing. i feel like this is just so silly and immature though :( but posting this anonymously just helped me feel better now that it’s “off” me now :,>
thank you for listening to my mini rant <3
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aaah you're deffo not being immature or silly bc whag that friend feels ?? icky to say the least so i think your fear is valid and i really, really hope it doesnt get to that point and that friend will just leave you alone. im sorry yoj have to deal with this and im glsd you got rid of a friend like that, just remember that jake would deffo not fuck with a friend like that so neither should you. i love you so much!🩷
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So yeah...it's November...
We have not been given time to process the freak-ass crazy shit that happened in October, and a lotta freak-ass crazy shit went on.
Not sure why, just feelin' the need to report/vent while I sip coffee out here on the tumblr front porch with all the other old tumblr geezers.
Phase 2 of "Octember" has begun in a mix of good/weird/painful shit to work through. A lotta ghosts. Felt both Char and Kyle intensely the last few weeks: my two Gemini Ghosts. They're here but they're not here, and part of you wants them to stay and part of you wants them to leave you alone.
And yeah, money is still front and center in that assortment of emotional intensity. Much gratitude and thanks for the help that has gotten the rent and electric bill paid for yet another 30 days (you know who you are!).
My calculations this month were just a tiny (and ironic) amount off. After the dust settling, thinking I'd gotten it all considered, I ran through the numbers this morning before I left for the credit union, and saw I'd shaved it a little too close and after all was said and done, I was gonna be (drum roll please) $1.16 overdrawn. lulz.
No worries, I thought, being the resourceful hobbit I am I remembered I had a roll of quarters in the murse (what I call my patagonia shoulder bag) for laundry. Peeling off $1.25's worth of quarters, and laughing valiantly with the teller, I asked her to put that in with the roomie's half of the rent and bills.
Total came to a "lucky number" in her culture, and so I didn't think anything of it and got my rent check printed out and came home. Thought I'd (just to be sure) re-check the acct, much to my chagrin I'd mis-read the amt it was gonna be OD'd and hadn't put in quite enough quarters. So I'll head back over there tomorrow and deposit another quarter and laugh with the teller again. I don't wanna be overdrawn by ELEVEN CENTS. Handy dandy visual aid:
Yeah, I laughed, but goddamnit I am so fuckin' tired of the stress of this. The self-inflicted big lady ringing the bell paradin' yer ass around screaming "SHAME! SHAME!"
And then you just shut up and figure out what to make for dinner with what you have left on the eve before you go to the store.
October this year was a hard month on the planet. Lots of thin-veil coincidence/hoo-do shit, lots of miscommunicated things with roomies, with people while out, communication was hard, still is, but it seems to have lightened up some. Almost like gravity is getting stronger and pulling on us all more. Collective angst, personal angst, community angst, all of it just rushing up and saying hello at once.
One big angst for me has always been my fucking TEETH. My parents both had notoriously bad choppers, I know mine have been in need of workin'-on for awhile. I hadn't been to the dentist (before this round of visits) in well over 10 years. I had no insurance for most of my adult life, so I just never thought about it, unless something broke. Had several "It's cheaper to pull than fix" decisions about 20-25 years ago, and lost several back-teeth along with root canals and crowns on what was left. In short, a hot mess.
I have had Medi-Cal since I got into a wreck 3 months after i moved here (7 1/2 years ago), and just never thought that it might cover dental, since no other "insurance" I ever had in Texas ever coverd it. So once I figured out I can get my mouth looked at and worked on for nothing, I started the appointments a few weeks ago.
All of this leading up to this past Monday the 30th, when I got both the updated Covid jab and the current-season's flu-shot, and then went and got my mouth wrenched on and drilled and vacuumed and what-notted for a solid hour. Things have definitely progressed even in the last ten years. I thought I was looking at another surgical molar removal, but no!
They were basically able to use some kind of polymer that they put on and then the assistant pulls the trigger on a UV light-pen to "cure" it, and they do that several times, and completely rebuilt a broken tooth, and frankly, I'm amazed. It feels like the original tooth before it went south, and very little to no pain. And they numbed me up better for that than the last fucking oral surgeon who cut out my lower right back molar back in Texas did.
So a mix of crazy up/down shit, and then trying so goddamn hard to get the money thing right, and then still fucking it up, but comically inept. New-old tooth rocks, they want me back in April to do something else, and I'm fine. They told me to use a "hydropick" and I just looked doc and assistant in the eye and said "there's no money for things like that, I'm "I-brush-with-baking-soda-poor", and the assistant left and came back with a toothbrush, some floss, small bottle of mouthwash, and a little plastic syringe to use with warm salt water to flush the spaces under/between the crowns.
So mouth happy but goddamn, I have been sore for the last few days. Jab site almost done hurting, tooth as well, but muscles not quite recouped from the "Dentist Chair Death Grip"...I put my whole body into it and basically seize up and close my eyes and let them have their way with my mouth.
"Just lie back and think of California, dear!"
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There are a lot of feeling to this one.
1. That tea account better hope nobody finds out who runs it because they WILL be put 6 feet under if they do
2. Hongjoong. Really? “Sorry” fuck is a sorry gone do?🤨 BITCH IF YOU DON’T GO SOMEWHERE AND DO SOMETHING HELPFUL (LIKE MOVING OUT SO SHE DOESN’T HAVE TO)
3. Again thanks to Jongho for helping my baby but if you know who’s running that acct you better come clean wit it and come through
4. I’ve been waiting for this. YEOSANG YESSSS GET ON HIS ASS!!! BRO IS ENSURING HIS QUEEN IS DOING OKAY AS HE SHOULDD. GO GET THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFEE
5. Mingi said what had to be said, and San knew what had to be brought to attention.
6. Loving the growth for Y/N, girlie needed it. Hate that she has to move out but it’s for the better health of her.
ALSO 1 OF THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS THAT WAS SAID THIS CHAPTER
“I don’t want to lose you 2” NOT 3 BUT 2, CAUSE FUCK MR. KIM HONGJOONG‼️‼️
I’m glad you’re doing better😊, go at whatever pace suits you babes!!
I am doing well thank you, I love you too author🫀
Aaaaaah I'm so happy you caught that she said that 🥰 but yes we're finally going to get more Yeosang moments 👀 mans is here to swoop 👀
Can't wait to see what you have to say with the upcoming chapters 👀 lots is happening and a lot more is coming !
I'm going to be a bit busy with packing and moving but I should be able to keep up with daily updates no problem 🥰
Glad to hear you're doing well 💕💕💕
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I’m Avryl Dream, 2years old. ❤️ My father is Dan Carlo Peñaflorida and my mother is Argie Peñaflorida. I have an equally cute older brother, Dan Austin. Our parents and family fondly call us Dangie and Dangielina ‘cos we’re like twins!
Last September 16, I suddenly felt sick, then had rashes all over. I was brought for consult and my pedia referred me to a hematologist because I had abnormally elevated WBC! After they ran some tests, and around 2weeks of hospital admission, I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL) T-cell.
ALL is an aggressive type of blood cancer. It invades the blood and can spread to other organs, such as the liver, spleen, and lymph nodes. It spreads quickly and I have to be treated in the fastest way possible to prevent its spread to my brain.
My family is doing the best that they can, but financially, it is a struggle. I have to undergo chemotherapy almost every week. After 3 sessions of chemo, my doctor said that my cancer is not responding too well. So my doctor said that I have to undergo bone marrow transplant, which will cost a whooping 7M pesos! This is on top of the weekly chemo that costs around 30k+ per session, including admission. I also have to take Nelarabine to increase my chance of survival, which costs 87k per vial, and I need 14 vials for 2 cycle of chemo session. Number of sessions depends on doctors order (She said I might need a lot).
I’m just 2 years old. I want to live longer, and be with my mama, papa and kuya Dangie. I want to hug them, play with them and love them longer. I won’t give up! Pls. help extend my life, by donating any amount. Every peso counts!
Thank you very much for your time and kind hearts. You are my hero.
Love,
Avryl Dream
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Any donations can be donated here and will be forwarded to the family in the Philippines.
Those who are living in the Philippines.
Any donations can be donated to any of the following:
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God bless everyone ❤️
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hi moony! i saw u were feeling sad and insecure and wanted to share a little trick/advice i guess whenever i’m feeling the same way especially bc of pics i’m in. the first thing i do is stop looking at the pics bc the more i look, the more i over analyze, and start criticizing all the flaws i think i see. i give it a couple hours, sometimes a couple days. i remember how much fun i had wherever i was and try to keep myself from thinking about how i looked. after some time has passed i’ll look back at the pics and i usually find that what i thought were really bad pics of me actually end up being really cute pics. granted, they don’t always end up being pics i feel confident enough to post anywhere, but they’re pics i can look back at and smile at instead of pick out whatever flaws i think i see. i know this advice is all about mentality and it’s easier said than done :( but i hope it helps a little bit 💕 remember, we are our biggest critics and the flaws you think you might see aren’t flaws at all in the eyes of friends, family, loved ones, even a random passerby, etc
also just wanted to say i absolutely adore your writing and your account. i always check whatever blurbs or even small life updates you post on here cause you’ve created such a safe space on ur acct and ur such a good writer too (literally obsessed w the way u write abby <3). anyways, hope u have a little bit happier of a night/morning/afternoon (idk time zones haha). lots of love!!
you're gonna make me cry harder baby :( im gonna try and not look at the photos, but honestly it's not even just those </3 I don't know if this sounds bratty or makes me a bad person, but whenever I go out with my friend, she's the only one who gets complimented and it happens All The Time, and it always hurts when im just there like the troll next to her. and I know it's not her fault and I would never blame her, but I also know I will never be perceived as the pretty one no matter who im with and it just kinda .... sucks. a lot. i felt really pretty when we got the renfair and then it just got worse as the day went on bc we only ever got complimented as a group (five of us total) and then it kept happening even after renfair when we were running errands and idk. maybe im just being a brat.
and thank you :( I actually get really anxious about my fic writing style bc I'm 100% an academic writer who wants to do creative writing, but y'all make me feel safe :( I hope you also have a good morning/night/afternoon, it's night for me rn <3 besitos baby
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i appreciate you being so open, especially when you really didn't have to? like, i'm always wary of anons who ask questions about complicated subjects like sexuality etc., because people tend to...jump to conclusions sometimes.
i remember had someone (another anon) question my sexuality because at the time i was identifying as straight but also openly lusting after female characters on my acct (not as much as male characters, but still), and it just...felt off to me? especially because at the time i was learning a *lot* about myself and hadn't fully come to terms with what i "was" - or rather, what i "am". that's a whole other story about self-discovery that i'm still doing and undertaking.
labels are constricting, and they always leave room for "oh, you're not ____ enough to be ____" which is distressing for someone trying to figire things out. so i like to always say, "i'm somewhere on the spectrum of ____" because it feels the most accurate. sexuality and sexual expression are fluid, so that's how i handle things to make it easier.
this was completely unprompted and i am SO sorry! i just wanted to reach out to you as a form of...encouragement? i don't think that's the word though- ahsjsbais
anyway! you always have a way of handling things with grace, and that's so, so admirable of you! 💖
btw, mini-rant: it feels weird saying "thank you" in a context like this, because it's my first instinct? but why? why is English like this? why isn't there a phrase for "hey what you just did was well-cool, how amazing of you" instead of just "awesome" or something, because that also doesn't seem right? ah, whatevs. /rant
lily beloved thank you so so much for this message <3
i want to stress that the anon who sent the ask earlier yesterday was not being rude, although i have gotten quite a few messages from other anons about my sexuality that have without a doubt been rude rip.
sexuality is just. a lot. and so confusing and it sometimes does feel like on here im trying to figure it out in front of an audience which just doesn't help at all which is why i took lesbian out of my bio and didn't replace it with anything bc i'd rather figure it out a little quieter lol
thank you for this lily, it was was so sweet and genuinely comforting <3
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Hello! Hope not to bug you, I just read acw for the first time and WOW. It was by far the most beautiful, intricate work I've ever read in my life. Really, you are a novelist. I noticed that it hadn't been posted in about 3 years and I was wondering if it was orphaned? Just curious, no hate! Absolutely love your works, thank you!
help there anon!
sorry my notifs always get fucking eaten on this app and I'm inept too which doesn't help, bUT I just wanted to say that in general, ACW isn't abandoned!
I know it's been a hot minute since I have written anything but I've had a lot go on since the start of 2020, as you can imagine. not only in the world but personal life. and it just carried over into 2021. and 2022. and now into 2023. however, I am A LOT better now than I was at the start.
not trying to personally dump because there's just too much to summarize on this app, and some things I'm just not comfy sharing, but I got diagnosed with things like ADHD and depression, and not only am I working on treatment/management with my psych and therapist, altogether it's been a process of adaptation after knowing why my brain do what it do.
slowly I've been getting back into creating. bc I didn't. for all the time I was gone, I didn't produce really...anything. writing, art— nada. I've made some good progress esp since late 2022 when I started to come back to some things, but it used to be I wouldn't even read fic, watch movies/shows, engage with things... I was basically in a massive depressive episode. so I've been slowly reconnecting with art and in turn just that side of me.
I'm sure people who follow me/pay it mind (and it's okay if you don't lol) have seen recently I've been making and posting art I've made since I got back from LA a little bit ago.
I haven't drawn or been artistic like that in a long while. and while I've created things here and there, it was usually for someone else/social things I was doing. I struggled even with that, so it probs happened altogether less than 10 times over the last few years... this is the first I've just been creating and enjoying myself since then.
there's a lot that is still changing for me. and there's some major things shifting behind the scenes for me still that are playing out. I still intend to finish ACW, I'm just having to handle myself, and overall, I'm coming back into what used to feel like second nature.
so apologies for the wait. in a way, I kind of have been stuck with y'all during the hiatus. I got as much out of it as y'all did, lol. but I'm hoping with this continued improvement, and once things settle a bit more on my end, that writing will come back to me more and more. I've been able to do things here and there, so I'm hopeful.
also, another issue is google. my old acct ran out of space so anything I have made is completely locked up. I can't even EDIT my old docs. it's bad. I've tried to free shit up but it's like google replaces what I delete somehow and I'm always at my limit. so that's been a hassle in and of itself and I am working around that too.
fingers crossed this ship finally leaves the harbor I've docked it at for some time. I love ACW. I see what y'all write. and I know I don't often respond to comments but I read them. I see them. and I'm honored my story has had the impact and love that it has. ACW legit is one of my most beloved works by both myself and its readers. so thank you for that.
but I hope everyone does know that even if it may take me a while, I plan to come back and complete it once I'm properly able! and thank you for your understanding and patience w me. 💕
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it's no problem! i enjoy sending random asks to people + i know how lonely it can feel on here sometimes (which is ironic considering the fact that it's called social media). also don't feel bothered at all for sending me anything in my inbox!
if you know going to a hospital will help you with your mental health, then go for it tbh. whatever you decide to do, i'll support. <3
about the story: tbh i've been suffering with writer's block for the past few months, which is why i didn't start the story earlier 😭 but now i've come to a realization that i really want to write something, and i'll only feel more stuck if i don't write at all - so i started putting some words on a page and that was it! my writer's block was done for!
i have a little sneak peak for you too!!
You walked out the room, shutting the door quietly behind you, only to meet a familiar pair of eyes at the far end of the hallway.
Scaramouche...
He was dressed in more casual garb than the day before, yet his wide hat still sat atop his head. Three soldiers knelt before him, the apparent victims of his anger that morning. His arms were folded across his chest menacingly, and his beautiful features were twisted into a tight frown. In the light, you could make out thin, purple strands that were nested among his deep blue hair, a detail you hadn't noticed during the inauguration ceremony.
it's not a lot, but i didn't want to spoil too much 😭 i'm thinking of just writing, and debuting the first few chapters on scara's important days! like the first chapter will be released on his character teaser, second for his demo, etc. lmk what you think about that!
OH im so glad you were lucky with childe and his weapon 😭😭 praying for both of us to have that luck with scara when he comes by! i have 128 wishes + 45 pity (it's crazy ik,,,i've been saving since the beginning of september for this man) and honestly i'm kinda hoping he comes home early so i can get his weapon! i believe his teaser/trailer is coming out this thursday? just a rough estimation,,,but i'm so excited!
also i had no idea you draw??? do you do digital or traditional art? i started digital early october and tbh it's going pretty okay 😭 do you have a side acct for art or anything?
+ i would love to give you my uid!! honestly i've been pretty bummed these past few days because i've met a couple interesting people who i wanted to play with, but they weren't on NA servers,,,but i'm so glad you are!! i'll dm you my uid tmrw, and when we both get scara, we can take lots of pictures 🙏😋
Of course! I’ll do my best to keep that in mind. I do agree though, most of the time it feels quite lonely in tumblr. I try to socialize with people once In a while but they never seem to get in touch. It’s understandable though, they have a life to live at the fullest!
But no rush when writing about the story! Take your time and even take breaks when you’re facing writers block. It’s a huge pain to deal with, I can relate to not gaining any motivation or feel like there’s a flaw in my writing. My ideas just…die out in the process of making them y’know? EITHER WAY YOUR STORY IS GOING GREAT! I’m really excited to see what’s in store for the future. Though, I can see where you’re coming from and I think it’s a good idea to release the first chapter and so on in days like those! Might make him feel special. 🤝
I’m really thankful to have Childe since he’s one of my favorite characters (comfort as well), and just having him by my side is enough. I only need to pair him up with scara as the harbinger team and hopefully I can collect more in the future! (Such as Sandrone, columbina..) I wish you luck on his banner, though I doubt I’ll get him quickly. I’m not even guaranteed and I’m so nervous about that 😞. I’ve started saving up since that Zhongli rerun, and I’m glad I had enough wishes to wait for when scaramouche finally releases! I promise to offer you all my prayers and luck to when his banner is available. 🙏
Yeah! I draw, however I only make sketches on my notebook since I don’t have enough money to purchase anything to draw digitally. More importantly I’d go insane if it were traditional art. There’s just too many hours to work on something and they get ruined by a margin. Not only that but I get art block 24/7. I used to have a side account for my art but I deleted it ever since, just felt like it wasn’t necessary or my drawings were plain and boring. But I’m glad you’re doing great drawing digitally! You should share some of your art with me sometime. <3
Aw, that’s a shame though. Many of my comrades/acquaintances either don’t play Genshin anymore, or just play in a different server. Most of the time I only co-op in bosses since I feel like it’s very interesting and fun to keep me occupied! But now that I know you’re in NA, I’m very excited. I wont let you down with those photo-shoots though, let’s give it everything we got to help each other and bring scaramouche home!
#velvetrambling#velvetacquaintances#asks#moots#high queen of faerie#i feel great#i have a lot of messages in my inbox but like#i feel so overwhelmed sometimes over answering.#i just suck at socializing but I’ll do my best to respond to them soon#and then I have academic homework#luckily I exceeded the seal of biliteracy text!#HEHEHAW
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rei!! hi hi how are u doing these days? i hope ur taking care of urself <3
i finished uni about two weeks ago and i've been enjoying my time off so much i just,, forgot what it was like to have free time lmao. on the downside i am running out my bank acct and have to make my money last till the end of june but likeee im sure we will get by!!
im also thinking of replaying the logic route in yttd.... hm i dont know because it's so bleak and hard to watch but on the other hand sara is truly girlbossing her way thru that route so we will see. we will see.
anyways!! i rlly hope ur doing okay, i haven't talked to u as much recently so i wanted to just check in <33 remember to eat and sleep enough and drink water and put ur mental health first, ily <333
— vee!!
oh my GOD i am so late to answer this, i am so sorry venus!! 😭 i'm really glad to hear that you're finished with uni! i know that finals week can definitely be Stressful ( uni last year was Hell during finals week ) and i really hope your financial situation improves <:) let me know if there's anything i can do to help on my end!!
and OOOOOOO the logic route!! i need to see that route, cause the playthrough i was watching took the emotion route and...not gonna lie, shin is Growing on Me. he's skrunkly, i won't lie! ( if i want to Shake The Guy or smack him with a pillow, i'm gonna end up simping for him at some point. i have a Type, unfortunately 😔 ) and sara absolutely deserves to girlboss!! she's been through A Lot, and i can't imagine that having so many people look up to her and see her as some kind of role model is easy. she deserves to go a little haywire, as a treat!
i'm doing okay! i'm actually on vacation to puerto rico, one of my homelands!! :D ( i don't remember if i mentioned it, but i'm mixed! i'm assyrian and puerto rican, my dad's side is from iraq ) it's my first time here and it's pretty nice so far!
thank you for checking in, vee. i appreciate you and cherish you a lot 💕💕 you make sure to hydrate, get some sleep, and eat something if you haven't already! 💗
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friends I am taking ko-fi comms again because, long story short, some unexpected payments went through and now my bank acct looks like this. I have no other source of income atm and need to purchase some essentials and food for my cat :’)
✨ My Ko-Fi ✨
1 coffee gets you a lil sketch of any character you want -
5 or more coffees gets you something like this -
>> more examples of my art style @stealthnerddraws <<
just mention in the note what you’d like me to draw (link a reference if it’s an OC please <3). if you leave the note blank I’ll assume it’s a donation, so be sure to specify! all art will be posted here so please drop your tumblr URL as well so I can @ you (or if you wish to remain anon that’s ok too)
reblogs help a lot too even if you can’t commission me. thanks so much <3
[Leo also thanks you]
#i wont be able to start on these til later tonight just a heads up!#i wanna reopen regular comms but#i physically cant do more than this rn im so sorry#commissions#commissions open#ko-fi comms#ko-fi sketch commissions#my art
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it will come back [pt. 1] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader
Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 2] [Part 3]
A/N: Low budget yandere for my greasy king. This concept has definitely been done before, but I couldn’t resist. This is my first non-smut on this acct and I’ll be so sad if it bombs 😭
Title from the Hozier song: “don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”
Tags/warnings: light yandere, minor injury, angst, Shiggy likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep. [In later parts but not in this one: violence, sex, more yandere, 18+]
You’ve always had a soft spot for strays. Maybe that’s why you became an ER nurse—from the first abandoned puppy you brought home as a kid to the patients you refuse to give up on even when it looks hopeless, you’ve never been able to turn a blind eye when something needs your help. Sometimes (times like this) you wish you knew better. It’s hard enough to take care of yourself these days.
Today’s shift was…what, 16 hours? 17? The 20-minute walk from the bus stop to your apartment building feels like it takes twice that long in the rain. God, you need a shower. And a decent night’s sleep, preferably for at least 12 hours. Tomorrow’s your day off, and you’re ready to take advantage of it the best way you know how: Netflix, soju, and your favorite vibrator. But tonight? As soon as you’re clean, you’re going to pig out on leftovers and collapse into the bed that’s the only halfway nice piece of furniture in your shithole apartment. You really do deserve a break; you’ve earned it.
Unfortunately, as usual, the universe has other plans.
You hear him before you see him: wheezing, choked breaths, like someone’s trying to breathe with an anvil on their chest. You’re not quite out of nurse mode so your mind starts trying to diagnose the issue before you even register what you’re hearing. Fluid in the lungs, possibly blood. That hacking isn’t good. Broken ribs? Definitely bruised. But probably not a puncture…
The breathing is coming from down an alley next to your building. It’s dark enough that you can’t see from the street what’s making the noise. And you’re not a fool, you know it’s a bad idea to walk down pitch-black alleys late at night, especially in this area—a neighborhood you’re living in by necessity, because it’s the only place cheap enough for you to get by. But the coughing…it just sounds so awful. It sounds like it hurts.
Your phone’s already in your hand with 119 dialed and ready to call (standard practice when you’re walking home by yourself), but you turn the flashlight on and shine it down the alleyway. “Hello? Anyone there?”
Nothing responds, but you can still hear the breathing. You step in a little deeper, swinging your light from side to side and looking over the heaps of trash bags overflowing from the dumpster. The raindrops make clicking sounds as they hit the plastic, and you can hear gurgling from a rain spout down the side of the building, but the wheezing doesn’t stop.
One more step. And then one more. You wish there was something you could do to make the splash of your rain boots in the puddles a little less loud. Something about this situation—the rain, the dark, the flat grey light from your cellphone, and that horrible hacking breath—it makes you feel like you’re walking into a horror movie. But you don’t stop walking.
The hacking is coming from a man propped up on the wall between a few XL bags of trash. The black outfit he’s wearing almost blends into the bags, but a mop of grey-blue hair gives him away. His head is slumped onto his chest, and if he’s conscious he doesn’t show it. “Hello?” you ask again, even less confident that you’re going to get a response.
No answer.
The smell of garbage is…ugh…hard to ignore, but on top of it is an oppressive stench of copper coming from the man passed out in the trash. You kneel down to get a better look and yep, he’s covered in blood. It’s hard to make out in the low light, but there’s a trio of long gashes in the man’s abdomen, cutting apart the skin and flesh so deep you can see traces of a slim layer of yellow fat between all the inky clotted blood. It looks like he was attacked by an animal. Or someone with an animal quirk. There are a lot of villains in this neighborhood.
And the coughing...definitely internal injuries. Whoever this guy is, he needs treatment. You hold up your phone to hit the call button on your pre-dialed 119—
“Don’t.” The voice is a growl, low and surprisingly firm despite the scratchiness. You jerk back and clutch your phone to your chest, caught off guard not just by the interruption but by the intensity of the face glaring up at yours.
His eyes are red. “You need an ambulance,” you tell him in your calmest nurse voice.
“If you try to call the police, I’ll—kill you,” the man says, but the threat is a little less threatening when he has to stop in the middle to retch blood onto his own chin.
You glare back at him but don’t call the emergency number. There are a lot of of reasons why he wouldn’t want to go to the hospital, but the most obvious one is probably true. “You’re a criminal. A villain?”
He doesn’t respond, choosing instead to keep glaring at you like you’ve committed some mortal sin against his ancestors by having the nerve to check on him and try to help him. Somehow it pisses you off. When you were getting your ADN, you once took a temp job doing health screenings at a local middle school and you would always get so annoyed at the kids. Didn’t they see you were just doing your job? Why is it so hard to understand that what you’re doing is for their own good?
Stupid kids. Stupid villain. “You’d rather bleed out and die?”
The man bares his teeth at you, and it’s a pretty disturbing scene considering how they’re covered in scarlet. “You think they’re going to save me? Think I’ll go to the hospital and get all my HP restored?”
He’s mocking you now. You only have a second to move out of the way before he spits off to the side. “I mean…that’s how a hospital works.”
“If you think I would—make it out of that ambulance alive, you’re—dumber than you look.” His voice is interspersed with coughs.
“Well, you’re not going to live if I leave you here.” You hold up your phone, ready to call the ambulance, but in a shocking display of agility the man lunges forward and grabs it out of your hand. “Hey, wait! Give that…back…”
Your voice trails off as your phone crumbles—literally crumbles to dust in the man’s fingers. Once he’s satisfied that there’s no way for you to call the cops, he slumps back onto the trash bags and closes his eyes, apparently exhausted from the effort.
Goddamnit…! For a second, you can only stare blankly at the pile of dust that used to be your $300 smartphone. And then you’re seized by something, maybe not hatred but an annoyance so strong you can feel it in your throat, and you decide right then and there that this villain is not going to die. You’re going to save him. Out of spite.
You’re not sure how you manage to half-carry him from the alley to your apartment, but you do. You’re lucky it’s ass-o-clock at night and no one’s in the lobby or the elevator, or you’d definitely be getting some looks trying to lug a maimed body around. What would you say if someone did call the cops? Don’t worry, don’t worry about it officer, it’s just my friend drank a little too much, oh those wounds? We were at a costume party, haha…
But no one sees you, and no one calls the cops. The man is unconscious the whole time you’re carrying him, and by the time you have him laid out on a shower curtain on your living room floor his breathing is a little bit shallower than it was before. You’ve got your tools—nothing fancy, just some gauze and closures and antiseptic from your personal first aid kit. It’s not much, but it’ll have to be enough.
“Let’s get to work, asshole,” you tell the unconscious body in front of you, and you crack your knuckles.
///
The day after you pick the villain out of the garbage, your body decides that it’s not going to let you sleep in no matter how much you need it. You can tell because the huge windows in your bedroom—the only saving grace of this apartment, honestly—are depositing golden-pink sunrise light over everything you see when you open your eyes, including the villain’s face. Which is about six inches away from yours.
“You smell like death,” you tell him sleepily. He doesn’t move.
He’s…probably in his early twenties, you think, but it’s hard to tell because of all the wrinkles. His hair is on the longer side, and it’s striped with rusty brown smears from his blood. Again, you notice how red his irises are. Have you ever seen someone with eyes that color before? You’re pretty sure you haven’t.
“You slept for a long time,” the villain says, finally moving back so he’s not breathing into your mouth.
“Yeah, I was tired. From saving your life.” You sit up and rub your temples. “I’m thirsty…”
Before you can finish your complaint, the villain is holding a glass of water out to you in an awkward 4-fingered grip.
“Um, thanks, I guess.” You suck down the water and immediately feel better, enough that you realize how wrong it is that he’s up and moving around and probably undoing all your hard work. “You should be lying down.”
“The floor hurt, and I was bored.”
“Lie on the couch then. You can watch TV. But first—“ He’s sitting on the edge of your bed next to you, and you make him lie down flat so you can look at the injuries. They’re not nearly as bad as they looked last night—no walk in the park, but at least you won’t have a corpse in your apartment in a few hours.
When you’re done inspecting him, he sits up and asks you for a shirt. You had to cut his off, not that it was any great loss. The thing was shredded. Him pointing it out is the only thing that makes you really realize he’s shirtless, so you give him an oversized pajama shirt of yours. It has the name and motto of your old high school on it, and the villain reads it out in a half-mocking tone when you hand it to him.
“Beggars shouldn’t be choosers,” you snap. “You should be grateful.”
“I am grateful,” he says, putting the shirt on. “But I don’t understand.”
“I mean, you need a shirt, right? It’s cold—“
“No. Not that.” He’s staring at you again, and you find it difficult to maintain eye contact. “Why you didn’t leave me where you found me last night.”
There’s a lot you could tell him, all of it a little bit true. You were curious. You believed him when he said he wouldn’t make it out of the hospital alive. You couldn’t leave him alone the same way you can’t leave abandoned puppies alone. You wanted to prove to him that you were right, and that being stubborn wouldn’t get him what he wanted. But you don’t say that. “You killed my phone, so you owe me a new one. And I can’t get that back if you bleed out.”
He’s looking at you like he doesn’t believe you, and you fidget under his gaze until he sighs and says, “Whatever.”
You have to let him lean on your shoulder when he walks back to the living room to lie down on your couch. How the hell did he even get to your bedroom by himself? You really didn’t think this through—what are you supposed to do with an infirm possible villain who can barely walk unsupported without opening his injuries back up?
But that’s a problem for tomorrow you to deal with. Today, you’re content to set your laptop up on the coffee table so the two of you can watch TV in…oddly companionable (if you’re not imagining it) silence. It’s almost the lazy day off you were daydreaming about before you got yourself into this mess, and the atmosphere is so relaxed that before you can really decide whether to force the man to go to the hospital or turn him out on the street (or…?) you’re dozing off on your couch like there isn’t a potentially dangerous stranger lying beside you with his head just a few inches from your lap.
When you wake up, your problem is solved for you. He’s gone, and it’s like he was never there—except you’re down a cellphone and a pajama shirt, and your shower curtain is drenched with blood. You wrap it up with the rest of the soiled medical supplies and toss all of it in a dumpster a mile away from your building without knowing exactly why.
///
It’s not the last you see of him, but somehow you had a feeling that was going to be the case.
He scares the shit out of you the first time he visits (over time, that’s how you’ll start to think of his little unannounced drop-ins: visits. Like you’re being visited by a ghost or something). You’re coming back from another grueling shift in the ER, so tired you think you might be sleepwalking, and what do you find when you come in your apartment but a strange white-haired man sitting on your couch eating dry cereal out of the box and flipping through one of your books?
You nearly piss yourself.
He doesn’t seem surprised, which makes sense, considering he’s a villain and he’s probably used to pulling this dramatic entrance thing on people. He certainly doesn’t seem the least bit threatened when you brandish the mini canister of pepper spray on your keychain and demand that he tell you how he got in if he wants to retain the power of eyesight.
“It was unlocked,” he says.
“It was not unlocked,” you reply, rolling your eyes. You may be sleep deprived, but you’re not careless. Never careless.
“Whatever. Calm down. You’re not going to use that on me.”
He’s right, but you don’t want to admit it. If he wanted to do something to hurt you, he could’ve done it that first night. And you’re too tired to really put up a fight, so you just put the cap back on the pepper spray and flop down next to him on the couch. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He looks at you curiously from between his shaggy bangs, like you’re the one intruding in his home and not the other way around, then reaches out to hand something to you. “Here, payback.”
It’s a cell phone—not a smartphone like the one he destroyed, but a flip phone circa the 2000s, the kind that forces you to press “9” four times to get the letter “F”. You stare at it for a second, then look back at the villain. “Are you kidding? Did you get this from a museum?”
“Take it or leave it.” His feet are propped up on your coffee table, but you can’t make yourself care. Actually, it looks nice…him stretched out with an odd look of comfort on his lanky form.
You lean back on the couch and kick up your feet next to his. “Fine. Thanks, I guess.”
He shrugs.
“How are your wounds healing?” Why are you trying to make conversation with this guy? He’s…a villain, right? Not that you’ve ever received affirmative confirmation of that fact, but the hesitance to call the police and the breaking and entering are pretty good tells. But…it might be weird, but since you picked him up that day, you’ve felt a kind of kinship with him.
Alone. Abandoned. No place to go. No one to save him. It’s not a pretty comparison, but you can’t deny it rings true.
Maybe that’s why you pick up strays.
“They’re fine,” he tells you after so long a pause that you’ve almost forgotten your question. “Doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
You take a long look at him, at his posture—he’s relaxed, but his abdomen is crunched a little bit, curled in on himself so subtly that even you wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t looking. It’s not your problem. He’s an adult, and you’re sure he could be seeking real medical attention if he really needed it. You’re in no way obligated to perform some kind of checkup on this arrogant dick who literally broke into your apartment to give you a shitty phone and eat your cereal. The sensible thing to do is to tell him to forget that you live here and hopefully never see him again.
His head tips back to rest on the top of the couch, and he holds your book up to read. At this angle his long hair is out of the way of his face, and you notice among the deep-set creases in his skin a pair of wide scars across his right eye and on the corner of his lips. They’re pale and faded—old, then—but they look off to you, and after a while of snatching glances at his face you realize it’s because they’re healed badly, extraordinarily badly, the kind of healing that you don’t see very often because it only occurs when a stubborn patient tries to let a particularly nasty injury heal on its own. The part of you that isn’t sensible wonders how old he was when he got those scars.
Has he learned his lesson?
You doubt it.
“Lie down,” you sigh. “Let me see the cuts.”
Which is how you find yourself examining this annoying villain again, checking on his injuries and giving him recommendations for care like you’re his personal nurse or something. It’s not a role you enjoy playing, but at least he takes it without complaint, and you start to wonder if maybe this is why he broke into your apartment in the first place. If anything, he looks calmer when you’ve flipped up his shirt and prodded at his wounds, his eyes closing slowly and freeing you of that scarlet-red gaze.
He’s like a cat, you think, and then you shake your head and remind yourself that it’s a terrible idea to think of this man—this grown man who is probably a great danger to you and others—as a wild animal you’re trying to domesticate.
When he finally leaves (only after you drop a couple dozen unsubtle hints about how long you’ve been at work and how exhausted you are), you take a moment before you sink into bed to look at the flip phone. It’s no nicer than your original impression, but as you scroll through the screens you notice that it’s factory-new, except for one thing: there’s a contact programmed in, a phone number with an area code you don’t recognize listed under “T”. And you don’t want to be curious…
…but you are. Shocking.
Down the rabbit hole it is, you decide. So you text him.
///
[You: 12:03 AM]
> Hey it’s (Y/N)
> (the girl whose apartment you broke into)
> What does T stand for?
[T: 12:07 AM]
> What do u think
[You: 12:09 AM]
> ??
[T: 12:09 AM]
> My name
> Dont you know who i am
[You: 12:10 AM]
> Are you famous?
[T: 12:10 AM]
> You dont watch the news do u
[You: 12:11 AM]
> Not really
> What’s your name then
[T: 12:12 AM]
> …
> Didnt u say u had to sleep
[You: 12:15 AM]
> Oh yeah
> Whatever I guess
> Good night
[T: 2:34 AM]
> Its Tomura
> Dont look it up
[You: 8:02 AM]
> Ok
> I won’t
> Tomura
➠ [Part 2]
#Shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura#yandere bnha#yandere shigaraki tomura x reader#bnha imagines#feeling real shy posting this 👉👈#bnha#yandere shigaraki tomura#boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia imagines#mha#my hero academia#mha imagines#my hero academia imagines#shigaraki tomura/reader#yandere shigaraki tomura/reader#yandere
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tagged by @picnokinesis ! thank you!! this is going to be,,, interesting bc i am at heart a hoarder and therefore have two separate ao3 accounts rip
this got long so read more it is!
1. How many works do you have on Ao3?
I have thirteen in total! (ayyy); 3 on my she-ra acct, and 10 on my main acct
2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?
80,906 which is Wild omg, and pretty evenly split too!
3. How many fandoms have you written for?
Technically 4, but 3 of those are just different variations on Doctor Who including Big Finish jkfdhgf so 2 really. I have wips in other fandoms, but nothing posted
4. Top 5 fics by kudos?
there are bridges you cross, with 216 kudos – my first (and so far only, rip) multichapter! i started this one almost on a whim, to try and make the posting process less scary, but now i’m one chapter away from the end and pretty emotional about it tbh. it taught me a lot, including that i should probably not post as i write for future multichaps HA
a lot of explaining to do, with 150 kudos – my first published fic :’) i think that number is mostly due to me posting it RIGHT in the height of the post-spyfall rush haha, but it was my first go at turning my character thoughts into a more narrative format and i’m still very fond of it
doing the right thing, with 139 kudos – i think this is one of my fave fics i’ve written! bill is a delight to write, and i loved getting to play with the irony of having a pov character who doesn’t realize how angsty and sad the situation is, whereas the reader very much does
tiebreaker, with 131 kudos – my fave she-ra work for sure! i wrote it in like 3 days in a haze of “catra....but with a sword” and after rewatching the eps in question. i’d also always wanted to do a 5+1 fic so it was doubly fun
gestaltzerfall, with 115 kudos – my one and only thoschei fic (so far) :’) i /loved/ writing this one, and much like tiebreaker i just.... got the idea, rewatched the ep, and then spent a day in a haze typing frantically until this just Existed. i did consider taking it down the next day due to being terrified that it actually made no sense, but i’m glad i didn’t
5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?
i TRY but i am terrible at it, due to being horrifically awkward with compliments lol. i do appreciate every single one, and try to reply, but then too much time passes and it feels even more weird if i do reply. apologies if youve left a comment and not received a response; if it helps, know that i appreciated it very much and that the guilt of not having replied haunts me to this day
6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
oh that is 100% she hoped you would come for her fdhgfd. the /concept/ itself is pure angst. doctor who wise it might be doing the right thing, orrr maybe my cyberplanner!13 fic, which doesn’t have a terrifically hopeful ending either.
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not really! i have thought about and outlined crossovers before, but those have never seen the light of day nor will they ever haha
8. Ever received hate on a fic?
thankfully no
9. Do you write smut?
i cannot physically do that and really admire people who can fdkjgh
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i,,,,,hope not?
11. Ever had a fic translated?
Nope!
12. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Nothing posted, but me and @fouroct have a masterpiece of an AU outlined and partially written in google docs 😌it follows Lady Christina as she starts working with UNIT, is based on the big finish boxsets, and is incredibly fun to work on (💕💕💕)
13. All time fav ship?
i am,,,,, exceedingly fond of thoschei (especially spydoc) and catradora, which is not particularly surprising since these 2 are practically. the exact same ship kdfjgd beyond that, i keep a very big fondness for doctor/rose, since it was one of my first ships ever
14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
,,,,,,this hurts to write but i think time loop is going to stay a wip for a long time yet. i did start reworking it into something shorter, snappier, and that i liked more, but since my she-ra enthusiasm has died down a notch for now, i think it’s going to stay on the backburner. but hey who knows, maybe the next rewatch will snap me back into it! for doctor who, i have a long multichapter almost fully outlined that follows one of rose’s dimension jumps, based on the dimension cannon boxset, which i’m afraid will also remain a wip for the foreseeable future
15. Writing strengths?
oh dear god i have absolutely no idea sjhfgdsf i think i can? more or less put character arcs together? i hope so anyway, since my fics are pretty much character meta disguised as narrative. i’ve been told i have a good grasp on character voice but imo that varies wildly from character to character
16. Writing weaknesses?
i never shut up djfhgjdfgdf more specifically, my sentences are. so long. they’re so long someone help. i discovered the em dash and i never looked back. i also feel like i often don’t have the correct word or expression, but no matter how much i read, i’m afraid that’s an unavoidable side effect of not being a native speaker 😔
17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?
i..... cannot believe i’ve never done it before??? what am i DOING omg, everyone get ready for pages of French dialogue kjfdhkj
18. First fandom you wrote for?
On ao3, that’s doctor who. in general.... probably harry potter. i vaguely remember rewriting most of the first book back when i was 10 ish, aka wayyy before i even knew fanfic was a thing
19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?
oh i’ve mentioned, but for she-ra it is tiebreaker, and doctor who,,,,,, i think it’s got to be doing the right thing, just because Bill, or maybe my lady christina fics, just because she is such a delightful character to write
to absolutely no one’s surprise, this got long (please refer to question 16 lol), but it was very fun, thank you for the tag, taka!
As always, please consider the tags below as merely invitations and not obligations, and if you somehow are reading this and feel like doing it, please do consider yourself tagged: @yesokayiknow, @the-darkgod, @zeldascats
#tagged#.txt#thanks taka!#i cant believe i still dont have a dw multichapter up i need to get on that#and i also desperately need to finish bridges#the last chapter is about 70% done i think#the bits i have are even edited im just a little bit stuck on the ending rip#i need to take a weekend and just work on it nonstop#until its done#but rn i want to start posting the weeping angels fic before dw starts airing again so#😬😬😬#ill keep focusing on that for the time being#writing
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Thanks for all you do and even tackling hurt feelings with patience and grace. Hope you are making time for self care. You are gentle regarding the "popularity". If it helps, I freely admit I don't even have my work posted online. No art acct. My fanfic drive? That mofo is encrypted and buried a million layers deep. But I was still invited. Us "nobodies" do exist! Please don't discount our efforts as purely popularity when we have all worked hard to get where we are (even rejected previously!)<3
Thank you so much! That means a lot. ♥ We can only do our best.
And we are so proud of you for taking the plunge and applying! A lot of our contributors are/were unknown artists/writers before their acceptance into the zine, which often gets overlooked or overshadowed by names that are recognized among the fandom. But we love you just as much, and you should absolutely be proud of your accomplishment (coming from someone who was/ still sorta is a fandom “nobody”!).
I know it’s difficult to feel excited about winning a spot when other people are hurt/upset for not being chosen. We want you guys to know that you are just as valid and definitely are allowed to be excited and proud of yourself. You earned it! ♥
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