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drivinmeinsane · 5 months

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Alone ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Seven※ Driver / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: Your chronically alone neighbor happens to pass by at just the right moment. To your surprise, he accepts your offer to come over for dinner.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Budding Relationship, Reader is a parent, Fluff, Soft!Driver

※ Word count: 1372

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

Smiling politely and nodding with increased desperation, you’re wading through the lengthy goodbye to your last of your Christmas Eve visitors. They’re your family, an aunt and uncle who just cannot take the hint that you’re done with them. You have been standing in the doorway of your apartment unit’s entryway for what feels like a lifetime mmhmm’ing and oh no’ing at just the right moments when you catch sight of your favorite neighbor inching by in the hallway.

Driver is almost scraping against the wall in his efforts to maintain distance, curled away and decidedly not looking. He’s doing his best to mind his business and go unnoticed. If he could get away with army crawling along the floor, you think he would be.The man picks up speed once he’s past your visitors, walking as briskly as he can without jogging. He has no idea that he is your savior in this moment.

“Your uncle and I were really thinking that you should maybe reconsider not talking to your ex,” your aunt says, beginning to start on one of her lectures again. Her husband nods along.

“Excuse me. I really need to go catch my neighbor. Have a good night,” you say, tone not allowing for any argument as you close the front door behind you and push past your aghast relatives. You have had more than enough and you will take the excuse you’ve been offered.

Once you’re clear of them, you bolt down the hall and take the flights of stairs as quickly as you can manage. You burst through the door to the outside and into the parking lot. Driver is nearly to his car when you catch up to him, barefoot and chest heaving. The concrete is cold against the bottom of your feet, and you have to fight to keep from hopping from foot to foot.

“Hey, neighbor,” you call, hoping you’re not startling him. He turns to look at you, mild worry written on his face.

“You okay?” He asks in that soft voice of his.

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner at my place. If you haven’t eaten yet. I have so many leftovers I don't know what to do with them and my fridge is already ready to burst, so I could really use your help and…” you trail off, he’s just staring at you.

“Okay.”

“Really?” You ask, surprised that it was this easy. He just nods.

Following in your wake, Driver trails after you to the stairs. Your aunt and uncle pass by on your way back to the building, unkindly eyeballing the two of you. You do your best to ignore them. They had just come to tut at your living situation and judge you for being a single parent under the guise of bringing an armful of pies.

You open your front door and are relieved to see that your daughter is still busy playing with her dinosaur figurines. She is happily lost in her own world for the time being. You beckon Driver to the kitchen after you and hand him a plate and a fork.

“Help yourself, it’s all free game,” you say with a gesture at the rickety kitchen table.

Your neighbor nods and mumbles a quiet thank you. He starts to peruse the array of tupperware containers. Your daughter, realizing that her favorite neighbor is in the apartment, immediately locks on. She’s almost vibrating with the effort to not ask him questions and engage him in conversation. She hovers close by, ready to spring into action.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water, please.”

Right away, your daughter is at your side, hands at the ready. Driver makes eye contact with you over her head and you both smile. You fill a glass at the sink and hand it to her. She carefully makes the short journey to bring it to him. He takes it with a soft “Thank you.” She beams, gap-toothed.

She manages to contain herself until he’s seated on the couch before she launches into explaining all her dinosaur toys to him. From your viewing angle as you tidy up the kitchen, you can see your neighbor nodding and attentively mumbling responses between the forkfuls of mashed potatoes he is shoving into his mouth. He barely finishes mopping up the last of the runaway gravy on his plate with a roll before your daughter is whisking his dish out of his hands and into the kitchen. He brushes off your embarrassed apology with a good-natured shrug and the confirmation that yes, he has gotten his fill of food.

Undeterred, your child immediately resumes her explanation of the lore surrounding the plot of this evening’s play session. Driver provides her with his undiluted attention. You just shake your head fondly and try to hurriedly wrap things up in the kitchen so that he doesn’t have to be the one-man audience.

Once everything is cleaned up and put away, you walk into the living room to find that both your neighbor and your daughter are on the floor. She has clearly roped him into being an active participant in her pretending. The adult is in the middle of acting as though he is mortally wounded while she play chomps him with a t-rex stuffed animal.

You stifle a laugh behind your hand as he rolls onto his side with a pitiful groan, clutching at his leg like it’s geysering blood. “Sweetheart, I think you got him.”

“He needs to go to the dinosaur hospital now,” she agrees with a sage nod. That remark doesn’t stop her from proceeding to maul him further with the t-rex.

You offer him your hands and he clings to them like they’re a lifeline. There’s an amused look in his eyes, and his lips are quirked up in a smile. You manage to get him to the dinosaur hospital on hospital island, also known as the couch. While your daughter busies herself by slipping into the role of a doctor, you take a seat beside him.

“Yes, yes yes… Hmmm,” she says, poking at his calf.

“Will I live, doc?”

“No.” It’s so blunt that you have to disguise your laugh as a sob at Driver’s plight.

After delivering that devastating news, your daughter crawls up between you and sprawls out over the both of you, clearly exhausted from a long day of playing. Her head is on your lap and her feet are on Driver’s thigh. You turn the TV on and you and your neighbor settle on a holiday special of an old sitcom. Relaxing for the evening, you stroke your daughter’s hair and before long, she’s dead asleep.

After a while, during a commercial break, Driver helps you put her to bed. He’s holding her in his arms while you pull back the blankets so he can carefully lower her to the mattress. He retreats to the doorway to give you the space to tuck her in. You join him once you’re content that she’s settled for the night.

“You’re good with kids. Do you have any siblings?” You ask, your voice hushed as you close the door until there is only a few inches of space between it and the frame.

“No, I watch my coworkers’ kids at the garage sometimes. Ended up being the babysitter,” he says with a slightly embarrassed duck of his head.

“That’s sweet of you,” you say with a light touch to his arm. “Thank you for coming over and for everything really. You kind of saved my ass tonight.”

“I had a good time.” He sounds sincere.

The both of you stand by the front door, neither of you saying goodbye for the longest time. The commercials are coming to a close on the television and the show is about to resume. You feel unexpectedly nervous and Driver looks a little rattled himself.

“Prob-”

“Do you-”

He gestures for you to go first, so you take a deep breath and put yourself out there. “Do you want to stay for a while? Maybe finish whatever show was playing on the TV?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Sure.”

#12 days of goosemas #Drive (2011)#Driver #Driver x Reader #Drive 2011 fanfiction #Driver fanfiction #Ryan Gosling #Ryan Gosling x Reader #Ryan Gosling Fanfiction #.my work #.my posts

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babsvibes · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag Game

How many works do you have on ao3? 39

What's your total word count? 244,555

What fandoms do you write for? Bob's Burgers

Top 5 fics by kudos: Ketchup & Fries (but said to the tune of Shut Up and Drive), Already Medjool Dating, Maybe in Thyme, The Baby-Bitters Club, and Turn Down Corn-Nut

Do you respond to comments? If I don't respond to a comment within a week, you can assume I'm dead. I'm extrinsically motivated, and if I like comments then I need to respect and appreciate my readers by telling them that

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's My Party (and I'll fry if I want to) it’s the angstiest fic all around, but the ending is more so unresolved-ish, like the reader can decide what Louise does

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Just a Coup-ful of Sugar, and I’m hoping fluffy equates to happy. Closely followed by but it’s (yukon) golden!

Do you get hate on fics? Yes

Do you write smut? Yes 😏

Do you write crossovers? They’re not for me

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nah, but that would be neat!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I probably wouldn’t be able to handle giving someone else the reins 😔

What's your all-time favorite ship? 🥰🥰🥰 louigan 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? Drunken Sailor (what will brie do with)

What are your writing strengths? Natural sounding dialogue, titles, and writing comedy

What are your writing weaknesses? Scene setting, describing what people are wearing, sentence structure variation, sincerity, and whump fic

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? Be respectful and consult a native speaker of that language

First fandom you wrote for? Total Drama Island

Favorite fic you've ever written? Today? It's Stacy's Cardamom!

Nobody tagged me, but it looked like fun 😭 plus it’s a good reminder to go back and see what all you HAVE done instead of dwelling on the hypothetical fics you haven’t.

Tagging writers I can think of who I haven’t seen make a 20 questions post (sorry if you’ve already been tagged and also of course feel free to ignore and also also sorry I probably missed someone!): @sailoreuterpe @bimbobarbieusa @marauder23 @big-wet-rose @jimmyjrsmusoems @jimmypesto @jc7005 @cosmicriff @casually-concerned @tully-blue @waytoomanyhobbies @https-hunter @holdingontolou @keepyourhornson-spyro @theangrypomeranian @avatraang @eroticfriendfictions @ironicsopsychotic @golden--doodler @lovelyxxxsymone @thestarstho @secretsofthemourning @smol-lydia

#babsbles #tag game #my fic writing #that work count is driving me insane I hate the number 9

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khaoticflame · 2 years

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i was tagged by a bunch of really nice and lovely people, including @surviving-maybe @thisdivorce @gallawitchxx @deathclassic @jomilky @vintagelacerosette and @sickness-health-all-that-shit to do this super fun tag game thursday tuesday! thank you all so much and sorry for being spectacularly late to this 🥰✨

how old are you? 23

what do you do for a living? i’m a university student, meaning i cry, complain and procrastinate as a full time job 🙃 but i dream of becoming a translator one day

dream vacation destination? ugh there’s so many! i’ve never been able to travel as much as i would like to, so i’d take literally any destination. northern europe sounds really nice right now, though

favourite colour? i really love blue, i find it such a calming colour 💙 also burgundy and black

last thing you drank? sparkling water. v boring, but at least she’s sparkling ✨

last song you listened to? i’ve been on a heavy florence + the machine kick lately and if i don’t listen to ‘no light, no light’ once a day i feel sick

relationship status? single and not ready to mingle 🤙🏻

where are you from? a small village in italy 🇮🇹🤌🏻🍝🍕

biggest pet peeve? arrogance and narrow-mindedness. oh, and when people talk so loud on their phones while they’re on public transport. like, i can still hear every word you say even though i’m blasting music through my earbuds loud

tell me a secret? ok this is going to sound very stupid, but i have such an intense aversion for summertime lol. every year, around the middle of may, i always get anxious and nervous at the thought of another summer coming closer, and i wish i could skip this time of the year and go straight to september 1st. idk, things tend to get weird for me during summer, so i always hope it’ll pass quickly lol. also, in regards to the question, it’s always funny whenever i meet someone who takes a look at me and goes like “omg you look so pale!! do you ever go to the beach???” and when i tell them that i don’t really like going to the beach and purposefully roasting myself under the sun, they give me the side-eye as if to say “🤨🤨🤨 are you even human or 🤨🤨🤨”. so yeah, that, lmao.

like i said, i’m embarrassingly late to this and i’m sure everyone has done this already, but i’m gonna try with @milkoviched @bravemikhailo @friend-bear @shameless-notashamed @sleepyfacetoughguy @depressedstressedlemonzest @clingymickey @tomorrowillmissyou if you haven’t and want to 🥰 if you have, feel free to ignore me, this is just me saying hi ✨

#tag games #thanks again for the tags!!

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into-the-daniverse · 2 years

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General PSA

I’ve seen a number of Arcana blogs following me lately so I feel the need to put this out there.

I do not support Nix Hydra, and their past or current devs/admin. They have a consistent history of creating and/or supporting racist, antisemitic, and sexist content, and they routinely attract people with similar ideologies and only lift those voices up while silencing voices of POC and other marginalized communities.

I will not be going into further detail, because at this point, all of the work has been done already by others who have done more research than I am capable of in explaining Nix Hydra’s actions against the mentioned communities—most of which can be found by searching the Arcana game tag or the company’s tag.

However, I am also very much not in support of the Arcana fandom as a whole. This blog has been OC-centric for the past seven months, and the only Arcana content I support is that created by my mutuals and close friends, all of whom know how to interact with diverse and sensitive topics in respectful and thoughtful ways. Many newer fans of the game, or new to tumblr fans have no concept of the harmful stereotypes and ideas that get constantly recycled here and I am very much over them, and over explaining why they’re as harmful as they are.

This includes (but is not limited to)

Treating Lucio as a misunderstood trauma victim incapable of taking responsibility for the wrongs he has committed against almost every other main LI in the game

Infantilizing Muriel and/or treating him as a “savage” character who has no idea how the world works and needs to be saved and brought to “civilization” by the MC

Villainizing Nadia, the mature brown woman in a position of power, as a greedy, violent person who is the “real” villain, and leaving her out of posts with the other LIs

Referring to Asra, the canonically nonbinary LI with gender specific terms such as “man,” “boy,” or “husband” when no such terms are ever used for him in the game

Ignoring the Jewish coding behind the Devorak siblings—specifically the antisemitism around the design of Julian—and continuing to use them in posts about Christian holidays/concepts/AUs

If you have followed this blog in hopes of seeing more Arcana content, or assumed that because I haven’t said anything recently about Nix Hydra I support them, I would ask that you unfollow me. At this point I don’t want to interact with those who do not respect POC and minority voices, and I don’t want them to be interacting with anything I create.

This post is not an invitation to start discussion; I am not interested in any kind of debate.

This blog is for me to post about my OCs, my friends’ OCs, and the worlds we have created together, all of which are far more nuanced and diverse than anything Nix Hydra could ever dream of creating. If you aren't interested in any of that, or if you take offense to anything said here, feel free to exit stage left.

#dani's thoughts

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igglemouse · 2 years

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Check-in Tag!

I was tagged by @holocene-sims and @sweetpyxels and maybe someone else? Sorry, I’m so behind on tags!

why did you choose your url?

I don’t know! I liked the sound of it mainly!

how long have you been on tumblr?

Since around 2014 I think!

do you have a queue tag?

Kind of! I use drafts then move things over from there when ready!

why did you start your blog in the first place?

I just wanted to document my gameplay but then really got into telling these imagined stories about them.

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Since I have three heirs currently I just rotate them in based on whose story I am telling at the time.

why did you choose your header?

I never did choose one :P

what's your post with the most notes?

Hmmm, I made a post that was encouraging everyone on tumblr to like, reblog, and comment and that had a lot of notes. I also had a few posts where the official sims simblr reblogged my posts.

how many mutuals do you have?

I don’t know how to check that!?

how many followers do you have?

1,554...90% of these are bots or people that don’t come on anymore T_T

how many people do you follow?

694

have you ever made a shitpost?

I don’t think so!

how often do you use tumblr every day?

At least once a day in one way or another.

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

No, not really. I��ve had people I guess just decide not to be friends with me anymore though.

how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

I ignore them mostly.

do you like tag games?

Yes! Adds variety to my dash and my posts!

do you like ask memes?

Of course! Send me more!

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Hmmm, I’d go with @mellindi and @treason-and-plot and @ladybugsimblr ! I don’t know what qualifies as being tumblr famous but if there is a such thing as simblr famous then yes!

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I will answer this question because I want to try and be fair to each question but want everyone to know I really do appreciate you all! But I will say @mysimsloveaffair because we’ve been mutuals for so long and in a way it feels like how we play the game and post is similar and @helenofsimblr because her simblr really is unique in the best of ways and @ellemant because she tells amazing stories! All of these people have been mutuals for a long time too. Ahh, I always feel bad because I don’t want anyone to feel left out but I appreciate so many simblrs. Maybe I should make a long appreciation post again!

I will tag... @crazykissim - @berrysweetboutique - @whyhellosims - @akitasimblr - @dreamsongsims - @wisepeanutcollector - @aleksa-sims - @berrydreamland - @lollipopsimblr - @helenofsimblr

If you have done this already or haven’t feel free!

#reply #replies

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theregoesmylurkerstatus · 3 years

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So... I have a lot of thoughts on the finale. I've deliberately kept my mouth shut, more or less, on the campaign overall because I'm a firm believer that you can't pass judgement -- at least not complete judgement -- on stories until they're over and done with.

Well, it's done! Kind of crazy. I've been watching Critical Role with almost insane consistency, viewing almost every single episode live, with maybe five-ish exceptions, since episode 19, and I've been blogging it for, what, two and a half years?

It's a weird feeling. It's been such a constant thing for me that I'm always gonna have love for it and remember with a lot of fondness.

...Which is in spite of the fact that I can now comfortably say I'm pretty eh on the ending. I know not being positive about something most of us have loved a lot for a very long time can sting a bit, but I personally think it also stings when people relentlessly crow over how good they think it is or want it to be, to the point where you feel you can't voice your absolutely valid upsets or dissatisfactions. So, here goes, if anyone's interested! I'd be curious to see other opinions, too!

I actually drafted a post talking about my overall frustrations with the campaign a whole two weeks ago, and then scrapped most of it when 140 blew me out of the water. I was really touched, and really happy. I hadn't expected it, but it shockingly felt right, you know?

Unfortunately 141 robbed me of most of that satisfaction and brought me right back to neutral.

The blanket statement you have to make, of course, is that you can’t criticise this as a DnD game, and you can’t be mad at the cast for playing it in a way they think is best for them. They’re the players, Matt’s the DM, and in the end it makes no sense for them to try to make themselves act how they think the audience wants them to, and I’m sure most of the audience wouldn’t like the result anyway.

That said, there is an audience. And that’s where I see this clash coming in. As a DnD game, as long as the players and DM have all enjoyed it and been satisfied, it’s a successful game! But for us, it’s not a DnD game. For us, we’re watching a story be written in real time through the medium of an RPG. And while as a DnD game you can’t fault it, as a piece of media, I completely get why the way things have gone has sat weirdly for a lot of people.

It's not satisfying to see so many character hooks dealt with so quickly or left as an offscreen "and then you do it." If they don't want to keep playing to dive into it, absolutely, but for us who have been watching this as a story with all these character elements get so built up, it's a huge anti-climax.

Which is a lot of what this campaign has been, really.

Oh, Nott’s cursed! But through a really cool character moment that problem is completely taken care of with no consequences we see. Yay, I want her to be Veth and that was an iconic move from Jester! Still, it kind of feels like this was built up to be a big problem and at the first success it was let go... Caleb's got a really intense frightening past he tries to hide, I wonder how the Mighty Nein will respond? Oh, they found out, but it's not a difficult revelation for anyone. Looks like it's easy for them to move past it and forgive. Yeah, that's healthiest for the characters, but huh, kinda undercuts it as a storyline or point of interest. Oooh, Avantika’s back! Ah, they’ve killed her and grabbed the eye again. I mean I don’t want them to die or for Uk’otoa to be free, but I’m starting to feel like that’s not much of a threat anyway. The Traveler’s been kidnapped! Nah he hasn’t, he tried to save Jester so he was let go with no further issue, and also he wasn’t actually in any danger anyway. Oh... Cool. So... Why should I care or be worried?

And these are just the biggest ones I remember being kind of let down by. I wanted to see them STRUGGLE for the successes to have meaning. To my view, threats of failure -- real failure -- really decreased the more the campaign went on, with a few exceptions.

Because don't get me wrong, we've definitely had struggles, and those have made for some of the best moments! Molly’s death, Yasha’s kidnapping, Yeza’s imprisonment. When failures that were threatened are allowed to occur, it’s far more gratifying when it’s followed by success, because you understand that that success was actually necessary. It shows us that what they do really means something.

Honestly, that's why the final battle really shut me up, because nothing makes you quite feel stakes and failure like having two PCs die, and having a resurrection ritual fail -- AND knowing that failure would be delivered on, had it not been for a seemingly miraculous roll of the dice to turn it around. One of the greatest failure's -- Molly's death -- made the success of his resurrection put a lot of my other issues to rest immediately, because to be honest? Molly's resurrection was the biggest success of the campaign, exactly because it was originally the biggest failure.

But this episode, we got to see the other side of making threats and successes feel disappointing -- when you get the impression that success was robbed from you. Again, their characters, their choices, but to have them roll an intervention to get Molly's soul, to convince Molly to come back with his own possessions they've so loved, after so long and so many struggles... only to apparently not get Molly at all?

Changed, of course. Memories, maybe he'd never get them back, though that seems inconsistent to how the initial resurrection was played and Matt's hints. It even makes sense that not having his memories and being a bit different, he might forge a new identity, but insisting Molly was a different person entirely after such a supposed hard won success to get Molly back, especially after what his death meant to the audience and potentially healing that old wound? It robs the narrative of a LOT of catharsis, at least for me and I know many others.

Trent, too, I'm very up and down on. He was so built up -- and what fun that build up had -- and I very much disagreed with the idea that the best story would be dealing with him offscreen.

It's true that you don’t need to explicitly address, confront, or explore every big aspect of character's story hooks and background ties for PCs to move past them and grow healthily. But that does not make it a satisfying viewing experience. People quietly healing in real life is healthy. People quietly healing in an explosive fantasy setting is frustrating for the audience.

What on earth is the point of a story if you don’t get to SEE THE ESTABLISHED CONFLICTS go anywhere? A lot of the characters got distant, quiet resolutions, if that, to everything we wanted to see.

Except, we did get to see Trent. It was a really fun, inventive battle, from opening to conclusion, but much like Travelercon, much like Nott's/Veth's problem with the hag, these were things that the audience in general wanted to see be really dug into and explored, and every single one of them got, in my opinion, quickly tidied up instead. Trent got beaten in the first and only proper battle they had with him, which, after all his build up, is pretty disappointing for a villain many of us wanted to see be a big deal. It really just felt like they were trying to tidy up to get on with the epilogue, which is not what a lot of us were looking for with Trent especially.

And that's how most of their endings felt to me. It didn't feel like any of them had reached a comfortable conclusion. Literally all of them, bar Veth and Caduceus, continued on their character journey threads, without each other and very quickly. Meeting Yasha's tribe and Vandran, Caleb finally openly debating changing time for his parents, Trent and Zeenoth's trials and the changing of the guard at the Assembly... All were things it would have been so fun to have all the PCs react to and explore together, and instead they were fleeting encounters in the latter half of a seven hour finale.

Is all this, from Molly not really coming back to Trent being a finale side plot to the Nein continuing on their individual journeys, potentially realistic to how these fantastical things might go down in real life? Sure! But that's not necessarily a good thing.

Stories THRIVE on conflict and resolution. That’s what makes them FUN! Conflict isn’t nearly so fun in real life and resolutions are often frustrating question marks, so no, past a certain point I don’t WANT stories to be realistic. I want stories to be SATISFYING.

And campaign 2 has fallen far short of the mark.

I haven’t spoken... Basically a word of this for most of the campaign, because as I said I’m a firm believer that you can’t necessarily judge something until it’s over, and because I ALSO firmly believe that being negative WHILE trying to enjoy something is counterproductive. I have had no interest in spoiling or naysaying the fun of the campaign for anyone, least of all myself.

But it's done now, and all I can say is... I really have had fun. I love the characters. I love their relationships. I’m pretty okay with where they’ve ended up. I’m not mad, really, and I’m still going to think of this campaign with a lot of affection. But it hasn’t been a satisfying story, even though for a week following episode 140 I thought, despite all the brushed over story threads, it might be.

So... to try and reclaim some of that satisfaction for myself, I might ignore some aspects of the finale proper. Namely Kingsley specifically. Taliesin's choice -- but to me, it's pretty clear that who we saw at the end of 140 was Molly, and the tags on my posts will reflect that, just as my 141 tags will be for both Kingsley and Molly, for clarity's sake. I personally want to believe Molly did come back, however others might want to interpret it. The victory in 140 that meant so much to me is hollow otherwise, and it just kind of hurts that we would lose Molly after everything. I was okay with him being dead -- I'm not so okay with his resurrection being stolen.

Kingsley will always be canon, but Molly is what I choose to acknowledge. I get if you don't like that take, and that's okay! I didn't care for canon's in the end. That's the good thing about storytelling, is that no one can stop you from making your own versions.

For the people who are hopefully hyped for campaign 3, heck yeah have fun! I’m on the fence. My investment, which... I think I can objectively say was pretty substantive as this blog will attest, doesn't feel rewarded, so I’m not convinced I can faithfully keep up for over three years all over again with a strong possibility that I will once again be left disappointed. It's been a huge chunk of my life, and... yeah!

I’ll take a break, probably, view (and liveblog, if people want!) campaign 1 when I’ve had a mental stretch and vacation, and then... I might start campaign 3. I definitely won’t be able to put the same time in it I did campaign 2 (my first love no matter what), knowing that it’s likely to not be so vindicated, in the end.

I swear I’m actually writing this in fairly good humour, but I totally get its always disappointing when the people you come to for fandom enjoyment just aren't sharing your fun. Honestly I’m half tempted to write all those frigging AUs I have sitting around! But I wanted to say my piece, and try and logically outline why this ending has been lacklustre for so many people, ultimately myself included.

Episode 140 felt right because it felt like a natural conclusion -- these disparate people coming together and finally being whole, finally soothing the hurt that MADE them so long ago. Episode 141 spat on that sentiment -- they all scattered to the winds, not as happy people to live out their dreams, but as confused people chasing up loose threads towards an unknown future, with the friend they thought returned still lost to them, ultimately.

It doesn't feel like the ending we should have gotten for the Mighty Nine, who were finally, finally all together. Until they weren't. So to me? I choose to acknowledge that they were, even if I have to force it to happen post-epilogue in my head.

#critical role #cr spoilers #c2e141 #c2e140 #ramblings #long post #first time i've used that tag but i figure people should be able to block this if they want to!#molly #kingsley #trent ikithon #the mighty nein

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 3 years

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all wrapped up for you

summary: you’d do anything for your best friend, even if that means helping him buy the perfect gift for the person he truly likes.

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note from the writer: day three! make sure to check back for the next nine fics! / masterpost of the Christmas fics

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You really wished you were better at telling Anthony no. Wished you had taken up your friend’s offer to get brunch so you had an excuse to say you were busy on Saturday. Wished you weren’t so gone for him that the moment he said he needed help you didn’t clear your calendar.

Because now you were stuck helping the guy you were practically in love with buy a gift for someone else.

He showed up to your apartment half an hour earlier, before you had even gotten dressed for the day, and let himself into your apartment as if he owned the place. You couldn’t be mad, truly, because you had given him a key and it was far from the first time he had done so.

“Are you ready?” Anthony asked excitedly, making his way into your kitchen where you were putting your now empty mug in the sink. You rolled your eyes, grin tugging at your lips as you turned to face him and gestured to the baggy t-shirt and old shorts you slept in.

“Does it look like I’m ready, Beau?” You questioned teasingly, watching as he sighed dramatically with a grin that rivaled yours. A thought crossed your mind then, one that dampened your mood and you bit your lip to try and stop yourself from voicing it, but it was too little too late and suddenly you were speaking without your permission. “You must really like this girl if you’re showing up early and trying to drag me out of here.”

“Yeah, I do.” Anthony responded easily, and thankfully his back was turned as he dug through your cupboards for something to snack on so he didn’t see the way your face fell and shoulders slumped. You hurt your own feelings with that comment, the dreaminess in his words tugging at your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be his, but if you couldn't have him, you at least wanted him to be happy.

“I’m going to go change.” You murmured, and if Anthony picked on the sudden change in your tone he didn’t say anything. The time it took for you to get dressed and put the final touches on your outfit gave you the break you needed to collect yourself and your thoughts.

You knew the next few hours were going to be rough; you’d be spending time with Anthony, which you always looked forward to, but it’d come with a cost. That cost being helping him get the perfect gift for the person he had feelings for. The person who was, very clearly, not you.

“Ready?” You questioned as you emerged from your bedroom to find Anthony sitting on your couch waiting patiently. He jumped to his feet, clearly anxious to get started, and you tried your best to chase away any and all thoughts regarding your current predicament with him.

If he asked your help, then you’d give it to him.

“So, what are we thinking? Jewelry? Perfume? Shoes?” You asked the moment you entered the department store he had taken you to. Glancing up to him, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bewildered look on his face, clearly unsure of where to start.

“Is that stuff you would like?” He turned to face you, brows furrowed and for a moment he caught you off guard. This was a dangerous game, picking out stuff you would like only to have Anthony turn around and buy it for someone else. But he looked so completely lost and out of his element that you forced a tight smile and curled your hand around his bicep to lead him further into the store.

“Do you know her sizes? Shoes could be nice, or we can look at jewelry if you want it to be more romantic.” You mused, pulling him towards the shoe section to start. Even if he wanted to look for other stuff, you could still buy yourself something nice. Maybe you’d get something out of this trip other than your own hurt feelings and the confirmation that he definitely did not feel the same about it. A little retail therapy never hurt, right?

“She’s about your size, yeah.” He told you, certain in his tone despite not giving you a solid answer. You tried to stop yourself from running through the list of people Anthony hung out with that were roughly your size, but you came up short, certain that he would have told you if it was one of your mutual friends.

“Maybe we should look at perfumes, then.” You steered him away from the clothing section. If he didn’t know her exact sizes, then you didn’t want him to get her something that didn’t fit. Standing in front of the display shelf full of perfume, you getsured for Anthony to take his pick.

“Isn’t this the kind you wear?” He asked, grabbing a bottle off the shelf and spraying it. You shot him a look, unsure of why he would know that and how he was able to pick it out easily. It wasn’t as if he had smelt it and recognized it; he had picked it up off the shelf completely unprompted. Part of you wanted to melt at his words, to overthink and hurt your own feelings once more, but you shoved that part aside.

“And you know that, how?” You asked, grabbing the bottle out of his hands and putting it back on the shelf. There was absolutely no way he was going to be getting the same perfume you wore for some other girl.

“I don’t know, I’ve seen you getting ready for nights out too many times, I guess.” He said with a shrug, but you would have sworn you saw a blush on his cheeks. He turned away from you before you could be certain, and you were left standing in front of the shelf of perfume confused while Anthony wandered off to the counter full of different types of jewelry. “Jewelry is romantic, right?”

“Yeah, what are you thinking?” You confirmed, trying not to seem as defeated as you were by his choice of words. He was looking for a romantic gift, a gift that was not for you and you were helping him pick it out.

“I don’t know, what do you like?” He questioned, looking over the case of rings, bracelets, earrings and necklaces with confusion. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how lost he looked, and it was that tiny bit of pity that had you turning to look at the jewelry to pick out something you liked.

“I think those necklaces are really pretty.” You hummed, pointing out a row of beautiful gold chains with different pendants and designs. They weren’t overly gaudy but strikingly simple, and they had caught your eye almost immediately.

“The diamond ones?” Anthony questioned, looking to the rack just next to the one you had been pointing to. Shaking your head, your head, you moved closer so that the necklaces were in reach. They truly were a gift you’d love to receive, and it stung a bit that Anthony might be buying one for someone other than you.

“No, not necessarily. I don’t think the price tag matters, but maybe something a little more personal, you know?” You explained, your fingers brushing over the dainty gold chains absentmindedly. Glancing up, you noticed a far away look in his eyes as he studied you and most definitely not the jewelry you were showing him. “Beau?”

“Yeah, I got it.” Anthony said quietly, like he was having a completely different conversation that you were unaware of. You gave him a confused look, but chose not to question him. Your heart was hammering in your chest as a result of the way he was looking at you, a soft smile on his lips and a look that was too similar to adoration in his eyes. All too soon, though, his gaze drifted over your shoulder as if searching for something. “What about that?”

“A candle?” You asked, following his gaze to the section of seasonal and decorative candles. Anthony nodded, a slight flush to his cheeks as he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the jewelry and to the candles. “Beau, you asked me to come along for gift ideas but you haven’t listened to a single thing I’ve suggested.”

“Just trust me on this? I promise she’ll like this.” He assured you, though he didn’t sound all too convinced. Candles weren’t the most romantic gift, certainly not as much as the jewelry and perfume you had just been looking at, but he had the advantage of knowing who you were shopping for.

“You know, this would be a lot easier if you told me who she is. Have I met her before?” You questioned, grabbing the first candle off the shelf and smelling it. You were trying to act inconspicuous, but you were dying for information.

“Yeah, but I’m not telling you.” He said, a bashful look on his face as he avoided your gaze and examined the candles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. He must have felt the weight of your stare, because he shot you a mischievous smile that nearly knocked the wind out of you. “It’s a secret.”

“Does Barzy know?” You challenged, picking up another candle and inspecting it as a way to try and seem less interested than you were in Anthony’s love life.

“That’s not important.”

“So he does.” You stated, a victorious smile on your lips despite the way your heart raced at the thought of getting closer to finding out who had Anthony all worked up. Maybe it would be best if you didn’t know who it was, to live in blissful ignorance for a little while longer, but you had never been the best at preserving your own feelings. Hence the reason you had agreed to spend your free Saturday helping Anthony buy a gift for someone else. “Come on, why won’t you tell me?”

“How does this smell?” He dodged the question, grabbing the closest candle and holding it up to your face to get your opinion. You gave him a curious look, but otherwise dropped the subject and focused on the apple cinnamon scented candle he held.

“Here, try this one instead.” You sighed, handing him the candle you had previously been testing. With a heavy heart, you watched as he gave the candle sniff before looking to you for guidance. “Wisteria and jasmine, it’s supposed to be a romantic combination. I’m sure she’ll love that, whoever she is.”

“Yeah,” Anthony started, watching you with the same adoring look in his eyes that made your heart race. “Whoever she is.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty satisfaction as you watched Anthony hand the candle to the cashier, because even though some other girl would be getting his attention along with that gift, at least it wasn’t something entirely too romantic.

It was a few days until Anthony finally came around to your place again. He had told you that he needed to come over and give you his gift, because he was supposed to be heading back home to see his family soon and wanted you to have it before he left. Your present for him was sitting on your kitchen table, a nice leather wallet wrapped and ready to be exchanged, and when he finally knocked on your door you jumped to your feet to let him in.

He was nervous, you could tell from the way that he knocked instead of letting himself in and how he rushed past you with little more than a quiet ‘hello’ and a kiss pressed to your forehead. With a furrowed brow, you shut your apartment door and followed after him into your living room, where instead of making himself at home on your couch like he usually did, he was pacing the length of the room.

“Beau, are you alright?” He stopped at the sound of your voice, and spun to face you a little too quickly. He didn’t say anything at first, just dragged his hand through his hair and nodded despite looking anything but alright.

“Here’s your present.” He blurted, holding out a wide, flat box. Definitely not a candle. It was evident that he had wrapped it himself, you could see how much tape he used and how the folds were less than neat, but you smiled happily all the same.

“Let me go get your gift, and we can open them together—” You started, but Anthony shook his head quickly to shoot down the idea.

“No, you need to open yours first.” He said decidedly. You didn’t put up an argument, and instead took the box he was extending towards you and settling down on the couch. Anthony stayed standing, and you tried not to let that unnerve you, but something was going on with him.

After unwrapping the present, you opened the lid of the box to find a familiar blue and orange jersey inside. With a chuckle, you lifted the fabric up to better read the name and number on the back of the jersey. Beavullier, number eighteen. It was a running joke between the two of you, that somehow you, his good luck charm, didn’t even own one of his jerseys.

“Thanks, Beau.” You smiled genuinely, but before Anthony could say anything in response your gaze caught on something else in the box with the jersey. It was a smaller, black box that you instantly recognized as one for jewelry. Your breath caught in your throat and you glanced up to Anthony, but he was just watching you with a nearly unreadable look in his eyes.

You opened the box, a shocked grin instantly making its way onto your face as you saw the dainty gold chain and the tiny circular pendant of the necklace. You remembered it as one of the necklaces you had pointed out to him in the department store.

“You said personal.” Anthony said quietly as you brushed the pad of your finger across the lowercase ‘a’ engraved on the pendant. You felt your heart skip three beats at the realization of what the ‘a’ meant. It was for Anthony. He was giving you a necklace with his initial on it.

And he had you convinced that he was terrible at buying romantic gifts.

“Yeah, I did.” You replied just as quietly, carefully setting the boxes on the coffee table before standing and crossing the short distance to where he was standing in your living room anxiously. “Who is the other girl, Beau?”

“There isn’t another girl. Never was, never will be.” He confessed, his hands slowly finding purchase on your waist as you stepped closer to him with each word that passed his lips. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but a thin veil of confusion still covered you. Regardless, your hands fell to his chest, and you could feel the rapid beat of his own heart under your palm.

“Why’d you buy the candle that day, then?” You questioned, because for the past few days you had done nothing but think about how he bought another gift for another girl. Anthony smiled sheepishly, ducking his head slightly in nerves.

“I couldn’t exactly buy your gift with you right there, now could I?” He explained and you couldn’t help the chuckle that fell past your lips then at his comment.

“What’d you do with it?” You were teasing him then, simply bidding time until the conversation that you felt was inevitable came. The one where you finally told Anthony how you felt, the one where he, hopefully, said he felt the same.

“Gave it to Barzy. He really appreciated you picking out the scent, by the way. Said it was exactly what he was looking for.�� He mumbled, his head dropping lower and lower in search of a kiss you wouldn’t hesitate to give him. He was teasing, buying time for you to pull back but you stayed still, tilting your chin up slightly in a bid to get him to finally connect your lips.

“Well, tell him I said you’re welcome.” You grinned, shaking your head in mirth at their close friendship. It was then that Anthony closed the gap between you and him, your hands moving of their own accord to hold his face as he kissed you with everything he had. It was a little dizzying, to finally have his lips on yours after so long spent dreaming of this moment. Even when you pulled back ever so slightly to breathe, it was clear both of you had smiles that would last for days.

“Besides, I needed to take you shopping to see what you liked. Pretty smart, eh?” He grinned, clearly proud of himself. You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment, but he only tugged you closer to him until you were flush against his front.

“Beau, I’ve spent the past week and a half thinking you had feelings for someone else. You could have played it a little smarter.” You teased, shifting so your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck. His expression flickered then, to one a bit more serious and he was looking at you with a sincerity in his eyes that would have made you melt, if his kiss hadn’t already done so.

“So, you like me too?” He questioned, and though his wording felt a little juvenile you nodded honestly, your gaze shifting to match his.

“Wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t.” You told him, tilting your chin up in search of another kiss that Anthony wasted no time in giving you. “And I definitely wouldn’t have done it again.”

“Do you want to put on the necklace? I want to see you with my initial.” He commented, a little cheekily but mostly happily. You nodded, slowly slipping from his arms to pick up the box you had set on the coffee table. With a sly smile of your own, you asked;

“Help me put it on?”

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

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luxwritesfanfic · 3 years

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Definitely Not Your Color

In true Sherlock fashion, he shows you exactly why green isn’t his color. Or, the one where reader can read auras and Sherlock is going through it at the sight of her new friend. AU!Bucky makes an appearance because I can’t live without him. Enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

You were stood off to the side of the crime scene recounting your conversation with the last witness of the night. There had been yet another murder and Lestrade had requested Sherlock’s help for what seemed to be a serial killer in the making. Two murders in less than a week and Sherlock was thrilled and it was easy to tell. An array of yellows and subtle oranges surrounded him, engulfed him, as he explained how vacant Scotland Yard truly could be and how quickly he had figured out the killer’s M.O. He shined like the sun, and you swore you saw tendrils of sunlight shoot off of his fingers as he analyzed every aspect of the scene before him. All confidence, he paraded around the crime scene in a way you knew so well, pointing out things that even after working with him for months that you wouldn’t of picked up on. He was happy to be working again, to be playing, no, winning the game once more.

You were thankful no one else saw his colors like you did. Because as sure as you were that he was what they meant when they said, “let there be light!”, you were sure that others would gravitate towards him even more until it got to a point that there was so much in between the two of you that you would only be able to see his shine from between the cracks of other people.

Pulling you out of your thoughts of Sherlock and things that you couldn’t control, you turned your head at the sound of someone’s throat clearing.

“He’s seriously brilliant.” An officer who you hadn’t recognized before stood behind you, holding his cap in his hands and drumming his fingers along the rim. He looked past you to where Sherlock and John were, a laugh slipped out from under his breath. “Makes it look so easy.”

Your lips twitched at the statement, a warmth you knew too well for your liking spreading around you. If anyone else could see you, really see you, you’d surely be figured out. Sherlock Holmes was a great man, you were sure of it. He was as intelligent as they came and as handsome as the devil, and sure— sometimes he could be rude, and maybe a little ignorant, and sometimes you really wanted to slap the smirk off of his face when playing Cluedo (Because, Sherlock, it can’t be the victim!) but you wouldn’t change him.

They told you not to stare at the sun but you couldn’t help it. You needed to see what was really there because you refused to believe that a man who couldn’t feel a thing made the world look that vivid. You were the moth and he was the flame and if that meant dying a painful death just to bask in everything that he was, so be it. Evidently, there were worse ways to die.

Stealing one last glance like you couldn’t help yourself, you shoved your notebook and pen in your purse and made your way back to your conversation.

“He really is. You’re new, right? Lestrade mentioned he had some new guys joining the force. Can’t say you didn’t have an interesting first week.” You wanted to lighten the mood as much as you could because you knew this wasn’t an easy crime to see. You still couldn’t look at the body too long yourself without feeling the black sit heavy in your stomach.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I can handle it.” As if he read your mind, he gave you a warm smile and nodded. “My father, he, uh, he was an officer as well. Started me with the bad stuff early. Said it would give me a little more character and a lot more advantage. There’s not too much that can scare me away, I don’t think.”

You returned his smile. He was a cool blue, and it matched his eyes perfectly. It looked good on him, you decided. “Good. London needs all the help that we can get. Oh- I’m Y/N, by the way! I work with Sherlock and John sometimes. I’m not a genius or a doctor but I can take damn good notes.” And at that you both laughed, as he reassured you that the boys would have nothing to study from if it wasn’t for you. In turn it made you laugh even harder when you realized he hadn’t got the chance to see Sherlock visit his Mind Palace yet, where everything you could offer him he already had.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m James, but I hardly ever use my government if I don’t have to. Please, call me Bucky.” He reached his hand out to you and shook yours, that boyish smile never leaving his lips. From behind you, you could tell subconsciously that it had gotten significantly darker. Like a light had went out. You didn’t think enough of it to turn around and investigate it.

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You found it was easy to talk to Bucky and you had more things in common than you could have expected. He was polite and seemed to have seriously believed that you were an integral part of the team that he needed to get to know. You appreciated his kindness and how friendly he was, and it seemed like more than anything he was grateful you were giving him a chance to belong. You couldn’t figure out why.

It just so happens that from the angle you were looking, you saw Sherlock’s shoes before you saw his face. It looked like moss had grown through the concrete and saturated him so thoroughly that you thought he wouldn’t soon be able to move. It made you uneasy how sickly the green made him look. You had never seen this color on him before.

“If I knew all you were going to do was stand around and disregard everything I say, I would have brought Molly instead. She listens. Intently.” Sherlock spat and cut his eyes at you before looking to Bucky and giving him a once over before digging in.

“Generally, they say to try again and again if you fail. I would think that wouldn’t apply to something like the police academy. Third, no... fourth times the charm as they say?” The green fog spilled out of Sherlock’s mouth and continued to cover him, wrapping so tightly around his body that you thought he might have trouble breathing. Even though you were standing a few good feet away from him, you could feel how heavy the fog had made you, and you worried for Sherlock as it encompassed him. You almost made to reach for him because you were afraid you’d lose him under all the smoke.

“You’re a favored drop out who still lives with his mother, no, father. That’s where the drinking problem comes from I assume? One failed relationship too many and now suddenly your calling is keeping the streets clean of the people you used to run them with. Now, I know Lestrade has horrible taste when it comes to putting together a team but tell me, how did he get so lucky as to stumble across you? It can’t be the... no wait, it is because of-“

“Sherlock!” You say exasperatedly, looking at him like he’s he’s got three heads when you can’t even see the one he’s got as it is. He is solid and dark and lost in this feeling that you can’t name and he’s not him. Well, he is him, but weighed down so much by whatever he’s trying to carry through that you can’t imagine he’s acting this hateful for no reason. You refuse to believe it.

Bucky sighed and somehow still managed to twitch his lips upwards, a ghost of the grin he wore before. “Well, Mr. Holmes, you are what they say you are. Brilliant for sure. Hell, you haven’t even spoken a word to me prior and you know my life.” You were shocked to see Bucky’s reaction, most people would of blacked out on Sherlock for an outburst like that and this one definitely warranted it. “You’re right, about all of those things. I guess I’m just trying to play the best game I can with the hand I was dealt. I’m not one for feeling sorry for myself.” He straightened up and fastened his cap back on as he caught eyes with Lestrade and returned a knowing nod.

Turning to you, Bucky grinned as if it never phased him, like he had grown used to being talked down on. The blue never left him and that made you happy. You didn’t want him to feel bad.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I look forward to speaking with you again. Mr. Holmes.” With that, he bid you both a good night and headed towards his team.

“Sherlock,” you murmured when you turned back to face him. The fog was so dark that you couldn’t make out his features anymore. You felt the fear creeping up your neck while you were trying to figure out what was so wrong with him. “What’s wrong with you? I figured you’d be happy that you practically solved the case...?”

You saw it, he had been happy. And then you remembered his earlier comment about Molly. Maybe he wished she was here instead to celebrate his win with him.

“Listen... if this is about Molly, you know you can always ask her to tag along instead. I don’t want you to feel... obligated to invite me. She’s probably more useful in a situation like this anyway.”

You felt yourself internally deflate as you spoke, but you were able to make out Sherlock’s face once more under the city lights. The green began to thin out. He must’ve been relieved at your confession, you thought.

Sherlock visibly tensed for a second before quickly masking it under an air of nonchalance.

“I could care less about Molly or what she’s good for. All I care about is the work and that it gets done. You know that.”

You watched as time passed and you could start seeing more of him. You realized you’d been holding your breath for some time waiting for the green to dissipate and set your detective free. Sherlock was back with you, and whatever feeling tried to take him away from you was lost now. That’s all that mattered.

And, of course, because there were still pressing matters to finish attending to, your moment with Sherlock didn’t last long. You swore something had changed within him. Something you couldn’t name just yet.

You weren’t totally quite convinced that whatever had happened between you two back there wasn’t about Molly, or some strange feeling that Sherlock was having that he’d surely never talk about. Even still you continued to follow after him wherever he asked you to go, as he still always asked you to go.

And if he happened to stand a little closer to you the next time you worked alongside Scotland Yard, you were none the wiser.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Final Hours pt. 2: The Illusion

synopsis: Living life at the House of the Children of the Star is supposed to be safe and comforting. So why can’t you shake this feeling that you’re not even close to being safe?

word count: 1808

tw: rough sex, breeding, curse words, nsfw

a/n: I absolutely lied. I’m not done writing for Geto. I’ve got about ten years of silence and material I can work off of. Well, that implies... that I don’t hop on the Naoya train.

You turn your head at the sound of water splashing in the bathtub, listening to a babbling Renji and Suguru playing around in the bubble-water. It was undoubtedly adorable seeing the soft side Renji pulled out of the curse user these days, especially now that he was wanted and - in an effort to protect what he had built - ruthless.

But even his lack of tenderness with those outside of his small circle (you, Renji, Mimiko, and Nanako) had a purpose. This purpose would be re-explained to you every so often, whispered to Renji when he was asleep, and seared into the brains of those who followed him. You saw the countless evenings he spent thinking, in meetings, consuming curses… You originally thought it would wear him down faster than Jujutsu Tech had, but he only seemed to grow more powerful with every passing day.

“All done,” Suguru announces, producing a towel-wrapped Renji with a wide smile. “Now we can get you settled in for bed.” Fatherhood is good for him, you think before smiling back and holding your arms out for the giggling child. Mimiko and Nanako could be heard playing around in the hallways, no doubt testing each other’s patience with a game of tag. But you don’t mind. Nothing really bothers you anymore. At least, that’s the way you wished it were.

When you place Renji down in the crib littered with beautiful blankets and stuffed animals, the nagging feeling returns. This is all an illusion, something whispers to you, but you push the feeling away. You've gotten better at doing that lately: ignoring the sinking feeling in your gut at dinner or the tiny twinge of fear you felt at night when everyone was asleep. After you tuck Renji in, you turn to Suguru, who waited patiently for you to join him in your shared bedroom.

When he swipes a hand over your shoulder and presses his thumbs into your upper back, you relax into his touch, allowing him to strip you of the tension in your body. “It’s perfect…” he whispers behind you, and you desperately want to agree; you really do. But you keep your mouth shut, knowing that any argument would be lost the moment he set his lips to your skin or smoothed his hands over your hips. “I love it here.”

“I know,” you answer softly, and his hands still on your back.

“Do you… like it?” The hurt in his voice is evident.

“I love it,” you lie easily, trying to convince yourself that you do love it here; the children are safe, you’re safe, and no one would dare cross Suguru to get to either you or the children.

Except Satoru and Shoko. The remembrance of the two sorcerers puts you on edge again, and a shudder passes through you. You don’t even step foot out of the House for fear of them finding you and taking a sledgehammer to what Suguru carefully crafted as a safe haven.

“And I love you,” Suguru whispers, bringing you back to the present. “Mother of my children, tune to my song, blood in my veins…”

“You’re only waxing poetic because you want something from me.” The observation earns a low chuckle from him, and he smooths his fingers over your hips, making them jerk forward a little. “Just say it.”

“I want another child with you,” he murmurs, fingers splayed across your belly. “I want to have a family full of sorcerer--”

“Will this family get rid of all the non-sorcerers in the world?” The thought that any child of yours would have the capacity - of be forced - to murder makes you sick to your stomach. “Is that why you want so many children?” You’re not sure what caused you to snap, but it’s obviously caught Suguru off guard.

“Watch your mouth.” The command is emphasized by one of his hands grabbing your chin from behind. “Do you think I won’t have completed my goal before we grow our family? I have enough power to do this without their help. Our children won’t have to lift a single finger,” he hisses into your ear, taking care to lower his voice so as to not disturb Renji.

“You really see me as some sort of breeding cow, don’t you?” Suguru lets go of your chin and shuts the door to your room, and you prepare for an argument. But instead of turning to you and pointing a finger before beginning to raise his voice, he grabs your chin again, and walks you back against the wall. You stare him down, not one to back down from a fight. But he doesn’t say a word when he presses his lips against yours, roughly pushing a hand under your shirt and grabbing a breast.

“You think I see you as a cow, hmm?” You exhale shakily, daring to jut your chin out a little in defiance. You knew this game: he would soften you up with a show of dominance, tease out your submissive side, and you’d crumble into his arms and give him just what he wanted. But tonight, you won’t go down without a fight.

Yes, of course you want to give in. You want him to touch you and drive you senseless, but not at the cost of bodily autonomy.

“Yeah,” you answer confidently, feeling his fingers slip down your stomach.

“You’d be sorely mistaken, then.” His lips press against your cheek and heat pools between your legs. Fuck. You curse yourself mentally, angry your body was reacting exactly how you knew it would. “I worship you, kitten. Shit, your body is a mere fraction of what I see when I look at you.” The admission makes you look into his eyes, but you see no trickery there. His grip on your chin slackens, and that same hand falls to your waist as he trails his lips down your neck, pausing to suck on the tender flesh. “You’re more than just a mother, y/n… You know that,” he murmurs against your shoulder, and you shiver under his touch.

Suguru hoists you up easily and takes you to the bed, pinning you underneath him as he presses his lips against yours once more. “Do I have permission to make love to you?” The request is whispered against one of your wrists, and you shiver again as his lips press against that spot, too. Your throat dries up and you swallow hard, trying to form the words you want to say, and when his black eyes flick down to yours, his gaze is hard and unwavering like a stone. “Or should I fuck you like the cow you assume I see you as?”

“Fuck me,” you blurt, and Suguru’s hands instantly duck beneath the hem of your long skirt, pushing it up around your waist. Without warning, he tears at your underwear - another pair gone - and pushes your knees back forcefully.

It isn’t long before you see his pants drop over the side of the bed and feel his fingers probe angrily at your entrance. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks breathily, extending one of your legs back sharply. The question is rhetorical; he’s obviously going to fuck you regardless. You nod anyways, and he presses into you. The pain is sharp and undeniable, but as you open your mouth to cry out, Suguru pushes a hand against it. “Shut the fuck up.” You feel the urge to struggle as he moves inside of you as you’re not wet enough. But he stops mid-stroke and lubricates himself with a trail of spit before working himself back into you. “That’s a good girl… lay there and take it.”

You whimper around his hand, but he doesn’t relent while he pushes into you with force. Suguru seems to be enjoying the view, but you aren’t allowed to lay on your back for much longer. When his cock slips free and his hand comes off of your mouth, there’s a moment where the air rushes into you, but that’s quickly overshadowed by Suguru moving you sideways across the bed, your head dangling off the edge precariously.

“Open,” he commands, and you obediently open your mouth for him to insert his rock hard cock. You can’t take much upside-down, but Suguru definitely tries to shove his entire length down your throat. When you reach your limit, you slap a hand against his thigh, trying to push him off, but he grunts and removes your fingers easily. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He places his large hands on your tits as an anchor before moving back and forth and fucking your face.

You don’t know how to cope. While he invades your mouth, the sorcerer above you takes your ankle and stretches your other leg back, placing your big toe in his mouth. His tongue wraps around the digit with ease before he moves to the other toes, sucking on them without a care in the world. You want to yell, scream at him that it’s all too much, but you can’t. Not with his cock stuffed in your mouth. And when his other hand comes off of your breast to play with your cunt, you’re done for.

You practically lose yourself as all of the sensations come to a head, damn near evaporating into the air. When it’s over, though, his mouth lifts off of your foot, his cock slides out of your mouth, and his fingers leave you. You pant eagerly, wanting more, but he moves to the other side of the bed, pressing a knee against the mattress and pulling you to the other side.

When he enters you again, you claw at his back, still sensitive from your orgasm. “Su, my god!”

“Hush,” he claps a hand over your mouth again, raising a brow at your exclamation while he ruts into you. “I won’t have you waking Renji. If you wake him…” He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. You know whatever it is won’t be good.

Suguru continues to pump into you at an increasing speed, his face scrunching up like he’s about to cum. “Su, please…” you whine against his palm and that’s all it takes for him.

“Fuck!” The exclamation is followed by a warm feeling in your pussy that flows out as he continues to move inside of you, not stopping for a second to catch his breath. Somehow, he still has the stamina to continue moving as he pushes cum out of you. Then he picks up his speed again, moaning louder than before and removing his hand from your mouth. You whimper, and he looks down at you instantly. “We’re not even close to finished, y/n. You want me to fuck you like a cow? That’s exactly what I’m about to fucking do.”

#jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #jjk smut

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serendipitystyles · 4 years

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WIP Folder Tag

thank you miss jill @havethetimeofyourstyles for tagging me!!!! i have so many wips and i haven’t worked on some of them in MONTHS but i’ll list them anyway!!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and i’ll post a snipped of it or tell you something about it!

A Second Chance Well Deserved - peter parker x reader

Currently Unnamed Piece - Heartbroken!Reader x Best Friend!Harry Styles

Currently Unnamed Piece - Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Currently Unnamed Piece - Photographer!Reader x Harry Styles

Rumor - Harry Styles x Reader

The Guessing Game They Love To Play - Tattoo Artist!Reader x Harry Styles

Treat You Better - Tom Holland x Reader

i’m gonna tag a few of the lovelies!! (if you’ve already done this or just don’t want to, feel free to ignore this!!)

@wearethedreamrry, @taintedwonder, @spidey-reids-2003, @peeterparkr, @froggystyles, @sunflowers-styles, @tbslenthusiast + anyone else who wants to do this!!!!

#tag games #tagged

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faejilly · 2 years

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WIP Game

so @mirrorofliterature tagged me in the truly lovely 20 First Lines meme, but I haven’t actually posted more than like four things since the last time I did that one, however many weeks/months/years ago that was, so I’m going to tweak it, and combine it with the WIP game that’s perennially wandering around.

Rules: Post the (title) and “first line” of all the files in your WIP folder. Let people send you an ask with the # that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

*Some of my numbers have multiple entries because they’re separate files but they’re supposed to be the same fic. Or were. Or might be. Or something like that.

Anyone who’s interested can feel free to either do this version or the usual title version and do please blame/tag me! (Normal Rules For Copy-Pasta if Desired: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs) and no way in all seven hells am I tagging 20-30+ people, SO: no pressure tagging: @arialerendeair @twistedsinews @shadoedseptmbr @leahazel & @elfyourmother but only if you’d like.

And behind a cut because I kept clipping more than just the first line because I’m weak and also sometimes my first line is legit kind of a paragraph. 😅

1. (Alessandra epilogue)

“It had been twenty years.”

2. (After Arrival)

“If I had to do it over, I’d do the exact same thing. What does that make me?”

“Alive.”

3. (Weaver 5+1)

"Commander!" The Captain raises his voice, and the woman across the mess turns, approaches, fires off a picture perfect salute. Anderson returns it, turns toward Alenko. "I want you to meet someone."

4. (oats or lily?)

"So what was the wedding like?" Isabela leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on the low table in front of her, the heels of her boots making a lovely soft thump against the wood.

5. (Untitled)

Jasper had been quite honored to realize he was assigned to the Princess of Arland herself. The Princesses were always such lovely guests, dutiful but seldom dull, young and hopeful and exactly the sort of people Katyia had most wanted to help.

*6. (priest!kink theology?)

It begins with a prayer.

(priest!kink failing to be pwp)

Demons don't test the New York Institute.

7. (rather a rose than live forever)

The first time Magnus Bane met the High Warlock of Manhattan it was during his "travels", the two years after graduating from the Academy when most Nephilim wandered from Institute to Institute, seeing how things were done differently around the world, how they were still so often the same, learning about all the things you couldn't see in a classroom.

*8. (clizzy epilogues)

Even 3am doesn't offer any relief from the weather.

Izzy knows she shouldn't go to Clary's art shows. But Jace went to the last one, and had seemed to feel better afterwards, and Izzy would like that, to feel better.

9. (2x20 aftermath/date night/pandemonium porn)

Magnus' phone buzzes, off and on in a syncopated rhythm, hard enough it seems to be dancing across the coffee table, sudden enough Alec startles and pulls back until he's sitting on the other side of the sofa rather than draped pleasantly across Magnus.

*10. (wing!fic)

“Alec.” Alec can hear his own voice has gone breathless as he introduces himself to Magnus Bane, can feel himself smile, and he doesn’t have a fucking clue what his face is doing but he can’t stop it, he’s just…

He’s flaring his wings.

(wing fic deruning sprint)

There was a side effect to deruning a Shadowhunter.

*11. (fake hating CUTS)

Alec's parents are offended by the terms of surrender the Edomai offer.

vs.

(fake!hating)

"No." Jace snarled, stalked away from the table towards the window, ignored the soft sigh behind him. "I won't let you."

12. (fall fright fest (practical magic au))

When the sun rose, Camille was gone, and Magnus made himself let go of his blankets.

13. (owl!alec)

Jace has nightmares.

14. (all the stories are true)

Once upon a time, they say. All the stories are true, they say.

Even the ones you wish weren't.

15. (Alec something or other)

From Maryse he learned how to think and talk like a Seelie, how to never lie, and yet never give the truth away.

16. (procedural-ish)

The first time Magnus Bane saw Alexander Lightwood he was half in shadows, dusty light coming through dirty windows only hinting at the shape of broad shoulders and a mess of thick dark hair adding an extra uneven inch to an already impressive height.

*17. (rubbish heap)

She's so beautiful.

Alec hated vid-conference calls.

Magnus took, a scrape of his teeth along Alec’s jaw, his hands on Alec’s belt, a hard push of his chest to hold Alec in place when Alec leaned forward into Magnus’ touch.

Alec has to figure out what to do with all the flowers.

Alec grinned across the courtyard at Jace, exchanged quick glances with Izzy and Clary.

18. (kisses (firsts))

The first time Alec sees Magnus put his make-up on by hand, it feels like a revelation.

*19. (mermay 2: and wishing is having)

Magnus wakes some time in the middle of the night.

(mermay 3)

He starts research Sea Magic, trading and borrowing and visiting the Spiral Labyrinth to dig through the archives.

(mermay 4)

“He has my Heart.”

*20. (iafy 18)

Alec loved this damn bathtub.

(iafy 19)

from: [email protected] (Raphael Santiago) cc: [Lightwood-Bane List]

21. (soulmate 6+)

It was beyond strange to just walk up to the New York Institute.

*22. (arranged marriage WIP)

Alec has always carried the weight of his family's expectations.

Even in the packet the Spiral Labyrinth had sent over, all double-speak and false modesty and carefully crafted turns of phrase, it was clear Magnus Bane was the best of the available options to replace the retiring Head Warlock.

Magnus had made it a point to get to the Hunter's Moon a little early, so he could ask Maia her opinion on the Lightwoods in general and his-- and Alec in particular, but apparently he wasn't early enough.

23. (this dream is climbing sky)

That first night they lost themselves in each other, in the Forest, in magic washing over and through them.

And I’m stopping there, even though I do have about ten or so more files, because they’re either very rough prompts that don’t even have proper sentences yet, or they’ve been put into the WNIP folder, aka works-not-in-progress because almost two dozen is already too much for my poor brain after all 🤣😅😭

CONCLUSIONS:

I am either (trying to be) very pithy or I do go on, don’t I? Very little in between. Clearly character focused rather than anything else, though there’s some worldbuilding heavy lifting in some of those AU options. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad? Probably depends on how the rest of the fic goes, and I’m quite sure some of those will be drastically different if/when they ever actually get posted.

Questions? Comments? PROMPTS OR DESPAIR TO SHARE? idek anymore guys, have I mentioned lately that brains are weird?

#mirrorofliterature #writing memery #wip game #20 first lines #only not #jilly spam #on writing

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procrastinatorproject · 3 years

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Fic writer review, thank you to @thelaithlyworm for the tag <3

how many works do you have on AO3?

Ten? Oh no, it’s actualy 12 now!

what’s your total AO3 word count?

86,468

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Grand total of 1: Star Trek: Picard - although my latest offering might branch a bit into other Trek as well.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

“Passengers”

“And a Barrel of Gagh”

“CMO’s Log”

“Preparations”

“Game Night”

Which is actually kinda interesting. I wrote Passengers, Preparations, and Game Night while the fandom was still a lot more active (especially in the Aramis in Space corner), so that makes sense. The CMO’s log has had chapters added every few months, giving it probably the most exposure of any of my fics. Barrel of Gagh, though? I think I’m gonna attribute that to Thimblerig turning it into a truly, TRULY brilliant piece of podfic. Also the fact that it’s whump involving a character played by Santiago Cabrera. ‘tis A Thing..... :D

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try to! I love talking with people in the comments and just... thanking the people who found the time and energy to leave comments. But especially in the last few months I have gotten very bad at keeping up with the comments and now there’s about two dozen that I have neglected to reply to for a painfully long time 🙈

But I will get there! Because I love that kind of interaction!

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

So far, none of them have had angsty endings. Angsty middles, yes, but not endings. I’m just a sucker for everyone being happy in the end. Or at least on the way to being better, and supported and cared for on that way.

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t yet, but I’m definitely not opposed. One of the threads of my 200k unpublishable whump scenes takes place in a continuity that has existed in my daydreams for... I wanna say six years at the very least, probably longer. It’s mostly straight-up Star Trek, but with the twist that it involves the Wraith, the telepathic, hive-minded alien race from Stargate: Atlantis that suck the life force out of you with their hands? Or, well, at least a variation thereof.

I once typed up the world building for that particular setting and it took me three hours to try and make it all make sense. So it’s... involved. But not necessarily “crazy”. And I’m not sure I’m ever actually going to publish any of the stories I have set in it (not least because that would envolve finishing any of them and bringing them into a form that is interesting to read for anyone but me...)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

Hm, not yet. I do enjoy reading smut, but only under very specific circumstances. I think I may eventually try my hand at smut, but the inner prude is still very strong. Writing about Rios and Xyr making out (which, honestly, was really tame, all things considered) made me melt in a puddle of blushing embarrassment, so full-on smut is probably beyond me at the moment. One day!

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Though litigating that in a fandom like ours would be... tricky. ST:Pic is way too small to steal stories outright. But similar or the same ideas pop up all the time. And it’s a complete coincidence. Reading the book that recently came out and that has a kinda similar setting to a lot of my stories (pre-season 1, early in Rios’s history as captain of Sirena, dealing with original characters, holo shenanigans, friendship with Raffi, etc.), I was struck by just how many elements, both scenes or story beats and little details, were similar to things that have cropped up in my writing. And it is entirely coincidental, because I am beyond certain that the author doesn’t read fanfic. Just... for legal reasons. Not to mention I wrote a bunch of the things I saw parallels to while the book was already in production, and some of them are only in my drafts.

So there is a ton of convergent evolution going on in this particular section of the fandom, and trying to litigate who came up with certain plot ideas or character beats when would be a sysiphean disaster. Some things are clear and whenever I use any of them I give credit where I can, but people will have very similar ideas. It just happens. So no, I haven’t had either a full-on story or “an idea” stolen, and I might change my tune if it ever does happen, but so far, I’m trying to practice equanimity, so I’ll be better at it should I ever need it.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Sadly no. My dad keeps complaining that all my fic is in English so he can’t read any of it, but honestly? I’m kinda glad for this very convenient excuse. Maybe if I ever feel like I want to practice my interpreting skills, I will give translating the stories into German a shot. We’ll see. Otherwise, if anyone feels inspired: Have at it! Just let me know, okay?

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not quite. I have a draft of off-the-cuff worldbuilding that I wrote on Discord with @curator-on-ao3 and that I would love to turn into an actual short fic (letters from a conference on holo-ethics), but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t really do shipping.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I WILL NEVER ACCEPT DEFEAT!!!! One day, I will write the next installment of Star Trek: La Sirena! I have so many ideas for that continuity and those characters. I’m not going to abandon them!

what are your writing strengths?

Hmmmmm. Probably detailed worldbuilding? Ask me something about, say, a technological or cultural aspect of Star Trek and chances are, I have thought about it in the past or will come up with three different sets of intricate lore within half an hour. (Things like... the architecture of San Francisco, or Will there still be taxi drivers? or the treaty between IKEA Intergalactic and the Borg Collective, or the Universal Translator, or Emergency Services or Why There Are Very Few Ambulances On Earth Anymore etceterah etceterah...)

I’m also good at slapping together off-the-cuff plot ideas (if, say, you need an explanation for how Seven and Agnes ended up stranded on a desert island, I could probably give you three different scenarios pretty quickly. Just don’t ask me to make them poignant or actually write them.

I’m also very, very good at beginnings.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Everything that isn’t a beginning. Especially endings, or rather: finishing something, but also just... keeping momentum.

I think my dialogue is somewhat samey and not distinct enough between characters. (Also my witty banter is... let’s just say it doesn’t come to me naturally...)

And I also struggle with keeping things brief and to the point. I can write you 30k of whump covering a span of three hours, but fitting a whole story in the same space? Much more difficult!

I have also avoided writing full-on action so far, but where it has crept in it has always been a struggle and been workshopped a lot with the indefatigable beta.

Otherwise, I don’t know. My self-perception is always a little warped, so I’m not sure what other people would say my weaknesses are.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Oof. Well. I have used Spanish sentences in my fic and done the thing where they’re translated in the end note, but I’ve mostly done it sparingly. I’ve also done the ‘“What do you want?” he said in Spanish.’ It’s tricky. But I will likely keep doing it in some instances, even if it’s a bit annoying.

(It also really helps to have a native speaker of Spanish as a beta, even if it’s Spanish from a different region than you’re character.)

Speaking of regional: I’m also torn about the whole “phonetically writing out accents” issue. Some people love it, some people hate it, I’m really unsure because I’m not a native speaker of English, so I’m not even sure I’m consistent in my narrative voice’s regional quirks. So far, I’ve mostly gone with describing that an accent is happening, and only writing out when phrasing actually differs from standard English. Like Ian (Scottish) saying “dinnae” but not writing “I” as “ah” as you’d see on, say, Scottish twitter.

Though it can be a very useful tool if, for instance, you want to indicate a characters accent getting stronger as they get tired or upset. 🧐

Anyway, I don’t think there is one right or wrong answer here and everyones milage will vary.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Published? ST:PIC

Actually first? Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Pretty much simultaneously, though I did write more for LotR. On graph paper, mind, with my fountain pen turned upside down so I could write smaller. I still have folders worth of those stories that I urgently need to digitize before they fade and I lose them forever...

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m going to quote @thelaithlyworm here: I Love All My Children Equally! I honestly couldn’t say. They are different and I love them for different reasons but I love them all.

Thank you for the tag! ❤ I’ve kinda lost track of who all has done this already or has already been tagged, so feel free to ignore me! But I tink I’m tagging @curator-on-ao3, @aini-nufire, @29-pieces, @flowers-creativity, @highfunctioningflailgirl, @cristobalrios and @the-goofball. And anyone else whom I forgot or who feels inspired to do this!

#ask meme #writing #lili's writing adventures #this was fun!

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goldenshoyo · 4 years

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Golden - Bokuto Koutaro

Authors note: This is a sequel to “Falling Slowly”. The song is “Golden,” by Harry Styles (my all time fav ofc <3).

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff and a lot of angst

Part 1

Hey! -

One hundred and thirty three days have passed since you kicked Bokuto out of your apartment late after hearing him moaning her name. Taking that number and multiplying it by about five would give you the amount of times Bokuto has texted you, called you, oh and he even sent a poorly written email once too. That’s what made you reply. The broken little email, that was so clearly a desperate attempt to reach you.

“Please, just get lunch with me so I can explain. Please, ----.... I need you.”

You doubted he needed you, but that tugged at your heart. Part of you even wondered if a friend had suggested him emailing you instead of texting you a bunch like before. It was unlike him. Even the phrasing was off. He was clearly desperate. You called him and the excitement in his voice was too pure to be faked. You missed his warm tone, the joy in his words, and him. You just missed him.

“Hey!” his voice grabs your attention and you look up at him. He has dark circles under his eyes, and you wonder if he’s brushed his hair. It’s not even styled like normal. Instead sort-of flat against his head.

“Hey,” you say back without an indication of any emotion. You’re not sure what he wants. You’re not sure what you want. But, here you are at the foodcourt with him as he stands awkwardly over your table. “How have you been?”

Bokuto tried to play it off like he was okay. His laugh wasn’t the same. You knew it, but you continued to let him talk all the same.

Golden, golden, golden As I open my eyes Hold it, focus, hoping Take me back to the light -

“I miss you, like a lot.”

You bite your bottom lip hard, keeping back the swarm of emotions hitting you at once, looking down at your knees and your fingers gripping them to steady yourself in your seat. Your chest tightens, your eyes hurt, you want to run to the bathroom to throw up. However, you can’t move. It’s like the three little words have torn you apart cell by cell, stunning you. The tears hit your stiffened thighs before you realize you’re crying.

You finally move, your hand wiping the tears gathering under your eyes. “I have too,” you tell him, finally looking up.

His eyes are glassy now, too. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you whisper softly. He reaches out, one hand covering your knee warming your already burning skin. “It’s okay,” you wipe the remainder of the tears with the sleeve of your shirt then take a deep breath. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t be what you needed.”

Something breaks inside of you as you finally verbalize the thoughts you’ve had for the last four and a half months. You became obsessed with a girl you never even laid eyes on beyond a few instagram pictures you’d dug up in some tagged photos with Bokuto. Everything from the way he looked at her in her photos to how he clearly kept up with her profile in the likes made your stomach turn.

Anger wasn’t the first feeling. Instead, it was the ugly jealous feeling that made you want to throw up and throw a fit. Too many nights spent with a bottle of cheap vodka and crying to your friends led to a feeling of resentment for this pretty ex-lover of Bokuto’s. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite place what exactly it was that made her so much better than you. Despite your friend’s affirmations that there was nothing about her that was inherently better, you couldn’t stop the intrusive thought.

“---, why would you say that?” Bokuto asks, interrupting your jumbled thoughts.

“I-” you really don’t have a reason that isn’t self depicting and pathetic. “I know you want ----. She’s everything I’m not for you. I feel stupid for even being mad at you, I would have-”

“Stop!” His voice is no longer happy, sad, or even calm. He’s irate, and you can tell from just his voice. He’s holding it back, his words sound short and clipped. Not to mention the brash tone he has now. “Don’t say that about yourself.” You look at his hands now, resting on his thighs balled up in fists. He’s losing his composure.

“Bo-” you’re interrupted by his lips pressing against yours. They move desperately, trying to get you to kiss back. You do, despite knowing it’s probably a mistake. He would just leave you again after this, and you’d be left with even more regrets.

I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken So you wait for me in the sky Browns my skin just right -

“Can I see you again?” His smile is back now after the kiss. You want to do so much more. His body that close to yours, even for just a few seconds, has reawakened the carnal desires you had for him since the night you met him. It’s a dangerous game you’re playing now.

“I’m not someone you can use to get over ----. I don’t trust you now, you have to understand that.” You sigh standing up and shoving your phone in your pocket. “That kiss was a mistake. You shouldn’t have done it.”

“-----, please” He grabs your hand before you can walk away. “I’m not using you. I haven’t thought about her at all since you kicked me out and started ignoring me. You’re who I want. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I-” you want to take him into your arms and run your fingers through his soft hair, but you know you shouldn’t. “I’m scared of how I feel about you. I can’t go through this again.”

You're so golden You're so golden I'm out of my head And I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken -

“I’m scared too.” He tells you as you sit back down with him. His hands are a bit sweaty, but you ignore it knowing he must be nervous. He looks like a broken puppy begging you to stay. “We can figure this out together.”

His proposition is enticing, you can’t deny that. The gut feeling you have telling you to jump into his lap and let him make you feel better is nearly impossible to ignore. Your head fights with your feelings making you even more confused than you were when you agreed to see him today. You want him so badly, though. You know you’ll regret passing him by if you don’t say yes now.

However, it’s not going to be like before. A fresh start is what you need.

“Hi, Bokuto Koutarou. I’m ---- -----, nice to meet you.” You stand up and compose yourself once again. “I’m free tomorrow night. I believe you still have my number and know where I live. You can pick me up around eight.”

“What?”

“See you later!” You about face quickly before he can question you more. You know he’s confused. He isn’t going to be able to catch on to what you’re saying so easily. But he has friends, they can help him figure this out if they helped him learn to work email.

I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone When it ends Don't wanna let you know -

It’s nearly comical when you hear the doorbell right as the clock hits eight. You open it and see he’s really dressed for the date. He looks irresistible in his clothes: black trousers, white shirt, and an olive green jacket. You try not to stare too long, but he’s far too quiet and it allows you time to gaze.

“I got you these,” he says finally speaking, and hands you a bundle of sunflowers from behind his back. You don’t recall mentioning you liked these particular flowers to him in the short time you knew him before. How did he know they were your favorite?

“Thank you,” you smile, taking them from his hands. “Come on in,” you say, stepping to the side. “I want to get these in a vase before we go out.”

“No problem.” He seems awkward now, definitely not like he was yesterday. Or before you stopped talking. These different layers to Bokuto are interesting, and not expected. You wonder if maybe you’d been selfishly only seeing what you wanted of him and were just choosing to ignore the signs that he was struggling.

“Where are we going tonight?” Filling a vase with water you peek over your shoulder to see he’s watching you while sitting on the arm of your couch. “Should I change?”

“No!” He stands up quickly as you set the vase on the counter next to the sink. “You look perfect,” he bites his bottom lip and blushes slightly before looking away. “I was thinking we could go get some pizza and maybe check out an arcade. But if you don’t like thatwecouldtoattallygodosomething-”

“Hey! Calm down, that sounds like a lot of fun!” You interrupt his quickening speech, worried he may begin to combust if he shoved anymore words into that breath.

“Really?!” He smiles taking your hands in his. You nod and his smile somehow brightens. “Let’s go then!”

I don't wanna be alone -

As you chew on your third slice of pizza while listening to Bo talk about one of his friends who returned from Brazil recently you realize that this is your first date with him. Before you’d just went from meeting to fucking to sleep overs. Never going out or doing anything. Always just seeing each other within the confines of your apartment.

It’s nice. His laughter is so bright. His personality is so warm you wonder if it would burn your skin. Everything about him is everything you’ve ever wanted. You missed Bokuto before, but what you missed was just a shell of who you’re seeing now. Maybe the separation was good for you both? Perhaps he really did work on himself, and it seems he did it for you and not that woman whom you have held baseless resentment for.

“Ready to go to the arcade?” He asks wiping his face with a napkin and you nod dropping the crust of your pizza on the plate and following him out of the small shop.

You learn that his competitiveness is nothing to be trifled with, you realize about thirty seconds into a game of air hickey with him. A few smashed fingers, broken pucks, and lots of yelling ends up getting you both kicked out of the arcade and asked to not return.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get us kicked out!” He laughs sitting on a street bench. “We can go try and find another one if you want?”

“It’s pretty late, maybe we can do this again soon? I’d really like to see you again, Kou.” You sit beside him and rest your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you and rests his head on yours.

“I’m yours any night of the week, babe.”

But I, I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold) I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) Of who I am and all I've ever known Loving you's the antidote -

You told yourself you wouldn’t let him inside tonight, that things would go slow this time. However, something about his eyes when you were about to kiss him goodnight changed your mind.

Golden

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pinkfadespirit · 3 years

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Writer Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @midnightprelude! I’m tagging back @barbex @aria-i-adagio @rusted-pipe-of-wisdom @ser-thirst-a-lot @factorykat @hoochieblues @dismalzelenka @potatowitch @protect-him @fandomn00blr @johaeryslavellan @wanderingnork @goth-surana and anyone who sees this and wants to try. Tag me so I can see! (And if anyone wants to be tagged or not tagged in the future let me know!)

How many works do you have on AO3?

18 - 14 fics and 4 artworks

What’s your total AO3 word count?

591812 (!!!)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Dream of Light - 216 (my Vampire Knight longfic)

Night Shift - 177 (DA, Fenhawke, Handers)

the life that, here, awaits - 138 (DA, Fenders)

The Way It Is - 87 (DA, Handers)

and you are starry, starry, starry - 42 (DA, Handers oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I’m a bit slow sometimes, particularly when I let them build up a bit, but I always get around to it eventually. I like to show readers that their comments are appreciated but I also just really want to talk about my fics whenever I get the opportunity to do so - comment replies are perfect for that 😅

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

The only fic I can think of with an unhappy ending is a Vampire Knight oneshot I never posted to AO3. Out of my Dragon Age fics, the closest thing I have to an angsty ending is my Kanders fic everything good leads back to you. The ending of the fic itself is quite a hopeful, open one but if you put it in the context of what happens to Anders and Karl in canon... not so happy after all (though if you want to imagine they escape the Circle and live happily ever after together, you are entirely free to do so.)

I’m also considering having All Falls Away be the first story in a series. In which case, the ending I have planned for that is pretty angsty. It wouldn’t be the end of the whole story though.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most things I write end happily. I don’t really count my oneshots because they’re all small parts of a larger story. Night Shift has a happy ending but I don’t really think of it as happily ever after - I tied up a lot of the loose ends but not all of them. Isn’t It Obvious? probably has the happiest ending simply because it’s a modern AU with no magic so it doesn’t have any of the big canon events looming somewhere in the future.

Do you write crossovers? If so, What is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

No. Not really my thing.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yeah. I got quite a few rude comments back on FFN when I posted there as a teenager. Most of them were just trolls and easy to ignore but there was one that got to me so much I abandoned all my fics and quit writing until I got into the VK fandom a couple of years later.

I’ve only received hate on AO3 once and it was... frustrating. To put it mildly. Whoever sent it got upset over something they’d assumed was going to happen, which didn’t end up happening at all. It was chapter 6 of a 40 chapter fic and they were like ‘yeah I can see how this is going to go’. Basically, they were accusing me of picking on Anders (among other things) and implied I was lying about him being my favourite character. wtf? Ugh... yeah I’m still irritated about that. lol.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I write it with lots of feelings. Probably more focus on emotions than anything else. I’m not sure if it’s actually good but thankfully everyone has been very nice about it so far.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. Though I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I used to write fic with one of my friends from high school. It was a lot of fun but I haven’t done it since.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Handers is my favourite now and has been for two years. I wouldn’t say I have an all-time favourite since every time I’ve moved on to a new fandom I’ve lost interest in the one before. Or maybe it’s just that since I got into DA I lost interest in other fandoms? hmmm.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Right now I fully intend to come back to all the WIPs I have on AO3. I don’t know when exactly but I don’t want to abandon them.

What are your writing strengths?

Soft romance scenes? Sometimes I reread my own writing and I get all these feelings so I think that must count as a strength.

What are your writing weaknesses?

If I’m not really invested in a scene then I can be a bit lazy about it. I rarely do that ‘show don’t tell’ thing I just go ‘well telling is faster and I want to get to the good bit’. And I rarely do research. I always just want to write and not get bogged down with details. (I’m like this with art too. I know my drawings will be better if I use a reference but searching for good ones takes forever so half the time I don’t bother.)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don’t really have any? Other than Fenris’ swearing, it’s not something that’s come up for me.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m sure used to make up Card Captor Sakura fic in my head when I was a kid but I’m not sure if I ever wrote any of it down. And I know I wrote a few things for Final Fantasy X that I never posted online or even finished (except for one really long one that I just let play out in my head over a few days when I was ill and never wrote down). The first fic I ever posted online was for Harry Potter when I was thirteen lol

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I don’t know... there are too many things that I’m not happy with in Night Shift. Dream is old and I’m not invested in that fandom anymore but it was my first long fic that I ever finished and it taught me a that I was a better writer than I thought I was. None of the others involved quite the same level of emotional investment as the two really long ones. I’m tempted to say the fic I’m working on now is my favourite because I haven’t properly started editing it yet so I haven’t thought of any reasons not to like it. Or, if there are I can still fix them. Once I stop procrastinating, that is. Have I mentioned I don’t like editing much?

#writer meme

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