would you do takada/misa
the first time misa amane kisses another woman, it's only to mess up her lipstick.
she can't hit kiyomi-- her bodyguard has already thrown misa to the ground once, and she still has the bruises on her kneecaps to show for it-- but she's sick of looking at her perfectly-composed, perfectly-smug little face, and her perfectly-painted red lips are the easiest thing to ruin. as she stands and leans over the table, she can see halle lidner shift in place, ready to step in. misa's eyes don't leave kiyomi's.
the dark-haired woman watches her, openly intrigued. she does not stop misa from grabbing her by the chin, though she tenses when it happens. kiyomi does not stop misa from pressing their lips together, either, but she doesn't kiss back until misa is about to pull away.
it's a surprise to misa that she kisses back at all. she doesn't even immediately register that kiyomi is cupping her cheek-- when she feels the palm on her face, misa thinks she's going to be slapped. instead, kiyomi presses closer, the waxy flavor of her lipstick smearing onto misa's tongue as their mouths part.
this is-- wrong. and it's gross! she doesn't like women that way, and if she did, she'd do better than kiyomi.
she breaks away. a string of spit stretches and snaps between them, startlingly lewd. kiyomi smiles.
"not what you expected?" the younger woman asks, somehow prim even as her mouth is smeared with red. "funny. you seemed so confident."
the second time misa amane kisses another woman, it's to shut her up.
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for fanfic end of the year asks
16. (you can list them all or give me a count total of the # of stories you wrote this year.)
😈. (My own question). All the ships you wrote this year and the number of times you tagged for each.
Hehehe yaaaay, more questions, thank you! ^_^ (fanfic end of the year asks)
[EDITED on Dec 31, 2023 to account for my insane December writing binge]
16. fic(s) you completed this year
31 fics!!! 7 of those were drabbles (that is, exactly 100 words long, which is what drabble means), 3 of them were written for a challenge that strictly limited the length to 250 words, and the other 21 were one-shots of varying length. I'm grouping them like this because the word count limitations def produces a different style of fic than when I can just write as many words as I need in order to tell the story I want to tell. XD Anyway, I've also included brief notes after each fic title about which fic is which, bc I can never remember my own fic titles so how can I expect you to, lmaooo.
drabbles
wrapped up in books: the mortifying ordeal & hearts on a shelf (Garashir + books)
your move (Garashir + board games)
With a Bow (Garashir + gift giving)
Presence (Garashir pre-slash + The Wire)
waiting in vain (Sloan POV Garashir)
dirty little secret (ITPM Siskarak)
250-word ficlets
intergrown (Kireiko + the trauma of pregnancy)
all the things she said (Kireiko + cheating)
these sordid kinds of things (Kirawinn + power plays)
the rest of my fics
cover your hand with mine (Garashir fake dating to real dating speedrun)
the next thirty (old married Garashir)
on point like a laser (OMB Garashir)
The Inherent Homoeroticism of Citizenship Paperwork (post-canon Garashir + greencard marriage. by me and @sapphosewrites)
Whisper a Dangerous Secret (Garashir + secrets. also by me and sapphose)
home is wherever I'm with you (Garashir + Garak exile angst + Second Skin)
The Chloe Aka Incidents: nothing to hide & only bought this dress so you could take it off (OMB AU feat. holo!Siskarak and Garashir getting together)
save me from the dark (Garashir + mad scientist Julian bringing Garak back to life + The Wire)
the world will never take my heart (Garashir pre-slash + Julian getting beat up by Jem'Hadar + In Purgatory's Shadow/By Inferno's Light)
uninvited (Sloan vs Garak + Garashir)
sleeping with the enemy (Goran'ashir)
a little less alone (Garak/Odo)
conduit (Kirawinn crack fic + sexual religious ceremonies)
nightmare (Sloanshir + noncon somno)
seat of power (one-sided Disko with Dukat wanting desk sex)
physical (Garashir + infirmary sex)
lose the battle, win the war (Sloanshir + Julian letting Sloan fuck him as part of a plan to bring down s31)
don't rain on my parade (Garashir + OMB + airplane sex + so much cum)
the calm after the storm (Garashir getting together + haircuts + post-IPS/BIL)
expectant (Garashir + pregnancy kink + the episode Cardassians)
😈. (My own question). All the ships you wrote this year and the number of times you tagged for each.
Oooh, I love your question 😈 <3 Here's all the ship tags I used on my fics for the year:
Julian Bashir/Elim Garak (21)
Elim Garak/Benjamin Sisko (2)
Kira Nerys/Keiko O'Brien (2)
Julian Bashir/Luther Sloan (2)
Kira Nerys/Winn Adami (2)
Dukat/Benjamin Sisko (one-sided) (1)
Elim Garak/Odo (1)
Julian Bashir/Goran'Agar (1)
Elim Garak & Luther Sloan (1)
Hippocrates Noah/holo!Elim Garak (1)
lowkey unrequited sloanshir (1) (this is the only freeform tag I used this year I'm including, and just because it amuses me ^_^)
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Guys, please listen to "Kronos Unveiled" from The Incredibles because that song gave me the angst Bowuigi idea that I'm about to share with you all.
(And just a quick heads up, if some of the ideas look familiar, it's because I took inspiration from this one-sided Bowuigi angst post I made a while back and The Secret Alliance Bowuigi WIP idea I talked about back in early April.)
(Adding a cut here because this might be long otherwise.)
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Okay, so after countless failed attempts of marrying Peach, Bowser decides to change his evil ways and become a good guy. Happy to see that Bowser is finally changing his ways, Luigi starts visiting Bowser to help him on this good path journey, which results in them becoming good friends (and maybe eventually become a couple, but I'll go over that more at the end). As Peach sees Luigi and Bowser's friendship (and sees that Bowser actually wants to become a better Koopa), she asks Bowser if he wants to sign a peace treaty with her as a way to bring their two kingdoms closer together, which Bowser 100% agrees to because this is something he also wants to do.
However, not everyone is accepting of Bowser's newfound kindness.
So at first, Mario was very wary of this new version of Bowser because he was worried that Bowser was going to take advantage of Luigi's kindness and use him to get closer to Peach and the MK. However, after some long 1-on-1 talks with both Luigi and with Peach, he starts to realize that Bowser has actually been telling the truth and genuinely wants to stop the conflicting war between the two kingdoms.
That is, until people started to go missing.
Now at first, it wasn't very noticeable. Mario figured that all the different royals he needed to talk to were just taking a vacation or were sick and couldn't reach back out to him. However, after noticing that his close friends and very important people (i.e., Yoshi and Rosalina) were missing, that's when Mario realize that something was up.
So after about a week or so, Mario tells Peach and Luigi that he's going to visit Daisy for a week just to catch up. They haven't seen each other since the Strikers Tournament, so Mario figured that it would be a good time to travel to Sarasaland to see what the spunky and out-going princess is up to.
At least, that's what he told Peach and Luigi.
In actuality, Mario is instead going to secretly visit Professor E. Gadd. The reason? Mario needs to borrow an invention from E. Gadd that'll either help him break into Bowser's Castle and/or take pictures of what's going on behind closed doors at Bowser's Castle (as a way to prove to Peach and Luigi that Bowser's not as good as he saids he is).
And E. Gadd agrees to let Mario borrow an invention.
So after about a day of travel, Mario quietly breaks into Bowser's Castle without trouble and doesn't immediately see anything suspicious. Of course, this doesn't stop Mario from sneaking around the castle as he has this really gut-wrenching feeling that Bowser just has to be up to something.
And this is where the "Kronos Unveiled" scene really starts to come into play.
So similar to the starting scene, Mario finds this big computer in a huge and dark room, so he walks up to it. He sees that he needs a password and after guessing the password (Koopa), he has access to all the secret files of Bowser's Castle. After clicking on the "Royals" option (this would replace the "Supers" option from the movie scene), Mario discovers something really horrific.
A lot of royals have died.
No, a lot of royals have died because Bowser killed them.
The 7 kings from Super Mario Bros 3, Prince Peasley, even Rosalina and the Star Spirits from Paper Mario, Bowser has invaded dozens of lands and murdered those rulers of the said lands in an effort to make his airships more powerful.
But his plan doesn't stop there.
After some research in the computer, Mario discovers that "Operation Koopa" consists of 3 phases.
Phase 1: Bowser absorbs the power of the Super Star (like how Mario and Luigi did at the end of the Mario movie) after he stole it from the Star Spirits.
Phase 2: Bowser travels to the Mushroom Kingdom in the middle of the night with his Doom Ship (this would take place after he signs the peace treaty with Peach).
Phase 3: Bowser uses the Doom Ship (and himself since he absorbed the power of the Super Star) to destroy the Mushroom Kingdom (in an effort to force Peach to either marry him or he'll kill her).
And what's really interesting about this idea is that I have two different approaches on how this all can go.
Idea 1: Everything that I just told you guys is all Bowser's idea. Like this Bowuigi angst idea I brought up in the beginning of this post, from point A to point Z, Bowser is very willing to play the long-con if it means that Peach and/or the MK will finally become his.
OR
Idea 2: Bowser is not the one in control here, but it's actually King Boo who's making Bowser do all of these bad things (and this approach wouldn't be like the Bowuigi Secret Alliance idea I also mentioned at the beginning of this post (although, you can kind of make it like that if you really wanted to). I mean more in the sense that King Boo would full-on possess Bowser in order for him to help him (King Boo) reach his ultimate goal of taking over the entire world.
Personally, I like idea 1 a little bit better, but the pure idea of King Boo being the one who's pulling all of the strings also sounds both really intriguing and really angsty (like no joke, there's this one idea I have in regards to the E. Gadd & Peach scene where Boolossus (or some other important Boo besides King Boo) is possessing E. Gadd throughout that entire scene and Peach never realizes/notices.)
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Fourth chapter for Febuwhump 2023 is out! I’m only doing some of the prompts, but you can read today’s under the ‘Keep reading’, or the entire fic over on Ao3!
The God in the Well
Chapter 4: Forced to Hurt a Loved One
Shadow groaned. His head felt as if someone had repeatedly hurled bricks against it from the inside — between his eyes, about an inch up. The echoes of shock waves passed through him, making his entire nervous system burn.
He forced his eyes open. A faint golden light filled his eyes, but beyond it lay only shapeless darkness.
He rolled onto his side and pushed himself up. Another brick hit the inside of his forehead. He gasped and curled in on himself as every nerve in his body lit up. His muscles cramped. Shivers doused the fire with unbearable cold, and still his head throbbed.
When it passed, he wiped his eyes and tried again.
This time, he managed to get onto his knees. There was no ground or floor. Just that shapeless darkness, with neither sky nor horizon. That golden light still clouded his eyes. He tried to rub it away. It didn’t dim. He frowned. It hurt.
Carefully, he covered his forehead. The light disappeared. He ran his fingers across the hurting spot. There were lines there, carved into his skin. He brought his fingers to his eyes. Red.
His heartbeat was getting louder. He needed a mirror. Or something to see his reflection in. Anything —
Out of the shapeless darkness, a tall ornate mirror appeared. A golden snake twisted around the rim, and ravens perched at the top, staring down at him with unseeing black eyes. At the bottom, two wolves prowled.
The mirror itself was dark. His own reflection, grey and wide-eyed, stared back at him. He pushed his hair out of the way. A single eye had been carved into his forehead. Blood pooled in the lines, but didn’t trickle. The eye emitted a soft golden glow.
In the mirror, the eye blinked.
Shadow yelped and scrambled back. It made his head start hurting all over again, but he forced himself to ignore it.
The eye in the mirror stared at him.
“Mímir?” Shadow tried.
NO. The voice, heavy with years uncounted spent upon a spire, observing what no one else could see — with echoes of wars lost and won — with murmured spells in cracked tones — resounded in his head. The eye continued to stare at him.
“Who — I thought —” He swallowed. “We came for knowledge!”
AT WHAT PRICE?
“What do you mean?”
The eye closed. A sigh, like the wind hurtling through naked branches, rattled Shadow’s bones. There was no reply.
“Hello?” Shadow pushed himself to his feet and approached the mirror.
The eye remained shut.
“Voice?” He touched the mirror. The eye disappeared. Instead he saw the clearing. Mímir’s head hung above the well. His own body lay in the moss, and Vio lay half on top of him, forehead pressed to his chest. Nearby, Green had passed out in Zelda’s arms, kneeling, with tears and blood dripping down the left side of his face. Zelda was shaking him, speaking to him.
Across the clearing stood Red and Blue. Both looked pale and deeply horrified. Red had covered his mouth with his hand. His other clutched Blue’s arm. Blue was eyeing up the back of Mímir’s head, his fingers curled around the hilt of his hunting knife.
Fondness welled in Shadow’s chest. Blue had no idea what he was up against (none if them did, a part of Shadow whispered), but he was still ready to throw down. “Idiot,” Shadow muttered affectionately, and focused on Green, who was still unconscious and losing blood. That couldn’t be good.
Under his fingers, the mirror opened.
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He thunders through the night. Steam billows from his reindeer’s nostrils, thawing the snow and ice hurtling towards him. Roars thunder around them. Footsteps shake the clouds. Gleaming projectiles — arrows, spears, and broken shards — rain past them, towards the world of humans far below.
Something looms above them — a shadow, too large to make out. He digs his knees into his reindeer’s sides, releases the reins, and lifts his hands above his head. His voice rolls through the snow and ice, bathing all other sounds with its echo. A dome springs out above them. A fist the size of mountains bears down upon it and shatters.
The thundering roar of rage chases them onwards, through broken battle lines and shattered shields, towards the Outskirts — a ravaged land of ice, blizzards, and roaming trolls, where neither gods nor fae dare enter.
But has not been named the King of Trollwinters for nothing.
His reindeer protests. He holds the reins firmly. Jagged pillars of ice jut from the ground, with snow hurled halfway up the exposed sides. He watches the darkness, frost crackling at the tips of his fingers, and rides on. Behind him, the war still rumbles.
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Darkness fades into blackness. He murmurs under his breath — spells taught in time immemorial — and a shimmering blue glow rises from the snow disturbed by his reindeer’s hooves.
They ride.
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In the Outskirts, time moves in unpredictably ways. There are swirls and eddies where it thunders past, decades and centuries slipping away in minutes and seconds, and there are stagnant pools where nothing moves.
He doesn’t know where Green is.
Still, he rides on.
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He follows a trickle caught in centuries long gone. It smells of holly and evergreens.
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It is another eon until he knows.
He pulls the reins and leaps off his reindeer. With a spell, the wind blows through him as if he was never there. He pulls his hood up. He can feel the trickle, slow and meandering — less than a step away — where time slows. It tickles his palms when he extends his hands, kissing the tips of his fingers with dangerous promises of untouched snow and silence.
Generations will fade …
They will forget …
Your friends will wait …
He grins and raises his arms. Cheeky.
It only takes one spell to stop time. A single word of monumental power. He discovered it and wrought it, curling it around his tongue for centuries, like a string wound tight. He has used it sparingly, when the need is greatest. It is a lonely word. A quiet word. A word he will entrust no other with.
He casts it now, and feels the weight bear down upon his shoulders as the world grinds to a halt. He is a wedge between two trembling seconds that threaten to slip. He is all that keeps the world frozen.
He draws a deep breath and lowers his arms. Now, he has all the time in the world to find Green. Now, he has no time at all.
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The stilled trickle proves large. Within it, trolls sleep off the exhaustion of war. They lie frozen, mouths agape in mid-snore. Trolls are heavy sleepers — he should know — with one exception: smells. The smell of fairy blood will wake them from a mile away, and although they lie frozen, he still walks with deeply ingrained caution.
He finds Green chained to a rock. He is beaten and unconscious, and his armour has been stripped from him and crumpled like sheets of paper. Shadow kneels in the snow and touches his cheek. Locked in time, it is cold. In time, Shadow will apologise for not finding him sooner. Outside time, Shadow is silent.
Only one chain holds Green — but one troll-forged chain would be enough to hold continents. No amount of magic can break it, and now amount of power can shatter it. The metal has been fused around his wrist, without lock or seal. There are scratch-marks and bruises along his arm, where he has tried to pull himself free.
Shadow sighs. There is nothing for it. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, and releases time.
Warmth returns to Green’s skin. The trolls cough awake.
Shadow draws a knife of ice and carves through Green’s wrist. Red splatters the snow. Green screams. The knife shatters in Shadow’s hand. The ice wraps itself around Green’s wrist, stemming the blood and cooling the hurt. Green is gasping, and the trolls are rising. The ground rumbles.
Shadow hoists Green into his arms and runs.
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They make it to where he left his reindeer, but it is long gone. Closing his eyes, Shadow finds it in his mind and calls. It raises its head, fur now streaked with grey, and grunts. A long time has passed, but it will come for them, even here in the Outskirts.
Shadow finds a crevice in a pillar of ice. He shuffles inside. They will be safe here. For a while.
Carefully he sits with his back against the ice and Green in his lap. Green is shaking, jaws clenched and stump clutched to his chest.
“May I?” Shadow asks, reaching for the stump.
Green turns his face into Shadow’s shoulder and lets him.
Blood, bones, and healing have never been Shadow’s skills. Still, he knows how to create. Holding Green’s arm, he gently shapes a new hand — a hand of snow and ice, which will do as a place-holder. Perhaps Blue can make a better one.
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