#this is absolutely a crackfic im going to write by the way
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fresh new watcher/listener headcanon: they do better when the opposite sense is completely taken out of the picture
like u give a watcher noise-cancelling headphones and suddenly they gain a +14 to perception, they see Every Detail and can see up to like a billion miles away from where they're standing, everything that makes up everything down to the molecule if they squint, in a fight they're so good at tracking how their opponent swings and makes the smallest, most minute of eye movements that it basically looks like they're predicting their opponent's movements just from analysing what they're already doing down to an insane degree. all you gotta do to make a listener unable to hear you is, well, not talk. that aint gonna work here. you're communicating through body language and overly-expressive looks? the watchers read it like its (very literally) its own language. reading lips is a breeze. passing notes in the back of the class ain't gonna work here.
on the other hand, give a listener a blindfold and they become acutely aware of the Exact BPM of Everyone Within A Billion Mile Radius. watchers, when they are not using their ability to literally see everything everywhere all at once, can be hidden from. you plant yourself behind a big enough tree and you're damn near invisible. hiding from a listener in this state is impossible. both literally and figuratively- give a listener a blindfold and make 'em interrogate someone, they're able to hear every vocal inflection, every hesitation, every cutoff, and will probably instantly know whether youre lying or not. their fighting style becomes completely reactive- with a fast enough reaction time (and lets be real theyre mildly immortal pseudo-gods, their reaction time is fast enough) they can hear the sound of an arrow cutting through the air and dodge it without even looking. they can catch blades on their own weapons and are the master of side-stepping out of the way when someone tries to stab them from behind like the cool kids they are
i feel like if you pitted them in a fight against each other, they'd be insufferable to one another but absolutely enthralling to watch from the outside. i'd like to think that watchers are very formal, since they have that whole lawful evil type nonsense going on, so the way they fight is very by-the-books, won't break rules, fights like they're being scored type beat. on the other hand, listeners are, again, purely reactive. they are impulse-driven chaos mongerers, and thus they fight dirty. below the belt? low-hanging fruit? sounds good to them. they'd go for an easy shot in the Nether region, if you know what i mean (jimmy and grian are exceptions; they purposely act the opposite of what they're meant to because they're sort of just Like That tbh)
but yeah, they'd be SO annoying to one another. the watcher keeps having to parry the listener's bs blows (which annoys the listener to no end because the POINT of those shots is that you DON'T SEE THEM COMING!!), keeps trying to land hits but is evaded at the exact last second, probably on purpose just to make the watcher mad. like, the listener hears the sword coming at them from a mile away but doesn't dodge until the last possible moment just so the watcher can see how small a distance they missed by. but then the listener tries to make shots of their own and they're blocked halfway through the swing. the listener barely even comes close to hitting them because the watcher is predicting the damn future or something stupid like that, making it impossible for them to do anything unless they move like an absolute maniac so the watcher can't predict them. similarly, the only way the watcher can land anything is by exclusively using fake-outs, which just feels wrong.
honestly, i'm imagining a spar between martyn and pearl like this. they're so silly i think they would lightheartedly get on each other's nerves in this way until the fight is abruptly ended by pearl kicking martyn in the nether because yes, she fights by the rules, and it was a spar with no rules so. hey. fair game.
#this is absolutely a crackfic im going to write by the way#that last paragraph? yeah#it's just funny#limited life#evo smp#watchers#listeners#listener martyn#watcher pearl#watcher grian#listener jimmy#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#pearlescentmoon#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming#grian#trafficblr
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#i feel like lee sookyung would be even MORE mocking and funny when news is that kdj is yjh's right hand man (via @righteousenjoymentofthunder)
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enjoy this crackfic snippet based off the idea of a darker AU where yoo joonghyuk takes the absolute throne, and kim dokja ends up as his consort/right-hand man/advisor
(im assuming in this canon-divergence AU that the scenario Catastrophe of Floods happens before the War of Kings to test out each king's strength or something; yjh speed-runs their established relationship development once kdj is back as a result :))
(i'm not going to write any more of this, so if anyone wants to use the above AU premise as a fic idea/ fanart thing, go Wild; would be nice if there was a link to the original post with the AU idea tho )
*using name spellings from my friend's summation, instead of the other variations
{{ Now with an AO3 crosspost Here}}
title: axis mundi
rating: T
words: 1,196
pairing: yoo joonghyuk/kim dokja
"They're waiting inside," the woman with the sword says, to the masked figure.
The masked figure nods. Hears the tent flap flutter shut behind her, as she strides forward.
She stops and turns her head, assessing the room around her.
A contradiction in character. A polarity to be pondered--but one so balanced, it seemed to converge together to one perfect point.
The tent, though spacious, was a far too humble backdrop to serve as a royal hall.
One side, to her right, is sparse. Nothing more than a single sword rack marks out the space; a clean stroke of calligraphy against white paper.
The side to her left leans towards unruliness, moreso than the right. Papers scrawled in ink and scribbles flock over a long side-table. A tray, empty of any food, leans precariously on one corner.
A janggi board sits askew over one of the papers (a surprisingly old-fashioned choice for planning scenarios, she assumes; could she attribute it to that person's influence?).
Next to it, a half-open book, laid upside down.
There are other smaller tables around, below the level of the dais.
Above everything else, the chairs at the center—one throne in particular, with a smaller chair on equal level besides it—loom large with their presence.
As did the Status of their occupants.
The one in white stands first. Rocks once on his heels, before setting his hands inside his jacket pocket.
"Lee Sugyeong," he says. He offers a smile. Perfunctory and polite, crescent-thin. "Mother. Why have you come?"
"Information," Lee Sugyeong says. Removes her mask, the wood of it smooth in her fingertips.
Everyone always said that Kim Dokja had inherited her eyes. Bright, when in good humor or with delight. And in other times, too many times—opaque as one-way mirrored glass, save for glints of light as his thoughts tumbled over each other, sharp and sharper.
"And to see the new Absolute King, of course," Lee Sugyeong says. A nod to the one behind Kim Dokja.
Yu Junghyeok stands to his feet from his throne. Fluid and swift, a shadow in motion. A presence that could not be ignored.
Power rolls off of him, palpable as the bright shine of a strong sword.
The new Absolute King. Her son's protagonist; his hero.
And now, if rumors could be believed....She turns her gaze back to her child—the man in the white coat, fingers turning in his pockets.
[The Fable, 'Kingmaker of a Thousand Strings' is continuing its storytelling] [The Fable, 'Cherished Consort of the Conquering King' is continuing its storytelling]
"Consort?" Lee Sugyeong raises a brow.
The cool line of her son's brow twitches.
"Bihyung said even if it was a typo, it couldn't be changed once recorded in the system."
Lee Sugyeong opens her mouth to ask more, but Kim Dokja cuts her off with a wave of his hand.
"Better to talk if we're seated, I suppose. We don't have coffee. Tea will have to do."
There's a hand, curling in over an elbow. The hem of a dark sleeve over white fabric, Kim Dokja's shoulders easing at the touch.
Yu Junghyeok, the Absolute King, speaks for the first time. "Mind the leaves."
Kim Dokja's brow wrinkles. His voice turns light, lilting. "Even if I burned them, didn't you just say you would buy more for me, last time, Junghyeok-ah? Is the Conquering King going back on his words?"
The Absolute King tilts his head, but lets Kim Dokja go without further complaint.
He turns back to Lee Sugyeong, tips his chin in a rough motion towards one of the chairs by an empty table.
Lee Sugyeong shakes her head as she sits.
Well. It wasn't like she hadn't been warned about Yu Junghyeok's manners.
The silence that passes has as much warmth as a mountain blizzard.
Yu Junghyeok doesn't seem nearly as interested in finding out any information the King of Wanderers would have as he did in following around Kim Dokja's movements with his gaze.
She resists the urge to lift her hand, and rub away the wrinkle she could sense forming between her brows.
What sort of complications had her son gotten himself into, to invoke such a troublesome devotion from an equally troublesome man?
Kim Dokja returns with a tray, the teapot and small cups.
The Conquering King lifts the tray from Kim Dokja's hands without a word, setting it at a center. His wrist flips over the small cups, as if laying out cards.
The color is a light pale green in the cups. Faint notes of grain in its steam.
Kim Dokja's right hand rests against the table, his index finger tapping a three-note rhythm against the wood. He lifts his eyes to her, expecting her to speak.
So Lee Sugyeong does.
"The loyal hound, following behind the heels of the Conquering King. Was this everything you had wished for once, child?"
"Ah, well—I'm not following him, exactly—"
Yu Junghyeok snaps his gaze upwards, his expression dark. Not at Kim Dokja—at Lee Sugyeong.
"Not a hound, nor a follower." He lowers a teacup in front of Kim Dokja, setting his hand down. Close enough to pin down the hem of Kim Dokja's sleeve. "Kim Dokja is my companion."
Kim Dokja nods. Again, a collected composure. Again, his eyes calm, steady as an undisturbed lake.
"You've met him now, Mother. And have seen me, besides. If there is other information you are looking for, you can leave it to us through the usual processes—"
Lee Sugyeong tips her head back, her eyes considering as she watches Kim Dokja, as he lets his words unroll from his tongue with a frightening ease, swifter than the arrows of a master archer.
"I wonder, " she says idly, "Is your bark more terrifying, or his bite?"
"Forgive us if you find our hospitality is lacking." The switch in tone from the Conquering King is also something that prickles of danger. Something he learned from Kim Dokja, in turn, she would guess. "King of wanderers."
Yu Junghyeok is holding out one of the filled teacups with both hands towards Lee Sugyeong.
She takes it, resting the bottom of the cup on her palm, her other fingers holding onto the rim.
Then a pause, before a merciless blow from Yu Junghyeok. "Or would sieomeoni be more appropriate?"
At his shoulder, Kim Dokja makes a cut-off sound like a penguin choking on a fishbone, and slams a hand down on the table as he stands.
"Yu Junghyeok!"
"Kim Dokja," the Conquering King parrots back.
For someone who has seen all manner of shocking things since the start of the scenarios, this nears the most shocking of them all.
The lazy indulgence in the Conquering King's eyes. One of his hands tugs at the ends of a white jacket's belt at Kim Dokja's waist, wrapping the end of it loosely around his wrist.
"Sit," he says, in a voice that allows no argument. "You should at least finish your tea."
If she had a jot less of self-control, she might very well have dropped her cup.
One of Lee Sugyeong's masked guards a short distance away, puts her hand under her chin, and says quietly, but not quietly enough for Lee Sugyeong to miss hearing: "Sieomeoni? Or would Queen Dowager be more appropriate? Wait, no, what would be the right term...?"
Notes
*Sieomeoni - 시어머니 (mother-in-law)
*Another video on family terms
#joongdok#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#yoo joonghyuk#kim dokja#orv fanfic#absolute throne AU#words words words#uhhhh...crackfic#have fun reading this SKDJFSLKJDF
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hello first time here, what a shame, how are you? I wanted to know if you could write needy kisses with s/o and morpheus in which she teases him and blurts out "I doubt it, come here and make me, then....." ! and however it ends up in a lot of biting, moaning between kisses, being absolutely a hot wet mess too much to hold.
Doing My Goth Boyfriends Makeup! (I had to beg [my knees hurt ])
Dream of the Endless x Reader
Summary: You were going to give your king a goth boyfriend make over. No one can stop you. (Except maybe him)
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Crackfic, gender neutral!reader, reader pretending to be a youtube beauty guru, reference of a (problematic) yt beauty guru, Dream gets a makeover (and if thats too gay for you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: HI ANON! Lol, 'what a shame'??? HAHHAH I mean we all start somewhere, I'm glad you're here <3. I'm doing good but these fics have effectively distracted me from the real world so consider yourself blessed that it was your request that I did before i finish work and continue writing AHAHH
IM SLOWLY USING UP ALL THE CRUMBS I NEED MORE DREAM I NEED SEASON 2 RN [breathes fire]gif from pinterest
I press record, "hi guys welcome to my channel," I start as I raise my phone. I swivel and point the camera to the king on his throne, "today we're in the Dreaming and I'm going to be doing everyone's favorite king's makeup!"
I turn the camera so show Dream's beautiful bare face. I snort at his stoic and seamless face.
I lean back and look at him from my phone screen with a grin, "say," your voice drops to an exaggeratedly low octave, "hi sisters."
"..."
I raise my brows at him, "Dreamy."
Dream hesitates before sighing, "hi sisters."
"Nooooooo!" I bring my device down and inch, "don't say it like that. That was hot. You're supposed to say it like: 'hi sisters'."
"..."
"Hi sisters!"
"..."
"Dreammmm."
He places his palm on my phone and gives me a face, "I do not understand what this has to do with doing my makeup."
I pull my phone away and point it back to him, "you wouldn't understand even if I explained, boomer."
"I do not wish to understand," he mutters.
"Boomer," I tease with a nose scrunch, "don't worry, I'll make you pretty in no time."
He hums as I walk over to him and look around the vast room, realizing I had nowhere to place my phone. I turn back to the Lord of Dreams as he grabs the back of my thigh casually and kneads it.
"Papi, can you will me up a camera stand."
Dreams eyelids drop, "is it truly necessary.?
"Yuh," I nods profusely, "you can't put makeup on your boyfriend and not record it. Duhhhh."
He squeezes my thigh tightly as he shoots me a look. I purse my lips at him innocently and motion vaguely, "a camera stand, please."
With a hand raise and the sound of flowing sand, a camera stand propped directly in front of us materializes. I pull away from Dream, his hand unwillingly gets left behind, and set up my camera in front of him.
I grin at myself on the screen and pose with a peace sign.
"Right," I grab my makeup bag that I left on the floor on the side of his throne, "now I'm going to need a table for my stuff, and a chair so I don't have to keep standing."
Dream wastes no time in willing a table next to him. I immediately place my things on it and turn my head to find the chair, or a stool, or something, "where's the chair?"
The Endless' response was to pat his thigh firmly, "you will find it quite comfortable."
I break into a fit of chuckles, "of course, how could I be so stupid."
The moment I am sat on his lap, he loops one arm an my waist and rubs his other hand on my thighs, "you are not stupid."
I roll my eyes, "it's an expression."
"One I do not enjoy."
I decide not to reply any further.
I pull the table a bit closer to me and grab my makeup bag to rummage through its contents, narrating to my imaginary audience, "so, I'm just going to do the makeup the way my heart tells me to do it, and if you think it's wrong, well, you're wrong."
I turn to Dream when he replies, "I would not correct you, because I have no experience with the matter."
I hold back my eyeliner remark that goes 'you're pretty serious about your liner skills,' and shake my head, "I wasn't talking to you, babe."
He gives me a look.
I raise a hand to my camera, "I was talking to them."
A brow darts up.
"My viewers."
His brows knit.
I chuckle, "I'm not actually going to post it," I pull out concealer and put away my bag, "I'm just pretending-- for aesthetic."
He watches me as I draw concealer on his face and internally note that that was not nearly as pale as it should be for him. I push the thought away as I blend the cream with my fingers.
Once I was done, I rummage through my bag again and think of putting blush on his face, giggling to myself as I imagine what he would look like.
Dream decided to simply close his eyes and continue rubbing my thighs as I work on him.
By the time I've made my stomach flutter at the marvelous work I've done, applying not only blush, but contour and highlights on my pretty lover's face, Dream hand begins to make a detour from my outer thigh to my inner thigh. I instinctively stiffen when his fingers brush on my core.
"Morpheus," I whine, pushing his hand back.
He opens his eyes and turns to me, the shimmer on his cheeks reflect perfectly against the light and my pulse begins because of it.
"Don't I deserve a reward for submitting to you?" he mutters.
I feel blood rise up my neck as I chuckle, "oh, I didn't realize our dynamic had shifted so drastically."
The king promptly grabs my waist and maneuvers me atop him. I chew at my lip as my legs straddle him. His hot mouth attacks my neck. I release a breath as my fingers naturally tangle themselves in his dark roots.
His hands begin to fiddle with my waist band, but I stop with with a giggle. I push him back by his shoulders and give him a raised brow, "you're pushing your luck. I haven't even put liner or lipstick on you."
I feel my core pulse as a mental image of him having smeared red lipstick. Oh fuck, what how much of a mess do you think he'll make if I put on gloss and-
"You're getting distracted," Dream blurts, placing his hands on my neck, "I can help with that."
My jaw drops in disbelief. I howl in laughter, "you can help?"
He nods, "you won't be distracted if you forget about your makeup all together."
I chuckle like an eager child, leaning down to kiss his hands that were by my collar bones, "see, that's tempting, but I literally had to beg to get here."
"I remember," his lips curve, thumb brushing my lips, "I quite enjoyed it your muffled cries against my sheets."
I mask my impeding embarrassment with a cough, "that's why whatever urges you have, you're going to have to control them."
"Control..." he breathes in contemplation. He straightens from his seat, "is something I tend to drop in your presence." He brings his hand down, thumb brushing against my burning heat, "I think you quite enjoy it however."
He is taken aback when I pull abruptly away from him and begin to walk back with my hands behind me. I bite my lips as I turn to my feet, watching my steps as I descend form his elevated throne.
"I doubt it," I grin mischievously.
"Doubt what," his voice echoes deeply in the room.
"Doubt ever explicitly telling you I enjoyed it when you lose your control."
As I continue to slowly make my way backwards, my breath hitches when Dream rises from his throne and makes everything in his path disappear. He slowly begins to stalk over my direction. His voice is all encompassing as he asks, "is that so?"
I lick my lips and begin to feel my palms sweat. I hum in agreement, "you should come here and make me, stop doubting, I think."
I fumble on my feet when he laughs darkly.
"I will make a believer out of you yet."
#dream of the endless#dream of the endless fanfic#the sandman fanfic#the sandman x reader#dream x reader#dream fanfic#morpheus fanfic#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless fluff#dream of the endless x you#morpheus x you#morpheus fluff#dream fluff#the sandman fluff#the sandman fic#the sandman crackfic#dream of the endless crackfic
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I just wanted to say I appreciated your notes, and totally agree with glenns vibes being hot, and dndads fans being feral. im not here to debate either friend. <3
i was just concerned there were few good arguments for Lup, (and had the time on my break at work to write some). when i was trying to match her up to Glenn's points i kept being like "wait but taz just isnt going to talk about their characters in the same way :( because the players are all closely related."
Regardless, have a good day Internet friend! thanks for the kind notes. i was nervously refreshing worried that the dndads fans were going to tar and feather me. <3
may the sexiest character win! (honestly its a toss up to me and im sorta glad the the poll reflects that <3)
ps. if you want to see my personal take on hot glenn vibes: may i humbly recommend my works 'Only for a Night' (glenn/morgan) Close to Queer (glenn/morgan) (and then plutonic: glenn&nick) and my series '**NOT CLICKBAIT** (glen/henry) on my ao3:stipulativeTzigane. please be sure to read the tags! especially if you're going to try any of my other glenn fics. [this is all assuming ive judged correctly and you are NOT a minor... if im wrong, im so sorry to tempt you, but please treat yourself better than i did as a teen, and come back as an adult]
pps: you dont have to answer this btw, im just intimidated by the personal message system.
I’m glad we see eye to eye on this! I was very bummed seeing the lack of Lup propaganda tbh- most of what I’ve gotten was from my boyfriend lmao- so I really liked seeing your post <3 I do totally get your point honestly, I do think the TAZ folks are less likely to express horny ass characters in the same way via the nature lmao <3 I’m happy to provide kind notes!!! This is just a fun tumblr poll- and I like having fun all around :)! May the sexiest win!!
Also, (not a minor dw-) unfortunately I cannot read your fics.. because I have already read them lmao. I suppose it might be time for a reread though!! I feel like I read Only if for a Night when you first posted it !!!!! I didn’t know that was you, but absolutely killer. Both emotionally and all the other ways. Plus the not click bait series- you pull one of my favourite tropes of ‘Glenn is triggered by something that would’ve been cool and fine for him previously’- which I LOVE. Exploring his triggers is rad.
Unfortunately my only Glenn-centric fics are incredibly unsexy, one being written for an English assignment a while back about Morgan’s old art room and the other about him trying to form a relationship with narc…. (And I guess the odyssey-san crackfic lmao).. So much respect to those capable of writing steamy shit. Really tempting me to try -w-. I grew up a roleplayer so describing more than one character/more than just dialogue is sooo hard to me.
Sorry for my excessive rambling haha!! Have a good day!! I hope our sexy sexy characters have a close, fair match!!!
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FLUX YOU MAD LAD YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!!! THE MARRIAGE CRACKFIC HYPE IS REAL AND THE REALITY DOES NOT DISAPPOINT!! i rly wanted 2 send u an ask as soon as I got the ao3 email but i held myself 2gether and actually read the current content like a Normal Person so!! This’ll be disjointed and incomprehensible but we’re both up at midnight right now so </3
Okay. Right. First of all: I love how comfortable ur writing is!! Like I know I’ve commented on it before but Techno n Quackity are just Very Comfortable with one another and there’s no stilted sort of ‘oh but it’s platonic’ clarification needed! They just genuinely feel safe in one anothers presence and that is wonderful <333
Also,, the description and use of the ‘mutually unrequited’ tag is ENDLESSLY amusing 2 me like yes,,, that’s so them,,, how did I not connect the dots before. Ur literally a genius
I love Mr. Quacks :]] his indignant protectiveness of Quackity that Big Q barely seems to notice? Him quickly registering Techno as a safe person bc of Quackity’s concern for him? Wilbur having issues with A Literal Chicken, Somehow? Mr. Quacks is my new favourite character in the Dream SMP sorry kings that really is how the cookie crumbles
I’m very satisfied by the fact that u let Quackity talk a little bit abt his issues with Schlatt!! And the way you write dialogue is so natural?? Like, Quackity doesn’t rly convey his specific issue super well bc he’s never been great at the whole feelings deal, but it’s super clear he’s trying to get across the emotional manipulation (even if Q doesn’t rly recognize it like that) and Schlatt’s obvious abuse of power over Quackity as his president AND husband. Very proud of him for his efforts :,] and Techno’s automatic response being to just go murder the man? Like YES KING LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO
I don’t know how you manage to do it but you make me more invested in their friendship w/ each thing you write :,]] Quackity’s very easygoing demeanour and active expression of affection through physical gestures and pet names pairs v well with Techno’s more stoic personality that gives way to casual shows of affection and fierce protectiveness of the people he cares about?? Your characterization is literally just a dopamine factory I will never get over how good you are at dynamics aasndmdkfkd
Also I love how ur including more SBI dynamics!! Your Wilbur is friendly but still like. Vaguely Unhinged and I appreciate that you didn’t completely get rid of his Issues(tm) in favour of the family dynamic. You woke up 2day and gave us both! As a treat. And I really love how you write Tommy as a whole :] he’s a bit of a brat and the teenage vibes are ever so present but you do kind of want to give him a hug anyways. I love and care them,,,,
You’ve sparked my thoughts abt your various quacknoblade AUs again!! And also dormant thoughts abt the TMA quacknobros AU I thought briefly abt where Techno was Jon n Quackity was Martin,,,,, honestly ur ability to create brainrot is insane ily king
- Saturn 🪐
OH SATURN I GENUINELY BLEW KISSES AT MY PHONE WHEN I REALIZED THIS WAS FROM YOU. you have such a distinct way of sending asks that I knew it was you right away actually it's really funny amksmdmdkdkd ilysm
Also WOW CALLED OUT YEAH ITS MIDNIGHT YEAH WE'RE FEELING INCOHERENT ❤️
ALSO THANK YOU;;; I channel my aromantic energy into my fics by just not registering things as romantic in the slightest ❤️ I am unstoppable ❤️
Ok wait it's kinda funny bc I feel like at a time I was like "gotta make sure everyone knows this is platonic" but now I've reached this point where I'm just "if you don't get it that's on you" KSKSKSKSKDKKDF
YES THE MUTUALLY UNREQUITED TAG;;; I saw a post abt it on Tumblr, I think I tagged it as #marriage crackfic bc that's literally what it is listen;;; it fits so fucking well oh my God
YEAH YEAH MR QUACKS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME. I was a bit stuck on writing for a while and then iwnas like "wait what if quackity befriends that chicken from the creepcident" and now we're here skskmdmdmdmfk
ALSO YEAH WILBUR AND MR QUACKS S RELATIONSHIP IS V IMPORTANT TO ME
I'm really really glad you like the dialogue abt schlatt. Tbh I think that's like, one of the oldest parts of the fic. I've been writing it on and off for a while now and that was one of the first things I wrote, and I still absolutely adore how it came out. Idk! That bit of dialogue just came out fucking Perfectly for me and I'm still very :]]]]!!!! About it and I'm delighted you like it too!!!!
ALSO YES TECHNO MURDER POG <3
EVERYTIME YOU COMPLIMENT MY DYNAMICS I WEEP;;; I'm just very into characters who are Very Different getting along super well ok. im super duper in love with big stoic and chaotic small and that dynamic lives in my head rent free so you KNOW I gotta write about it as much as possible
YEAAAH THAT BIT WITH THE SBI BOYS WAS A JOY TO WRITE I REALLY REALLY LIKE IT A LOT;;; also yes! Wilbur gets to be unhinged <3 as a treat! AND YES FERAL TOMMY IS SO GOOD. HE IS A TEENAGER AND HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS CONSTANTLY. I imagine rough housing is a very popular way to show affection in the sbi household and tbh I'm a bit feral as well. projecting on to tommy by making him wrestle with techno. KAKAKKSKDKDKF
Ilysm your asks are always such a treat to read I'm very :>>> rn!!!
Also idk anything about TMA but I am looking intently!!! Share your infinite wisdom!!!
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Would you ever write more in the expanded bouncy house/castle universe???? Would you ever write Beth and rio as ACTUAL roommates?? (i don't care what Americans say, if you live with someone and you don't share a room with them they are not your roommate!!! The clue is in the NAME) would you ever write a Dutch au??????
first of (last of), what exactly would a dutch!AU entail in your vision???? just moving the whole thing to......the dutch equivalent of detroit? which -- idk what detroit’s exact vibe is or how people think of it so idk what it would be here. i think im gonna vote tilburg bc it’s close to the belgian border so we could get ourselves belgian big mike, or arnhem bc it’s close to the german border so we could get german big mike, but i could be persuaded otherwise. or ??? imbuing all characters with a dutch sense of entitlement, directness, and cheapskate behavior??? writing the whole thing in dutch????? dutchifying the names? actually that wouldn’t work bc it’s mostly the pronunciation that would shift, not the spelling. what do you want???? either way, no, this country sucks, let’s keep these babies in their own allotted dumpster fire
okay im just gonna answer these in hectic order mmkay? because i do see myself one day getting fed up with whatever it is im writing and just starting on a follow-up for the bouncehouse guy!AU just for the hell of it. absolute crackfic material. sidenote, i recently skimmed over it again and wow did i cringe hard, i think my writing has already definitely improved since. either way!!! i might do it, also to prove to myself i can write things that im not as invested in and just have a good time and not care how it’s received. plus, i already told you the potential plot, didn’t i?
as we’ve discussed before, the bounce house universe has not been explored enough yet, so a sequel would feature more bounce house shenanigans and beth and rio straight up having an affair. bc i dont like dean. dean needs to go.
maybe they have sex once, or maybe they have a couple of weeks/months together before beth is like no wait actually i can’t do this and they put and end to it, but she divorces dean anyways. and then the sequel should end with ruby getting a bounce house for like, harry’s birthday or something (bc this fic actually starts out with beth/ruby friendship stuff and i like a full circle) and rio shows up bc he’s the best bounce house guy in town. and it’s been months since they’ve seen each other, beth doesn’t have a ring on her finger, there’s a moment, beth takes off her shoes to get in the bounce house, rio sees her mismatched socks and smiles, they reunite. there’s some very athletic bounce house sex. they get married in a bounce house. they move into a bounce house. and they bounced happily ever after.
so one day, perhaps
as for actual roommates!AU -- no. i dont think so. mostly bc i thought of another in your opinion faux-roommate fic idea (and PLEASE somebody stop me!!!!!) and one day i need to write something where beth and rio don’t share an address ok????
thank you, my nr 1 bounce house enthusiast!!!!
dare me to write things and watch me suffer
#ask games#ask#sothischickshe#my fic#?????#i wish i had the kinda brain that could work on different fics at once believe me i do#but since i don't PLAN and just DIVE IN like a LUNATIC i can't dive into different holes or one of them is gonna drown me ok?????
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Scales, Fins, and other Fishy Daydreams
Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43151156
Chapter 3/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster
Word Count: 1553
Chapter Summary: Baz takes Simon's shitpost text a step further, and the outcome ends up spreading a few rumors.
SIMON
bi-sammy: sammy would still fuck huxley if he looked like the fish from shape of water
I grin smugly at my screen, sitting in a dark room with nothing shining but my mobile. The shutters stay shut, and the light from the bottom of the doorway barely filters into the room. It’s just me, this scratchy blanket, and Baz, somewhere else in England on another screen. I absolutely adore that.
gaystrell: why would you say something so controversial yet so brave.jpg
Sometimes, I catch myself smiling. Other times, I elect to ignore how real it feels. It’s weird, given that it feels like I’m just chatting with someone who I see everyday. The casualness of this reminds me of texting Penny in the afternoon on a Thursday.
Except, given the current time, it could be interpreted as more intimate than that of a friend’s text.
8am on a Saturday is usually a time reserved for comfort. For staying warm with someone you care about. Instead, I’m just messaging Baz.
bi-sammy: because im right
bi-sammy: hear me out here ive got a brilliant idea
gaystrell: whoever taught you the definition of a brilliant idea was clearly misleading you
bi-sammy: dont be an arse until youve heard it
bi-sammy: wanker
gaystrell: you’re truly proving your point
bi-sammy: ANYWAY
bi-sammy: shape of water au
bi-sammy: thats all
gaystrell: i’m appalled.
gaystrell: hold on.
I don’t think much of it. Occasionally, he disappears for an hour to two. I don’t bother asking, assuming it’s none of my business, but I do tend to worry a bit. I hope he’s alright.
After clicking off my phone, my head settles against my pillow as my eyes fall shut.
There’s something about this. There’s something about him. It’s a bit hard to pinpoint what it is, but the overwhelming feeling of comfort I have in the notifications I get from him just answering my bullshit is incredibly welcomed. He’s semisweet. I don’t know why I didn’t see it earlier, but he’s a fantastically bitter person.
My head slowly turns over, eyes opening and straining in the darkness.
I hate my empty room.
I hate the absence of comfort--I hate the plainness of these walls.
I want to say I hate my foster dad, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to say that. Not because the system will take me again and throw me back (even though I could have left a year back, if I was still in it). Instead, I feel like I shouldn’t hate him. Theoretically, I should be thankful for what I have. I’m not in a boy’s home, and I haven’t been since I was 11, but the remnants remain. The fights don’t go away, and neither do the weeks of starvation.
Still, I sort of despise living here under Davy.
That’s what he makes me call him. His name. His nickname. Not dad; of course not dad. He’s had me in his care for roughly six years, but he’s still Davy to me.
Shitty fucking Davy, with his strict curfews and practically using me as a housemaid because he’s too cheap to care for himself.
Shitty fucking Davy, not letting me add anything to my room because the day I turn 18, I’m out of here until his next kid (and cheque, apparently) come in. Told me I’d wreck the walls and ruin his furniture if I did put anything on it, too.
So that’s what I’ve got. Blank walls, blank furniture, blank everything. It’s like a jail cell for a bedroom, and everything I’ve got to show for myself is in a backpack and two dresser drawers/
But, at least, I own my mobile.
Every summer job, mixed with odds and ends shit and whatever I can do for my bill. It’s all mine, and Davy can’t fucking touch it.
Maybe that’s why, when I feel it buzz against my chest, it makes me feel more alive. It’s a reminder of all that work just to be able to talk to someone freely.
Arguably, the best feeling in the goddamn world.
I grab it and flip it over. It’s just an email about uni.
Fuck.
I end up scrolling through tumblr for a little while, doing nothing but liking and reblogging a thing here or there. It takes a little while before a little drop down falls from the top of my screen.
gaystrell: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1r7Wkwj7MSFk0--DgquHGhYVBbqneEYq0J01t0uMRmxA/edit?usp=sharing
gaystrell: feel the need to apologize before you click the link, but then again, you asked for this hell
When I click on it, it pulls up a doc titled just “crackfic”, and I’m floored with the first sentence alone.
“Fuck my fish ass harder, daddy.”
My hand flies up, covering my mouth as I practically wheeze as quietly as possible. A few paragraphs in and I’m nearly crying into my palm, muffling my laughter as I read through pages upon pages of the most ridiculous fic I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
I check the word count out of pure curiosity, and it somehow makes me laugh harder.
bi-sammy: holy fucking shit
bi-sammy: i swear to god if you don’t post that i will
gaystrell: already in the process of making the archive post
gaystrell: i seriously believe you underestimate my sincere ability to be the biggest dick on the street
bi-sammy: i dont know whether or not u meant that as ur literal dick or the big dick energy in making that a post but id probably agree with you in both
bi-sammy: tag me in the post pls i want to be the first to reblog it
gaystrell: you’re a ridiculous, sad, little man
gaystrell: of course i’ll tag you
Within minutes, it’s uploaded with the absolute worst slew of Archive tags attached to it, and as soon as he tags me in his post, I tap the notification.
Scales, Fins, and other Fishy Daydreams
Word Count: 3,192
Summary: Fish!Huxley and Sam get it on Shape of Water style
@bi-sammy this is your fault (you're welcome)
I immediately slam like and pull up reblog, rapidly typing out my response before posting.
absolute madman. cant believe youve done this. i trust you with my entire life.
As usual, he's quick to reblog back.
anything for the absolute pain in my life x
Smiling shamelessly, I ride on the moment's high as our conversation stays out in the world. I quite enjoy this version of his softness. The public, taunting replies to mine. In all this time of following him, I can't really recall him ever being this friendly with anyone but me.
Makes me feel special. Maybe too much so.
BAZ
The jarring shock of the seemingly endless notifications rattles me momentarily speechless.
It isn't even 15 minutes after I'd replied to Snow and there's already a few people reblogging it with comments about him and I. A quick “i ship y'all’ to “powermove of the century”. Each make me flush deeper as the replies flood in.
If I were to be practical, I'm aware that I shouldn't be so flustered over the concept of us being a couple. It's most likely my overactive, sad, lonely imagination, but the idea of being loved just makes me blush. Especially since it's someone who doesn't seem to absolutely loathe me.
gaystrell: are you reading these?
bi-sammy: the what?
bi-sammy: i have. nothing to read. i cant read.
gaystrell: use your two remaining brain cells look at the notes for the crackfic
bi-sammy: holy shit
bi-sammy: im cackling
A notification pops up, making me snort this time. I pull up the post and send it off to him without a second thought.
gaystrell: sent a post
gaystrell: “sounds like something huxley would do for sam”
bi-sammy: stop im gonna piss myself shits too fucking funny
I pull it back up, scrolling down to reblog and adding a quick reply that, in all honesty, I should have thought out more. Secretly, part of me is glad that I sent it.
huxley wishes he was this smooth ;)
Within seconds, replies flood in from everywhere. From jokes about Snow and I possibly dating to the concept of Huxley writing (purposefully) shitty homoerotica about himself as a fishman. I quite like the conversation about the latter, while the former makes my chest knot in ways inexplicable.
Going through the notes makes me smile, even if it's mildly embarrassing. The amount of times I've seen the eyes emoji used is definitely excessive, but still somewhat welcomed.
Even my archive has a few comments already, although more based around the fic itself. More ironically, though, is the one person who probably took it seriously and just commented, “Nice fic!” I love the abundance of shameless appreciation for obscure fanfiction in the depths of this community.
Snow's messages roll down my mobile screen as I'm checking the comments, continuously replacing the previous message for the top slot.
bi-sammy: mate
bi-sammy: i love you
bi-sammy: also every time you reblog something of mine i get like 5 followers
bi-sammy: if you mention me i get 10
bi-sammy: youre???????????? a god????????
bi-sammy: can i marry you????????????
I slowly close my laptop, eyes on my phone with an absolutely gleeful grin.
gaystrell: when and where?
#carry on#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#mine#it's a handheld disaster#snowbaz#simon snow#tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#baz pitch#simon#baz
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Note on Responsible Fandom-ing
TLDR: Don’t tag original content creators in your fanworks based on their stuff until you’ve very certain that it’s okay for both of you.
Long: You may notice that I just posted a fanfic and tagged the author in it! “Isn’t that a dangerous push against healthy and absolutely necessary boundaries between fan and creator?” you ask? Why, yes! Yes it was. Fanfiction in particular, alas, is tricky, because copyright stuff can get much messier than with fanart or AMVs or whatnot.
Things I did before tagging that author in that posted fic (ie, deliberately drawing their attention to a specific fanwork):
Casually posted the base idea, and the author publicly asked to see it as fic. This is key. I would not have done any of the rest if they hadn’t already expressed interest in seeing a fic.
We have a mutual friend who deliberately does not read fic for this fandom because they sometimes reads the author’s rough drafts, and, like the author themselves but less (I assume) legally constrained, does not want to mix things up in their head. Paying heed to the “cracktacular enough that I can read it” [emphasis mine], I asked this person if they could at least screen my fic for acceptable levels of crack.
I’d written the fic, and was going to post it, but I wasn’t going to tag the author in something they couldn’t risk reading for legal reasons.
They agreed, and said it was probably cracky enough, but they further described the fic to the author themselves in vague terms so as to confirm.
Author confirmed. Friend passed it on. I done posted that crackfic, and tagged the author, with a link to the original post.
BUT…I'm not sure I’d do that again.That basically writing fic on request for the canon author. I’m delighted at the chance to give something back to a writer I admire in exchange for all the joy her books have given me, in a way that is itself an expression of that joy…but I don’t like how much I found myself hanging my hopes for this specifically on her attention and approval. That’s not what fandom should be. Original canon creators should be incidental. They can drop in, say hi, shout encouragement…but they can also discourage, disdain, and we all know that’s a) bullshit but b) disheartening anyway. More dangerously, they limit, even with the best of intentions. It’s hard to blithely headcanon when the author is over there confirming or contradicting things. It’s hard to create smut or, like, explicit torture art when you know the original creator of the characters might see it. (Even though all varieties of sexual and dark content are VALID AF, with the right content warning tags, etc etc. But, you know, societal taboos are a thing that affects us all.)
Also, flip side: writers/actors/etc of original content don’t have the time nor often - as discussed - the strong advice from their lawyers to see everything we want to show them. We really are not entitled to their undivided attention. Again: I would not have tagged the author if I didn’t already know they were interested in this specific thing.
It’s hard. That approval tastes so good. And you love their thing, it’s literally inspiring, and you want them to know that. But there’s gotta be boundaries, or things get Weird, “rights” to “control” “canon” become a clusterfuck, and hate mail happens everywhere. It has happened before and it will happen again.
So I have deliberately not tagged not even named the author or fandom. This is a broader issue, and also this way, the author is in no way pressured to interact and things stay generally impersonal. They might see the post - this particular author follows me, and frankly you reading this quite possibly see through the vagueblogging. But I have chosen not to follow back, because that helps me maintain the illusion that they’re just, like...a particularly big-name fan. And that makes it a lot more comfortable for me to post about their books.
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