#(gotta work on commissions and this chapter now lol)

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter sixty four

close to home | chapter sixty four

plot: time continues to move on for the reader

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,214 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd, the passing of a beloved pet A/N: thank you for reading!! This chapter is going to feature the death of Tora. I know how much you all love her, but with all the time jumps and to continue this story, cats unfortunately do not live that long. I apologize if this is going to be trigger, and if it makes any of you feel better, I based Tora on my cat who is only 3, and I was sobbing writing this as well. So as a little pick me up, there is the beautiful and loving cat that I based Tora off of (and my bookshelf lol) at the end of this chapter

Weeks turned into months as you and Daryl worked on coming back together. By early spring, you were even more in love with and fully committed to him again. You trusted him again, which seemed to elevate Daryl in unexpected ways. He was more open with the kids and even Michonne and took a seat on the council--you declined Michonne’s offer for the hundredth time. 

By late summer, you were happier and healthier after Daryl returned to you. It was coming up on a year since you’d reunited with him, and things were almost perfect again. 

Almost.

With Tora’s age, you had her out of commission. She wasn’t allowed outside the walls, and stairs were getting too hard for her to climb. You or Daryl would have to bring her up and down. She was getting older after all these years, and you knew she wouldn’t make it to the end of the year. So you spent as much time with her as you could. She followed you around the community, cuddled with you and Daryl every night, and even with Dog. You had Siddiq look at her, of course, and you knew she was having kidney issues. But you could do nothing about it until she started showing pain.

Despite Daryl telling you it was a bad idea, you visited with Negan a few times every now and then. You meant what you said to him years ago, that you were moving past things and letting go of the anger. That meant there was room for a tiny bit of guilt for him spending the rest of his life in a cell, not that you thought he should be let out. But you went down to talk to him, and he was never an asshole to you. For whatever reason, he respected your marriage to Daryl and told you he just liked having someone to talk to. 

You knew Judith was doing the same but didn’t say anything. And Judith was Judith; she would do what she wanted anyway, just like her brother and father. 

Which was why Michonne agreed to let you and a group take her out for a hunt. She was nine now, and Michonne knew how important it was for her to know the ins and outs of the area around the community. She trusted you with Judith’s life. 

So you had Rosita, Eugene, Laura, and Aaron come out with you, as they did most of the out-of-community work anyway. Daryl was needed to help build up one of the new farming stands, so you couldn’t have him come. 

You were meant to meet them in a few minutes at the gate and could hear Judith bumping around in her room while getting ready. The two of you never seemed to get anywhere on time these days. 

“You gotta be kidding me,” You mumbled as you adjusted your belt. It was too tight around your waist. But it was notched where it always was, and then you realized it wasn’t the belt that was too tight. 

“No,” You shook your head as you walked to the mirror that hung from behind the door. You lifted your shirt and turned to the side.

“No, no.” You mumbled as you set your hands around your stomach. It was definitely sticking out more than it should’ve.

You let the shirt drop, which made you look almost normal, and then you picked the shirt up again as you thought about when you got your last period--but of course, it was never regular after the end of the world to begin with. 

“(Y/N), I’m ready to go…” Judith swung the door open but paused when she saw you. “Are you pregnant?” She yelled. 

You immediately pulled her into your room and shut the door behind her. “Do you always have to be so loud,” You said, which made her giggle. 

“Let me see.” She reached for your shirt, which you let her, and she pulled it up. “I remember how big mom’s tummy got.”

“I’m not pregnant,” You said, but you weren't so sure when you looked in the mirror. The symptoms you had for your first were surprisingly few; if it was the same, it wasn’t a wonder how you didn’t realize sooner. 

“I bet Daryl will be happy.”

“Go get your sword before I toss you out the window, missy.” 

***

“Judith!” You screamed, flicking blood off your machete. Your heart was beating faster than you ever could’ve imagined as you looked around the woods for your niece. You felt tears burn in your panic, and you looked at Rosita, who looked as desperate and scared as you. 

You followed Rosita through the woods, screaming out for Judith. You ran towards the sound when you finally heard her yelling that she was close. 

“I heard them calling, they needed our help.” Judith said. 

You looked behind her and immediately drew an arrow. Five strangers were following behind her, all out of breath and in bad shape. Dog was barking like crazy in warning, and you whistled to recall him. He sat next to you. 

Rosita and Aaron discussed with Judith as to why you couldn’t bring them back, and you watched her threaten that she wouldn’t come back. 

“We bring them.” You said. “I will talk to Michonne. I want us in group formation. There are walkers behind every damn tree.” You said. 

Eugene and Laura took the lead, while Rosita and Aaron took the back. You and Judith walked side by side with the strangers. You noticed the two quiet ones were talking in sign language, and you could pick up a few things they were discussing. 

“Hey,” You took a couple quick steps and looked at the one who heard you. You set your machete away and did your best to sign as you spoke. “I’m (Y/N). It’s been a while since I’ve signed. I wanted to reassure you that you’ll be safe. We’ll help your friend. I can’t promise anything after that.”

“I’m Kelly,” The younger one said as she signed. “This is my sister Connie.” You looked at Connie while she signed. “She said-.”

“I got the gist,” You said, then you did your best to sign again and had to spell out a few words you didn’t remember. I went to school for speech pathology before switching to medicine. It’s been a long time, though.

It’s nice to meet someone I can talk to you, Kelly always has to translate for me, Connie signed to you. You were able to understand most of it and you nodded at her, which made her smile. 

***

Daryl was the first one you saw when you walked through the gates, and you smiled, jogging up to him. Your bow clanged against his crossbow as you hugged, and he kissed you briefly before looking past you. “What’s all this?”

“Don’t ask,” You muttered. “One word. Judith.”

“Ain’ a surprise.”

You turned back to the strangers as they marveled at the community, and you saw in their faces how relieved they were. They had to have been out there for a long time. You couldn’t imagine it. After all this time, you didn’t know what you would do without the communities. 

There was a slight argument amongst the residents before Michonne showed up, and after looking them over, she had them put away into holding for the night so the council could vote in the morning. 

Daryl had more work to do, so he bid goodbye, and you walked home with Judith. 

“So when are you gonna tell him?”

“Judith.”

“What? I’m just asking. Would that mean I’m an aunt if you have a baby?”

You smiled, looked down at your niece, and then wrapped an arm around her. “No, sweetheart. It would make you cousins. You’ll be an aunt when RJ has a baby in many, many years from now.”

“But I could help you take care of it.”

“Judith.” 

“Maybe you can ask mom to help you since you don’t have any kids,” Judith asked as she looked up at you. 

You frowned slightly and tipped her hat forward to cover her eyes. “I did have a kid. I had a son. But he died in my belly.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Judith said. “Was it before?”

You nodded as you stopped by the stairs to your house. “It was.”

Judith gave you a big hug. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll be a great mom. You’re my best friend.” 

***

You were standing in your room a few hours later naked, having just showered. Your long hair was dripping as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. Your stomach wasn’t extended the way it would’ve been if you’d put on a bit of weight--which you’d gotten back to your regular weight after being shot--but it was just your lower belly. And it took you back to years ago with Liam, and you were this size at around five months. If you were pregnant, you’d be showing earlier. 

You pressed your hand against the swell and sighed loudly. Pregnant. After all this time, you couldn’t be, could you? Not after all these years. 

The sound of meowing caught your attention, and you quickly got dressed before walking over to the window. Tora was at the front steps, and you didn’t like the sound of her howling. Your fingers trembled as you looked at her for another second. She was pushing thirteen, which was on her breed's older side of the lifespan. 

You quickly rushed down the stairs and outside. 

“Tora, sweetie,” You said as you scooped her up in her arms. She’d been losing weight a lot in the past month. You knew her time was coming. 

She meowed quietly as she got comfortable in your arms. Living on your farm, you’d grown up around house cats and barn cats, and they all acted the same way when it was time. When they needed to say goodbye. So when you saw Tora looking up at you with those sweet, innocent eyes, you knew it was. 

Tears burned your eyes as you thought about your old treehouse and living there with her alone. How she kept you alive because you were too stubborn to let her die. And even before that, when Liam gave you to her on Christmas morning, she immediately crawled into your lap and started purring. Thirteen years was long for a cat in this world, and she spent most of it malnourished, even though you did your best. 

“(Y/N)? What’s going on?” 

You looked up at Judith with tears on your cheeks. “Can you run and get Siddiq for me, sweetie?”

Ten minutes later, Siddiq held Tora in his arms as you watched him press around her belly. When she showed discomfort and tried to scratch him, he gave her back to you. 

“I’m sorry. It’s probably the kidneys. I can use the machine on her tomorrow to take a look.”

You nodded, but you knew it wouldn’t come to that. She wasn’t going to make it through the night. 

“Do you know where Daryl is?”

“He was with Aaron. I think they were workin’ late on the farming stand.”

Siddiq said goodnight and squeezed your arm before he left, and then Judith wrapped her hand around your bicep. “Can I come with you?”

“I’m gonna bring her back here, Jude. I promise. Can you get some pillows and blankets on the couch? You know how she likes it.”

Judith nodded and ran back into the house. You sniffled a few times and started walking towards the center of the community. 

You were already crying when you saw Daryl with Aaron, working with flashlights to get the stand finished. You tried to call out his name but had to take a deep breath. Tora stirred in your arms and you shushed her, kissing the top of her head. 

“Daryl?” He turned around the moment he heard the tone of your voice, and you saw his face drop when he saw you. “Tora…she…” You broke out into tears. 

He tossed his tools aside, told Aaron he’d see him tomorrow, and then came to you. “Come on, darlin’, let’s get her home.” 

You nodded as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you home.

Judith set up the couch like you asked her, and you gently set Tora on the blankets before sitting on the floor. You gently ran your hand along her body and fluffy tail, and she looked at you with those big eyes. 

Daryl sat down next to you while Judith sat on the couch. You pressed your forehead on the cushion near her paws and tried not to start scream-crying in front of Judith. You wanted to do that and throw things around and punch holes through walls. But you didn’t do any of that. 

“Why don’ ya go get ya mom, Judith? She’ll wanna be here.” 

Michonne joined you with a sorrowful look on her face. She loved Tora, although she didn’t show it. But you remembered perfectly her sneaking little bits of food to her when she thought no one was looking. 

After a little while, you let Tora sleep and leaned against the loveseat. Daryl sat beside you, and Michonne took the chair with Judith on her lap. You told them all silly stories about Tora before they knew her when she was just a kitten, and you told Judith how much her brother loved the cat and how you’d always find him stealing her every chance she got--which was something they had in common. Over the past six years, Tora often slept at the foot of Judith’s bed. 

It drew further into the night, and everyone was half asleep when Tora stirred on the couch. The bell from her collar rang as she jumped down and limped her way toward you. She curled herself up on your lap, and you gently pet her. Daryl took your other hand, and Judith and Michonne came to sit on the floor with you. 

“You’re okay,” You said through your tears. “You can sleep now. Say hi to Carl for me, okay, when you get there?”

Around two in the morning, Tora took her last breath in your arms. You sobbed, holding her body to your chest. Daryl held you while Michonne held a hysterical Judith. 

Your heart ached when Daryl tried to take her body from you, and you finally gave in. “Make sure she’s comfortable,” You sobbed. “Wrap her in her favorite blanket. Please be careful.”

“I got her, I got her,” He reassured you.

Judith came over to you and sat on your lap to hug you, and you held her tight as you both cried. 

“I wanna bury her next to Carl,” You said through tears. “I think they’d both really like that.” 

Michonne wiped away her tears, and she stood up. “Of course, we can plant some flowers. Anything you want. I’m gonna take Judith up to bed. You can sleep in my room if you want, honey.”

Judith nodded through tears as she stood up. “I wanna help bury her.”

You slowly stood up and ran your hand on the back of her head. “We’ll do it tomorrow morning before the meeting. Don’t worry, sweetie, I’ll wake you up for it.”

Your niece gave you one more big hug before Michonne led her to the stairs, and you could hear her crying on the floor above you. You sat down on the chair and hung your head in your hands. 

Footsteps caught your attention, and you looked at Daryl, who you knew was crying. He must’ve taken a few extra minutes to avoid crying in front of Judith. 

“Wrapped her up gentle, I promise,” Daryl told you and helped you up so he could hug you. “In her favorite blanket. We’ll bury her tomorrow.”

“We have to give her a funeral.” You cried into his chest. “A good one. She was my life.”

He rubbed the back of your head and kissed your forehead. “We’ll give her the best damn funeral Alexandria has ever seen, okay? Come on, let’s get to bed. Ya gotta try and sleep, darlin’.”

You didn’t want to; of course, you didn’t. But you knew you needed to, and sleep would make you forget. So you let him bring you upstairs, help you into pajamas, and then hold you while you cried yourself to sleep. 

***

The following day, Tora’s absence had you hysterically crying. It woke Daryl up, and he held you, rubbing your back and trying to help you calm down. Then your door opened, and Judith ran in. 

“I thought you left without me, and I missed it,” She started sobbing and jumped on the bed, pushing her way so she was lying between you guys.

“No, sweetie,” You cried and kissed her forehead. She cuddled up against you to cry. 

***

Aaron must’ve spread the word about Tora’s passing because your family was there as you carried her wrapped-up body to the small cemetery. Michonne must’ve woken up early to dig the grave because it was already ready and waiting next to Carl’s. 

You knelt on the ground and gently laid her body to rest. You wiped away your tears and stood up. Daryl wrapped an arm around you and nodded at Aaron, who grabbed the shovel. 

“I would like to say a few words,” Judith said as she grabbed your hand. “If everyone would please pay attention…” When everyone was, she spoke again. “I knew Tora my whole life. I heard stories about her sleeping in my crib with me. And she was the best cat I ever had. And I love her so much.”

You smiled through your tears at your niece, squeezing her hand. 

“One time when we were on the road,” Rosita said, “Before we found this place, she came up to me and sat next to me. It was weird for me because I’m a dog person. But she just sat right there. It was like she knew I needed to not be alone.” 

“I enjoyed watching her chase birds,” Eugene bowed his head. 

Your eyes filled with tears as Michonne stepped up. “She used to try and steal RJ’s food,” She laughed. “I always let her have some.”

“Thank you guys,” You said. “Thank you for helping keep her safe. She was special. And even though this is heartbreaking, I’m happy I was able to keep her safe. And she passed peacefully in my arms. Safe, and warm, and so, very loved.” 

You looked up at Daryl, the only one who hadn’t said anything. 

“I, uh.. I first met the cat when I first met (Y/N), when we almost killed each other. I remember thinkin’ she must be crazy for havin’ a cat. But Tora was good. And ‘m gonna miss her every day.” 

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl twd #twd #daryl x you

[shenyaanigans]

3, 6, 17, 18, 27, 29 for ao3 wrapped! if you want to, of course :)

AAAA hello dear friend!! <3 thank u so much for the asks! 3&17 i answered here, but i shall answer the rest of these! <3

ao3 wrapped

6. Favorite title you used

I gotta give this one to an angel's share which was supposed to be a 5+1 that got. Out of Hand, let's say. The context is that I went to a distillery in Ireland at around the time I was being consumed by Trigun brainrot, and during the tour, the tour guide talked about how, when whiskey is aging in its barrels, it loses about 10% of its volume to evaporation, but back in the olden days, they didn't know that's what happened, so they chalked up the missing whiskey to "the angel's share"--where angels came down and blessed the barrels in the morning before they were opened, and took a drink with them. I found this anecdote to be so cute and inspiring, and I pictured Vash stealing things from Wolfwood and well. The rest is history. LOL

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Interestingly, I would say this is Wolfwood. Not because I actually felt like he gave me trouble during the writing process, but because Trigun fandom started to really make me question whether I was doing a good job with him by the end... Part of the reason an angel's share remains unfinished is because I feel vaguely... I don't know, embarrassed? It's difficult to keep going once the seed that I've been fundamentally mistaken about a character is planted, because I can't stop second guessing that I'm somehow doing something wrong. This, as well as some other factors, made Wolfwood difficult to go back to, despite that I love him and have confidence in my literary analysis of both him and Vash.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

So USUALLY nothing, but sometimes, I'll just listen to a single song on repeat that for some reason really gets me in the groove. For like no reason. Which is why my top songs on spotify are so fucked up LOL

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

I have a lot of favorites, but I love the drawing scene from chapter 5 of bodice ripper. It's both a massive narrative pay-off moment, and a showcase of good writing at the same time, and marrying those two aspects of narrative work has always been something I've struggled with! Here is my favorite excerpt from that scene:

With that, he turns to go. Jing Yuan is reminded, suddenly, of that day on the Alchemy Commission’s beach, when he’d run into Mr. Yang again after ignoring him for days. What if he had ended this all there? If he had allowed Mr. Yang to walk away back then, would it have been better? Certainly, it would have spared them both the tension of now. But— Is it so much better to have never suffered through loss, Mr. Yang had said at dinner, than it is to have risked and gained something that mattered? It occurs to Jing Yuan, throughout all this, he has risked nothing. Actually, he has risked nothing his entire life. And he has risked nothing knowing that risking nothing was the correct thing to do, because he has watched every person he has ever known risk something at the expense of everything, just because the potential return was high. It is he who has lived so long because he has always taken the cautious path, the meticulous path, knowing risk is only worth it when victory is assured first. He has always been a coward. It doesn’t bother him.

#kat replies #thank you so much for asking!! you are always too sweet to me!! <3 #i hope you are well this holiday season!

[rogueshadeaux]

An update regarding inFAMOUS: Erosion

Hey there! Rogue here, and I have something regarding inFAMOUS Erosion that I wish to tell you all about so as not to blindside you.

(Now, stop panicking, first off lol.)

I got married in the height of the pandemic; everyone in my family has autoimmune issues (even my poor cat is asthmatic) and my then-boyfriend at the time and I wanted to cover as many bases as possible, especially since I was pregnant. So our five year plan became a five week one, and we got married. No wedding, no reception, just us on the courthouse steps with a judge (we weren't even allowed in) and then take out after. While neither of us cared about a wedding, we never got to go on a honeymoon, and that was always something we strived for down the line. COVID-19 took so much from so many of us, and my family was no exception.

Well, the parasite that was in my womb is now two years old, the oldest is becoming an adventurous spirit, and we've decided it's time to put that savings account to good use and make this a family affair. We've booked not only two separate trips, but a series of events all throughout July and August so we may 'live it up' in lieu of time and chances missed.

And I plan on going on hiatus while we do so.

I fear I won't be able to keep up with the word count and deliver a quality tale on time, and would rather make sure I don't burn myself out trying to perform on top of everything else we have planned. It's also always healthy to take a break! And I feel I have the perfect midpoint prepared to pause and give you all an 'intermission' of sorts before returning. I know it's always so so scary to hear an author is going on hiatus, because really, that's the preamble to an orphaned fic; so I want to assure you that where I will stop the story before disappearing is 104,404 — and the current fic is at 136k words. There's still passion for the project, and it will probably be worked on in the lull time of my hiatus; but that gap between where I've posted and where I am is closing, and I don't want it to get any closer. And I fear trips and concerts and museums and events and a wild summer is simply the perfect storm to be caught in — and to lose my way in the kicked up dust.

"So then...what does that mean?"

I will be posting up to Chapter Twenty, with a two-chapter 'mid-season finale' as I've been jokingly calling it on the 9th and 10th of July. After that, I will be going on hiatus until September 11th, 2023. Another Monday, per the usual. I am beyond excited for this second half; I finally feel like I can dive into the real meat of the story. Once I hit that midpoint, every piece of foreshadow and worldbuilding is on the table. The big turning point that'll propel the second half of Erosion will be revealed. I'll be moving on from whittling the wood to manipulating the marionette, and you have no idea how hyped I am to really give you the tale I'm trying to spin. The sad thing is, I've still gotta spin it, and I fear I won't be able to dedicate myself as well as I should in order to really give this idea in my head the honor it deserves. And of course, what you deserve too; I'm a freelance editor. If I put anything out there that sucks, I will off myself lol.

"Will you be disappearing too?"

Nah. Probably not. I'm chronically online and legally/medically can't drive, so I gotta do something on the car/plane rides. There are two one shots in my google docs I might push out in the meantime, an art commission planned, and of course, I will always supply memes and share other inFAMOUS pieces that my dear friends are putting out. There's so much newfound chatter in the inFAMOUS fandom that I feel confident I could step back for two months and you wouldn't even miss me! It's truly breathtaking to see this fandom returning like this. If you put things into perspective, while two months seems so goddamn long — that's 4 chapter updates. That's it!! That's all I'm gonna be gone for!!

"What if you finish Erosion while you're gone?"

God, that'd be the day, wouldn't it? I'll definitely freak the fuck out and post nonstop on Tumblr, so if I do, you'll know lol. If by some stroke of a miracle I finish Erosion while I'm gone, I will still be on hiatus until September 11th. I need a goddamn vacation. But upon returning, if I am either done or very close to done, I plan on upping my schedule to a weekly posting system. If not, biweekly until that point.

So, that's my advance warning for you all: I plan on stepping away, but it will not be permanent. I can't disappear from this fandom the moment it's beginning to return! That'd truly be insane!

While I am gone, check out @conduiitz'/@kraftledare's Shattered, a comic of a Glass Conduit looking for his best friend in a post-apocalyptic wasteland; @codenamehazard's No Man's Land, an Evil Karma Cole MacGrath AU that follows the Beast as he explores the Wildlands of the Great Plains and the society Conduits have created in it; and @cedar990's Equilibrium, where Light Conduit — and DUP Agent — Ezra Sims tries to throttle the plans of the rising Dust Men in Nova City.

And keep an eye out when you read; you might catch a certain pair of Conduit twins playing around in the backgrounds of these stories! They need a break too, after all.

I want to thank you for your understanding and for all the time you've dedicated so far to hearing me tell this story. I've truly enjoyed every second of it, and cannot wait for more. Tsiikohtaahsi'tsihp amohk aohkanoo'p — which in my tribe's language means I'm so happy we've all gathered here; it's given me a chance to tell a tale I never thought anyone would care about, and to watch the embers of this grand video game franchise be fanned enough to reignite. I love this community and will be itching to return the moment I declare official hiatus status, I just know it.

But until then, let's finish the first half of inFAMOUS: Erosion!

#infamous erosion #going Rogue

[whatthefishh]

For the WIP game, I am intrigued by the first one. What's it about and who's the "bane of your existence?" lol

Also, gotta say I'm really looking forward to Satisfactory ch. 3 👀

(Thanks for tagging me btw, I'll do it once I can get to my laptop 😘)

Hi @campingwiththecharmings hehe ❤️

Like, please someone needs to rip that story out of my head so I can just finish it. I have ideas for Jake that need fulfilling.

As for the bane of my existence, I’m working on a regency series that is giving me trouble bc of my own self critical issues but I’m slowly chipping away at it. Some of my dear moots know the details, but for now before I drop the first chapter I’m only going to say this:

Santiago Garcia in regency fashion

Enemies to lovers

It is x reader but reader has a nickname for ease of comprehension

Some of our other faves from TF will be making appearances 💕

Artwork has been commissioned and will be posted with the first chapter (s/o to @eamlav 🥰)

Thank you so much for this ask I’m so excited about it that I hate my hesitation to write it!

#inbox 💌 #wip game #bloom for me #regency Santi

[elequinoa-world]

I ... I did it. 

I wrote an entire script for my OCs universe. I can’t believe it.

Still gotta do plenty of editing now, but damn, it feels good.

#it's ten chapters of a would be graphic novel #this is gonna be the hardest part now lol #but daaaaaamn i did it!!! #im so proud of mysself for putting together a coherent story with beginning middle and end #i gotta keep going and not give up this time #this is the dream of a lifetime #to put these idiots on paper #i might start commissioning again #for special scenes #also it went a surprising way concerning a character #and it messes with the next ideas i have #but oh well #ill work with it #i learned to be more flexible #to plan ahead but not too much to leave room for actual creation #3615 ma life #my ocs #aataveith #and now its 4am and im gonna go to bed lol

[spiderling-space]

I finally edited all of my twst x reader fics to twst x mc on AO3. You can access them here. I didn't realise I had written so many TWST fics until I put them here.

These ones has yandere content other than nsfw stuff in it:

My other twst works on AO3:

As much as I loved the crack of this, I couldn't find motivation to continue. It was MC finding out disney logos in every main location

This one is Secret Santa gift for a server member. It was their OC x yandere!Idia

This is where I first introduced my OC, Natalie Emilia Croft. The first fic on her is a smut with Malleus lmfao

This came later on. Gotta go with angst next in Malleus x Natalie AUs lol

And lastly, this is where I properly introduced my OC. She is my MC so I started from the very first chapter and covered the first 4 chapters of the prologue

All these being shared, I don't feel motivation to write for twst at the moment. If I write, it'd be commission or if I want to develop my OC more via more fics and chapters. Other than that, I will continue to share memes, incorrect quotes and headcanons from my main.

The lack of updates and the huge breaks for main story updates made me lose interest in twst. Yes, we got event stories but I'd rather have main story completed.

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As of now, I will focus on my Black Widow fics and original content as I am currently planning to write my own Otome Isekai

Thank you for the views, kudos, reblogs, follows and comments. They all uplifted my mood every time I saw them on my notification.

Thank you for being with me through my fics from crack to angst, from healthy relationships to yandere <3<3<3

Take care !

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #idia shroud #kalim al asim #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jack howl #floyd leech #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst sam #twisted wonderland sam #divus crewel #dire crowley #vil schoenheit #rook hunt

[salty-stories]

Mini Update!

Hey y’all!

I, yet, live and breathe! Sorry about the semi-but not really-hiatus, I’m still on break from working on IF and being active on the blog. Although, I’ve been good about popping in and refreshing the queue and reblogging what new if stuff happens across my dash(there’s so many good new wips out there and I’m starting to lose track of them all, gotta make spreadsheet lol)

August has been a bit of a break month for me. I’ve been traveling, working on academic projects, and settling into life in a new place. So writing has been….pretty much nonexistent but that’s okay! I’ve decided I’m not gonna punish myself for not producing every free moment and take things slow for now.

That said! I have used this break to sit back and work on Stygian’s plot. I finally have the central conflict all planned out and I’m so excited to introduce the game’s kinda-villain. Although, I announced Stygian back in February, progress on the demo is a bit stalled. I’ve roughly coded her ui and written the prologue and a portion of the first chapter, but I want to release a good chunk of narrative with the initial demo. So, all of that will have to wait until the LaF update, etc.

Also! Some last bit of Stygian news: I just got the line-art for the ro portraits I commissioned a while ago and the urge to yeet them into the void is so strong! I like can’t stop looking at them, ahhhhhh can not wait to share them when they’re finished👀👀

Also, Also! Been just consuming a bunch of IF lately(including VNs, which I missed playing) Here’s some I’ve really enjoyed:

Attollo by @attollogame​ - Finally caught up the new update and AMES!!! Your mind, I swear!!!! If you love horror, intricate worlds, and pitch-perfect characterization, then you gotta read Attollo!!

Body Count by @bodycountgame​ - No one should be surprised as I’m the president of Nell’s fan club and I reiterate, YOUR MIND NELL!!! Playing Chapter 2 after being disappointed by this year’s Love Island was everything!! 

Boyfriend Dungeon - Disk Horse aside(please be kind to yourself and read the content warnings, if not the one in the game but the ones online by other players before diving in<3), this was so much fun! I really enjoyed the wielding your partner and trusting in one another aspect, a la Pacific Rim. The combat isn’t super grindy like other roguelikes and the music and graphic are very cute! I really rec it, if you’re okay with the st*lk*ng plot device

Celestia by @jelpiparade​ - A REGENCY FANTASY VN!!! That’s really all that needs to be said but I’ll go on^^ I’m in love with everything the dev’s have made but this one’s art style and setting really blew me away. If the idea of people representing celestial bodies and regency conventions without the bigotry appeals to you, then I really rec this!

Crosshollow Foundations by @townofcrosshollow​ - The UI!! The Prose!! Loved it! Super excited to read more!! I also really rec that y’all check out; 13 Laurel Rd and Angel in the Aspens

The Eight Years Revolution by @eight-years-revolution​ - Also finally caught up on 8yr and (I’m sounding like a parrot but!) your mind, Oscar!!! Also the game looks so amazing, especially on mobile!! 

Tailor Tales by @celiannac​ - I recently stumbled on this game after playing it and not really feeling it a few years ago and found myself really enjoying it now! Its got a fashion design mini game component to the traditional visual novel narrative that can feel repetitive but I found it really fun(brought me back to those younger days playing dress up barbie games online) and there’s a few different routes and ros to choose from. As always be sure to read the content warnings before playing as some routes deal with heavy themes! I will say that I really appreciated how detailed and thorough each route’s content warnings are; you can even see additional warnings related to content which made me feel safe and trust the narrative!

A Tale of Crowns by @ataleofcrowns​  - You don’t need me to tell you how amazing Chapter 7 was but I’m gonna do it anyway^^ I can’t even begin to imagine the branching going on behind the scenes but I loved seeing where all our choices lead and the description of ceremony was beautiful!! I lost my old saves but it was honestly worth playing multiple times, absolutely loved it!!

September is around the corner and I’m gonna get back to work! Don’t know how writing if and doing school at the same time is gonna go but we’re gonna do our best! Hope everyone is staying happy and healthy!!!<3

#sorry for all the tags and rambling <3 your works pls do not percieve me sksksks #also going thru a bit of anime phase but y'all don't need to know my trash dfkhsgk #salty talks #devlog #kinda #interactive fiction

[gondowan]

Over Your Shoulder

Pairing: Paz Viszla x f!Reader

You're used to working for others. As a freelance armstech, you flit from contract to contract, never staying too long in one place. Although the freelancer life is fun, you kind of wish you could trade it all for a little bit of stability. As the maker would have it, that stability shows up in the form of one (1) Paz Viszla.

Tags/Warnings: nothing right now, but future loving degradation, Good Communication Is My Kink, daddy kink, and other sexy consensual shenangians. Reader has slight self esteem issues.

Notes: I haven’t written for fun in forever, but new year new me! If you know me in real life never bring this up because I will combust lol. I was going to fire off a brief smutty one-shot pwp thing but of course I couldn’t resist adding ~ b a c k s t o r y ~ so here you go. Subsequent updates will probably just be pwp.

Chapter 1: All The Grass is Greener Everywhere You Look

Nervousness, you assumed, was a regular feeling for anyone who was newly married. Doubly so for the new spouse of a Mandalorian. Unlike the rest of the galaxy where marriage vows were somewhat loose, Mandalorians took their vows very seriously. Forever, generally meant, forever.

Your relationship with Paz Viszla was strange in and of itself. As a freelance armstech, you hopped from planet to planet offering your repair services, never staying in any one place for too long. While on Bothawui, you had let slip to a client that you were headed to Nevarro next. Greef Karga, the head of the Guild, had put you on a retainer for services to guild members for a few cycles. The pay was good, and he had promised you a steady supply of commissions from the local bounty hunters who frequented Nevarro in need of new weapons and repairs on top of the already nice stipend.

The Bothan, a short humanoid by the name of Eesk, perked up when you mentioned Nevarro, and the next day he came over as you were on your way to the spaceport.

“Can I ask a favor? Do you mind making a delivery for me while on Nevarro?” he asked, pulling a datapad out from his robes.

You looked up, eyes narrowing. Bothans were famous for their information network, and were instrumental to the destruction of the first Death Star, but still, you were understandably nervous. “ Eesk, I’m not interested in looking for trouble. I don’t need the New Republic or any Imp remnant breathing down my neck for delivering that for you,” you said.

Eesk laughed, “Relax, I promise you this isn’t serious. Just deliver this to a Mandalorian on Nevarro. It’s nothing classified, I’m just returning a favor for a friend,”. He slid over a stack of credits. “I’d take it to him myself, but unfortunately I’m held up on New Republic business”.

You reached over and tucked the datapad into your bag along with the credits, “Fine, but you owe me”.

“Next time you’re here, drinks on me.” he said as he walked away.

It was only until you had boarded the transport ship that you realized Eesk had never actually told you were to meet this Mandalorian. ‘Oh well,’ you thought, ‘he’s not getting these credits back’. You leaned your head against the wall of the ship, tired from hauling all of your luggage to the spaceport, and fell asleep.

You were three standard weeks into your contract with Greef Karga and the Guild, and still no Mandalorian had shown up to collect the datapad. It was nice to be somewhat settled in one place for longer than a week, and you had enjoyed the steady stream of work. You had also learned from Karga that the Mandalorian covert scattered from Nevarro, and he hadn’t seen one in a while. For all of their information trafficking and spy network, perhaps Eesk had gotten it wrong for once, and you didn’t really care to ask. After all, it would be nigh impossible to miss a person wearing head to toe armor, especially on Nevarro.

One morning, as you had returned from your walk to the lava plains, you discovered the door to your apartment was unlocked. Strange. Not a good sign. None of your alarms were triggered either. Carefully, you pulled your blaster out its holster before quietly pushing the door open.

“There you are. Been looking all over for you.”

A large man, clad in blue armor and covered in more weapons per square inch that any other being you had ever seen, sat next to your workstation. Despite the blaster pointed at him, he seemed unperturbed, posture open and relaxed.

“What do you want?” you asked, blaster raised, "You picked the wrong house to rob,". You had fended off your fair share of robberies, the expensive equipment you lugged around as an armstech was attractive to petty thieves, and not cheap.

“The datapad.” he said.

“I take it you’re the Mandalorian that Eesk spoke about.”

“Correct,”.

You rummage through your toolkit and dust off the datapad. “Here you go Mr. Mandalorian, although I suggest next time you knock during business hours. Breaking and entering is reserved for long term partners, and you haven’t even bought me a drink yet”. You wince a little inwardly, maybe this dry spell was affecting you more than you thought.

You tap the edge of the datapad on the Mandalorian’s chest plate. “Oh and you might want to get the blaster strapped to your thigh checked, those scorch marks are usually a bad sign,”.

The blue hunk of armor stood up and took the datapad from you. “Thank you for this,” he rumbled before heading out the door.

“Ah, so you do have manners,” you teased before moving to shut the door.

You can’t see the expression on his face, but you hear the huff of a laugh through his modulator accompanied with a shake of his shoulders.

You were pretty sure you’d never see him again.

Wrong.

The next day right as you returned from dropping off a box of repaired pistols, there he was again, blue armor and blank expressionless helmet, sitting in the same spot next to your workstation.

“Can you fix it?” he asked.

You gaped at him for a second, before remembering the comment you made yesterday. “I can take a look,”. You cross over to your workstation, turning on the light and the magnifying glass and grabbing your toolkit. It was an easy but time-consuming fix, and you quickly busied yourself with disassembling the rifle.

“You’re not from Nevarro,”. A question, posed as a statement.

You didn’t look up, “Nope, I’m just passing through.” Hmm, that power cell did not look too good.

“Where is home for you?”

“Nowhere,” you said matter-of-factly as you tinkered away, “Like most people, the Clone Wars and the Empire destroyed what little of a childhood I had. Got taken in by a kind armstech who taught me the trade, and now I hop from planet to planet making a living. What about you? I heard about what happened to the Mandalorians on this planet,”.

“Also nowhere,” the man grunted, and he remained quiet. You finished your work, and handed him the blaster, butt end first.

“You owe me two drinks now, breaking into my place like that.”

He took the blaster from you, two gloved finger tips drawing a line from the middle of your forearm down your wrist. An unnecessary movement, he could’ve just taken the blaster. You gulped. He put the gun back in its holster and leaned forward.

“I might, if you ask nicely. I saw the way you sized me up the first time,”.

You swallowed, mouth going dry. “It’s uh, part of my line of work. Gotta make sure everyone’s packing-- I mean, everyone’s weapons are in tip top shape.” Your stupid lizard brain, at it again.

He cocked his head to the side, “I’m sure it is,” the mirth evident in his tone.

Every evening thereafter, the blue Mandalorian showed up at your doorstep, a new weapon in hand for you to look at. It was nice, you had to admit to yourself. A consistency in your otherwise inconsistent life, and you grew to enjoy his company. What you couldn’t handle however, was the escalating tension between the two of you. He would occasionally stand behind you, his big, all-encompassing frame brushing up against your back, and lean over you to ask about this or that. The first time you thought it was an accident, but then he followed up with an oh-so-casual touch of your wrist, and you were pretty sure it was on purpose, but you also couldn’t tell if that was wishful thinking on your part. Occasionally the two of you would strike up a conversation, but for the most part he sat in a comfortable silence while you worked. When he came over the fourth night, large gattling gun in tow, you decided it was high time to try to get to know him better.

“Uh...would you like to stay for dinner?”, eyes looking down on the (ancient) gattling gun, trying to keep your voice light.

He paused and shook his head “I can’t,”.

Oh, an immediate shut down. Great. Well it was worth a shot.

“Not for the reason you think. I can’t remove my helmet in the presence of others, that’s part of the creed,”.

That made a lot of sense. You hadn’t come across many Mandalorians in your travels, but all of them were rather cagey about their armor and helmet. You had assumed it was due to the value of beskar, but this was the first time you had heard about this creed.

You looked up at him. “Don’t you ever get lonely?” you blurted out, the words forming on your tongue before your brain could shut you down. “Nevermind-- I’m sorry I-”

He interjected, “Sometimes. There are some exceptions though,”.

You leaned forward. “Such as?”.

A pause. He stepped forward, tipping your chin up with a finger.

“ Would you care to find out?”

Ch 2 here

#paz viszla #paz vizla x reader #paz viszla x reader #2021 new year new me #and by new year new me i mean i will write the kinky caretaking fic i want #the mandalorian #mono writes #THE LAST TIME I WROTE IT WAS FOR MASS EFFECT LMAO #this is way too much buildup #but whatever!!!!! #over your shoulder fic

[minijenn]

KH Writing Comm #2

Hey hey my first writing comm of the bunch! This one is for @whump-bunny, who wanted a short "what if" schenario for what would have happened in Keys if Marluxia had successfully managed to take Sora back to Xehanort after capturing him in the Tangled chapters. Gotta say this was fun to work on, though I do kinda feel a little bit bad for Marlulu here... oh, and also Sora I guess, but he doesn't suffer nearly as much here as you might expect lol. Anyway, here it is!

***

There are no words to describe the sheer terror Sora feels when Marluxia drags him away. He only barely hears Donald and Goofy’s horrified cries as he’s pulled into the darkness, his arms still bound by unbreakable chains, his own screams muffled by the gag still covering his mouth. He tries pulling back against Marluxia’s firm hold, but his resistance falls to pieces when the corrupting shadows of the dark corridor start lancing through his body, pouring pain straight into it. But that pain is immediately laced with even more fear when he’s suddenly shoved onto solid ground, the shaded tower they’d just been in seconds before now replaced with a pristine white room.

And, standing on the far side of that room is none other than Master Xehanort himself.

Sora freezes up the moment he sees him, his next scream caught in his throat as Marluxia takes a small step past him, the other end of his chains still clenched tightly in his grip. Xehanort’s back is turned to them, and at first it seems as though he hasn’t noticed their arrival. At least until Marluxia speaks up to announce it.

“Master,” he inclines his head in respect. He pauses briefly, his broad grin widening as he spares a small glance over at his frightened captive. “I have returned, with both a Key… as well as a special ‘gift’ that I’m sure you’ll appreciate. I have brought your precious thirteenth vessel home early.”

Xehanort finally glances over his shoulder, his expression initially bored, until his golden gaze falls upon Sora. The master strangely seems caught off guard, as if he truly is surprised by Marluxia’s “gift”. His expression darkens when he turns around fully, his dark Keyblade flashing into his hand as he walks toward the pair. Each slow step he takes fills Sora with a new wave of dread, his heart pounding and his entire body trembling as he realizes there is no escaping this. No escaping from the awful man who’s already well on his way to destroying him completely.

Xehanort finally stops a few feet away, pulling his deadly Keyblade back for a heavy strike. Sora closes his eyes, already anticipating the untold pain that’s about to come his way. And yet, surprisingly, it doesn’t come, at least not to him. Instead, Xehanort’s Keyblade soundly strikes Marluxia instead.

His startled cry echoes through the room as he’s thrown across it. His back hits the far wall, and within seconds, Xehanort bridges the gap between them, leaving Sora exactly where he is to watch this bewildering twist unfold.

“You traitorous fool!” Xehanort snaps, infuriated. He keeps Marluxia pinned in place by positioning the edge of his dark weapon dangerously close to his neck, and Sora is shocked to see just how shaken he is by his master’s ire. A rare look on someone who, mere seconds ago, had been so calm and collected in light of his supposed triumph. “Have you learned nothing from your past failures? Are you really so impetuous and incompetent that you would bring him here now, far before he’s ready to join our ranks?”

“I-I simply assumed that you-” Marluxia is swiftly cut off as Xehanort presses his Keyblade even closer to him, to the point that its edge is all but skimming the skin of his throat.

“Never take it upon yourself to assume what my intentions are, Number Seven,” the master warns him, his voice quiet yet incredibly threatening. “The task I gave you was a fundamentally simple one: to go into the worlds and retrieve a Key for our cause. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. And yet you couldn’t even do that much right. Perhaps you thought that you were going a step beyond the station of your duty with this ‘ingenious’ plan of yours, but instead, all you have accomplished is the exact opposite. You have disgraced me, my seventh; you have disgraced me, you have disgraced your Organization, and most of all, you have disgraced yourself.”

Marluxia pales at this, his jaw dropped as he tries to futilely fish for words he can’t seem to find. When he does speak, his voice is small, subdued, something that barely sounds like it could come out of any Organization member at all as far as Sora is concerned. “M-my… apologies, master,” he starts, clearly treading as carefully as he can now. “But… if the boy is here now, then you could finish carrying out your plans for him far sooner. He could be of use to us now instead of-”

He’s cut off as a sharp, agonized cry escapes him, echoing through the white room. Xehanort’s hand is held up, darkness enshrouding it as he forces that silencing pain onto his seventh vessel’s heart. “You understand nothing of my plans,” he sneers coldly. “I am the one who is meant to guide our thirteenth to his proper place among us, not you. Your role is to do as you’re told, and if memory serves correctly, I never told you to bring Sora to me prematurely, did I, my seventh?”

“N-no, master,” Marluxia barely manages to say above the pain relentlessly clinging onto his heart. “You did not…”

“I don’t believe you realize just how grave of a mistake you’ve made here,” Xehanort finally backs away, his Keyblade disappearing. “Perhaps this will prove enough to remind you to never act against my wishes again.” At this, Xehanort clenches his darkness-shrouded hand into a tight fists, pressing his devastating power upon Marluxia even further. He collapses to his knees, another anguished scream tearing out of his throat as he helplessly writhes at his master’s feet.

The most Sora can do is watch this entire horrific display from afar, his eyes wide with apt fear. He can’t deny he’d feel sorry for Marluxia… if Marluxia hadn’t been the one to chain him up, steal him from his friends, and drag him straight into the lion’s den. Right into Xehanort’s cruel, cunning hands to no doubt face the very same kind of horrific torment as soon as he’s done with the current target of his hatred.

This bout of twisted torture goes on for what seems like ages. It finally ends when Marluxia finally fully falls to the ground, barely conscious, a small bit of blood trickling out of his mouth to stain the otherwise flawless floor. Xehanort stands over him, absolutely sympathetic as he offers his seventh vessel one final warning. “If you ever dare to disobey me again, I can promise you that your next punishment will be far worse than you can imagine,” he says simply before turning away, allowing Marluxia to finally slip into the void completely.

When Xehanort looks back at him, the most Sora can manage to get out underneath his gag is a small, anxious whine. He pulls back away as much as he’s able as the master approaches him, his expression an icy mask of stern authority. “Let this… display be a lesson to you as well, my thirteenth,” he says calmly, as if he hadn’t just put someone through such immense suffering. “It is the same law each of your fellow members are made to follow: if you ever decide to rebel against the role I have planned for you, then you must be prepared to face the consequences of your own insolent actions. And all of the pain that futile insubordination is bound to bring to you.”

Sora’s barely listening by this point, as overwhelmed by terror as he is. His Keyblade won’t come to him, won’t appear to free him from the chains around his wrists, from this awful situation as a whole. And yet, much to his surprise, he soon finds that he doesn’t need it to at all.

“Even so, I feel inclined to apologize for my seventh’s ignorant haste,” Xehanort finally smiles, slipping a finger under Sora’s chin to guide his haunting gaze. “As I said, you aren’t meant to be here, not yet. There’s still so much more you need to do, so many more Keys yet for you to claim. Far be it from me to detract you from such an essential mission. With that mission in mind, you may return to the light that you’re so accustomed to… for the time being.”

With a wave of the master’s hand, a dark corridor forms directly underneath Sora, its shadows already starting to swallow him, his chains and gags suddenly disappearing as they do. Sora gasps, immediately trying to escape the dangerous darkness devouring him, only to be overwhelmed by it almost immediately. The last thing he hears before it carries him somewhere far away is his master’s voice, echoing one last sinister promise through the empty void. “But don’t forget, my thirteenth, that no matter where you go from here, no matter what path you take, each and every one will ultimately lead you back here in the end. Back to the darkness, to your Organization, to your master… to where you truly belong…”

Commissions are still open! PM me if interested!

#jen writes #keys to the kingdom #kingdom hearts #commissions #writing commissions #sora #xehanort #marluxia #disney #square enix #keys au #sorta lol #drabble prompt

[letbenfuck2021]

2, 21, 24, and 37. Oh and the message above the ask box is so sad. Sorry you have to deal with rude people!

hiya anon! ah....yeah I need to change that. I only realized recently how much of a bummer that must be for people and seeing as I’ve had very few death threats and ppl intentionally trying to trigger me for a bit now. I’m just glad that things have mostly calmed down again. thank you for your ask!!!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? ahahahah.....a/b/o?? I actually have a fic in my WIPs rn that is a/b/o but I.......am afraid I’m doing it wrong lol. plus it was meant to be a one....maaaaaybe two shot at most? and it has kind of ballooned beyond that so I gotta really figure that out. honestly for me, I am always writing “against” the tropes in fandom?? like I tried to do a soulmate au but it.....was not what is usually expected of that kind of fic, tried a coffee shop au as well and while I really like my takes on those common tropes, I don’t think other ppl will because the takes I brought to the table was veeeeery much according to my specific takes ahahaha.

21. answered here :)

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics? I’ve gutted fics before. like, I’ve taken all the content out. and I’ve done this for various reasons. sometimes I get like.....very cagey and weird about my fics, I get super.....paranoid or kinda emotionally distraught by them being out there so I will just take um all back. other times I have taken fics down with the intention of fixing and re-vamping them.

37. Talk about your current wips. ooooooooh anon!!! where to begin even???

the jealousy series: so I started a new multi-chapter fic, “be the thing that buries me” which is a sequel to “inside your head the sound of glass” which was originally meant to be for the first fiveyaweek prompt “jealousy” and THAT is a pretty draining project. but I have a definite end to it that I’m pretty happy with. I think the thing that’s really difficult about it is that the sequel is more from Vanya’s side and I always find it difficult to write her interiority.

unnamed au for tori: I am working on a fic that is a mix of the show!canon and comic!canon for tori which is.....a shade darker than what I usually write ahahaha and a lot kinkier

no room: I am also planning to finish up the next chapter of “there’s no room in this hell, there’s no room in the next” for tori as well. this fic started off of a prompt that was pretty angst at it’s root that was something along the lines of “vanya and five are married but five believes that vanya is only doing it because reginald wants her to, and resents her for it” and that got mixed in with a “forced pregnancy” thing. It’s.....kind of brutal in terms of how twisted the relationship is, with Five and Vanya separated for eight years with a lot of misunderstandings ensuing throughout. they are reunited when reginald decided to continue a....growth project that seeks to create new academy members through procreation and Five and Vanya both agree to be participants though....neither is quite sure as to why the other has decided to go along with the project. the next chapter I’m working on is a MAMMOTH with a lot of plot things happening and plot is always my weakest point so its taken me a looooooong time to work through it. A few things get revealed, Five is a mean bastard as usual but we get a little insight into what Vanya’s been up to for the last 8 years.

the sharpest lives (are the deadliest to lead): uuuuuugh and god....the sharpest lives is......kind of on the back burner for now. so the basic premise is that it takes place in a different timeline/universe where the 43 are born and they have powers but Five, Diego, and Ben were never taken by Reginald and instead were all eventually caught up by a shadowy corporation called the Commission. Five is an hitman, the best hitman the Commission has, who comes across Vanya when she accidentally catches one of his bullets in her gut. He decides to take her with him as a birthday present to himself and from there....well that’s when things get weird. I feel bad because I had planned to keep it down for just a little bit and get through revisions quickly but I might just put it back up as is until I find a little more time. I think sharpest lives is the....most “au” of the bunch, taking place in a completely different timeline and universe and there’s so much world building that’s gotta happen so its really been kicking my ass.

#long post #text post #fiveya fanfic #ask meme

[angst-in-space]

january ‘21 writing progress

words written: 16.2k most words written in a day: 1675 least words written in a day: 20 current yearly total: 16.2k

projects worked on:

- sylvix dreamscape fic - finished/published galolio winter fic (“something to hold onto”) - planning wlw sci-fi book - editing kl hotel au - started planning ace attorney heist au

january goals: - finish secret santa fic - publish [redacted] - work on sylvix dreamscape fic - edit klance hotel au (hopefully send to betas by end of month at least?) - maybe work on altea rising ch. 19

february goals:

- open commissions! (and work on commissions lol) - continue working on sylvix dreamscape fic - publish [redacted] - work more on planning my novel - apply to aa4 zine ?? - finish editing kl hotel au, pass along to betas? - if i have time/energy, work on altea rising ch 19 or at least start editing chapter 15

notes:

well, we’re off to a pretty good start! 

i spent most of january work on my galolio winter fic, which was a late secret santa fic for a friend, and finished/published that by the end of the month. it ended up being...a lot longer than i thought it would be (yes, very on brand of me) but it was a lot of fun to write! 😄

i also wrote a bit more of the sylvix dreamscape fic this past month! i’m maybe like 3/4 of the way through writing the 5th chapter right now... not really sure when i’m going to start actually posting the chapters i’ve written so far haha. i told myself i’d start posting it once i’d written at least 5 chapters (and i think it’ll end up being ehhh *hand wavey gesture* 8 chapters total maybe?) but yeah i kinda doubt i will post the first chapter before march.

i’ve been kinda slowly making my way through editing the klance hotel au... i finished the first draft in november (?? i think) but i’ve just had a lot of other things on my plate since then. i’m nearly done with my first round of edits though and hoping i can send it off to betas fairly soon! ideally i’ll be able to publish that by the end of february so *fingers crossed* 

i have one other completed fic that is still a Secret and i have not posted yet as there have been a few little delays, but hoping i’ll be able to post that one by the end of this month as well.

as for other february goals....i am gonna OPEN FIC COMMISSIONS AT LAST AAAHH!!! i am primarily gonna be posting the info and taking the commissions via twitter, so i recommend following me on there if you’re interested! but i might post the info on here at some point as well. i have never done commissions before but i’m really excited to finally do it!! 😊 besides that, i think i’m primarily gonna continue working on the sylvix dreamscape fic and try to at least finish a draft of chapter 5. as i mentioned in my goals, if i have the time/energy i also hope to continue working on altea rising, whether it’s working on writing ch 19 or starting to edit ch 15.....i know i really gotta continue posting it since it’s been over two years since the last update *cries* but i’m doing my best dklfjd

other misc. things BUT i’ve been planning out an original novel so i hope to continue doing work on that! aaaand there is an ace attorney 4 zine that i am planning to apply to...i have til early march so not sure when exactly i will apply but i’m gonna aim to get my app in before end of february! speaking of ace attorney, i might do some more planning on the heist au idea i have buuut that kinda depends on whether i have any more ideas for it lol. 

anyway WHEW man i never realize how much shit i’m working on til i type up one of these posts but goddammmm....it’s gonna be a busy month wish me luck lmao 👍

#brigidposts #writing updates #monthly writing progress 2021 #fanfic #text #long post

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Anon 1 said:

Hi!! I’m looking for a fic that’s sort of a fairytale setting where Steve is engaged to a rich man. His wedding/engagement ring is commissioned and turns out Bucky is the one making it. When Steve visits the forge he realizes it’s Bucky (they were separated as kids I think?) and they fall in love. In the end Bucky makes Steve a ring himself but thinks he doesn’t have a chance. But he does and it’s a happy ending. I’ve looked everywhere does it ring any bells?? Thank you!!         

Anon 2 said:

could you help me find a book where steve draws everyone he finds beautiful but never draws bucky and then he brings out a ton of notebooks full of bucky

Anon sent in Facts About the Moon* by Nanoochka (oneshot | 18,471| M) *mentions of past rape/noncon

allegra-dreams sent in Common Revelations and Other Catastrophes by maikurosaki, Stucky1980 (complete | 29,118 | E)

Anon 3 said:

Hey! I saw on another blog somebody ask about a fic where Steve tells Bucky he loves him but Bucky says he doesn’t and then has to watch steve try to move on while finding out he actually does love Steve, and now I really want to read it too if anyone knows it! Thanks!!

dolphinqueen10, princessniitza, allegra-dreams, getstucky and Anon sent in haha, jk by relenafanel (oneshot | 13,523 | T)

Anon 4 said:

hiii! So i kinda just remember a scene in where there is an attack in the avengers tower and bucky is at the moment with pepper in her office and someone goes to attack her and he protects her and bucky i think decapitates (or maybe just choking him??) with his normal arm, and everyone is surprised bc of him not using the metal one and all of his strength with the flesh one, maybe bucky was recovering from being tws too? Thank you for your help!!

whyaretheycalledpancakes sent in On My Radar* by sprinkle_of_cinnamon (oneshot | 19,564 | M) *graphic violence

Anon 5 said: rape/noncon, HTP

hi! there's this fic i've been trying to find: steve is captured by hydra, and they use either loki's scepter or tech from the tesseract on him to turn him into their sex slave. it opens with steve naked and tied up i think lol, and then the magic makes him crazy for sex. and then it was mainly just gangbang scenes lol

Anon 6 said:

Okay so Im looking for this endgame fixit i read a hot minute ago. So Steve goes to return the gems and is gone for like a year and in this time Bucky waits and falls into a depression (helped by Sam) and Steve ends up coming back saying he had to find more particles or smthn and it ends happily

Anon 7 said:

I read this ages ago but it's like 1 chapter long, has a mob boss Bucky and a gangster Steve, and Steve always notices Bucky at some bar, and then Bucky sends him a message telling him to meet him at some hotel and obviously smut. Thank you!

Anon 8 said:

So I’m looking for a fic where WS is ordered to capture, not kill Cap, then decides he’s his handler. He doesn’t understand that Cap doesn’t want to use him, and feels guilt that he has a preference for Cap as his handler. At one point, he offers to perform oral on Cap, who freaks out and sends Sam in to talk to him and explain consent.

Anon 9 said:

Hello! I love the work you do here--I've discovered so many wonderful fics, and I hope you can help me find one I've lost. It's post TWS and Bucky is in that market where Clint finds him and convinces him to come and stay at his farm--Clint does not have a family. Eventually all the Avengers who refused to sign the Accords show up. I remember Bucky was dealing with pretty severe PTSD. Thanks so much,

agentseventyfive said:

I’m looking for a fic where Steve & Bucky are in a firefight & Bucky pics up a grenade that explodes in his metal hand and does serious damage. Steve gets him to the tower so Tony can fix his arm. Thanks for your hard work!

Anon 10 said:

Hi! I’ve been looking for an ABO Stucky fic where Steve is an alpha and Bucky is an omega, but the Avengers think Steve is a beta. I remember a scene in which Steve smells like an angry alpha and the team is shook. I know Clint and Tony were omegas and Natasha and Pepper were their alphas. Essentially Steve was looking for Bucky and I think Sam was in there too. Hope you can help and thanks in advance!

msbluesunflower said:

Hey I’m looking for this fic in which Bucky and Tony become really good friends, going on vacation trips and stuff together and Steve gets really jealous. Back during the war, Steve thought Bucky and Howard were together, and he’s really frustrated that he has to compete with another Stark now. In the end when Bucky comes back they have dinner and confesses their feelings. And I think Bucky buys Tony a fondue set. Please help and thanks so much!

dolphinqueen10 sent in we gotta let go of all of our ghosts by hitlikehammers (oneshot | 8,089 | M)

Anon 11 said:

Hi! Sorry to bother you but I'm looking for a post-ws fic, where Bucky comes back and starts to rebuild their old home in Brooklyn and they slowly try to compose their relationship?

Anon 12 said:

Hi, I’m looking for a fic I read ages ago. It’s set after Steve crashes the plane. Bucky’s family goes to clear out their old apartment and they discover that Steve and Bucky were in a relationship. Thank you 🧡

Anon 13:

i’m looking for a fic i can’t find! steve is with bucky but bucky doesn’t have his memories back yet and there’s this one scene where steve is having trouble breathing and bucky helps him through it, and then steve keeps doing it because he doesn’t want bucky to leave? ahh i can’t remember much else

#group asks

[manage-mischief]

Ground Zero

Part Two: Freedoms 

Read on AO3 here. 

Summary: Two-shot. Though Tonks had been fantasizing about moments like this for months—moments when the two of them were in bed together—none of them had involved quite this much blood or mortal peril. In which Remus is injured during a mission and Tonks has to think fast to save his life.

Author’s Note: This will be a two-shot and perhaps part of a larger Remadora series. They are definitely one of my OTPs, and I feel like a lot of their relationship was glossed over in the books. This story attempts to place a timeline on some of their romance. It takes places soon after Order of the Phoenix, before the Half-Blood Prince. I envision it happening right before Harry arrives at the Weasley’s and sees Tonks and Molly there. I’m pretty new to fanfiction writing, so any kind comments would be appreciated! (I had to re-upload chapter 2 because of a link issue and because idk how Tumblr works lol sorry about that)

Chapter 2 : Remus recovers from the attack while Tonks tries (and fails) to stay casual. There's only one bed, after all. Past Wolfstar if you squint. 

One minute. That’s how long she allowed herself to lose control. Sitting there, shivering on the cool bathroom tile, she felt like a complete idiot. Since it had been well-established that the universe hated her, it made perfect sense that she had to have gone and fallen in love with a man who she was quite certain would never love her back. At least, not in the way she hoped. She had managed to earn in his friendship, but was sure that, in his eyes, she was still the same immature girl he had believed her to be all those months ago: too young, too frivolous, too clumsy. And, he was probably right. He had been a bloody professor for Merlin’s sake! Meanwhile, she was the girl who would pretend to be professors to pull pranks and end up in detention with a Howler from home the next day.

Not to mention the issue of Sirius. She had never known exactly what had gone on between Remus and her cousin in the past. But, after Remus’s reaction to Sirius’s death, she was fairly certain their relationship had not been strictly platonic. These thoughts of Sirius caused her to shake even more. A few stray tears slid down her cheeks. It was her fault he was dead.

She relived the fight at the Department of Mysteries every day. Her biggest failure. What could she have done differently? What curses or hexes had she forgotten? If she had been a better dueler, a better Auror, would Sirius still be alive today? Surely, Remus had asked himself similar questions. So, Tonks resigned herself to the sad truth: even if Remus felt anything towards her, he would never want to be with the witch whose incompetence had led to the death of one of the only people on Earth he had ever loved.

Her minute was up. Tonks pushed herself off of the floor. She leaned over the sink and stared in the mirror. Her hair, which often involuntarily changed color to reflect her mood, had reverted to its natural mousy brown. Right now, she possessed neither the desire nor the energy to turn it back to pink. With one hand still gripping the basin of the sink, she turned on the faucet. For a moment, she just stood there, listening to the water run. She took a deep breath and splashed a few handfuls of cold water on her face. Returning to the bedroom, she was determined to force any longing thoughts concerning Remus from her mind. Constant vigilance, she repeated to herself, policing her stream of consciousness in order to banish all romantic inclinations. Although, somehow, she was certain this was not quite what Mad-Eye had had in mind when he coined the phrase.

“You should try and get some sleep,” she remarked as she exited the bathroom, feigning a casual tone. “You take the bed. I’ll put some blankets on the floor.”

He propped himself up on his elbows to look at her properly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Tonks. You just saved my life. You’re not sleeping on the floor. This is a king-sized bed, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

Great, just great. Why did this man have to be so goddamn chivalrous? So much for ignoring the mess going on in her brain and…other regions… Sharing a bed was not going to make this situation any easier. Maybe if she possessed more willpower, she would have told him no—insisted that she sleep on the floor, or went downstairs to check out another room. But she didn’t. Instead of making what would have undoubtedly been the more responsible decision, she began to remove her shoes and bloodstained clothes to join the half-naked subject of her pining under the blankets.  

The two partners sat in silence for a prolonged moment, both staring up at the ceiling to avoid meeting the other’s gaze. Tonks mentally kicked herself. This was getting ridiculous. There was no reason why she should be acting like a schoolgirl. She was an Auror: an elite wizarding warrior. She ate Death Eaters for breakfast. Surely, she held the capacity to brave the awkward territory into which they were entering. She turned to face him, sitting herself crisscross with her feet on the mattress. “So…love potion, eh?”

He chuckled lightly, relieved at the break in the tension. “I suppose I did promise you a bedtime story, didn’t I?”

“It really is the least you could do. Seeing as I saved your life and all, Lupin.”

“Fair enough, but I’m afraid I made the tale sound a lot more interesting than it actually was.”

Tonks raised her eyebrows. “Spill.”

“In my 5th year, some admirer of Sirius’s—I should note he had plenty of them—gave him some fire whiskey for Christmas. I told him not to drink it. Naturally, I assumed he had tossed it out after my warning. But then, one night, he and I were in our room and fancied a drink. Sirius opened a bottle of fire whiskey, which, as you can probably guess, was the bottle he had received from the girl. We drank it. Needless to say, when Peter and James found us later that evening, we were in quite a state—blabbering on about a ‘Michelle Thompson’ or something like that. We had started a duel over which one of us would get to ask her to Hogsmeade. I had cast Levicorpus and Sirius was hanging upside-down in mid-air when they arrived. Well, James and Peter had a right laugh, but then, being the good friends that they were, used James’s invisibility cloak to sneak down to the Dungeons and fix up an antidote. When I came to, they told me what had happened. Obviously, I was quite reluctant to drink or eat anything Sirius offered me for a long time after that.”

Tonks giggled. “Sounds like something Sirius would do, drink something given to him by a strange woman without thinking. Reminds me of the time Charlie Weasley almost ate a tainted chocolate frog before a Quidditch match. Some Slytherin bloke had them delivered by owl the morning before the game. Unmarked. I had to slap it out of his hand! Turns out it was filled with undiluted Bubotuber pus! He would’ve been out commission for weeks! But, even after we found all that out, he was still cross with me for ruining his chocolate frog! How thick can you be?!? I mean I know sometimes Mad-Eye’s methods are a bit out there, but, you’ve gotta admit, the bloke’s got a point about never eating or drinking something you didn’t make yourself.” Tonks was cracking up, fondly remembering the look of innocent disappointment on Charlie’s face. She snorted. Her hands instantly flew to cover her mouth, eyes wide. What kind of noise was that? She didn’t even have her pig snout on!

To her surprise and delight, Remus smiled and laughed alongside her. For a second. Suddenly, the weight of death hung heavy in the room. Their laughing ceased. The pair looked away from each other once again.

“You and Sirius were close, huh,” Tonks remarked, emotionless. She turned back to face him. He gave a quick nod, still avoiding meeting her gaze. She would not pry.

“You know, in some ways, you’re very much like him. You both have the same devil-may-care attitude, the same penchant for troublemaking.”

She noticed he used the present tense.

“I’d never met him before the Order. Mum was banished from the family once she married Dad, y’know. But if she ever mentioned the Blacks, she would tell me he was her favorite,” Tonks reminisced.

She remembered the last days she had spent with Sirius at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. They had laughed and drank themselves silly, destroying as many Black Family heirlooms as they could get their hands on. She had asked him for advice about her Order missions—not because she had really required it, but because she could tell her questions made him feel needed. She was pretty sure he known then about her developing crush on Remus. But, he showed no signs of jealousy or animosity towards her. Instead, he would flash sly smiles and wink at her whenever Remus was near. “Moony’s a good bloke,” he had cryptically remarked during one of their final afternoons together, after he had caught her staring.

Those conversations with her now-dead cousin seemed ages away. The guilt resurfaced once again, swelling in her chest, snapping her back to the present.

“It’s not your fault,” Remus gently whispered. Feeling tears pricking in her eyes, she furiously blinked, attempting to ebb their flow.

“That he’s…that he died. It isn’t. Bellatrix was after Sirius. I hate to admit it, but she may be a better dueler than the whole Order put together. She would have gotten him regardless, it was all set up. She would have done anything to kill him. She hated him. If it’s anyone’s fault that Sirius is dead, it’s mine. I should have known something was wrong. I should never have let him leave that house.”

“But he was dying there, too,” Tonks replied, her voice breaking. “He was dying every day he couldn’t be out fighting with us. There was nothing anyone could have done. He had to leave that house eventually. I would have done the exact same thing. It’s a shame we all didn’t wise up sooner.”

Another heavy silence filled the room. “He told me you were a good man, Remus.”

Silence again. And then, “He said the same about you.”

She raised a questioning eyebrow.

He continued. “I mean, clearly, you are a very kind, very beautiful woman…” he trailed off. Some part of Tonks was elated that he had called her beautiful. Another part was ashamed for feeling elated. They were discussing a dead guy, for Merlin’s sake!

His next remark was so quiet she wasn’t sure he had really spoken at all. “He said he approved.”

“Approved of what?”

Instead of responding to her question, he said: “I told you earlier that you’re a lot like him. But you are different in many ways, too.”

“Oh?” She tried to hide some of her disappointment. Was this his way of telling her he wasn’t interested?

He stared intensely into her eyes. “Sirius tried to do everything in his power to distance himself from expectations. He worked very hard to be seen as different, and cared very much about how others saw him, despite appearances. But you don’t feel bound by anyone’s expectations. You don’t care what others think of you. You’re unapologetically whoever you want to be, your own person. You’re unique, Dora. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

She couldn’t quite remember what had followed. An infinitesimal shift of a body. A creak of a bed spring. A gentle kiss. Then more. She briefly broke away. “I think I’m in love with you, Remus.”

He pulled her closer into him, now both sitting up. Their kisses deepened, becoming frantic and hungry—quite unlike any kisses she had experienced before. Careful not to disturb his still-healing wounds, she ran her hands over the uninjured parts of his chest, feeling the lean muscle below her fingertips. She felt his hands respond in turn. Electricity coursed through her veins. All thoughts fled her mind. It was just the two of them, wrapped up together on the old hotel bed. She glanced at him in between breathless kisses, questioning. He met her eyes and nodded. “I think I’m in love with you too, Dora.”

They both grinned as she straddled him, as gently as she could…

Tonks gazed at the sleeping man beside her, attempting to memorize every feature of his face. He looked so peaceful, so carefree, when he slept. There was no telling what would happen when he woke: if he would express regrets, tell her he couldn’t be with her, admit he had made a mistake. Maybe she was a daft idiot for sleeping with her partner. Maybe he would reject her, using their age difference or his werewolf status as excuses for why they would never work. She honestly didn’t know what she would do if he said any of those things. It could be the beginning or the end for them. But at this moment, she forced herself to remain in the present, to remain in the warmth of Remus, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. She kissed his forehead before dozing off into a blissful, dreamless sleep. Free.

#remadora #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remus x tonks #Harry Potter #hp fanfic #hp #hp ootp #hp hbp #Harry Potter and the half blood prince #Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix #My writing

[fernalredart]

New Comic Chapter!

*fuzzy tv static clears* As sort of a late Christmas gift to anyone still here, as a thanks in general, and to just have a chapter out before the year’s end (because skipping 2019 entirely would bum me out,) here’s chapter 22 of Cheesecake Odyssey! Finished this a few weeks back after months of on and off working on it, but was sitting on it in an attempt to build a buffer. This one‘s a little rough as I’m rusty, was working with different hardware throughout (the 2nd half was done mostly on a display tablet but I’m currently right back to using a non-display tablet,) and I was unsure if I was gonna stick with the full chapter format so I tried to cram more into each page, etc. Color has also been scaled back to what it was prior to Chapter 20 for practicality reasons but not completely, as I plan on coloring important scenes and cover pages, etc. to varying degrees in the future.

Between tumblr not being what it used to be, and having a full time job + commissions to regularly take care of now, 2019′s been a bigger year of production hell for the comic than even 2018 was, but I wanna continue to see what I can do with it as I really need a central ongoing comic project beneath all my small doodles and comm work to function well creatively, and I haven’t had that for quite some time now, lol. Not expecting huge fanfare on this as I still don’t plug the comic much (still need to update the overall site/blog’s bio page and stuff too) and I’m unsure if tumblr will even be in the comic’s future for much longer, (every now and then I gotta unflag random pages that the flag bots get to, etc.) but for now I figure an update or two for the foreseeable future while I figure stuff out wouldn’t hurt.

#update #Comics Related #Cheesecake Odyssey