#i decided to write this all in a blank document as i watched

[miceeonvenus]

My insane ramblings from the Wilbur stream:

HOLY CRAP C!TOMMY THAT'S C!TOMMY IT'S CRIMEBOYS TIME

PFFFF TOMMY UNDER THE WATER

Tommy just refuses to talk about Fundy's suicide hmmmmmmmm wonder if this reminds him of something

"Uhhh we went on that holiday to the beach." "No." DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

theyre continuing to talk about it hslsjldhlfshlkhd

LOGSTEDSHIRE THEY NAME DROPPED LOGSTEDSHIRE

IS THIS THE TOMMY APOLOGY STREAM ARE WE GETTING THE TOMMY APOLOGY STREAM ARE WE GOING TO LOGSTEDSHIRE???????

HE DOESN"T WANT TO TELL HIM TUBBO EXILED HIM

hes determined it was a holiday ;-;

wilbur wants to talk he wants to get better hes trying to do better he is doing better and hes trying to help tommy be better and feel better and he doesnt want to make him upset so hes giving him a safe word

thyere gonna see the tower theyre

parrallels of crime boys and clingy duo sailing to what is going to be a an upsetting event and joking and havign fun as they sail before it all goes downhill

"its almost as if theres a server operator listening to us" DREAM

my heart is beating so fast my heart is beating out of my chest

HE THINKS THE TOWER IS LIKE A BEACON AOUGUHHHH

WILBUR REMEMBERS GIVING TOMMY THE COMPASS

"Maybe you deserved it" WILBUR WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

Wilbur fainted when Tommy told him he tried to kill himself...

Why is Wilbur visiting Dream in prison???? How is Dream in prison again??????

"Fond memories!" Bad choice of words Dream... that was a bad choice of words to say to a very angry brother that has tnt

holy shit wilbur

ok ok it was a dream

wilbur really want to kill dream oh this is all i could have asked for

actually no now im scared wilbur is going to die again

am i sensing a server wide event? wilbur wants to draw dream out by alerting the whole server? throught he prison alarms?

wait wasnt dreaming holing up in the prison last we saw him? he was in there messing with sam?

ERYN!!!! ERYN IS ON!!!!!!

WHAT IS CHAT GOING ON ABOUT TECHNO FOR?????? TECHNO LET DREAM OUT LAST I CHECKED

CRIME BOYS DANCING AND SINGING TO CAT TOGETHER THEYRE FINALLY HAVING THE BEACH PARTY IM CRYING

"I don't need armour" YES YOU DO WILBUR

sir why do you need to avoid showing the screen to open your enderchest why aren't the discs put away

tommy talking about listening to blocks with schlatt, fundy, and tubbo fondly :(

"Do you ever miss when things were just simple." Yeah :(

im so scared tommy wont have enough time to leave before dream shows up

im genuinely so scared i cant take this

NO DREAM ON SCREEN I AM SCARED OF DREAM BEING ON SCREEN

tommy is sheilding wilbur from dream OUGH

LITERALLY PUT THAT AXE AWAY DREAM

DREAM BROKE THE PORTAL SHIT SHIT SHIT WILBUR I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO TRICK DREAM BUT YOU DO HAVE A FLINT AND STEEL RIGHT THERE I WISH TOMMY COULD KNOW

I KEEP GETTING ADS AT THE WORST MOMENT ThIS IS THE WORST TJEY ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A CONFRONTATION AN D BAM THREE ADS

WILBUR DONT THREATEN TO KJILL YOURSELF AS POWER OVER DREAM DONT PARALLEL TOMMY DURING THE DISC CONFRONTATION LIK ETHAT

the pain in tommys voice as wilbur tried to kill himself and have tommy's discs burnt

Wilbur was smart in what he did, tricking both Tommy and Dream, but he caused so much panic and pain for Tommy as well but it makes sense! it makes sense

tommy's silent little nod after wilbur tells him to never let Dream know the discs arent gone :(

"You're a good kid Tommy. Thank you for trusting me." ILL CRY ILL DO IT

#i decided to write this all in a blank document as i watched #so it all goes in one post now #anyways im going to thin k about this for forever and ever #icy rambles #dream smp #crime boys #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #voidtag d

[kentophilia]

HIIII SALEM i hope ill be ur first req :3 can i have making out w TA geto in like your dorm room or smtg - i love that secretive/will they get caught dynamic <3 u can make it a little steamy but all in all i just want geto to relax after stressing over his masters 😇

contains: teaching assistant!geto, established relationship, afab!reader, making out, some suggestiveness, shoko cameo, pet names (my love, angel, baby)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: WAAAAH i finally got to writing this!!! i hope you're doing well seline, i miss you :( reminder that my requests are still open, please read my rules!!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

minors and ageless / blank blogs will be blocked immediately!

sugu bear <3: can i come over?

sugu bear <3: need ur mental support for submitting my thesis pls

you smiled at your phone, responding with ‘ofc baby get ur ass over here rn’ in light speed.

ever since he started his position as a teaching assistant, he has been even more stressed as usual. there was no doubt that he was enjoying it, sometimes even taking over the class for the day and doing the meticulous work of grading essays and tests. however, it would take up a lot of his free time and subsequently, your time together as well.

sure, you'd see him on campus and in your shared classes, sneaking in as much physical contact as possible. but you missed spending actual time with him. watching movies, cooking together, going on dates, you name it. you got used to it, but sometimes you would feel a bit lonely. so you were elated to hear him coming over.

even better, your roommate shoko was out on a date with her girlfriend so you’d have the dorm to yourself. getting all giddy, you decided to tidy up a little for your boyfriend.

just a short time later, there was a knock on your dorm door and you rushed to see your sweet suguru standing there. he had a nervous smile on his face, his laptop in one hand and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in the other.

“this is all i could get, hope you like it,” he murmured. you flung yourself onto him, inhaling his familiar scent. oh, how you missed him.

you squealed, “are you kidding, sugu? these are beautiful, you didn't have to get me anything!”

his smile grew wider, walking you backwards into your living space and closing the door behind him with his foot. you parted from him, placing a kiss onto his plump lips. he leaned into it, closing his eyes with a soft hum. soon enough, you broke the kiss and took the flowers to put them in a vase.

while you were rummaging through your kitchen, suguru made himself comfortable on your couch. he opened the laptop and got to work, finishing up his thesis. he had stressed about it for so long, he was scared about making typos so he read over it until his eyes burned. you soon joined him, curling into his side as you watched your boyfriend add the last finished touches to the document.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, suguru let out a heavy sigh.

“want me to submit it for you?” you offered when you saw his shaky hand hovering over the touchpad, the mouse set on the big red submit button.

he quietly spoke: “you know what? yeah, i’d like that. no way to back out now.”

you took the laptop from him, setting it on your lap and clicking the button. as the confirmation screen lit up, you closed the window and laptop to put it on your coffee table. turning towards him, you noticed how pale he had gotten over the course of the last few minutes.

“are you okay?” you giggled, tucking one of the stray hairs behind his ear.

he sighed, “yeah, it's finally done.”

he pulled you on top of him, making you squeal. you settled on his lap, looping your arms around his broad shoulders and playing with the hairs on his nape. suguru placed his large hands on your waist, their weight and warmth comforting against your skin. you squirmed a little to get more comfortable as he leaned back with a sigh. with his eyes closed, his long lashes cast tiny shadows on his cheeks.

opening his eyes after a few breaths, suguru looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, mirroring yours.

“i'm proud of you, sugu. you've worked so hard. i was worried you’d get grey hair by the time i’d see you next.”

his heart thumped in his ribcage, threatening to burst out.

“don't i deserve a reward then, my love?” he mused. you chuckled, knowing what he was insinuating.

you leaned forward to gently cover his face in kisses. starting at his forehead, going down his warm cheeks and sharp nose and lastly, his lips. they were roughed up from all the biting but still plump against yours. after a few light pecks, suguru gave you a small appreciative hum, his hands sliding around to your back to pull you closer to him. the warmth of his body made you melt into his touch, your chest pressed against his as close didn't seem close enough. your eyes fluttered close, a small whine getting stuck in your throat as suguru’s lips locked onto yours.

his tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you obediently opened your mouth, gently pulling at his now disheveled hair. he moaned quietly, his scalp tingling from your ministrations. your tongues swirled around each other in a tentative dance, the air getting hotter by the minute. spit was exchanged, deep inhales through the nose as you got drunk on each other. one of his hands settled on the side of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss further.

shivers ran down your spine at his gentle touch, the pit in your tummy getting hotter and hotter. your hips started gyrating on top of his needily, feeling how hard he was getting just from your lips on his own. a low rumble erupted from his chest at that, his hands sliding down to grip your hips tightly. guiding you gently, he bucked his hips up to your heated core, making you part from him with a whimper.

a small string of spit connected your mouths, heavy lidded eyes watching as you gripped his shoulders for leverage as your hips grew a mind of their own.

“missed you s’much,” you whined, placing your forehead against his. you were watching how he parted his lips to pant as your clothed core rubbed against his boner so deliciously.

he let out a small moan, “missed you too, angel. i’m sorry for neglecting my poor baby.”

his mouth stretched into a grin as he watched you use him to get yourself off, desperate to feel his skin on yours. suguru slid his hands under your shirt, drawing figure eights against your blazing skin.

you could feel yourself getting wetter and coming closer to your peak when at the cusp of it, a harsh knock resonated through the living room. following that, shoko’s voice came muffled through the door.

“can we come in or are y'all still humping each other?”

tags: @sttoru @kizoken @prncessrindou and thank you to @screampied and @redskyvenus for proofreading!!! :3

© kentophilia 2024 — all rights reserved. please do not plagiarize, translate or steal any of my works.

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[marvelfanfics1]

If you're not swamped with requests, is it possible that you could write a mob! daddy Bucky x fem! little reader fic where he takes her to his office and she gets to sit on his lap? And maybe she colors and he pretends she's writing documents? She mirrors him and pretends to be on the phone? Thank you!

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Bucky usually tries to avoid to have you involved in his work but today he just doesn't have another choice because Steve wasn't available to babysit you for the time being and Bucky doesn't trust anyone else with you alone.

He reluctantly decides on taking you in his office for today, so he could get some paperwork done he was already due for and Natasha will beat his ass if he doesn't has them finished by tomorrow.

You actually surprise him with how good you are behaving, keeping yourself busy with coloring or watching cartoons on your ipad with your white headphones that had little cat ears on the top.

Sometimes you would get a little restless, demanding some loving from your daddy as you're not used to being in the same room with him but him not giving you his whole attention.

To prevent a possible coming tantrum Bucky pats his thigh and you giggle, rushing over to him with a couple of papers in your hands. You sit down on his lap with your back to his chest, placing the small stack of papers on his desk.

"Daddy you gotta sign these." You say pointing at the empty spaces he had to 'sign'. "'s important business." You tell him with such seriousness on your face Bucky has to refrain from chuckling at your cuteness.

"Alright. If it's important I can't say no, can I, baby?" He asks and you shake your head handing him your glittery gel pen.

He quickly signs the documents and contracts while you watch carefully, making sure he scribbles where he should be. "Fank you." You nod placing the papers aside and reach for Bucky's phone, looking up at him for approval and he nods.

Instead of unlocking it as Bucky thought you would you instead held it to your ear, talking about 'cancelling meetings' or that 'daddy hasn't time right now for a tea party' all that while you keep drawing random shapes on a blank sheet, pretending to write down information.

When you were done with your 'call' you sigh leaning your head against Bucky's shoulder. He chuckles and kisses the side of your head. "Guess I have a new secretary, huh?"

"Nuh uh, bein' dat is exhaustin', daddy." You sigh again, smiling when you felt the rumbling from his chest as he laughs. "Dunno how Natty does this evewy day."

"Me neither, bunny. Me neither..."

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[kkydult]

— interview with a vampire

vampire!leehan x gn!reader - suggestive(?) - !! blood !! - 0.8k

a/n. ik its not halloween anymore but this has been on my mind i just was able to sit and write it now soo enjoy either

it had been going on the news lately to not walk out late alone, three disappearances over the course of the past two weeks you tried your best to follow these instructions working a late schedule almost every night but working a shitty job never payed off and you were left behind to sort documents after hours, you kept track of the time as you tried to hurry in hopes of leaving at best before 10pm so when midnight struck you felt obligated to call someone to pick you up.

after a couple tries, listening to the ringing but without any response on the other end you decide to take up courage so you could get home as quickly as possible, your first instinct was to grab a small knife from the kitchen and keep it in your purse, just in case you told yourself as you walked out the door.

the air was chilly and somber, you quickened your pace at every step avoiding alleyways that you would usually take, anticipating the one you could avoid that lead to your front door, you kept your gaze forward not willing to turn back, the streets were so empty just the thought of there being someone behind you terrified you, almost like foreseeing you watch a man in a tall trench coat walk past you, your eyes met his as he walked by the wind blowing his hair aside as you looked his way, it felt uncanny the look in his eyes, you watched him disappear into the night as you neared your street.

taking no chances as you stood in front of the dark road, the light were supposed to be automatic but they never actually work so you had to resort to your phone, you grabbed the knife along with it only to get a sharp cut on your palm as you rummaged through your things, you pulled your hand out of your bag to check the cut and realized you weren’t alone looking up in front of your stood the man from earlier he had a hungry look in his eyes and before you could even step back he told your hand eyes locked on yours as licked the blood away grazing his tongue along your cut, your head runs blank as you stand there and it all goes dark.

“Rise and shine” as you open your eyes your heart pace quickens as you look around at the unfamiliar room you weren’t restrained but the room was small and you were on a bed on the floor, there he was again you could see his face clearly now his skin was pale and the reflection of light on it made it seem like it shined, he watched you as you analyzed the situation wondering what your next move would be and frankly even you had no idea you felt hopeless,

“are you going to kill me here?” you started as tears trickled down your cheeks slowly, he looked offended by your words,

“you fainted i wasn’t going to abandon you in the street,” he argued running his fingers through his hair, you looked puzzled but you figured he was trying to twist your mind after all he did kidnap you, “you should be more careful fainting in strangers hands, people are getting abducted” he smiled amused by his words, you looked around for your bag hoping you could still use the knife just as you moved he was right in front of you, a second ago he was across the room then it hit you, you crawled backwards stopped by the wall behind you as you tried to inch away from his touch,

“what the fuck are you?” he frowned as he drew the knife you so desperately wanted out of your bag, letting it draw the outline of his hand carefully before he looked at you,

“you’re a smart girl, take a guess,” you could only look at him in fear as he spoke so softly, his tone was distracting making you doubt your fear but the look on his face was so different it was full of lust and desire all that pointed at you, “you’re a vampire..?” you choked on your words feeling more and more unsteady in his presence, he smiled licking his lips the next second you were under him his hands holding down yours above your head, his lips grazing your ears as he whispered,

“you’re starting to get it, let me show you more” something about his voice made you curious, you didn’t even bother fighting it when he let his teeth dig into your neck, the feeling of him sucking on your neck had you dazed you didn’t even care if he took it all, you let yourself breathe out against his skin as he pulled away blood dripping from his lips as he looked at you this time his features looked softer you could see his soft brown eyes even with the blood dripping out of his mouth he looked gentle you let his lips crash into yours tasting your blood all over him,

“can you taste that? that’s all you”

#via writes ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #kpop bg #5th gen kpop #boynextdoor #kpop #leehan bnd #kim leehan #bnd leehan #leehan x reader #leehan boynextdoor #boynextdoor leehan #leehan fluff #leehan #donghyun bnd #kim donghyun #boynextdoor x reader #kpop fanfic #kpopccc #kpop imagines #bnd imagines #bnd headcanons

[vodika-vibes]

Another request. Physical Romantic gestures that make me weak prompt. Wait for it… with Captain Howzer. He’s super sexy too.

kissing you against a wall/door, legs intertwined around their waist.

Only if you find time to write.

Thank you. 😊

Take a Break

Summary: You're working late, and Howzer has a suggestion that might help you relax.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x Reader

Word Count: 1184

Warnings: Uh...spicy? Not smut but only just not smut. A side effect of the prompt, I think.

A/N: Hm...I'm not sure I'm happy with this one, but I think it's about as done as it's going to be. Honestly, I got distracted while writing this, cause my cat is ripping her fur out.

Divider by Saradika

You stare at your datapad blankly. More specifically at the cursor that’s blinking, tauntingly, at the top of the blank document. 

Join the GAR, your family said. Fight for the Republic, they prodded. It’ll give you something to do, they cajoled.

You really, really need to learn how to say no.

Because if you had said no, you wouldn’t be here, in some backwater base on Ryloth, hours away from the nearest city, staring at a blank document, trying to come up with a professional way to say that the situation’s fucked.

Hell, you’re not even sure you work for the GAR anymore. You’re pretty sure you’re not an employee of the Imperial Army.

You rest your elbows on your desk, and your hands slide into your hair.

“Think. Think. Think.” You mutter under your breath, “You’ve written reports before. You know how to be professional.”

You drop your hands to the keyboard, and nothing comes to mind.

How do you write a report listing the loss of half of your base's munitions because the manufacturer decided to skimp on the weather protection, and they were exposed to extreme weather before anyone knew there was a problem?

There’s a knock on your office door, and you look up as it opens and Captain Howzer steps into your office, a mug of caf in one of his hands, “Captain,” You greet with a tired smile, “You’re working late.”

“So are you,” He replies as he sets the mug in front of you, “You still working on that report for the higher ups?” Howzer sits in one of the chairs across from you, and stretches his legs out.

“I’ve written a grand total of zero words,” You reply with a sigh, “I have all of the information to pass on, but-” You shake your head with a sigh.

Howzer frowns, “Are you okay?”

You sigh and bury your hands in your hair again, “I never wanted to join the GAR, Howzer, I was pressured into it. And now I can leave even less than I could before.”

“It’s not all bad, mesh’la.” Howzer offers quietly.

“How? The Jedi are dead. And the Imperial Army is committing genocide across the galaxy-” You stop and your lips press together in a thin line, “You didn’t hear that.”

Howzer folds his arms, “Didn’t hear what?”

You smile at him, “Good man.” To pick up the mug he brought you and take a sip of the warm caf. It’s not good, but it’s caf, so you’ll take it. “Thank you for the caf. Maybe it’ll wake up my brain enough to let me write this report.”

“Or…maybe you need to take a break.” Howzer offers.

“And do what?”

“Well, there is a club not far from here,” Howzer points out.

“I’m not really dressed for a club, Howzer,” You counter as you motion to the regulation pants and blouse you’re wearing.

“You look fine,” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, “Come on. You need a break.”

“Howzer, I’m not going to a club just to watch other people dance.”

“Of course not, you’ll dance with me.”

You pause and look up at him, there’s a glimmer of hope on his face, and mischief glitters in his eyes, and you sigh and take his hand, “Fine. But only for a little bit. I need to finish this.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” He agrees, unconvincingly.

You don’t even have time to grab your jacket before he’s propelling you out of your office, and then the office building. 

The club is Nameless, which is a rather depressing name all things considered, but the music is loud, the lights are dim, and it’s packed with people. 

And Howzer, immediately, drags you onto the dance floor and pulls you flush against him. One of his hands settles heavily on your lower back, while the other cups the back of your neck.

“You seem rather eager to dance with me, captain.” You breathe into his ear.

“Guilty as charged,” He replies against your ear and then his lips attach to a spot just below your ear and you release a quiet moan, which makes him grin against your skin, “You seem just as eager,” He teases.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to dance with,” You admit, as you roll your hips against his.

There’s a glimmer of something on his face as his hand slides from your back to your hip, and he holds you tight enough that you’ll have bruises, “Good,” He purrs out.

You shoot him a surprised look, but he doesn’t clarify. Instead he pulls you closer and angles your head so he’s able to catch your lips with his own. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, absently tracing random shapes against the back of his neck.

He groans into the kiss, and pulls away, which pulls a needy little whine from your lips. And he laughs under his breath. His gaze is heated, and you watch as he comes to a decision. 

Howzer walks you through the crowd, and into a hallway, where he presses you against the wall, and crashes his lips against yours again. It’s not private, not at all, people are passing behind him, though you don’t care. 

And judging by the way his hands are burning a path down your body, neither does he.

You let out a breathless moan as his lips attach to a spot on your neck and he bites down. One of your hands slides up into his hair and you grab a fistful, trying to ground yourself, but all that accomplishes is pulling a broken moan from his throat.

He pulls away from you, his gaze heavy. He lightly pulls your hand out of his hair, and he guides you further down the hall. He pushes the door to the storage room open, makes sure that it’s empty with a glance, and then he drags you into the dark room.

Howzer locks the door with a touch of the door panel, and then he has you pressed against the door. He kisses you deeply, and helps you wrap your legs around his hips, and he presses himself firmly against you.

A moan falls from you and he laughs breathlessly, as he breaks the kiss and brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, “Are you feeling relaxed yet?” He breathes out.

“I feel like there’s a million bees under my skin, Howzer,” You reply, breathlessly.

He laughs, “Well, I suppose I better help you with that.” He kisses you slowly, sweetly, “And then I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Aren’t you kind of going backwards?” You ask.

“Makes it interesting.” Howzer replies as his lips move to your neck again, “Unless you have a problem with it?”

“I don’t,” You reply quickly, another moan falling from you as he presses hot kisses over the mark on your neck.

“Good.” Howzer grins against your neck, “I have plans for tonight, mesh’la. Don’t worry, I’m going to take good care of you.”

#star wars #tcw #captain howzer x reader #howzer x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[happysadyoyo]

@pillowspace So... this isn't the time loop au but I thought you might enjoy something a little different considering I'm going to be spending my next few ficlets doubling down on the whump. I really really like dangerous Moon and exploring the cruelty of turning a daycare attendant into an assistant murderer.

So to counterbalance that I'm gonna write a little bit of clone au, and am tagging you in it for the love and maintenance of caring for your resident DCA. If you don't want to be tagged or see the other parts it's okay to let me know!

____

When you applied, it'd been for a laugh. You'd never expected to be standing outside a large plexi and metal cylinder, watching as a seven foot (eight foot? You've never been particularly good at guessing sizes) jester animatronic be tested by a diagnostic robot.

Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing, really.

The computer in front of you dings, and you glance at it. Everything had gone green except for a part in the animatronic's chest. You squint and check your notes on what to do before opening the service chamber.

"Hello! How does everything look doc?" The animatronics' personalities aren't shut down during maintenance, a fact that had startled you the first time you'd been tasked to touch up the paint on the wolf's nails. Roxy? She wasn't one of the originals, so you found it harder to remember her name.

This one is new too. A sun themed jester for the daycare with flexible rays that softly flutter as it watches you pick up a wrench. It doesn't have pupils, possibly so the children don't know where it's looking and discourage misbehaviour. You're not sure how it wouldn't be off-putting.

Then again, this animatronic was designed by the same company who hired a biologist in place of a mechanic, so maybe you shouldn't be so surprised. Fazbear seems like a company that failed upwards despite shooting itself in both feet and eyes.

Ha, your sense of humor is coming back. Your therapist will be pleased.

You stand in front of the animatronic now, tapping the wrench lightly against its front panel. "Oh, are you hoping for a surprise? Sorry, but we don't have a cake hatch like the glamrocks." It does help with unlatching it's hatch, pulling the ruffle around its neck up, the sun rays retracting as you feel for the indentations along the smooth ridge of metal. It had to be hidden and baby proofed since it was a daycare attendant.

The hatch swings open and the smell of burning plastic is accompanied by an outpouring of glitter, falling over your hands and apron, the operating table and onto your shoes and the grubby floor below. You stare at the rainbow of color before looking up at the animatronic blankly.

It has released its ruffle and waves its hands apologetically. "I am so sorry. Of course I'll help clean it up but ---" Your blank stare comes across as unnerving for most people, but you're surprised when it seems to affect the animatronic as well. "A little one decided they wanted to make me pretty since it's been awhile since I've had the chance to clean up. I must've forgotten all about it with how busy I've been. How bad is it inside?" It tries to peer inside, but the rays get in the way.

You look too, covering your mouth and nose with one hand. It's not too bad, you guess. Most of the glitter has melted around the hottest moving parts, and the fan was clogged, making it all the worse. You snap a picture before showing it to the animatronic. It wasn't. A conscious thing to do. Later, you would reason it out as a way to document your work. There was no way the higher ups would like you tinkering so much otherwise.

"Oh! Well, that is bad I suppose. Thank you for showing me." The animatronic watches you curiously as you set down your wrench, going back to the table in search of something. "I've not caught your name friend. I'm Sun! Or Sunny to friends. I'd like to think we're friends, since you're going inside me."

There's a moment of hesitation, and you take the time to test the can you've found. It hisses sluggishly, making you frown. You can feel the animatronic's eyes on you. Sun, Sunny. Your hand twitches involuntarily, and you drop the can.

"Oh!" You hear Sunny move, and turn in time to see him taking one long stride to bend and fetch the can. It holds the hatch still, keeping it from smacking into your arm. "Here you go. I saw you don't like bending down so..."

You're face to plate with it now, and you can hear the mechanics in its head clicking and whirring softly. You can't shake the feeling that it's looking past your skin and inside you, all the way down into your marrow. You shiver and push it back, rubbing your arms and looking to the side. Ignoring its apologies as it returns to the table, still holding the can of air.

You find a new can and test it as well. It hisses sharply, blowing specks of glitter off your sleeve. When you return to the table, you hold out your phone again. Typed out on it is your name.

Delicate long fingers wrap around yours so the animatronic can read the small text. They're warm and smooth and it surprises you how softly it holds you. "Ah, that is a lovely name. It's like sunshine."

When it lets go, you can't help the heat creeping up your neck from the compliment. Or, more rightly so, the very genuine sounding warmth that came from Sunny's voice. How could that be programmed in?

#clone au #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #for the record charlie will be in this too >> #i adore the puppet.

[tabletopmonsteroftheweek]

Please link it if you've already done it, but I'd love to see your interpretation of a 'House of Leaves' or similar liminal space into a mystery. Specifically, the idea of a mundane space that goes on forever or infinitely repeats.

It's a lengthy book if you haven't already read it, but I'm sure there are plenty of youtube videos dissecting it. 'The Backrooms' is a diluted meme version of it, if you've heard of that.

You rule, and thank you for the years of great ideas and resources!

So i had not read House of Leaves, but it is on my bucketlist of "to-read" books when i have time. I'll try my best to make a spooky, liminal space phenomenon

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Phenomenon: 495 North Boulevard

Type: Bubble (motive: to keep those that enter from leaving)

The strange one-story house seems to sit comfortably in this boulevard. No one remembers when it appeared, as all who lived there seemingly believe it's been there ever since they've moved in. Those that move into the home mysteriously vanish, and those that knew them forget they even existed- even their own parents and family members. Stranger still, no one knows who is even selling it, as those that gain possession of it do so by next to kin.

This quaint house starts normal at first, but after a week it will open up more of itself, opening up a doorway leading to a strange hallway.

The deeper the hunters go, the bleaker and darker the hallway and rooms become. The rooms become more hostile, and may even separate the hunters from each other.

Power:

Seemingly infinite structural generation

Insanity inducement

Isolation

Hallucination inducement

Constantly watching

Weakness: Documentation can be found within the Children's Room (listed below) if the hunters are able to find them, that the House had mistakenly forgotten to hide away. The documents were written by one of the previous tenants, one that thought it best to write down info of their expedition and leave the pages behind. In it is a map detailing a way through the dark maze that can reach a "key" that will allow the individual to leave.

In order to stop the House from taking more individuals, one must cause a circuit breaker fire. However, the hunters must find the key to escape before they do so, lest they find their demise within the fires themselves.

Custom Moves:

The Keeper gets to draw out how the house will be laid out before the start of the mystery. The vast majority of the rooms are blank and empty, with the deeper they delve the darker it gets. While they may decide how the house will be laid out, even past the Hallway, there are key rooms that must be in place:

The Circuit room: the room is usually the last the hunters will run into. It's a tight room similar to that of a laundry room. On the wall is the circuit breaker. Messing with it won't outright cause the fire, but hunters must roll +sharp to figure out how to set it up to do so. On a 10+, they can make it go on a timer so it'll break once they are safely out of the house. On a miss, it'll be on a timer, but it'll break midway through escaping. On a miss, it'll break immediately and they will have to escape right away... if they have the key that is.

Key room: the room looks like a closed garage- shelving with boxes on them, big red toolbox, a broken down car of unknown make, and other things. Smells like oil and grease. The key is located within the car, which is locked on the inside. The hunters have to open the car without setting the alarm off. If the alarm goes off, the House will proceed to have the next several rooms be misleading and fully attempt to separate the hunters from each other, even attempting to make them drop the Key. Hunters must roll Act Under Pressure to attempt opening the car.

Children's room: even without lights, the walls are brightly colored with crayon drawings made by that of a little kid. The carpet is soft, and there's a toy chest. The bed is small, made for a 5 or 6 year old, with old dolls and teddy bears resting on the dusty sheets. The closet is hard to open, as if something is blocking it. The smell in the room is that of rot. No roll is needed to open the closet- inside is that of skeletal remains of children, no older than 12. The toy box contains a few coloring books that detail drawings and writings from the previous children there, listing their misgivings and fears they experienced before their demise in the House.

Master Bedroom: A minimalistic room with only a dresser, a king sized bed, and a mirror. The mirror reflects nothing in the room. The flooring is hard. There is the smell of rot. Just like the children's room, the closet is hard to open, as it holds some of the skeletal remains of the adults... but not all. The bedroom has scratch marks, as if those trapped in it desperately wanted out.

Insanity inducement: Those that stay long in the winding halls of the House will feel themselves going mad. If a hunter feels something gnawing at the back of their heads, have them roll +sharp. On a 10+, they manage to stuff down the feeling and aren't affected by the insanity inducement. On a mix, they feel a little paranoid about the party. They feel like one of them might be conspiring against the other, or maybe they might be working with the House- they take -1 ongoing if they try to help out another hunter. On a miss, the house has given them temporary madness- they will actively work against the hunters interest. If a hunter says one thing, they will follow the opposite (example: one hunter wants to move forward, the insane hunter runs backwards). Can only be cured with a Use Magic roll, but they will have to continue rerolling after being cured to further prevent insanity.

Hallucination inducement: The hunters will see things in the corners of their eyes that are not truly there. To stave off these visions, have the hunters roll +sharp. On a 10+, they overcome the visions and will not have to reroll the rest of the mystery. On a mix, they overcome it temporarily- they will have -1 forward on any actions on what they perceive is real, but also can attempt to reroll... after a while anyways. On a miss, they truly believe what they see is real. They feel everything the hallucination does to them- use the Hallucination stat block below. They can be cured with a Use Magic roll, but even after curing they will have to reroll to permanently avoid the hallucinations.

The Hallucinations

These hallucinations do not actually hurt those that do not see them- they only harm those that do.

Type: Brute (Motive: to intimidate and attack)

Powers:

Can only be seen by those affected by hallucinations. Said hallucinations can look like whatever the keeper wants them to, especially if they tie into the Hunter's history.

Can phase through walls

Always hunting

Always watching

Hovers over other hunters or loved ones in an attempt to make the afflicted hurt them.

Harm: None

Weakness: Use Magic on the hunter affected by it can make it go away.

#monster of the week #motw #motw rpg #monster of the week rpg #monster idea #phenomena idea #phenomena stat block

[pfhwrittes]

Actually I know you said I wouldn’t wanna hear you bemoan your writing process, but I’m actually very interested in that tbh

What is your process for a longer fic? How do you format your outline? What does your research look like if you need to do that?

I’d love to see it! Maybe this is more of Talk Shop Tuesday question lol

tats you can have a little Talk Shop Tuesday as a treat!

so i briefly touched on my process (god i need a new way to phrase that it sounds so wanky) in this ask here where i admitted to kind of flying by the seat of my trousers/pants with writing ("live by the PWP sword, die by the PWP sword i guess" is probably one of my favourite sentences i've ever written).

but i'll expand further under the cut because i know i'm going to get long winded as hell.

firstly, i'm going to admit something slightly embarrassing. i'm not a planner, or a plotter, or a think further than the scene i'm writing writer. i'm just not. i write entirely on vibes or wherever the worms take me. i think that's pretty evident from the fact that most of my fics/drabbles for the fandom are shorter than my left leg. i consider it to be a minor miracle if i break 500 words, never mind 1000 words for my fics.

secondly, maybe mummies is my most rigidly outlined fic ever. i have a super rough outline for my festival fic (remember that? god those were the days) and for my bbc ghosts inspired thing (again, another blast from the past right there) but maybe mummies is the biggest document i have in my WIP folder right now and i'll use that as my example for my outlining process (and hopefully i won't spoil the fic too much).

What is your process for a longer fic? i always start every single one of my fics by dumping a synopsis of what i want the fic to be at the top of my document. first of all, it scares away the Fear of the Dreaded Blank Page (where The Blinking Cursor of Doom lingers), secondly it pulls me back on track when i start getting lost in the weeds as i always get lost in the weeds to some degree. thirdly, it's kind of silly and mostly vibes. i basically just talk to myself in the blurb and at some point that may translate to an author's note but sometimes it doesn't.

then i move onto notable tags i know i need to include. so that would be the general vibe of the fic ("Inspired by The Mummy (1999)"), the genre ("Action/Adventure", "Romance", "Comedy"), or notable triggers ("Bugs/Beetles", "Implied PTSD", "Implied Alcoholism"). the notable tag section is subject to change as i write but as soon as i pop something in my fic that i know could potentially trigger someone or make someone balk at bit at reading it, i update the tag list. as i work through the sections/scenes of my fic i list the tags/triggers that apply to that section and mark them with a star and match that star up to the notable tag section.

for maybe mummies, i started writing it chronologically while on my third(?) rewatch of The Mummy. i spat out the blurb during my first watch because the brain worms took me gently by my throat and calmly threatened me at knife point (no, i don't know where they got the knife either and at this point i'm too afraid to ask). then i yelled at @391780 over having an idea as i usually do and early enabled me like the Chief Worm Wrangler they are.

then i got bored of writing it chronologically on my fifth rewatch after blocking most of act 1 and act 2, so i went to the last scene of the fic, blocked that out with bullet points (and made myself laugh) before deciding that actually, an epilogue would really tie everything up wonderfully. so then i spat out the epilogue (and very shyly asked @syoddeye if the emotional beats hit right and they were kind enough to go "i love [this metaphor] and [this interaction]" which basically cemented the epilogue for me. so if you hate it, don't you dare blame sy, i'll come for your kneecaps with my makita drill if you do).

aside from that, i block everything roughly using bullet points. sometimes that's a badly worded sentence, sometimes that's a particular dialogue exchange that fits, sometimes thats just [JP and F!RC bicker] (anything in parentheses gets filled with more detail in at a later date), sometimes the worms wriggle and i spit out an entire scene.

if i'm struggling to write a scene i tend to either leave myself bullet points or break the scene into smaller chunks. it helps my brain to focus on the parts i want it to write better that way and it takes the pressure off so i don't get stuck in the mire of "oh god this needs to be the most perfect first draft that has ever existed".

How do you format your outline? so my heavily redacted outline for maybe mummies looks something like this:

Blurb (stream of consciousness babble/vibes/silliness)

Title (currently blank)

Notable Tags (all the current tags/triggers, and there are 23 currently!)

Characters notes - John "Johnny" MacTavish - Female! Reader Character (RC) - Captain John Price - Simon "The Ghost/Ghost" Riley - Kyle Garrick - Philip Graves (then some redacted characters)

Act One (the set up) - Scene 1 - Scene 2 - Scene 3 - Scene 4

Act Two (the rising action) - Scene 1, part a - Scene 1, part b - Scene 1, part c. (etc, etc. you get the idea)

Act Three (the crisis) (see act two and three for how that would look)

Act Four (the resolution) (heavily redacted bits go here) - Final Scene

Epilogue (this i have written out in full, but i can't share it with you because of spoilers).

Odds and Ends (this is where chunks of dialogue i want to add into the fic, or interactions i want to go live until they find a place in the fic. it's also where the parts i've "scrapped" go too. i never delete anything from my outline, it just gets moved to the odds and ends section).

What does your research look like if you need to do that? oooooh boy. okay, another embarrassing admission coming up. my research for maybe mummies has been my nigh on continuous rewatching of The Mummy. i'm on 13.5 watches right now (10 before my surgery date, 3 post surgery, and one time i started watching it and fell asleep about half way through while my brain was slowly stewing in the remnants of morphine and codeine). other than that, i've got about 5 or 6 tabs that i've shoved into a folder in firefox dutifully labeled "shit i don't know about 1920s eygpt".

in short, my research is more of a mess than my outline.

hopefully this answers your question and i'm so sorry i made you slog through what is essentially 1.1k of words that may be nonsense.

#pfh answers #talk shop tuesday #this got away from me a little bit and took a surprisingly long time to answer because i got distracted by cake #and i also went on tumblr on my phone when i was typing this up on my laptop #my bad! #that mummy au

[babes4pdd]

My favorite- Ben Marshall X reader

A/N: this made us laugh when we wrote it. also theres no smut in this SORRY!

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Head in your hands in your tiny office you stare at the blank document pulled up on your computer. It was a sunday afternoon and you needed a good sketch idea by tomorrow night for the first pitch of ideas with all the other snl writers, and by god were you stressed. Usually coming up with ideas was tough, but you were truly stuck by this point and sitting alone in your office staring at your computer was not helping. Fuck this, you were going to get up and walk down the hall to stretch your legs and get a cup of coffee, maybe it would help you think of something.

It feels good to get out and walk around, you’re filling up your mug and opening the fridge to see if there's any creamer left, when a familiar voice greets you. 

“Hey Y/N”

“Hi Ben.” you reply, watching him copy you and pour his coffee. You like Ben, he’s nice to you and he’s always so polite, running ahead of you to open doors and going out of his way to tell you how much he loves everything you write. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also really cute, he has the nicest smile you’ve ever seen and he's covered in about a million freckles, you’ve caught yourself staring at him a few times and had to drag your eyes away before he’d realized. The last thing you’d ever want is for him to catch you eyeing him. 

His hand brushes against yours as he reaches for the coffee pot. Your stomach flips and you try to ignore his bitten nails and the way his hand flexes as he picks it up to pour it.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, bringing you out of your thoughts as he pours coffee into a ‘worlds best grandma’ mug “Do you have all your sketches planned out?”

You groan at the mention of the thing that’s been making your life so fucking difficult. 

“I’m gonna take that as a no.” he says with a chuckle.

“I haven’t even started them” you admit, feeling embarrassed at the way your voice drops to a mumble and your cheeks heat up. “I have like, no ideas, like at all.”

 He looks at you, his eyes full of care, “I bet you'll come up with something soon! Everything you write is so fucking good I bet this one is just taking extra long cause its extra amazing!”

“Thanks Ben, that means a lot,” you say as you look in his eyes. 

“No problem! I actually meant to tell you I-,” he’s cut off as John and Martin enter the room, obviously looking for Ben. 

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing in here, you said you were going to the bathroom like twenty minutes ago.” Martin says, obviously annoyed. Ben freezes, speaking as the two of them look at him judgmentally.

“Okay, well I um, decided I wanted some coffee instead so I got some.”. Ben responds nervously, his large hands wrapping around his mug protectively . “Ok, I’m just gonna go now, I’ll meet you guys back at the office!” he says, pushing past John and Martin quickly, practically running to the door before he throws it open and speed walks down the short hallway to their office, opening the door and slamming it behind him. So much for being polite and running ahead to hold the door you think.

“The fuck is wrong with him?” John mutters to Martin, they exchange a look as Martin raises his eyebrows and tilts his head towards you. “Oh, that’s why.” John says, looking at you. You give them a puzzled look and open your mouth to say something before Martin speaks again, cutting you off. “Aaaaanyway, we should probably get back to work, bye Y/N!”. You mumble a farewell, as the two of them leave, confused at Ben’s out of character reaction and the way John and Martin were communicating wordlessly with their eyebrows and insinuating… something? You honestly had no idea as you watched the two of them walk off, voices low as they returned to their office.

Picking up your mug as you walk back to your office you find your mind stuck on Ben again. Ben Marshall would probably be the perfect boyfriend, you think to yourself, sitting down in your chair and turning on your computer. You could write about that. The perfect boyfriend… not Ben Marshall. That’s good, you think, something to write about, general enough to be relatable but still specific enough that you could make fun of different guys you had met as a young person who was single and redownloaded and subsequently deleted Tinder once every four days.

As you write out your initial ideas your thoughts keep slipping back to your interaction with Ben and his weird, intense exit. Why had he run out like that? Did he hate you? No, well probably not, he had been so nice to you the entire time, smiling and making eye contact and complimenting you. Maybe John and Martin hated you? That was also probably not it, the four of you were friendly with each other and they had never been anything less than kind to you. Well, excluding today, but it wasn’t like they had been exceptionally rude to you it had just been… weird. Whatever, it’s fine, it’s probably nothing, you think, forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page instead of replaying the memory of his hand flexing and his eyes lighting up as he smiles at you.

 The week went by in a flash and before you knew it was Saturday night. You watched from the sidelines as your skit about the “Perfect” boyfriend was presented to a live audience. The jokes were landing perfectly and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched Kyle Mooney say some of the crazy dialogue you had written for his character. 

You hear an especially loud laugh and turn to see it’s Ben who had come out to watch the sketch, he didn’t do this with any of the other sketches tonight, you think, as the butterflies in your stomach go crazy . The sketch ends and applause roars from the crowd. You feel relief and pride wash over you as you begin to walk back to your office.

 “Hey! Wait up!” you hear a voice that was undeniably Ben’s say from behind you. You stop in your tracks and turn around to see Ben jogging towards you. Why has he been moving so fast around here lately? 

“That was amazing! I told you that writer's block was just the price you had to pay for a brilliant sketch,” He says excitedly as he smiles widely at you. He thinks your sketch was brilliant?! “That’s so nice of you to say! I thought your sketch tonight was amazing too! You guys always manage to make me laugh,” You say with a chuckle at the end. Ben’s face reddens so much his ears almost camouflage into his fiery hair. “Thanks,” he says shyly before out of the blue asking, “Hey, you’re going to the afterparty tonight right?” You're taken back by the question, Why does he care if you’re going? “Um yeah,” you say after a second, trying to conceal the suspicion in your voice. “That's great!” he says with an enthusiasm you've never heard from an adult man before. What the hell is going on? You wonder as he stands in front of you silently, rocking back and forth on his heels as you both think of something else to say.

There’s a few beats of awkward silence, then you manage to say, “...I think I’m going to go get some things from my office..I’ll see you later though!” 

“Oh, Oh my god I’m sorry I stopped you for so long…see you tonight…Don't be a stranger!” he says while AGAIN speeding away. You stare at his quickly retreating form before turning and continuing the path to your office.

Forty five minutes later you’re walking into the same bar you meet at after every show. After greeting a few people you notice Ben, John, and Martin standing together, they look tense and once Ben sees you he says something to the two of them and they both walk off, Ben grins while eagerly waving you over. “Hey! You made it! I’m glad to see you here!”. There’s something sweet about his intense overeagerness, something that makes you blush and inch closer to him as he goes on and on about how funny and original your sketch is and how snl is going this season. At one point it’s so loud in the bar that he has to lean down so he can talk in your ear, which does nothing to stop your shaking hands and the butterflies in your stomach. Fuck, you like him so much. It truly doesn’t help when he puts his hand on your arm and says “Here, let me go get you a drink.” Returning a few minutes later, glass in hand he bows down slightly as he presents it to you. “And for the queen herself!” he says, beaming as you take the glass from him and take a sip. 

“This is my favorite drink” you tell him, leaning in close so he can hear you over the music. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” he tells you teasingly as he watches you sip your drink. 

You really like Ben Marshall. 

It’s all you can think about as you watch him laugh and wildly gesture with his hands as he tells you about the time he and Martin got into a fight and Martin threw a bowl at his head.

It’s all you can think about as he sits across from you, completely focused on you and only you, listening to your story about the time someone’s hair got caught in the door on the subway and the whole train had to wait for her to get it unstuck. 

It’s all you can think about when you’re watching him dance after he takes three shots and he grabs your hands and pulls you up with him as he swings you around, narrowly missing your coworkers while they step back to give the two of you a wide berth. 

“I haven’t seen John and Martin all night, are they here?” You ask him later, after the two of you are sitting again and you make him go up to the bar and get himself a glass of water.

“Why?” He asks, sliding the glass across the table to you so you can have a sip “I mean, I’m sure they’re here somewhere, do you want to talk to them or-”

“No!” you say, a little too eager, the alcohol in your system making you giggly and eager to spend time with him. “No, I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite.”

“I’m your favorite?” he asks, and you watch his face flush and a nervous smile overtake his face.

“Yeah” you reply, pushing the glass back across to him, hesitating a second before you reach over and grab his hand. He immediately laces his fingers with yours. 

“That’s awesome, um, you’re my favorite too. Like in the whole office.” he responds after a moment.

 “I don’t know if you could tell but um, I like you a lot.” he continues “I think you’re really funny and pretty and nice to talk to and you always smell good, and I really really like spending time with you.”

“I like you too.” you say almost immediately. Smiling at the way his eyes lock on yours. “I was kind of worried you could tell, like that I was being obvious every time I was staring at you.”

This makes him laugh. “I was so worried you would notice I was obsessed and think I was like, a total creep” he says “Like I didn’t even know I was doing this but apparently John and Martin said I’ve been really weird around you? Like because I’m nervous? John said I’ve been like, running? And that I should stop because that probably freaks you out.”

“You were walking pretty fast.” You tease him, squeezing his hand as he keeps his eyes on yours. God this feels…unreal, holding hands with the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for months while he looks at you and admits he thinks you’re so pretty it makes him nervous. 

The two of you are interrupted by a wide eyed John, who greets you before turning to Ben “Dude, I know we said we’d leave you alone tonight but Martin is like, fucked up.”

“Where is he?” Ben asks, craning his neck to look across the bar.

“Fucking throwing up.” John responds “I called an Uber and it’s almost here but I need you to help me bring him home, you know how he gets. The Uber’s gonna be here in like, ten minutes, you say your goodbyes now, then meet us outside and help me.” It’s then that John sees your intertwined hands and the way you’re staring at Ben, which prompts him to tell the pair of you “Oh hey that’s awesome, I guess the running wasn’t that weird.” It’s with this that he turns from you and wades back through the bar.

“I think I have to go stop Martin from strangling John in the backseat of an Uber.” Ben says, looking at you as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Um, are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

“Depends” You tease him, “Are you asking me out?”

“Of course I’m asking you out.” He says, giving you that smile that makes you feel like there’s a flashbulb going off in your chest. “You’re my favorite.”

God, you really liked Ben Marshall.

#please dont destroy #please dont destroy fanfic #x reader #ben marshall #ben marshall x reader #fanfic

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Ooh yay, another ask game! I'm very curious about blue and brown! (At least, I'm assuming you won't mind if I send you two questions in the same ask haha)

Oh you're right, I forgot to specify!! Absolutely, I don't mind receiving more questions in a single ask (it's a sure way to make me happy, actually!). Speaking of which -- thank you so much for yours!

💙 Blue: What inspires you to finish writing a fanfic, and what makes you quit writing one at any stage in the process?

I'll start with the second part of the question: I don't think I've ever decided to completely *quit* writing a fanfic, per se. I sometimes stop actively working on a WIP for a while, but I always pick it back up in the end, even if it takes me multiple months and tries. Some end up fairly different from how they were at the beginning, but they always end up somewhere, eventually.

As for the first half of the question, the answer is very similar to how I decide to write a fanfic in the first place -- I need the right moment of inspiration! Sometimes the trick is listening to certain songs while I write, sometimes I need to take a walk or read or do other stuff so my brain can work behind the scenes, sometimes I bolt up in the middle of the night and I've solved whatever issue there was that stopped me from finishing a WIP. A thing I do when nothing else works is writing it down in the worst possible way, just to fill the page, even if it sounds more like a sequence of bullet points than an actual fic -- once the page isn't blank anymore, things get easier for me :)

🤎 Brown: How did you decide to write (or why are you writing) a certain fanfic? (Asker, feel free to choose a specific story you're curious about. You can also let the answerer choose the story.)

Oh, in general, I just play around with the idea for a bit, maybe try writing down some lines / an outline in my drabbles document, and once I get the feeling that it's flowing properly it gets transferred to its own doc and becomes a full-fledged work. Very rarely, I get ideas that I don't feel like writing down at all (mostly because they're too angsty/don't vibe with the canon material lmao) and I just keep those in my head to play with when I'm in the mood for something with no stakes, apart from my own enjoyment :)

As for specific works, I'm often inspired by music (4/8 works published on my Ao3, and at least one WIP in my WIP folder, were inspired by songs). Other times I watch a scene or an episode in a show and I feel the need to delve into it a little more, or maybe I simply want to spend a little more time with it (this is what happened with sonata for trio, for example). It's more rare, but sometimes I get compelled by personal experiences (this is true for one other WIP and for A Piece Of (Cheese)Cake, at the moment -- I got the idea for the latter while baking a cake myself!).

Finally, sometimes I get inspired by mutuals' posts, as you well know! :) i hope you do believe me [...] was inspired by one of your posts! Your observations hit just right for me, and my brain provided some scenes that were simply too much fun not to write down :) You all have such wonderful ideas -- even if I don't write a fic for them, I hope you know I'm rotating them in my head at all times :')

#what usually happens when i get the idea for a fic is that some dialogue lines / scenes pop fully formed in my head #and i have to write them down before they disappear #and then i play connect the dots with them lmao. and somehow i end up with a coherent thing #(at least. i hope?) #it's a fun -- if unreliable -- process #i guess ultimately my decision criterion is: is it fun? will i have fun writing this? #and if the answer is yes then. perfect! #that 'writing it badly' method is SO helpful. it takes me so long to use it because the empty page syndrome is STRONG #but once i decide 'fuck it. im just going to write it as badly as i can' then it's ON #it unlocks a new way to proceed. it's really cool! #aaand that's it i think. thank you so very much for the ask!! i had a lot of fun with it! #writing #personal

[dedalvs]

welcome back! i’ve really been enjoying langtime studio. it’s been really inspirational for my own conlanging, both regarding the linguistics stuff you guys use as well as your general workflow

Thank you! That was the hope.

For those unfamiliar, LangTime Studio is a joint project by me and Jessie Sams (@quothalinguist). Jessie and I created the Méníshè language for Motherland: Fort Salem, and we loved working together so much that we wanted something else to do in the downtime between that first season and a potential season 2 (which was no guarantee, at the time). I couldn't wait for some other job to come along, so I decided to do something with a project I'd been neglecting.

For a long time, I've wanted to do something that was essentially a board game version of the Sega Genesis game Shining Force (for newer gamers, it's like proto-Fire Emblem, but better). I wanted to set it in a post-human Earth featuring anthropomorphic animals (mutated somewhat like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), and I wanted them all to speak their own languages. They'd have absolutely no connection to previous human languages, just as they'd have no connection to previous human culture. In order to have any characters in this game, I'd have to create actual languages to draw names from, and I kept stalling.

Originally my plan was to "upgrade" my old languages. I was goingj to have five different anthropomorphic species, and I was going to take the following languages and redo them, bringing them up to my current standard:

Cats: Zhyler

Rabbits: Kamakawi

Opossums: Sidaan

Dogs: Gweydr

Mice: Njaama

I even started with Zhyler (I have a tiny little document called New Zhüler on my computer), but there was just too much to change... It ripped the heart and soul out of the original projects, and the new versions simply weren't as good as I wanted them to be.

Then I hit an idea that combined this idea with one I'd had earlier (to wit: Some famous author could set up a subscription service where essentially they write their new novel on, like, Google Docs, and they let people watch literally while they write). What if Jessie and I created these languages together, and did it on YouTube, and then started a Patreon to justify the work hours we were putting into it?

And this is where LangTime Studio was born. Jessie and I worked together to come up with the details, and ultimately we decided we'd stream every Thursday at 2 p.m. Pacific. We've been doing it now since February of 2020, and we've worked our way through the languages for the rabbits, opossums, and mice, and we're nearing completion on our cat language. Only the dog language remains!

I'd always hoped that anyone could pop in at any time and not have to be there from the beginning of the season. I mean, if you're watching Bob Ross, it's fascinating to see him start from a totally blank canvas, but if he's already got a sky, ground, and a mountain on there, it's not like you turn it off. It's still fun to see a happy little tree come into being!

Most of the time it looks like this:

That is, Jessie and I spend a lot of time to thinking and trying to figure out what to do next, and people watch and chat and give us ideas, answer questions, etc.

It's been a fun Thursday tradition for us for what's coming on three years now, and we're looking to keep going!

So that's partly what we've been up to. We didn't know how well we'd be able to keep it up with my travel schedule, but you'll notice this started in February of 2020. February 27th, in fact. I actually did have a talk in between then and the total lockdown which put our second episode on a Wednesday. The next talk I had was canceled. And the next one. And the next one. And the next one...

Of course, catching a live stream isn't something everyone can do or wants to do, but hey, if you want to know what it's like for a conlanger to work on a language from absolute zero to fairly functional, this is it. I'd always hoped especially that beginning conlangers would find it inspiring and encouraging to see how utterly and completely lost we get—and how often it happens. Like anything else, you just gotta keep plugging away. :)

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[shyartivity]

The Lazy Writer

There was once a lazy writer, who wasn't bothered by deadlines and couldn't care less about getting work done. But today their editor, a person they consider their friend, would threaten to quit being the writer's editor, which would cause the writer to decide they couldn't live like this anymore. The lazy writer would want to change, would like to start worrying about deadlines, and would like to care about getting work done, of course, change cant happen within a day.

The writer woke up, started their usual routine, and after, laid in bed and watched TV, they planned to do that for the rest of the day, but they forgot one, somewhat important, detail about today. After a few hours, they got a text on their phone, they picked up their phone and looked at who it was. 

Oh, It was their editor, and today was Sunday, the day they were meant to have their next chapter done. The writer opened the message.

Hey, did you finish the next chapter yet? The text said

No, not yet, sorry, I should have it done next week. The writer responded, not at all feeling sorry, and knowing that they would not get it done next week.

That’s what you said last week. The editor replied, the writer could feel the sigh of disappointment from their friend

I mean it this time, I will get it finished by next Sunday. The writer texted

Promise? The editor asked

Promise. The writer said, knowing that they will break this promise, again.

Good, and I will quit if you don't finish it by next Sunday. The editor said

The writer took that as a joke, “they wouldn’t,” they said

and yet, as the writer said that, a seed of doubt crept into their mind

“But, just in case, I should get started on the next chapter..”

Day 1, Sunday

The lazy writer got up from their bed, turned off the TV, and walked over to their desk, which was last used who knows when, then they turned on their computer, played their writing playlist, opened google docs, and just stared at the blank document, they tried to type a sentence, but nothing came to mind.

“Uggh,” the writer roared, flopping their head on the table “this was a bad idea.”

And with that, they got up, and procrastinated the rest of the day via watching tv and eating snacks.

Day 2, Monday

The lazy writer started their day, sat at their desk, turned on the computer, and played their writing playlist...

then once again started staring at the blank document. They sighed, then they decided to reread the previous chapter of their book to see if they could get any inspiration, as well as remind themself as of what happened

“Oh, okay, I can work with this,” the writer said once they finished reading.

After an hour, only a paragraph was written, mainly because the writer kept getting distracted, and they were starting to get worried

“If this is all I can write in an hour, then how do I think that I can finish this chapter by Sunday?” they said to themself.

As they suspected, nobody answered.

“Alright, I am taking a break,” the writer said, getting up and walking away from the desk.

They didn't go back to their desk for the rest of the day, at least they wrote something this time.

Day 3, Tuesday

The lazy writer woke up and started their day, this time when they sat at their desk they decided to look up ways to stay focused on their work, 

Literally, they just started typing in ‘ways to stay focused on writing’

“Huh, The Pomodoro Technique, might as well give that a try,” the writer says, putting a timer for 25 minutes.

Within those 25 minutes, the writer managed to write barely half a paragraph, a little disappointed in themself for writing so little they wondered if they could skip their break.

“No, that's not how the method works,” they said, setting a timer for 5 minutes.

After their short break, they set a timer for another 25 minutes, this time they wrote half a paragraph.

They kept up this pattern for the rest of the day, and they managed to write an entire page

“I managed to finish a page!” the writer was happy as they said this, but also worried as they still had to finish the chapter within 4 days.

Day 4, Wednesday

The writer woke up and started their day, they reread what they wrote, set their 25-minute timer, and started working.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Oh, their timer went off, Let's see how much the writer wrote this time!

A entire paragraph, the lazy writer sighed as they felt disappointed in themself

“Other writers could probably have finished a whole page in this time!” said the writer.

despite knowing that they have to work at their own pace, (and that other authors could not finish a whole page within that timeframe), they couldn't stop but think of other’s work and how they are so much better than them, how their writing style was much better, how the format looked, what font they used, how the characters are written, compared to their work the writer felt upset at themself.

The writer decided to look online and see if anyone else had this issue, how to fix it, and how to get better at their work, what they found was not what they expected, and they didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Take a break from looking at other's work?” the writer said, “but reading is my favorite way to pass the time..”

The writer didn't listen to the advice and continued to feel terrible about their work.

The writer managed to finish a page and a half that day.

“Oh alright, maybe I will try not reading and comparing my work to others for a day, and maybe I should wake up a bit earlier,” they said, setting an alarm and willing to try anything to finish the chapter before the due date.

Day 5, Thursday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke with a start

“What the- oh” the writer yawned, “my alarm”

The writer got up and turned off the alarm starting their day a bit earlier than usual.

“I need coffee.” the writer said, making coffee before starting their work

The writer reread what they wrote, then set their 25-minute timer, once the 25 minutes were up they managed to write a paragraph and a half.

Their editor called them in the middle of their break, asking them how their work was going, they panicked then lied and said that they were almost finished, the editor reminded them of the due date and then hung up.

“They didn't even say goodbye.” the writer said in a disappointed tone.

They continued this pattern for the rest of the day, and once they finished, they wrote 2 and a half pages. The total amount of pages that they have written is about 6 pages, they need 3-4 more by Sunday, the writer is worried, but not as much as before, and sets their timer again

Day 6, Friday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke up, turned off their alarm, started their day, got their coffee, turned on google docs, reread their work, reread it again…

and they have no motivation to start, as anytime they try they just can’t.

“Oh no, oh no no no” The writer is panicked now, they don't have their chapter done and they need it done in two days.

The writer looks up ways to fix this, the only thing that pops up is to take a break

“What is sleeping not good enough of a break?” the writer is stupid

The writer ran themself dry by using all the time they had to write, the breaks were for simple necessities like food and water, as well as restroom breaks but no one mentions those in the stories. (sorry fourth wall)

Anyways- the writer didn't take any time to refill their creative meter, they didn't watch any tv, didn't play games, they just didn't have any fun.

They decided to use this day to catch up on their favorite tv show, play a few video games, as well as catch up with some of their family, and once they felt their creative meter, as well as motivation, fill up they continued to work on their chapter using the podomoro method

The lazy writer only finished a paragraph and a half before they stopped for the night and set their alarm.

Day 7, Saturday

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The writer woke up, then started their usual routine, they skipped the coffee today, deciding to start immediately, after all, they have to get at least 3 more pages done

The writer also gave themself less time for breaks, they set their alarm and went straight to writing.

Welp, guess I should tell you about what this writer is writing about.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, was a young child, with hair as white as cotton, eyes as blue as the sky, their laughter could freeze water, and their touch as cold as ice... Yadda yadda you get the point it's about a Snow Princess

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh, timers done

The writer looked at their writing, they had rushed the chapter so it looks rather bad compared to the rest, but hey, at least this time they had written 3 paragraphs.

The writer took their, well, could it honestly be considered a break? They can't do anything in two minutes, they just stared at the wall the entire time thinking of ways to finish their chapter, and they also have a song stuck in their head that they can't remember the name of so it is annoying-

The writer set their alarm again and continued to work.

Day 8, Sunday

The writer stayed up until TWO IN THE GODDAMN MORNING-

Anyway, they finished the chapter, sent it to their editor, and passed out.

RING RING RING…

“Ugshnueh, wha-? Oh” the writer paused, picking up their phone from the floor, “must’ve *yawn* fallen off my bed when I was asleep” the writer stated, cracking their back before answering the phone

“Yello?” the writer said, a question in their voice, wondering who was calling.

“Hello Charlie, I see you finished the chapter, fantastic job!” said Alice, their editor

“Uhn- thanks?” Charlie said, still very tired and trying not to yawn

“Yeah, uh, one question, why did you send this to me at 2 am?” asked Alice, concern evident in their voice.

“Because I stayed up until 2 am to get the chapter done,” said Charlie nonchalantly.

“You- YOU STAYED UP UNTIL TWO AM TO GET A CHAPTER OF A BOOK DONE???” Alice yelled, very concerned for Charlie’s mental health, probably a good thing to be honest.

“Yep, but hey, it's done, and imma go to sleep now,” Charlie explained, hanging up on Alice and passing out.

The end.

There was no point to this.

#The Lazy Writer

[vampyrsm]

you’re writing is amazing alex truly a work of art reading it, i get where you’re coming from, i had a 2 year break from writing bc it truly broke my brain and i’m still not as good as i was before yet, but drafts are drafts and they’re allowed to be bad, no one would be upset if you wanted to take a break

but don’t delete your things! i think you’d regret that if/when you decide to come back to that idea starting from square 1, i have this short story i’ve been writing for a couple years and i love the idea but some of my writing in there is Bleh but i haven’t deleted it bc then i’m back to staring at a blank document for hours trying to figure out words

please take your time and don’t overwork yourself, take as many breaks as you need, sometimes reading our own stuff for ages breaks our brains and that’s okay, relax for today, watch your favourite movie and eat some of your favourite snacks and relax for a little while xxx

-k-atsukibakugou

:( Thank you so much. I'm just glad I'm not alone because now I know it is completely normal to feel this way. I think what brought it on was me proofreading the whole thing in one sitting, and I just felt like it wasn't as good as I had thought it was? I don't know, it just didn't feel great anyway. I haven't gone back to it tonight because I do truly want to keep it, at the time though I was debating deleting everything because I couldn't stand looking at anything.

But yeah you're right, I would absolutely regret it if I had to try and figure out a storyline again. I probably wouldn't be able to replicate what I've already done either so yeah I'm not going to delete it, just gonna let it sit there for a while and maybe work on something else, something smaller if I feel like writing anything at all.

Thank you for the kind words though, I am gonna just relax for the rest of the night or at least try to, I just hope I feel better tomorrow or in a few days at least!

#— alex has mail ! #— user k-atsukibakugou

[thatprolificauthor]

Ways to Deal with Lack of Motivation (writing ver.)

Whether you call it lack of motivation, writer's block, lack of muse, drought of creativity, etc. we all know similar feelings of wanting to write but just not being able to.

This post is a masterlist of what I've done in the past and/or advised people to do in the past when they've come to me, saying they don't know what to do to overcome this mental block.

It will be in plain-text for now, but I do plan to make separate posts about each one, so feel free to reblog to save! You can also comment, reblog, message me, etc. if you would like to be added to a taglist for a specific method's post.

If you have anything you do personally that isn't specifically on this list, you can either reply in the comments, or feel free to reblog!

Now, let's help some of our friends out, shall we!

The list is under the cut.

Most of my masterlist posts are organized alphabetically, but because of the nature of this post, I'm deciding to list things a bit differently.

The sections will be grouped based on what the method calls for (like changes in the doc, changes in device, etc.)

Document-Specific (confirmed to work in Google Docs)

Change up the design!

You can change pretty much anything from the font, the font style, the font size, the font color, the background color, etc. You can add pictures (either using copy and paste or inserting it as a watermark). The possibilities are endless! Heck, you can even write using the columns section if you feel like it. 

Formatting it like a book might also help you. Personally, doing this makes me feel really cool.

Also, the comic sans trick (literally just switching the document font to comic sans) might help too.

Make the words invisible!

Change the font color to be the same page as the background color, effectively making it so you cannot see what you write! If you're one to edit while you write (and want to stem that habit) or get too caught up on the tiny things, this might be a helpful method for you!

Use speech to text!

Speech to text is a really useful tool. You can get words down fast without having to worry about every keystroke it takes to write that one word, that one sentence, that one paragraph, etc.

Make a list!

Make a list of your ideas, sensory details, plot points, things you want to write that session, etc. You'll end up with an organized brain dump at the end and will have a much clearer idea of where you might want to go with your writing.

To keep yourself on track, write the scene that corresponds to that idea, sensory detail, plot point, etc. under the bullet point you initially wrote. Gradually do this for every point on the list, and watch your progress!

Additionally, you can also keep a list, either in the comments or a separate document, of irrelevant thoughts (either for that specific project or writing in general). This way, you'll be able to come back to all of your great ideas without having them distract you. 

Use placeholders!

These placeholders can be anything from a few words in brackets to a paragraph long summary. Just jot down enough information for Future You to understand what you wanted and enough for Present You to feel like you can move on. 

Examples include [insert name], "Character A will EITHER (insert choice) or (insert choice)", and "Character A needs to blank, blank, and blank, which causes blank, blank, and blank to happen."

Device-Specific (confirmed to work on Chromebooks)

Disable your backspace!

Backspace is a key you might find yourself using a lot when you write. If you're the type to edit while you write or get stuck on the small things, but don't want to make your writing invisible, don't let yourself have the luxury of having that backspace key during your writing sessions. Reassign the backspace function to a different key, one you're not tempted to use so often.

Don't switch tabs!

If you're writing on a computer, dedicate that device to writing during your session. Any music or non-writing-related activity can be done with a separate device like your phone.

You can also use something like StayFocusd to limit yourself to which websites you can use during your writing session if you know you're prone to wandering down rabbit holes or gravitate toward YouTube.

Group your tabs!

Grouping your tabs can help you organize your virtual workspace. You can have one group for research and one group for writing, one group for each project, etc.

You can also color code each group!

Assign Desks!

Chromebooks allow you to use up to 8 desks at a time. You can use one for writing, one for irrelevant tabs, etc.

Get off your device!

Put that phone down. Close that laptop. Grab a good old notebook and pen/pencil/writing utensil of your choice. We're going back to the old days where the internet didn't exist, and all you have for company is your own imagination, whether you like it or not. Have fun!

Audio-Specific

Make playlists!

These playlists could be for your characters, your settings, your scenes, your projects, etc. They can help you get into the mood and have fun!

You get bonus points if the playlist won't run out of songs mid-writing session.

If you're writing fanfiction or roleplaying as a certain character, they may be pre-existing playlists that you can use as inspiration for your own.

Lyric to language!

Copy and paste the lyrics to a song you think would fit the mood of the scene, and write snippets in relation to each line. This uses pre-existing media as a prompt for your writing, which can be immensely helpful if you don't know where to start.

If you're writing fanfiction or roleplaying as a certain character, there might be fan songs that exist that you might want to check out!

Surf Authortube!

Authortube is a great resource for writers if you want to improve. You can also put it on in the background. There are some authors who do write-with-me's as well.

Abbie Emmons and Bethany Atazadeh are personal favorites. They have several genre/mood specific music videos to write to, and they're great!

Put on that Instrumental!

If you find that you can't write whilst listening to something with lyrics, go for instrumentals!

Look up band pieces! Celtic Air and Dance, Red Thunder, etc. are all good choices.

Session-Specific

Act it out!

If possible, try to emulate the scene you're trying to write with your activities. Go hiking if your characters are going hiking and take notes on what it's like. Go swimming if you're trying to figure out how to describe that one water temperature. Eat that food if you're trying to figure out how to describe its taste.

Grabbing a buddy or getting a group of friends together to help you could also be very fun!

Set the scene!

If possible, try to emulate the setting you're trying to write with your surroundings. Go into your closet if you're trying to write a character in a small, enclosed space. Crawl under a desk, a table, a chair, etc. Put yourself in your characters' shoes.

Sprint it out!

Set a timer for a certain period of time and write until that timer goes off. Look at how many words you've written. Try to beat that in your next sprint!

Sprinto is a good Discord bot if you use Discord.

If you don't want to look at your word count, and just want to have focused writing sessions, then do that! No one's stopping you. Feel free to do what works for you!

Dump it out!

Brain dumps are extremely helpful with getting all of your ideas and thoughts out, effectively clearing your mind so you can start writing.

I like doing mine on paper, but you can do yours in a document, in your document's comments, in Google Keep, etc.

Take breaks!

Every so often, get up and do something. Reward yourself. Clear your mind. And then get back to it.

I take breaks to stim and tic and do things that I've been meaning to do but haven't done, especially when I'm frustrated with a session not going as I planned.

Write something different!

This might seem a bit counter-productive, but sometimes, you just need a change! It's perfectly fine to make a new document over some new concept you really want to write about and come back to your main project later.

If you want to stay slightly more on-topic, pick a character and ask yourself questions.

Examples include: How would this character do in a grocery store? Write about if they use coupons, if they have a certain route, if they like certain brands, if they only get organic foods, etc.

If you want to explore a setting, pick a leaf or a petal or a piece of paper, something small, and have it blow through the wind. Write about its journey and what it "sees" as it moves through a castle, a forest, etc.

Have fun!

Have fun with your writing. It doesn't have to be a job or a chore or something you absolutely dread doing. Sometimes, you just need to change your perspective.

So write fanfiction of your own WIP!

Roleplay as your OCs!

Write something so bizarre and so outlandish!

Make writing fun again!

Collaboration-Specific

I don't have any methods that you absolutely need friends for. This section is just to let you know that, sometimes, company can help! Getting into a voice channel in Discord, facetiming, etc. with a group of friends can really help boost your morale and help you finish that scene, chapter, etc.

Get into a Writing Discord, a Roleplay Discord, a Fandom Discord, etc. Engage with people on platforms!

Writing doesn't have to be a solitary activity.

-Last Updated: June 23, 2022-

That's about all I have for now!

I hope this helps you if you've been stuck in that awful limbo.

Until next time, friends!

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[daydreamtofiction]

Would love to know the answer to 2 in relation to the Glass series!

‘What scene did you first put down?’

Omg this is so boring but I think the first scene I actually physically put down was the opening scene of chapter one lmao. I’d been visualising the story for so long and one day I finally just sat down at my laptop, opened a blank word document and started writing from the very beginning.

The first scene I actually thought of though, the one that started coming into my head as a daydream before I even knew it was going to become a fic, was the scene where Sherlock returns from being ‘dead’ and Margaux’s standing there like ‘this bitch’.

The two parts of the scene I first thought of were this:

‘They heard a chain rattle, followed by a click and a creak as the door opened slowly. There she was, standing on the other side, her smile suddenly evaporating as she laid eyes on them.

Sherlock smiled another rare, genuine smile. "Surprise," he said.

She walked slowly back into her flat, the two men following behind, and turned to face them in the middle of the hallway. She was barefoot, her hair tied in a bun, her face clear of makeup except the slight stain of whatever lipstick she had worn that day. She seemed smaller, or perhaps Sherlock had just forgotten. There was silence among the three; John watched as the pair stood opposite each other. He saw the pain in Margaux's face, the confusion, the betrayal, and he recognised it all in himself.

Sherlock inhaled as if he was about to speak, "So–" But he was met by a hard, stinging slap across the face.

"You pretended to die," she said slowly and quietly. "You come back here after two years, knocking on my door uninvited and the first thing you say is 'surprise'?"

"I'm sorry," Sherlock whispered as he clutched his cheek.’

And this part:

‘She threw the bag of vegetables back in the freezer and leant against the counter, covering her face with her hands. She let out a huge breath before reaching for the bottle of gin in the cupboard. John walked in, looking down at the bottle in her hand.

"Gin and Tonic?" Margaux offered.

"No thanks," he smiled. "Actually, go on then."

She poured two glasses of gin and topped them with tonic water from the fridge. John noticed her hands were shaking.

"He's been home for weeks, John." She looked over to him, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm not saying I was this big, important person in his life. But to not even cross his mind when he came back?"

"I don't doubt for one second that he's thought of you."

"Clearly," she scoffed. "And you. It's been two years; you didn't pretend to die, what's your excuse?"

"Hey," John began, holding his hands up. "I swear I tried to catch up with you. It was a couple of months after he... Well, I went to your work. They said you–"

"Yeah, I took paid leave for a few months and never ended up going back. Sounds stupid now that he's sitting in my bloody living room but, Sherlock's death... It changed things."

"Yeah don't I know it." John took a sip, "Where are you now then?"

"I lecture in forensic psychology at the University of London. Yes, I'm a teacher." She laughed into her glass. "It was just easier with having Vaughan. More 'sociable' hours; I can take him to nursery and pick him up again. It is better."

"Well he's lovely, definitely worth it," John nodded.

"Oh absolutely."

"And very clearly older than twelve months." 

They looked at each other intensely, the silence growing uncomfortable.

"He's Sherlock's, isn't he." John finally said.

There was another long, empty silence. Margaux put her glass down on the counter.

"I was going to tell him the baby survived. Then he decided to go and die before I got the chance."

"Margaux..."

"Don't tell him, it's been too long now," she said quietly.

"Tell him? Margaux, it's Sherlock, it's only a matter of time before he bloody deduces it for himself."

"Well then there's no need to tell him, is there."

"Yes there is. He's sitting in there right now with his son and he doesn't even realise it."

"And I've spent the last eighteen months raising his son by myself; explaining to a baby that his daddy lives in a special place that we can't ever visit. Now he's suddenly back, and he's sitting on my couch, and you're saying I owe it to him?”

"He didn't know, Margaux."’

The rest of the story just sort of built around them over time!