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mikachacha · 3 months
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𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 (𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛! 𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)
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Synopsis: Bada has a reputation for sleeping with her students that she likes. So when she asked you to stay back after class, you knew what that meant and you wouldn't say no to her offer.
Warnings: smut, totally nsfw, riding, choking, a bit of hair pulling. MDNI. R18+ only
(A/N: so this is from a req from my good friend @jhopes-whoopee-cushion who's unfortunately on leave or idk if they've got another account but yeah, this request is from last year 😅)
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One of the Girls
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"I heard she slept with Nika a week ago.."
"Really? I also heard she slept with Hana.."
Hushed whispers from students gossiping inside the studio greeted you as you entered. It's your first day being in this class and you're already hearing wild gossips about the instructor. Now, you haven't personally met your instructor, Bada Lee but if the rumors are true, she might be really good looking or good at what she does basing from the things you're hearing.
"I'd gladly have her ruin me.. She's so hot!" you heard a girl squeal out and some laughed. Since you didn't know anyone, you mostly kept to yourself until the instructor walked in. You looked at her, she's tall, she exudes both masculine and feminine energy at the same time that seems to drive most people wild. Well you could definitely see why so many people are going crazy over her. She's absolutely gorgeous and that gorgeous being just looked at you, gave you a smile and even winked at you. You could pass away happy right there and then if you were being honest.
"Good morning everyone! I see that everyone's here, especially our Y/N, the latest addition to our little group here. Why don't you stand up, Y/N and show us some moves?" Bada's voice rang through the spacious studio and you got up from where you were seated, bowing to everyone and saying thanks to the others who wished you luck.
Of course you didn't come unprepared so you asked Bada for a bit of help so you can connect your phone to the speakers to which she gladly helped. She's also curious about you. You looked quite confident as you stood there in front of everyone, ready to perform. To say that Bada was only mildly impressed is a huge lie. As soon as you began dancing Water, she knew she wanted you. She would stop at nothing to get a taste of you even just for a night. The way you moved hypnotized her, just watching you dance made a fire inside her burn.
After you were finished, the room erupted with cheers and applause and you were glad, smiling and thanking them. When Bada personally praised you, you couldn't help yourself but blush though you knew that you'll just end up like one of her girls. The others could also sense it and they kind of felt bad for you considering you're just a newbie and Bada has already set her eyes on you. On the other hand, they're also a bit jealous since they've been trying hard to get Bada's attention for so long but a newbie took her attention instead.
It went on for weeks, Bada blatantly flirting with you when she's not teaching. Of course, she still needs to keep it a bit professional but she just couldn't resist you. She thought you were easy but she didn't expect you to give her a run for her money when you played this little cat and mouse game with her. You'd lead her on and shoot her down, you'd give her hope that she might get a taste of you but then tell her you're just playing. If she's gonna make you like one of the girls she slept with, might as well play with her was your mindset the whole time. Of course you wouldn't deny the one and only Bada Lee if she wants to get a taste but only if you want.
"You're quite good at keeping me coming, Y/N.. So alluring, and so playful.." Bada whispers as it was only you and her left at the studio. Everyone has left already after the class considering that it's Friday and a very nice night to go and have a drink with friends. You would've done the same but you had other plans.
You turned to Bada, a sly smirk on your lips as you played with her hair. You're shorter than her though some would comment that you got her so wrapped around your finger and that you're the boss now. You wanted to test out that theory tonight.
"Oh? But I was barely doing anything.." you looked up at her, feigning innocence but both of you know that you're far from being one.
"You know my reputation, don't you? I'm curious as to why you're playing this game with me, Y/N.." Bada had pinned you against the wall, her lips just hovering above yours and waiting for you to tell her to stop and say that you're just messing with her but you didn't. You had a mischievous glint in your eyes and even initiated a kiss with her that stunned her a bit.
It was slow, sweet yet it also mixed the lust and desire that you have for each other. Today, you have decided to finally give in and be one of Bada's girls even just for a night. You don't care if she pursues someone else right after. You just want to have a taste and the feel of Bada fucking you like how she fucked those other girls before you.
"I'm completely aware and Bada, I could hardly give a shit if I'm just a game to you. Someone you could toy with until you get what you want and discard right after. I don't give a fuck about all those things. What I care about right now is you, fucking me and making me one of your girls.." your bold statement shocked Bada but she'd be a fool to deny you. You're literally telling her that you want her the same way she wants you.
"Yeah? You want to be fucked, Y/N? So pretty yet so filthy.." Bada chuckles and pulled on your hair, tilting your head back so she can have easier access to your neck. She placed kisses there before giving you a small nip which stung a bit but also turned you on so much. You couldn't wait to feel more.
It didn't take long for Bada to take you home. Both of you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves as the anticipation is becoming too much. You just wanted her to take you right there and then in the living room but Bada managed to usher you inside her bedroom, where the real fun started.
Her kisses felt like tiny bolts of electricity coursing through you while her long fingers pumped in and out of you, playing and preparing you for what's about to come. Her mouth trailed south, kissing and suckling on your breasts that got you gasping for air and arching your back for more. It was so good. It felt too good to stop and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your peak, Bada stopped and pulled her fingers out, placing them in your mouth and letting you have a taste of your own juices.
When she was done lapping up each and every drop, she lets you recover and grab the strap on from her drawer. You looked at the size of it, it was fairly big and when Bada asked you to ride her, you could've sworn you got wetter. You climbed on Bada's lap, straddling her while she slowly guided you down to the strap on waiting below. It went in smoothly as Bada did add enough lube so you wouldn't hurt yourself and you appreciate the care she's put into this intimate moment.
"Look at you, pretty girl.. So good taking it all down like a champ.." Bada praises that got you blushing madly as you started to bounce up and down, riding her with the best that you can. It was pretty hard keeping your rhythm as the pleasure began to take over your senses as every time you came down, the tip would hit all the right places that makes you see stars and your knees to quiver.
"Fuck.. Bada.. Feels so good!" you moaned out as she held you by the waist and began to control your speed. And the way she would thrust her hips to meet yours just made your moans louder and more pleasure build up until you couldn't hold in your orgasm much longer. You came while Bada continued to fuck into you, prolonging your pleasure.
"That's right, baby.. Moan for me.. You're so pretty when you moan my name as you cum. Makes me want to do it more and more.." Bada says as she lightly choked you while you continued to bounce up and down. You couldn't form a coherent thought or could even remember when Bada has flipped you on to your hands and knees and began fucking you from behind. Every thrust made you see stars, your knees are weak from all the sensation you're feeling but Bada's holding you by the waist. The position made her go even deeper and reach places that you never knew felt good and Bada's making sure to let you know that only she touched those areas and basically ruining you for other men and women alike.
"Bada! Bada.. Fuck.. I'm gonna cum!" you moaned out, your knuckles going white from how hard you were gripping the sheets beneath you and Bada only responded by pulling on your hair, forcing you to rise until your back was against her chest. She placed kisses along your neck and even placed some bites along the way. You could hardly care especially when your third orgasm rolled it. It was the third and strongest one of all three that it knocked the air out of your lungs and you could swear that you passed out for a few seconds from how good that was.
Bada lets you calm down and regain your breath before she pulls out and sets you down gently. She leaned against the headboard of her bed, playing with herself as she watches how fucked you currently looked. It was a proud moment for her seeing you looking to dazed, seeing those marks she made on you and how your legs quivered from all the orgasm she gave you.
Seeing that she was playing with herself, you crawled between her legs and began to help her reach her own orgasm. You suckled on her breasts while your thumb fiddled with her clit. You matched the pace of her fingers and soon, Bada was reaching her own climax. She flashes you a smile before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, a complete opposite of her kisses from earlier.
"You're so great, Y/N.. I hope this isn't just a one time thing for us." Bada says as you were snuggled against each other. You turned to her, kissing her cheek.
"From how many times you've made me cum, I sure hope this isn't a one time thing. You fucked my brains out and I would love to experience that again.." You said and Bada could only chuckle, nodding her head. You may be one of her girls now but you sure are her favorite among them.
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clarence-wendle-art · 5 months
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nocovember 2023 week 2… monsters 😱
monsters inc au time!! this week was either angst or monsters and you can tell which one i chose 😅
credits to the talented @zuureleena for nocovember!
explanation under the cut…
Week 2 of Nocovember and this week, I chose the monster prompt! So, one of my favourite movies are Monsters Inc and Monsters University, they’re the first thing I think of when it comes to monsters. And it got me thinking… what if Total Drama NoCo Monsters Inc AU?
Wild- I never would’ve thought of making a Monsters Inc for Total Drama lmaoooo but here it is! So, Noah and Cody both work at Monsters Incorporated on the same floor. They’re both scare assistants (basically like Mike Wazowski’s role in the movie)! Noah is an assistant to Owen, who is a fun loving and excitable scarer and Cody is an assistant to Izzy, who is full of surprises and a very talented scarer.
This is so random lmaooo the other prompt for this week was angst but I’m not very good at drawing angsty situations 😭 So, I chose monsters and uh.. well, this is very silly and goofy but yeah!
Also, here’s another random NoCo story from years ago…. When I first got into the online fandom and started shipping NoCo, I got heavily involved with a bunch of other fans of the ship. I remember someone asking a question going ‘anyone else here gay or bi etc who ships them?’ and at the time, I was like ‘I’m straight but fully supportive of LGBT!‘ ….. anyways, how times have changed lol, not straight anymore 😅
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feralkat · 2 years
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Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈
AHHH YESS!!!
I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!
(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)
Word Count: 1,964
Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)
WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.
If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.
If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏
A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.
"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."
"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.
"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.
"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.
"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"
Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.
"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.
It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.
It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...
"Shit - did your water just break?"
"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.
"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.
"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.
"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.
She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.
"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.
"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.
It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.
"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.
"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.
It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.
Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.
The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.
"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.
"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.
That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.
The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.
Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.
Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.
With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.
It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.
"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."
"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.
Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.
Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."
"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.
One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.
"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.
Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.
"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.
Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.
"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.
"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."
Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.
Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.
This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.
It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.
And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.
Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.
As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.
While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;
"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"
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moonlightwarriorqueen · 7 months
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Hello sweetie 🥰
Congratulations on your follower milestone!!! If I may, I would like to submit a request for your follower celebration 🎉
I'm a huge EDM fan, but since EDM wasn't a big thing back in the day, I dug into my 90s dance music playlist to pick a song. This was such a hard decision too, because there are sooooooo many good dance songs from the 90s! Picking just one was a struggle 😫
Buuuuuuuut, I finally decided upon "Be My Lover" by La Bouche. It was released in early 1995 and it's one of my faves!
For the clone... I think I'm going to pick Fives for this one. I'm totally okay with suggestive and adult themes, but no smut please!
Please and thank you 💚💚💚
@the-bad-batch-baroness
Thank you, and don't worry I haven't dipped into smut yet lol
You're totally right, dance music definitely had a lot of 90s hits. This happens to be one I really like! (rhythm of the night is my dance/club song. i beleive its 90s)
Anyways, I had a hard time getting a writing vibe for this...so the song and fic might not match well 😅 but! I wrote this to the song!!
It was supposed to be friends to lovers and it still is but not quite the way I had thought originally
Warning: bad guys in an alley being bad and creepy
Be My Lover
Fives x Reader
You'd known Fives for a long time, honestly, he was probably the first clone you'd ever met let alone became friends with. All thanks to one night where you had been dragged along to this 'place' your friend knew. Said place was 79's. After an unforgettable accident of tripping over a trooper's shoe and falling face first into Fives' lap, the two of you quickly became buddies. Often hanging out when he was planet-side and spending hours on calls when he wasn't.
"-and you should've seen the size of these suckers!" Fives practically yelled into your ear as he continued his wild story
You winced a bit, pulling the earpiece away a bit
"Fives, you're gonna get reamed out if you keep yelling" you giggled out
"Oh kriff..." he whispered, then pulled the comm closer to his mouth - you could just tell by the way his voice was coming through "I do not need Rex on my ass again about waking up the squad"
"No...no, you do not" you shook your head softly at the idea, not that he could see it "So big bad monster got frightened by a 5 tattoo and a big grin?"
"Of course! Nothing can compete with an award winning smile like this or my manly prowess" he gloated with a grin
"When did you get those awards...? I don't remember being at the ceremony" you jabbed as you began walking around your residence shutting the place down for the evening
"Uh...not important - how was your day?"
"Eager to change topics?" you teased
"I mean, I've been yacking your ear off for like an hour. Not very cool of me to ignore my best friend's feelings"
You let out a soft 'ahw' at the notion, your hand touching your chest
"Yeah, I'm pretty great~" he teased "So you gonna tell me or do I have to pry it outta you?"
"It was fine," you began recounting your day and then as you neared the end of your explaination, slipped out a "-but it'd have been better if you-"
You stamped your foot and mouthed curses to yourself. You'd promised yourself to not let Fives know about your silly predicament. And just like that, you were letting the tooka out of the bag all because he asked and you got carried away
"Me? What bout me?" he asked. You didn't need to see him to know his brows were furrowed in confused concern
"Oh, just missing your dumb face" you half-lied
"You can see my dumb face if you just ask" he teased but that tone was still underlying his words "What's really going on?"
"Nothing is going on, just been a bit lonely I guess" you grumbled out.
Maybe if you'd given him a tidbit of the situation, he'd let it go
"What happened to your friend? The one with the pink skin"
"She moved last week" you mumble
"She moved...?" he asked surprised "I thought you guys were besties"
"No, you're my bestie" you corrected with a smile
He was quiet for a moment, though you were sure he was preening at the confirmation.
"So who are you hanging out with then...?"
You sighed softly. Damn Fives and his sus-skills. In your lack of response, he called your name.
"-seriously, you're not out all on your own are you?"
"I'm fine Fives, nothing to worry about" you said quickly
"Fine my ass, you know how shitty the people are around your place at night." he groaned, probably putting his face in his hands "Alright, listen. We get back in a handful of rotations - I think. Try to stick to daytime activities until then."
"But I'm fi-"
"It'll make me worry less." he added, quickly cutting you off
You had been halfway stepping into your bed when he'd said it. Your mind buzzing wuth questions at the implication. Your mouth instead just said -
"Okay, I promise"
Much to your chagrin.
So you did as you promised, stuck to doing your business during daylight hours and staying home in the evenings. But a few days turned to almost an entire week and...long story short, you caved.
You hummed to yourself as you walked down the dimly lit street.
You never understood how despite all the blinding lights around, that the walkways themselves were always on the darker side. But you had a hankering for a nearby diner and couldnt resist anymore, the place was only open in the evenings anyways. Wasn't like you could just stop going because your dear friend Fives was paranoid. You'd been living here longer than he'd technically been alive, so you were going to chalk it all up to battlefield induced worry.
Well, you had chalked it up to that all up until you were cornered in an alley by two nasty looking brutes.
"-little mousey wants to come with us"
One had caged you in and blocked your view of the alley opening while the second grabbed your chin and turned your face, roughly, in his direction
"Yeah, we'll give you some nice treats" the second man purred, the sound sounding less appealing than the claws of a Nexu scrawling across durasteel
You could feel bile crawling up your throat as your heartbeat thrummed in your ears.
"No thanks" you said mustering as much courage as you could and swatted at the man's hand. But your stomach dropped as the first offender snatched your wrist and pinned it to the wall behind you
"Ah, ah, ah~" he taunted with a tsk as his lips pulled near your ear
Your nose scrunched in disgust at the close proximity of his face. The man smelled absolutely vile. Your skin crawled, erupting in goosebumps and raised hair, as their gazes travelled across your body.
Suddenly you felt really stupid for having left this late in the evening.
Stupid for wanting to head to that diner now and not waiting until Fives came back.
And stupid for not keeping your promise to him. If you'd just done that, just stayed in your safe home, then none of this would be happening.
Your heart was pounding wildly as fear flooded your system, your cheek pressed against the cold wall behind you in a vain attempt to get as far from the men as possible.
You slammed your eyes shut just as one started leaning in close to your lips-
"HEY! THE KRIFF IS GOING ON OVER HERE?!"
You'd recognize that voice anywhere. There was a clone trooper nearby and he'd seen what was going on. Tears sprung to your lashes as hope soared in your heart.
"Back off, we found the bitch first you test tube reject!" one of the men had shouted.
You weren't sure which, not with your eyes clentched shut, but the trooper must have seen you. You heard him growl in anger and begin stomping over.
Next thing you knew, your hand was released and you could hear a scuffle.
You opened your eyes to see the first man being held by his collar and pressed to the opposing wall, the trooper holding him had his back to you. You didn't have time to focus too much on your saviour as you turned your attention to the second man, who seemed to have mostly forgotten about you. Enough that you could grab the nearest trash lid.
Emboldened by the trooper having come to your rescue, you smashed the metal lid against the second man's head as hard as you could. The man tumbled to the ground with the loud bang. The moment he dropped, you threw the lid and rushed out of the alley as fast as your wobbly legs could carry you.
Not even a moment later, or at least it seemed that way to you, arms encircled you and pulled you into a chest. You screamed and flailed about in a flurry of limbs, panicking as they had caught you again - until you heard your name.
Pausing, your wide eyes glanced back to meet warm brown ones. Your chest heaved as you panted, adrenaline starting to wane from your system.
"-shh, I got you" Fives' hushed, petting your head gently "Come 'ere"
You were promptly scooped up and plastered against his armoured chest. Your head pressed into his neck as his chin held you there delicately.
Starting to tremble as the fear worked through you, your arms wrapped around his neck while he walked. You didn't care where he was taking you. It was Fives, he was here and he was safe. Tears burned at your eyes and you clung to him tightly
"How'd you know where I was?"
"I didn't" he mumbled, turning to kiss your head "I was heading to that diner you liked. Figured I'd surprise you with it on my way to your place"
"...you just charged in seeing some lady in trouble...?" you asked raising your head to look at him in surprise.
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't matter. What does is that you're okay. I almost had a kriffing heartattack when I saw it was you"
"I'm sorry..."
"You just wanted the diner food, didn't you?" he scoffed playfully
You couldn't help but laugh softly and nod.
"What a stupid thing to get in a situation like that over"
"Mesh'la, I don't think the world imploding could keep you from that place" he chuckled
"What does mesh'la mean?" you asked softly "You say it sometimes..."
Fives rolled his head back as he groaned
"I wish you hadn't noticed...guess the tooka's out of the bag..." he then looked at you with a tender, almost sheepish, gaze "It means beautiful"
"You think I'm beautiful...?"
"Well, I have eyes, don't I?" he teased, but went right back to serious "Listen, this isn't the time, so you can forget about it. But I love you. I love you so much, mesh'la, that it drives me insane leaving you there, at your appartment, knowing the kind of danger you could get in. Like - well...I'm just glad I was there"
You blushed darkly and studied him closesly
"...what...?" he practically squeaked out "Don't look that closely at me and not say anything!" he rushed out as colour darkened his cheeks
You smiled and, grabbing him by his goatee, kissed his lips chastely
"I love you too, my dorky saviour"
"Oh, my mistake. Won't happen again" you giggled settling back in his safe arms
"That's 'ARC dorky saviour' to you"
"Alright, first...to your diner. Then we're going home and I'm going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. Ever again" he promised, pressing another kiss to your head
And somehow, you just knew nothing ever would.
Not with Fives by your side.
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rfxiii · 6 months
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Franklin Clinton x juggalo/ juggalette reader 💚
Franklin Clinton with a juggalo/juggalette S/O:
*Full disclosure I don’t know much of anything about the juggalo scene so I had to google a lot about the music scene and the paint and stuff 😅 so if anything is wrong or doesn’t track I’m sorry!*
(He doesn’t really get it, but he totally supports you. He’ll take you shopping for clothes, face paint, cds, etc. and listen to any music you want to play while he drives you around. While he may not get the fashion choices or your taste in music, he’s always down to let you explain things to him, and he’s more than open to going to the gathering with you if you asked. If you asked him really, really nicely he may let you put face paint on him. Y’all are probably running into Wade at least once at any festival you attend together.)
Franklin sits on the edge of your bed with a bemused grin on his lips, watching as you rifle through your array of makeup, brushes, and grease paint, “So, you really pulling out all the stops on this. Huh?”
You give him a playful look as you deposit the products onto the bed and straddle his hips to get a good angle at his face, “Don’t tease me! It’s not every day my perfect, wonderful boyfriend agrees to let me do this!” you snicker, truly laying on the teasing charm.
Franklin's skeptical expression slowly gives way to a smirk as he considers the proposition. "Alright, you got me there. I never thought I'd see the day when I'd let someone put makeup on me." He chuckles, his eyes fixed on you as you prepare your arsenal of supplies.
As you start applying the white base paint to Franklin's face, he closes his eyes and allows himself to relax. "I gotta admit, this feels kinda nice," he muses, feeling the cool paint against his skin.
You dip your brush into the vibrant black paint and begin carefully outlining his eyes with the precision of a seasoned artist. "See, makeup can be fun. It's like painting a canvas, but the canvas just happens to be your face," you laugh, your voice warm and teasing.
Franklin can’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. "I guess you got a point there. Plus, I seen some pretty cool face paint on Trevor’s buddy, Wade."
As you move on to the intricate details, painting black patterns against the white, Franklin admired your skill. "You really know what you're doing. I look, uh, badass already," he says with a grin.
With the finishing touches in place, you lean back to admire your handiwork. Franklin blinks at his reflection in the mirror as you hold it up for him, his face transformed into the likeness of a true juggalo. "Wow, this is wild. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm diggin’ the look."
You share a proud smile with him. "You look good, babe. Now, we gotta take a few pictures to remember this!"
Franklin chuckles and reaches for his phone. "Yeah, for sure. Who knows when I'll be a juggalo again?" The two of you taking selfies, capturing this silly and unexpected moment.
You knew he wasn’t truly into the scene like you were, but his willingness and sweetness to let you indulge in this, despite him not being the biggest fan, was honestly the best feeling. He may not understand all the aspects of it, but knowing you like this is more than enough to convince him to let you do this again.
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skyward-floored · 3 months
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👀👀
Wip Wednesday!! :D
(if you're willing I'd love to hear about whatever you've been enjoying working on lately)
Yeah sure! :D
So as of late I’ve mostly been splitting my time between the handful of febuwhump fics I’m doing (hehe), the exceedingly late fic I’m writing for Oma (double hehe), and the kitty Wind fic.
The febuwhump ones aren’t too cohesive yet, mostly just rough drafts, but I’m having fun with the one especially. In fact before I answered this ask I was working on it, and I wrote a bit that made me make this face >:)
The fic for Oma is nearly done! ...as soon as I figure out how to finish it that is 😅 For some reason Legend is refusing to cooperate with me here. Maybe because I’m giving him a hard time, heh.
And kitty Wind is! Coming! Very slowly!!! -_- Mostly it’s Twilight’s fault, he keeps wrestling with things and I sort of didn’t have a plan for a lot of the middle of this fic so I’m kind of floundering XD But I wrote a bit of the ending recently! I’ll figure it out at some point lol.
And since I greatly appreciate you asking, here’s a wip from the kitty Wind fic :)
“Poor kid. He’s totally exhausted, huh?” Legend asked, and Twilight checked back into the discussion, nodding.
“The transformation wore him out. It’s a lot of magic all at once, and he wasn’t expecting it at all,” Twilight said quietly, running a gentle hand over Wind’s fur.
“But he’ll be okay, right?” Wild asked, fiddling with his tunic as he looked at the sailor, and Twilight nodded.
“Yeah. The first time is always the worst.”
Warriors narrowed his eyes at that, and Hyrule had a suspicious look on his face as he glanced between Wind and Twilight. Twilight swallowed, and averted his gaze from the two, trying not to fidget.
Okay, maybe I should just come out with it already, this is a bit ridiculous.
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legacyshenanigans · 9 months
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Hope your day has been fantastic B, love the audios you’ve dropped today… anyways I have a question because some of the recent AI images got me wondering some loose questions about our lovely werewolf man..
You mentioned Rowan - bc his lycanthropy- constantly is having to deal with his hair and beard. Does he ever get annoyed with it or is it sort of routine at this point (or annoying routine)?
Does his more animalistic nature take over sometimes without meaning to. For instance he can sort of smell when a witch (maybe a partner he frequents at the den) would have THAT window and he’s just immediately like uncontrollably rutting into them?
Has he ever done something that shocked him? Maybe spending a lot of time with Marvolo he’s adopting more humanistic traits than he had growing up? Or perhaps a hookup brought something out in him surprising?
What’s something he doesn’t know how to do that he really would like to learn?
What’s a guilty pleasure?
What’s something people would wrongfully assume about him?
Does he have a favorite thing (toy, blanket, etc) that just makes him so happy when he gets back to his room to see?
Again, hope your day is fantastic and you’ve really been feeding the wicked side of me today with the Audios 😮‍💨💚💜
I ate my damn bodyweight in cheesecake this evening, so naturally, it's been a good day. 🤣 hope your day's been good too! 💚
Yeah I've been dropping these audio's today 😅 on the subject a Rowan going to try and do his shortly 👀 Definitely be down to answer these questions about Rowan 😊🐺
Regarding his hair, its just total routine for him now, before he has his morning shower, he'll sort out his hair and beard that's if he wants to keep it all kinda neat looking, he can sometimes go a few days without touching it, but it'll go wild.
His animalistic traits are ALWAYS present at any given time, he does indeed have an impeccable sense of smell, and yeah, he can smell certain...Things...That others can't. But he has enough self control that he wouldn't just be rutting against people who he can smell are in ovulation haha. Only time he loses himself is during the Lycans "Heat season" where he just NEEDS to fuck (I currently have a little WIP going in regards to this haha)
Nothing that I would say has shocked him, but he definitely tries his best to do more "human things," especially now being in society. Marvolo has given him the run down on etiquette around others, for example, TRYING to eat normal food, at a dinner table, with a knife and fork, and not just scoffing down slabs of raw meat with his hands 🤣
He's not a very good reader and wants to learn how to read better. He really struggles when it comes to reading.
His guilty pleasure, going back to the above-mentioned food comment, is hunting, its need for him, he HAS to go out there and hunt and eat what he catches.
People would wrongfully assume that he can't be kind, like at all, and that he's generally nasty.
He does have a favourite thing! And it's kinda gross haha, he has a pretty large dragon leg bone in his room that he likes to gnaw on. He just gets comfort from gnawing on things, especially that.
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acourtofwhatthefuck · 3 months
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I honestly don’t care who Elain ends up with as long as SHE is happy. It could be with Lucien, or Azriel, OR she could just be happy by herself.
Don’t get me wrong, I like having these characters end up with someone, but I could totally see Elain healing and realizing that she doesn’t really need anyone. Sjm has a really hard time writing her stories where the fmc is finally happy and healed once they’re in a relationship at the end of their story.
Elain has started to realize she wants to be independent, so let her be independent.
I also hate the Elriel and Eluicen ships because they put the males over Elain. Like yes, Azriel and Lucien deserve to be happy but what about Elain?? Elain’s book is most likely the next ACOTAR book. Not Azriel or Lucien.
The only way I could see any of the bat boys getting books is little novellas set probably when Rhys mother was alive. Not whole ass novels.
Sorry about my rant there lol😅
Yeah don’t get me wrong, I love romance and reading about relationships building and everything, but my gods, the intensity of this fandom when it comes to ships is actually wild 😭at this point all I want for elain is to know more about who she herself really is, because we know very little, and I don’t want her entire personality to be about a potential relationship!
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uh so, i dont know to ask this but, like, how do you know which of your ideas is a good idea? like, me, as a writer (?), get like a hundred ideas, and i want to write all of them, but obviously i cant (though i wish i could), and i just get stuck because i want to write all of them. how do you decide which ones you should be writing?
thank you!!!
Ohh this is interesting!
It sort of depends. Sometimes there really are things we "should" be writing, not in a "my brain will eat itself alive with guilt if I don't work on this" way, but in a "there is a deadline and people are waiting" way.
So I think the first thing is that unless you are in that second category, try to separate yourself from the "should". Because that makes writing an obligation, and then it stops being fun. And even though it's sucky and difficult sometimes, writing should be fun!
So saying that... I think the good ideas are the ones that make you go !!!!!!. If an idea grabs you and yells at you and you really, desperately, SUPER DUPER want to write it, then that's the one you should write. And if you change your mind partway through, swap to another! Having a few WIPs on the go at once can be a good way to stop yourself getting bored, and to help you keep writing if you hit a block on a specific story.
I think that at the end of the day, the ideas you are SUPER excited about are the ones that'll come out "best", because a reader can sense your excitement on the page. So even if the idea itself seems a bit wild or silly or like something you're worried no one will be interested in, if you care then your readers will too.
OH ALSO, WHILE IM HERE
If you write, you're a writer!! You don't need that (?). Own it!!! This is a piece of advice I was given by uh tommy wiseau (yeah, the guy from The Room) when I met him in London and despite the fact he's totally unhinged it was actually what I needed to hear. Thanks, tommy 😅
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joellesolo · 8 months
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Neurodivergency is wild, everyone.
The neurodivergent urge to NEVER throw anything away, even if it’s broken/torn/ruined in some way, JUST IN CASE it comes in handy.
I have a pajama rotation I have lived by for over five years, and my Thurs-Sun top between showers is this super comfy HU lounge tank. Well, a couple years ago it got a hole in it, so, I went to the HU site and replaced it (and in hindsight, should’ve bought like five of them). Fast forward to now, there are like, five dime sized holes in my current replacement tank, and I was spiraling (because that’s all I’ve been doing lately 🙃) because I can’t really sew, and I can’t just BUY a new shirt that’s a totally different texture (because I did that for my Tues-Thurs pj shirt and it’s been a year and I STILL don’t like the new one, too thick) so I googled how to sew and it was not going well, so I posted on facebook whining about the neurodivergent routines and clothing rotations I have, honestly just hoping someone would offer to fix my shirt for me 😅 (side note: I did try to find the actual shirt, first on poshmark with no luck, then on HU with no luck, then I found it on a super sketchy site which was cool except it was super sketchy and the link wouldn’t even open on my husband’s phone when I sent it to him so, that was a no go 😞)
And, someone commented explaining they totally get it!! and had knowledge of sewing and was trying to ask me about the fabric, if I could patch it, etc., and I’m like, no, it’s pretty lightweight, I don’t have any other shirt that’s similar otherwise it would solve my problem ha, and while they’re trying to talk me through it I get hit by this random thought:
“Wait, what if I saved the original one?? I don’t like to throw things out! I always save stuff! I could use the original as scrap fabric for patches!!”
So I went digging through three boxes of old clothes in my closet, was about to admit defeat, then thought to check my pajama drawer, and, it was the second shirt from the top. SECOND FROM THE TOP. It’s just been hanging out in my pajama drawer for two/three years, I didn’t toss it even though it has a hole! 
And I was like, perfect! I can just cut up this one and then patch the other one and don’t have to worry about different textures! And then my brain took it one step further and went, wait a minute, the old shirt has ONE tiny little pea sized hole, the current shirt has five dime sized holes... why not mend the shirt that’s in better shape instead of cutting it up and trying to fix five fucking holes?!
So I threw it in the dryer with a dryer sheet (because it smelled like stale drawer) while I showered, and now I don’t even care about fixing it because it’s my SHIRT and it’s the proper day and it fits just right and is super lightweight and I will worry about mending it when the hole gets bigger (or when someone offers to do it for me 😅) 😂
So, yeah, that was a crazy/chaotic two hours of pure stress for no reason. And DAMN I hate my brain sometimes (like needing a pajama rotation!) but DAMN I love it sometimes (like saving a holey shirt!) and it was just a wild ride.
So here are the shirts, the original on the left (you can tell it was in a drawer cuz the fold lines while the one on the right was on a hanger 😂) and a picture of me being so damn proud of myself for essentially being a hoarder 😅
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And if you ever, EVER, happen to see the Her Universe Jedi Napper Yoda Lounge Tank in a Medium on poshmark or ebay or any of those sites, please let me know so I can snatch it up 😂
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folatefangirl · 10 months
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Haven't seen one of these floating around for the recent MTAP tag but here's some gameplay tips I've picked up as a newbie who picked this up while it was 80% off on steam. I was mega stressed early on due to not knowing things and would be happy to pass on advice to save others the stress:
1. Reddit is good for advice and tumblr is penalizing me for links so yeah. Use the reddit community and/or wiki when stuck. Link to a decent set of advice is in the replies to this post.
2. Repair your workshop as soon as possible bc you'll wake up with low stamina daily until that gets done. Doesn't take more than like 30ish or so pieces of wood.
3. Yep the advice to make more than one machine is correct. Even for the blender. Maybe not the cooking setup or basic skiver per se. Yes, this will use up resources and space. Use the For Sale sign to expand space (or be like me and try to cram a level 2 house into a space too small for it 😅).
4. In the small planter boxes, grow lettuce, cotton, and wheat as much as possible if you can. You can also grow other things, but these seem to be the most helpful for feeding mounts and skiver crafting. Large boxes are for the special giant seeds and you can get the box from the church store and seeds from the Mysterious Man. Fertilize often to have the best shot at winning the Autumn Festival!
5. No, you can't have a rival romance with Higgins, tragically. But you can spar and body block him and chat to him until 9 AM to prevent him from taking commissions, especially the fancy valuable ones. I'm currently chill with being at rank 2 in my first year so I don't bother yet. I still think we should be allowed to woo him. As a treat. And mechanic to make him nicer 😅. Btw once he scams you (you'll know when) talk to him as soon as possible after and you can at least guilt him into giving you money.
6. No seriously do use Gust's shop in A&G to swap for 999 wood and keep furnaces running. You'll get wayyy too much stone from mining and the first quarry only gives so much marble for stone tables to sell en masse when the market is up. Other quarries are annoying to get to in the early game. Use the excess for wood first, then making stone bricks or stone tools etc to sell or whatever. Go wild. I make excess glass to sell since it's more profitable than raw resource selling, yep even with the wood cost. Still haven't figured out how to make excess soil more profitable besides planter boxes.
7. If you don't wanna feel like a monster for killing llamas for their worn fur, you can totally kill panbats. I like all the critters so I feel like a monster regardless 🥴. Kinda has to be done for certain quests and quest items tho.
8. Make allll the Dee-Dee Stops you can for the spots marked on the map. You can also have your mount follow you to the next stop.
9. Bring or make stamina repletion food when mining, esp if you have the game speed slowed down and don't run to the Round Table to replete (you have a limited number of things you can eat and can only eat once daily... Or you could try sitting for an hour if you aren't like me and it won't drive you crazy to sit and do nothing).
10. Annoying timed storyline quest needed items that you can collect earlier while the main story has no time limit for progression per se: pretty much all ores/ore products and special mining items like valves and engines, wild cocoons, ironwood (more than you think), bat wings, bamboo papaya, information discs (I keep the extra beyond the ones I give Petra for research in general for the storyline quest diagrams; I can complete the relics later), knight badges from the Round Table (minimum 250 of them), old parts, crystal necklace x1, dog food x1, soap x1, wildflower bouquet from Alice x1, tempering fluid, copper and steel wire, steel planks, welding rods. Can't think of the other ones that were super urgent and non-commission board rn as of Winter 1st (my latest stopping point) but yeah this is totally a hoarding game.
11. P.S. To get into the hazardous ruins area as a lower level, literally just dodge and run for 60 seconds. Do a hit if you feel brave. Yes, it's cowardly but it totally works and unlocks neat stuff you really need for certain quests. You can kick their asses later.
12. The worst that can happen if you die is that you get warped back home. Same for passing out at 3 AM but without the health depletion. Use that knowledge for what you will. I've noticed in boss battles it just bumps me back to the start of the battle with full health and stamina so I only get warped back further in other situations.
That's all I have for now but I may add more as I play. Hope this helps!
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epersonae · 6 months
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20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @yerbamansa, thanks!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
169 😅 150 of which are for The Adventure Zone (I wrote a LOT of small fic for TAZ, and just a lot of TAZ fic in general)
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
604,338, which remains absolutely wild to me. I hit the half-million mark this year.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently Our Flag Means Death, but previously The Adventure Zone, and I have one Star Trek (TOS movies) fic.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Sea of Love (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) (6,697 words)
Phoenix Fire (The Adventure Zone (Podcast)) (2,031 words)
Commit to the Bit (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) (2,471 words)
Dinner & Conversation (The Adventure Zone (Podcast)) (826 words)
I have begun to long for you (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) (4,185 words)
Yeah, ok, some fun reunion porn for the big fandom and a collab with two pretty popular writers for the small fandom make sense for that top two in particular.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to, especially since I don't get that many, and I love getting comments so much that I just want to share my appreciation. Sometimes the spoons are low, sometimes I don't know what to say except "thanks!" and if someone just commented on several chapters I might not do that for all of them.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Well, Phoenix Fire is the Worst Ending, aka the destruction of the entire universe, plus unbearably sad between the main characters, so yeah.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I do have quite a bit of fluffy fic (Commit to the Bit comes to mind, there's also a Fantasy Costco Kravitz/Taako that's very sweet), but I immediately thought of for the benefit of all the broken hearts, just because it takes an incredibly bittersweet ending of the fic it's fixing and says FUCK THAT, how can everyone get a happy ending instead?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I've never gotten any, even managed to avoid the twitter wank that WFU got when I wrote fics of it! (long ago, I did get some vagueblogging about some stuff in my TAZ fic, but nothing ever addressed directly at me)
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
That is where I started and why I started (my first smutty fic is pretty bad imho but it was popular, relatively speaking, because for a bit there it was the only unlocked smut for that pairing); my original rarepair was M/F bi4bi in a complicated polycule, and so there's some them+others works in there. (readers of for the benefit of all the broken hearts are nodding along like "ok this tracks") beyond that, I'm just going to say go look at my work.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Is for the benefit of all the broken hearts (and the rest of that series) a crossover??????? Like I'm legitimately staring into space thinking about the boundary line between modern AU and RPF and........ HUH.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
DO PEOPLE DO THAT
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
183 thousand words in a series: the only life you could save, with my beloved Ryn, when we were "just friends" - started as our attempt to co-write a reconciliation between Taako and Lucretia, and spun out into an entire timeline with themes spanning before the Stolen Century all the way into post-canon. Some pieces we wrote separately, much of it we wrote together. Even the last piece, which I published after Ryn died, includes a section that they wrote, about Taako trying to cope with Lucretia's death.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
Probably Mulder/Scully lol, tho I don't know if I've ever read any fic of them????
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
One of my very first TAZ fics was a Hurley/Sloane backstory fic that was going to be basically a beat-for-beat retelling of The Fast and the Furious (oh, I guess that's also sort of a crossover?), but I only ever wrote the first chapter. I would love to write it at some point, because I think it would be fun as hell.
I'd also love to finish my TAZ Amnesty fic, sweetness follows, which is friends-to-lovers post-canon Minerva/Duck.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Character voice, I think. Possibly a stupid depth of canon knowledge for whatever the canon is, and I think I have a knack for figuring out how to reincorporate those details. Honestly, it's hard for me to say "oh these are my strengths and weaknesses", or at least today I'm having trouble pinning that down.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Punctuation Pokemon, or rather, my sentences do get very tangly. I find endings really tricky, I've done a lot of work thinking through how to stick the landing. (This is one of the ways in which Ryn continues to live in my head, because they could always spot when I hadn't quite made it.)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Alas my Spanish (high school and college) is too rusty to even try, and I don't know any other languages.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The Adventure Zone, although I wrote quite a bit of Agatha Christie pastiche in junior high, and a lot of Anne Rice influenced original fiction in high school and college.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I love a lot of my fic, it's fun to go back and look and say "oh that!", and The Reckoning Arrives is up there, of course, because I loved writing it, and it saved my life. ("she's survived the impossible before" got me out of my marriage and 2 years later got me through the hospital. "you're here, so be here" got me through what came after that.)
But it does have to be for the benefit of all the broken hearts - she lives in my head, still, and I feel incredibly proud of all the work I put into it, the technical work, the emotional work.
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Not tagging anybody, but PLEASE! if you feel like talking about your writing, do it!
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acrossthesestars · 5 months
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Thanks for the tag @emilykaldwen 🖤
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 16
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 367,898
3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently, just HotD. I'll probably go back to Star Wars at some point. And maybe expand to bg3 and GoT.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Iron & Ash, Salt in the Wound, Dancing in the Dark, Color Me Once, and Paper Crowns.
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! I live for that engagement and I love hearing my readers thoughts/guesses/theories. If I don't, it's because I have nothing nice to say 😅
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Seneca. Everyone breaks up, people are dying, there's child murder and unplanned pregnancy. It's a fucking mess and I love it.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Paper Crowns had a moderately happy ending. Does that count?
8. Do you get hate on fics? I have. People are wild lol
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? I got my start peddling porn, so you can count on me to write the explicit stuff.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I do not. I don't think I ever would either.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Hahaha yeah, and it sucks. Like there's no words for how badly it sucks.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have not.
13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? I have! The first fic I ever wrote was co-written with @jadore-andor and I love collabing with her.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Reylo. And Zutara.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Any WIP I've abandoned was abandoned for good reason. But if I had to choose, probably Gods and Monsters, my Boba fic.
16. What are your writing strengths? Smut. And characterization. Overly done descriptions of scenery lol
17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle creating depth on my own.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I make @emilykaldwen translate all my high Valyrian 😂
19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Hands down, it's they say I killed you (haunt me then)
No pressure tags: @massivecolorspygiant @theradioactivespidergwen @cheesybadgers @ladylannisterxo
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Yo! Just wanted to let you know I just binge-read "What Was Stolen" and I was utterly DESTROYED (in a good way) 😱🤩🤩😭 I tried to read it sometime last month I think, but of course that was the day AO3 went down for a while so I forgot. 😅 but anyway yeah I fell totally in love with the entirety of the AU and my irl friends can testify to me screeching about it for the past few days 🤣 I could've cried so many times and I'm absolutely DYING for more!!! Especially after that cliffhanger at the end of Chapter 21!! Keep up the great work!!! 🤩🤩🤩 I've seen other people's fanart of it and now I'm very tempted to make some of my own!!
Ahhhhh thank you! This is so kind, I love to hear that the emotions in the writing really hit you! I hope you liked chapter 22! That one really gets me emotional. I just think of Amy and her journey in this story and I COLLAPSE. Lol, after this chap and all the shit I’ve pulled I do not deserve the fan art. But I will take it and I will scream about how kind and good it is to anyone who will listen!!! Seeing art/posts about What Was Stolen in the wild always blows my mind. Thank you for reading and coming to tell me your reaction! It’s so fun to hear!
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The Happiness We Deserve
Chapter 7
Read it here on ao3
Rated E | 1k (11.6k total)
CW: None for this chapter
Jay stops by while Ian is still over
Chapter 1
I posted this yesterday and forgot to post it here too. Oops. 😅
An hour and a shared bowl later, they were pleasantly high and relaxed further into the couch. It was nice, sitting there with Ian and talking about everything and nothing. Ian told him about his cat, about his coworkers, about living in the city. Mickey told him about the Alibi and about his time in prison. 
They ended up talking about Ian’s family, too. Ian listened eagerly as Mickey told him little stories about his nieces and nephews, embarrassing things about his siblings, things he did and didn’t like about their partners. 
Everything seemed to click into place. They slipped back into a comfortable atmosphere. It may have been the beers or the weed, but Mickey was enjoying the evening. 
They did not talk about their past beyond sharing a few remembered stories from childhood. They didn’t talk about how things were left between them; how their last real conversation had been while Ian was sick, how he had broken Mickey’s heart that day, or how he stopped visiting. They didn’t talk about the fact that he’d left without saying goodbye to anyone. Not just Mickey, but Lip and Liam and Carl and Debbie. 
And that was okay. Mickey was fine with that. He didn’t want to bring up the shitty stuff; he wanted to enjoy laughing and talking with a friend that he hadn’t seen in a long time. 
It was okay and Mickey was fine with moving on. 
But that was a lie. 
Because really, he wanted to scream and yell. He wanted to curse Ian for leaving things the way he did. He wanted to ask how he could do that, wanted to know if what he said he’d felt for Mickey were lies. How else could he have let him go so easily? He wanted to know if everything they’d gone through together had fucked him up as much as it had fucked up Mickey. 
He wanted to know if maybe, maybe, Ian had lingering doubts. If maybe his heart still yearned for-
But Mickey wasn’t going to allow himself to dwell on any of that. 
Instead, he smiled, and nodded, and laughed as Ian told him about his life. The one he lived apart from Mickey.
Mickey was finishing off their second bowl when the door to his apartment unlocked and swung open. 
Jay appeared in the doorway, still dressed in his suit from work, with his overnight bag slung over one shoulder. His nose scrunched as he smelled the weed. “Mickey,” he said with a sigh, closing the door and locking it, “you know I don’t like it when-”
He turned around and cut himself off with a small, “oh.”
Ian looked about as startled as Mickey felt. His wild eyes darted to Mickey briefly before looking back to Jay, offering him a little wave. “Uh,” he said, “sorry.”
“I didn’t know he’d still be here,” Jay said stiffly.
“I didn’t know you’d be comin’ by,” Mickey said, feeling a little annoyed. He knew that was unfair; Jay had a key and an open invitation. 
“Yeah, well. I texted you when I left the office. I took the morning off tomorrow, so I figured we could…” He trailed off with a wave of his hand, but didn’t put down his bag or remove his jacket. “But if you’re busy-”
“No,” Ian said with a firm shake of his head, “I’m not staying much longer.” He looked down at his watch. “I should actually be getting back to the hotel. Doug will be waiting up for me.” It was a lie; he’d already told Mickey that Doug had gone to bed before he’d even come over. The model had a ridiculously early call time and needed rest. Mickey wanted to call Ian out on it, but he held his tongue. 
“It was good to see you,” Jay said before Ian had even moved from the couch. With a clearly annoyed glance at Mickey, Jay disappeared into the bedroom. The door shut with a soft click. 
“Um,” Ian said, laughing nervously and rubbing his thighs with his hands, “I don’t think he likes me very much.”
“I know he doesn’t,” Mickey said with a snort. “But that’s okay. Makes sense, after all.” He should have stopped talking, but he was high and his mouth was moving before his brain could even process the words. “It’s not often that your boyfriend is visited by the one who got away.”
They both froze. The room was completely silent for a moment, before Ian cleared his throat. “The what?”
“Nothin’,” Mickey said quickly, setting the bong on the coffee table and standing from the couch. “I didn’t say nothin’, and you didn’t-”
“It’s okay, Mick,” Ian interrupted. His voice was strained, like it physically hurt him to say the next words. “You got away from me, too.”
Emotion rushed through Mickey. Anger, confusion, desperation, sadness. I didn’t go anywhere, he wanted to shout, you could have had me if you’d just stayed.
He swallowed it all down, clenching his fists as Ian rose from the couch. “I’ll call you an uber,” he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. Opening it, he saw that he did, in fact, have a missed call and three new texts from Jay. 
Ian’s hand fell on his arm, warm and rough. Just like everything else about this older version of Ian, it was both foreign and familiar. Mickey made the mistake of looking up. Ian was so close.
His eyes were intense. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and his brow creased for a moment. “Mickey.”
Mickey felt his face flush and his eyes sting with the familiar feel of unshed tears. “Ian.” His voice shook. 
Ian darted forward and Mickey’s breath stopped as his warm mouth landed on his cheek. “Thanks for tonight,” Ian murmured against his skin. And then he was gone, leaving Mickey standing in the middle of his apartment with one hand clenched around his phone and the other pressed to his cheek. 
Mickey wiped angrily at his eyes and stomped over to his door, locking it behind Ian. Then he went to his bedroom, standing in front of the door and taking a few deep, measured breaths before pushing it open. 
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til:
terfs just straight-up ignore a good chunk of human existence, don't they?
like, intersex people? nope, sex isn't a spectrum u silly billy! u can just throw everyone in male or female boxes unless they're freaks who can't fit either in which case uh... those don't exist actually! 😅
or like. ohhh so sad all the transmascs who used to be such beautiful lesbians and now we've lost them. oh what transmasc lesbians? uhhh no those don't exist i don't know what you're talking about!
or like 'clocking' people. oh yeah you can totally always tell when someone's trans because they'll have the Wrong Features. yeah no most women of color are actually trans hope that helps! what, me, racist? Noooo, never! anyways everybody i don't like is secretly trans and i know Exactly How To Spot Them. yeah i'm also always right! isn't that wild?
honey. as someone who's got lots of experience with mental gymnastics (retired - that cult shit does some serious damage), let me be the first to tell you that you're not doing yourself any favors.
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