#world overview wednesday

[pudding-parade]

I guess we can consider this something of a mini world overview, which is something I want to get back into doing one of these days.

This is Qornenthus, an alien world by @risastorm. So far as I can tell, it's only available on their Exchange account, not on their Tumblr blog, for whatever reason. It's a world that I've had on my radar for a long time, wanting to create an alien society on it. So, I've decided to have a stab at it, to create a homeworld for these guys, whom I'm considering to be sort of mostly-post-technology. Not in a disastrous/apocalyptic way but rather as a society that mutually agreed to screw it all and "return to monke" -- Or in their case, "return to archosaur-ish" -- while still retaining some technology and such.

Anyway, I haven't really done any kind of "technical" building in Sims games since my early, pre-sharing-on-the-internet days of playing TS2 back in the mid-aughts, mostly because I generally don't enjoy playing the resulting kind of lots. They tend to be more complex and multi-level than I like to play. But for some reason, I've been itching to do some more "technical" building, and want to build something here. It will involve large lots spanning peaks, valleys, and bodies of water, with some elevated architecture, maybe some treehouses, so it's going to involve some terraforming, both temporary and permanent, if I can get it to work like I want at all. So before I tear things up, I thought I'd try out some lighting mods and take some "before" pics, with no Reshade or any image editing.

The lighting I landed on is Brntwaffles's Dystopian lighting, which is what's shown in the pictures on this post, though I edited the mod to make the moon unnecessarily enormous. It has the "feel" I want for these aliens and, as a bonus, it makes the water look suitably swampy, though I'll be adding fog emitters and more plants to make it more so. Then I'll need a suitable rainy/stormy alien Tempest preset. Oh! I should also mention that I have defaults for the game's "fantasy" trees, to make them a bit less fantasy-looking. For some reason, it lops off the heads of the mushroom trees; I can't remember if that's what it's supposed to do. LOL

Anyway, here are some more pictures because I took a lot of them at various times of day and in various conditions…

I'm calling this an "overview," but really there's not a lot to say about the world. It's extremely cool-looking, if you like alien-swamp sorts of environments, as you can see in the pics. But, it has no roads, no lots, and no flat building areas at all, anywhere, so if you want to use it, you have to place lots in Edit Town. Lots will place just about anywhere and, as far I saw, sims can route pretty much everywhere, too. Once you get lots placed, you'll need to do some more technical building for yourself because downloaded pre-built lots aren't going to fly here.

The world does have lots of spawners, especially insect and rock ones, except that it has no fish spawners at all, which is kind of funny given the amount of water. It doesn't have spawners from Island Paradise or Into the Future, either, but everything else is there. I'm not really sure what EPs it's going to need, and anything it's going to need is going to be vegetation-related because there's literally nothing else here. I do know that those bamboo trees come with World Adventures, and I'm pretty sure the rainbow eucalyptus trees come with Pets and the banana trees and alocasia come with Island Paradise. So there's that.

And that's about all there is to say, really. The rest, as they say, is silence pictures.

Oh! The one and only thing that I'm not fond of in the world is that it has a lot of rainbow spawners. And by "a lot" I mean a riotously excessive amount.

That's not even all of them. Thankfully, they aren't there all the time.

So yeah! Cool world. I'm looking forward to doing some work on it. If I'm at all successful at doing what I want to do with it, I will, of course, share pics.

#sims 3 #world overview #world overview wednesday #except on a friday #sims 3 scenery #sims 3 pictures

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 21 available on AO3 and Chapter 22 will be posted soon.

Currently 21 chapters completed: 797.4K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

[Previous snippet from Several Sentences Sunday]

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 22 because there's less than one day remaining until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 21, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie finalized everything before they left on Friday, December 15th. On December 10th, Buck agreed to meet with his biological father and the three of them will be present at the restaurant Edward selected. Buck still doesn't know Chris is going to ask him to adopt him on Christmas morning and neither Buck nor Chris knows anything about the gift Eddie bought to commemorate the special moment. Also, Eddie's planning several big surprises for Buck on their wedding day and for a week later when they arrive in London but Eddie doesn't know Chris and Buck are planning a surprise for him too. The three of them are speaking Italian more frequently and finally, Maddie, the 118 and Athena are still planning to throw them an engagement party because they don't know they're getting married which means New Year's Eve at Maddie's and Chimney's is going to be interesting 😉.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner (Chapter 17), to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa (Chapter 18) and Buck told the Buckley parents he's getting married and that he has a son (Chapter 19). Only three people know they're getting married and they are Chris, Carla and Malone. They told Carla and Malone (Chapter 19) because they asked them to be their witnesses at the Italian Consulate and they told Chris (Chapter 20) that evening after they got the "Atto Notorio" (Declaration) signed but no one else knows. In Chapter 21, Buck, Eddie and Chris arrived in Rome, Italy and they're preparing for the big day.

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Here's another romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 22 of Eddie and Buck having a conversation while they're in their bedroom inside of their villa in Roma, Italia.

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It’s dark o’clock outside and they both know they should be sleeping but they’re awake and lying in bed simply gazing into each other’s eyes.  Their arms are wrapped around the other one’s waist, their legs are tangled together underneath the covers and even though their heads are lying on their own pillows, their faces are only millimeters apart.

After a few seconds of looking into those honey brown eyes he loves so much, Buck unwraps one of his arms from around Eddie’s waist, he lightly taps the bridge of his nose, smiles then says, “Piccola… you’re supposed to be sleeping.”

He chuckles and responds, “Amore mio, so are you”.

They laugh and after their laughter subsides, Buck’s smile brightens and he replies, “I’m too excited to sleep”.

“Me too.”

They stay there in the moment and allow the weight of their admissions to surround them.

Without breaking eye contact, Eddie unwraps one of his arms, he lifts his hand and lightly rubs his thumb over Buck’s bottom lip.

The response is immediate because Buck’s entire body shivers at the touch.  He’s not cold by any means because he set the thermostat and he knows the temperature inside of the villa is a balmy 75 degrees.  It’s Eddie’s touch that does it and he knows there’s no one else in this world that can make him feel the way Eddie can.

The feeling of his arms being around him, the taste of his lips being pressed against his, the roll of his tongue when they’re French kissing along with every other touch of his is now memorized and it’s indubitably imprinted on his brain.

Eddie Diaz is the love of his life; he always has been and he always will be.  They’re in love with each other and they're soulmates who share a love of their lives type of love that transcends both space and time.

They’ve been sharing emotional intimacy for more than six years; they’ve been sharing romantic intimacy for the past 3 months and 15 days but in a few hours, they’re going to experience physical intimacy for the first time on their wedding night and he’s been counting the number of days they had left for weeks.  Now he’s counting the hours and pretty soon he’ll be counting the minutes until he says, “I do” and becomes Mr. Evan Diaz.

Eddie noticed when his fiancé shivered, so he repeats the action and the response is instant.  When Buck shivers, he watches as his ocean blue eyes darken like he’s ready to be devoured and he knows in a little more than 19 hours, he’s going to give him everything he wants and needs.

Buck whispers, “Eddie... in exactly 12 hours, we’re getting married”.

“We are and guess what?”

Buck dreamily looks at his fiancé and whisper asks, “What?”

“I can’t wait for us to be husba...”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Buck closes the millimeters of space between them and kisses him with so much passion it causes them to tighten their arms around the other one.  It’s a long deep and slow kiss that’s filled with promises of everything that’s going to happen between them in a matter of hours.

They get lost in it and while they continue to lick and pant into each other’s mouths, Buck does the same thing he’s been doing for the last couple of weeks, he repositions them so Eddie’s on top of him.  Once he’s covering his whole body, he opens his legs and bends his knees but this time he also wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist and pushes his hips up to let him know how much he wants him.

He breaks the kiss then talks against his lips and exclaims with a whisper, “Fai l’amore con me!” [“I want you to make love to me”].

What's going to happen next? Will they give in and make love now or are they going to wait until after their ceremony? 👀🤷🏽‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-21 are available on AO3.

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#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #WIP Wednesday #buddie wip #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #911 on abc #911 abc #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” #Chapter 21 will be posted soon.

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday and Thursday

I made a graphic for them I do these so often. 😆

This one will be a bit different from other WIP Wednesday. I’m going to give a brief overview of each one of my WIPs. (There are a lot, not all of them are on Tumblr, I’ll mention which ones are.)

I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo @trulybetty @fhatbhabie ❤️ and @rhoorl I think. I feel like I mostly got it right. 😂

“This is the Neighborhood Din” My modern Din Djarin AU with a human Grogu (affectionately called Little G). Three chapters are up so far and four is almost done. I’m having a lot of fun writing it (outside of chapter two - Domestic Violence warning on that one.) I’m introducing different Star Wars characters each chapter and their interconnected relationships while keeping with my silly brand of humor. Know that Johnnie Mae is the MVP.

“Weddings 101 with Dieter” A series near and dear to me as with this series I really doubled down on writing Dieter Bravo overall as well as my delusional belief that I am somehow a comedy writer. Maya and Dieter are a hot mess, I love Daisy, Dieter’s trusty goat and that this series is the crazy ridiculous rom-com I wanna see. ❤️ Also I made Oscar Isaac have imaginary beef with Dieter and am having way too much fun writing it. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine loves this series and I love her for loving it. 🥰

“The Lake Between Us” My sleepy, dreamy series with Ezra. He has an airboat, he has a house across of the OFC’s on a lake. He cooks gumbo in a tank top. This series was inspired by Ezra cooking (I dunno why) and turned into an eight part series on two people growing closer. There’s two interludes (I’m scrapping the third one - thanks to @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for beta reading filth. This is the one time it doesn’t fit lol)

“Only Pieces of You Mr. Morales” My angsty sensual (also has a lot of sex because it’s Frankie) short series I created on a whim last week. I finally was able to write for Frankie this year outside of prompts. 👀 I describe different parts of Frankie’s body each Friday. I put out (pfft) two drabbles on Fridays. It’s a friends to friends to benefits to them figuring it all out. Maybe because I put Frankie through the wringer to much is why when I put Frankie drabbles in @i-own-loki ‘s box, she thinks I’m harming the man. 😭 I love Frankie I swear!

“Our Journey Across the Star Ocean” My fluffy Din series where you and Din (especially) are super awkward, very sweet and idiots. Three tropes I love. I have two parts and I’m working on a third. I’m not sure how long this one will be. On the shorter side for sure. Fluff for @grogusmum and @604to647

“Come away with me Angel” This is my Benny series I finally tossed out into the world. There’s only one part but I am working on part two. Friends to lovers and one house I guess as far as tropes go. I see to have a thing with cooking because so far in chapter two Benny is cooking shirtless. @rhoorl and @musings-of-a-rose we’ll need to discuss this.

“Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff” This is @maggiemayhemnj ‘s brain child. She told me I made up a genre of post apocalyptic fluff so we’re going to have more. The stuff refers to darker topics because it is an apocalypse, but 80% fluff. I’ll have emoji indicators.

Unposted Planned Series:

“A Safe Place for Us” is what happens when I think on an obsessive baby daddy Dieter I wrote for a spring prompt because what else goes with a brick house am I right?! No? Well, it’s what we’re getting. Eventually. After Weddings 101. They’re not connected, different OFC and I have all sorts of silly titles.

“Therapy for the Well Adjusted” If there’s someone who is going to be put through the wringer, it’s Marcus Pike. He has an incident at work where he needs to take some time off. Because he’s Pike, he seeks out a therapist. After a miss or two, he vibes with Dr. Mint. The OFC has a longer road to therapy met with therapists whose vibes are way off and also no one needs to touch your Cakatoo. Ever. Not a euphemism an actual bird. Eventually, the OFC finds Dr. Julip. Both doctors share a practice. Nerdie style hijinks ensue. Inspired by a Marcus mini-series I made in my Spring Prompts and my own experiences with therapy.

“So Fairy not Jedi?” Din and Grogu meet a fairy warrior. Possibly might be a soulmate AU too? Din’s having all the AUs Working title just vibes. Expect it to be weird, wild and hopefully wonderful.

“It’s not all bad right cariño?” Javier Peña, the elusive, owner of aviators and the amplifier behind them. I had thoughts about him being in an AU in Loredo post Narcos as a sheriff and his interactions with a lawyer from the DA’s office Thalia. Since I haven’t given Javier much other than major angst, pickles, guava and a lot of fingers (the former DEA agent knows what I mean), I can give him a little bit of silly and something sweet. Also just vibes, but I have bullet points. Dancing and yellow jasmine.

“Ezra as a sex worker” Bullet points. Sometimes you just have him hold you, sometimes he talks the entire time but it’s fine because he sounds like sipping warm bourbon while sitting on an over stuffed chair with your feet propped up and it’s massaging all your limbs. Ezra does wonder why you don’t actually come here for sex but he’s getting paid for his time so he can keep that to himself. Until he’s in one of his rambles and asks. A cascade of events occur and he’s living in your house later. Still cooking because I always want Ezra to cook. Pfft.

Feel free to send me an ask or drop a comment about any of these. I think about them all way too much. 🤣🤣

As I was asked by @for-a-longlongtime earlier this week when talking her ear off about something, “How many words do you even write per week?!” 🙃🙃 I have no idea. It’s a lot. Maybe 2-3k but given what I post per week that feels low. It’s a compulsion at this point.

We’re at the end, thanks for reading this far! 💜💜💜

NPT: @undercoverpena-fics @megamindsecretlair @saturn-rings-writes @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @schnarfer @wannab-urs @connectioneverywhere @inept-the-magnificent @covetyou @gemmahale @goodwithcheese @lady-bess @morallyinept @trulybetty @alltheglitterandtheroar @alltheotps @slippinninque @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @laurfilijames @yorksgirl @julesonrecord @djarinmuse @paulmescal-s @tinytinymenace @pedroshotwifey

#wip #wip wednesday #wip thursday #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #so many thoughts #so many wips #din djarin #joel miller #pedro pascal #frankie morales #dieter bravo #javier pena fanfiction #ezra prospect #marcus pike

[d4rkhold]

times have(n't) changed

Link to the second/final chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/d4rkhold/706693383516749824

OVERVIEW: Larissa has something she'd like to ask Morticia after all those years since they went to Nevermore together.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

“Do you care to truthfully explain why I’m here?” She studied her nails which were black and glossy, just like her long hair that cascaded down to her lower back. 

Larissa had her hands clasped together on the surface of her empty desk, which was usually cluttered with paperwork and letters. Her former roommate sat on the other side, wearing a dress that was dark as night with a plunging neckline that was almost a little bit improper to show off when visiting a school. 

“Were you always this inquisitive, Addams?” Larissa raised an eyebrow. “I don’t recall that you were.” She leered at the woman who sat across from her. Her large brown oak desk separated the two of them like a barricade between two worlds — a trifling contrast between the light and the dark, each respective one in a contest against the other to see who could fill the room up with their presence first. 

Morticia neatly placed both of her hands on top of her knees and allowed a subtle smirk to form on her lips. “Times have changed, darling.” Larissa pursed her lips in response. 

“Now do tell. I don’t have all day.” Morticia suddenly spoke sternly. “Sending us a letter saying that Wednesday was failing some of her classes was almost laughable. My daughter is an excellent student; she doesn’t fail.” 

“Fine.” The blonde woman straightened her back and kept her gaze firm on the woman sitting opposite her. “Do you remember the week during the Rave’n when we went to school together?”

“Larissa, I don’t have time for taking trips down memory lane. You are ridiculous.” The raven-haired woman stood up abruptly, chest slightly heaving as a result of her annoyance towards the other woman’s blatant attempt at reminiscing.

She wondered where Larissa was going with this. Could it be? Did she know the truth about what happened that night? What if she knew it was actually her who had killed Garett Gates and not Gomez? If she knew the truth, who knew what sort of blackmail she could have against her? The Addams family already had many eyebrows raised at them for their “unusual” and “weird” behaviours, but having a scandal that was buried almost 30 years ago, come back to haunt them would be troubling to have in the present. 

When Morticia did not speak, the blonde carried on. “I always wondered if you would have said yes to me if I wasn’t so slow and meek that week.” 

Morticia tilted her head in confusion and opened her mouth to question the other woman, but Larissa had simply held up a finger, gesturing to the woman not to speak just yet. 

“What I mean is,” She cleared her throat. “If I had asked you before Gomez did….” Larissa trailed off, hoping that Morticia now understood what she was referring to. 

Morticia stood there in silence for what felt like an eternity. The only noise that could be heard in the principal’s office was the crackling of the fireplace and the gentle gusts of wind that tapped against the window occasionally. 

The lack of speech, of reprimanding — of anything, in that very moment, made Larissa suddenly regret being so vulnerable to the other woman. At present, she wished she could just dissolve into sweat and blood to seep through the cracks of the floor where she wouldn’t have to wait for a response from her former roommate. 

No one spoke — not even the principal, who was suffering in the silence. She feared she had reached her limit of allowing such words to come out of her mouth. Such a price to pay for my own insolence, Larissa thought to herself. 

Morticia slowly rounded to the side where the blonde was sitting. Larissa’s eyes tracked her every movement as the woman gracefully moved towards her. She had lost count of how long the silence had infected the air in the vast office of hers they were in. It was almost starting to choke her. 

She stood in front of the blonde and allowed her right hand to rest outstretched on the oak desk. The proximity between the two women was not inappropriate, but it was close enough for Larissa to have the air in her chest temporarily freeze. Morticia stood there, looming over Nevermore’s principal with a curious look in her eyes. 

Dark brown irises bore into blue; there was a moment of almost ‘unfamiliarity’ that lingered while the two women looked at each other as if they were trying to search for a door that led to the past where they would both find familiar ground.

From Larissa’s angle, she noted how the luminescent licks of flames from the fireplace outlined the gentle curves of the woman standing in front of her. The floodgates in her mind had failed,  and improper thoughts of her and Morticia swam to the surface; it was as if she were a teenager again, unavailingly longing for the dark-haired woman. 

Larissa sat unmoving while her fingers twitched on the armrests of the chair. A thought spurred into her mind: her pulling the other woman into her lap. She resisted the urge to act on such an intrusive thought. How appropriate of you, Weems, she scolded herself in thought. 

However, Morticia could read the woman below her like an open book — she was always able to — even back in the day. She had known if Larissa was lying or hiding a secret; they co-existed together for many years, and it was hard not to know each other almost inside and out. Or alternatively, it could’ve just been that Larissa was never any good at concealing her emotions. 

Morticia brought a hand to Larissa’s face, gently raking her long nails against her soft skin. She could tell that the woman below was trying so hard to appear strong and unmoved by the gesture, but sometimes, even the strongest soldiers were defeated. 

The ‘strongest’ does not always mean that something can’t be broken. It just takes relatively more time and effort to tear down — and Morticia prided herself in being good at doing that. 

“My dear, Larissa.” Morticia’s voice almost dropped to a low whisper. “Is this what you’ve been longing for?” Larissa’s eyes widened in shock at her words.

Morticia threw her head back and brutally laughed. “I mean, for closure, that is.” 

Larissa parted her lips as if she was about to respond but suddenly felt something rest on her bottom lip. Her chest started to heave at twice the pace it was before. 

Morticia’s thumb had snaked its way onto the blonde’s mouth, her pale digit basking on red lipstick. The two women had not broken eye contact; it was almost as if they were competing to see who would surrender first. 

When they went to school together, Larissa felt she was always in Morticia’s shadow. She felt as if she was constantly competing against the other woman, but no matter her efforts, she would always end up in second place. 

Larissa gazed darkly at the woman above her, parting her lips more to allow Morticia’s digit greater entrance into her mouth. 

It seems that times don’t really change after all. 

#wednesday #morticia addams #larissa weems #wednesday 2022 #morticia x larissa #morticia addams x larissa weems #morissa #wednesday netflix #catherine zeta-jones #gwendoline christie #larissa x morticia

[blueeyedgrlwrites]

WIP Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Yeah, it's late but it's still Wednesday here so it counts.

Tagged by the always lovely @getmehighonmagic @bigassbowlingballhead @captainjunglegym @wordsofhoneydew @gayrootvegetable @eusuntgratie @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @littlemisskittentoes and @onthewaytosomewhere. Also taking the open tags from @sparklepocalypse and @kiwiana-writes

From chapter 1 of my new WIP, "Lay Me Down, Give Me Something to Feel" under the cut:

Henry stares at the screen in front of him, eyes scanning the intake form he's just completed for the fourth or fifth time. The form is merely a follow up to the phone interview he'd completed earlier in the day, a way to give his match an overview of his wants and needs. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his broad chest. He's been sitting here for so long and hasn't hit send yet. He could still back out, shut this idea down, take no risk, and continue to be locked into the Henry the world wants him to be. Henry can count on one hand the number of times he's been able to make his own choice. It's the downside of being born into a title, an entire lifetime already planned for you. Henry had chosen his best friend and to study writing and literature at Oxford. It's an exhausting existence, and Henry is beyond tired. Beyond tired of the rare and random hookups and the NDAs that come along with them, beyond tired of not just an entire country, but the entire world of people knowing only what the palace wants them to know. And as much as Henry loves Pez and appreciates Shaan, he wants a confidant that isn't so familiar with his life story. Henry knows that he will never be allowed to pursue a romantic relationship with another man, but he wants to know how it feels to be with the same person for longer than one night, to be desired by someone that takes the time to get to know Henry the man and not Henry the Prince. He'd already taken the first step by calling the agency. He'd been assured of not only the agency's discretion, but his eventual companion's discretion as well. Henry sits forward and closes the intake form, attaching it to the encrypted reply back to the agency. Henry closes his eyes and inhales a steady breath. He deserves to be happy, even if only temporarily. He takes another breath. He deserves to live authentically, even if only for awhile. He takes a final breath and opens his eyes. He deserves to have this one thing for himself. He hits send.

Okay, phew.

Since I'm sure everyone I'd tag has already posted a WIP Wednesday, I'll leave the tags open to anyone who wants to share words, along with my pals that I think will be interested in this: @anincompletelist @inexplicablymine @affectionatelyrs @heybuddy-drabbles @happiness-of-the-pursuit @firenati0n @lostcol @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @read-and-write- @cha-melodius (but also tag, you're it if you have words and haven't posted yet).

#wip wednesday #fic: lay me down give me something to feel #fic: lmdgmstf #rwrb #firstprince #first prince #red white & royal blue #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #alex x henry #firstprince fanfic #first prince fanfic #otp: on our own terms

[ratsbypaulzindel]

HI. BIG OVERVIEW OC POST THING. IT'S RAINFOREST FLOODS.

have you ever thought to yourself "hey wouldnt it be cool if there was an oc story made by two guys and it was about a haunted waterpark slash arcade in a fake town in a real state". you probably haven't. but if you have youre in luck! more under the cut ok.

rainforest floods is a terrible no good ocverse made by me and my good friend crawford @dykeseesgod. everyone in it sucks and is horrible except maybe one or two side characters. it's set in the podunk middle of nowhere town of timberline, new mexico, and more specifically a waterpark/arcade called rainforest floods (title drop).

also the waterpark SUUUCKS like its budget is nothing they are in debt. the managers havent paid taxes in 15 years. anyway these are the employees. theyre bad

and these are the co-managers. theyre even worse (and also toxic old man yaoi. these refs were drawn by the aforementioned crawford)

anyway yeah. they get up to wacky hijinks in what will ideally be a tv show coming out in one million years. they're also horrible and tragic. most of it is bruce's fault. some of its not though!

ok also here's some other side characters.

^ running gag that nobody knows her name except kelsey who has a huge crush on her.

^ unnamed girl's younger brother who is constantly faced with horrors and torment at the hands of the rainforest floods employees. dont get me wrong hes annoying as fuck but he didnt deserve to run on that hamster wheel. (ref also drawn by ford)

^ jeff's girlfriend. also the coolest person in timberline new mexico. worlds most unimportant minor character but she is wonderful and loved by the producers (me and cosmo)

FUNNY OUT OF CONTEXT THINGS THAT SHOULD MAKE YOU MORE INVESTED IN THIS OCVERSE

rainforest floods stupidity logic is a thing me and robbie came up with to explain why all the characters are idiots who dont find things out that are important to the plot too soon.

there's a chain gimmick restaurant that andy's whole family runs except him. its like italian food but its like also magicians. their tagline is "so good its practically magic". andy hates it.

kyle has a curse on him so that nobody remembers or recognizes him outside of like. his family. so the rff employees arent even targeting him for their shenanigans on purpose theyre all just weird freaks.

kelsey gives unnamed girl the company landline as her phone number because shes stupid and a ghost and doesnt have a phone.

the employees all get together on wednesdays in the breakroom and compare evidence on whether or not andy and bruce are together romantically. its the one thing that truly bonds them all together.

vincent: is a watchmojo fan, had his first kiss as beethoven in his 12th grade production of dog sees god confessions of a teenage blockhead (2004), gets really christian in some episode subplot, is not a swiftie but he is a gaylor, wishes he was jonathan sims sooooo bad, types like a toddler who was just given a keyboard.

vincent also ruined rainforest floods' lobby playlist

also there's a brand account that we run and post on whenever we feel like it. its more of a sounding board for ideas we may explore more in the future. its fun but it may be a bit difficult to get the full idea with the execution so :-( sorry you wont fully understand our wonderful and hilarious visions

annnd i think that's it. yay worlds silliest yet most tragic oc story. ok bye ^_^

#vel.txt #oc stuff #rainforest floods

[summercourtship]

stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter four: thirteen floors [part II]

masterpost | ao3 link

jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual content | word count: 5443 words

DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.

chapter one | previous part

Psychology of Fear, two days later with no acknowledgement from Dr. Crane. Another rainy Wednesday in Gotham, snow still cluttering up the city’s curbs and draining into the gutter, dripping off of buildings in wet chunks. You were waiting for students to start arriving to class, scrolling on your phone when you came across a video in your recommended feed. A think piece video essay, it seemed, but it wasn’t the genre that made you stop scrolling, fingers shaking as you lingered over the video.

It was the thumbnail, the Riddler against a sharp contrasting background with the word HERO? scrawled across the image. The title of the video was, a bit obnoxiously, GOTHAM’S RECKONING: A RIDDLER RETROSPECTIVE.

And you knew, being a media literate college student, that this was just clickbait designed to rile you up, to get an emotional response of some kind. That the video itself was probably just an overview of his crimes, brief background on his life (not that much had been released to the public and he had been very good at scrubbing his internet presence prior to his crime spree), and maybe a few comments on what his crimes meant in the greater scheme of Gotham, what is meant for Gotham’s future. Lukewarm takes, most likely. Nothing you hadn’t heard before.

But still your stomach churned at the callousness of it. People died. Not even just corrupt public officials but people who hadn’t gotten out of the way in time that day in City Hall, or people who weren’t lucky enough to be saved by Batman’s intervention in Gotham Square Garden.

You clicked on the channel that posted the video, scrolling to their about section. And there, next to the location was Great Britain. Scoffing, you went back to their videos. They weren’t even from the city that the Riddler’s crimes affected, let alone the same country. It was easy to say that he did something good when you were an ocean away and not in the same room as his lackeys.

You were sorely tempted to click on the video and write a comment about how you really felt. But instead you simply hit the ‘Please Don’t Show Me This’ button. Someone else will comment what you had wanted to say anyway (and plenty of others will comment that “he had a point” or “he was doing good work” or something silly like that, and you really didn’t need to see that).

Changing apps entirely, you opened your news app. You didn’t much care for world news at the moment, only staying updated with Gotham news was hard enough on your mental health. At least it directly affected you, even if you did check it constantly to self sabotage.

Who or What is the Scarecrow?

Not necessarily news, you think to yourself, but you’re intrigued and click on the article anyway. You’d put off learning about the newest criminal on Gotham’s streets since you’d heard about him on the news.

But the article said little more than what you’d heard on the news, the implication being that unlike the Riddler, the Scarecrow wasn’t a public facing criminal. His crimes were not to be broadcast, the news only even knew about him from CCTV footage and word-of-mouth (you assumed that those reports were from the thugs who hired themselves out to the bigger criminals.)

The door slammed shut, forcing you to look up from your phone. The freshman girl who was always first in class had arrived, her dark red hair tucked under a beanie, her face in a grimace at the unexpectedly large sound her entrance had made.

“Sorry.” She muttered, tucking her hair behind her ear only for it to fall in her face again two seconds later. You watched her, unable to stop the sudden and inexplicable fear of her becoming your replacement. You could see it clearly. In a year, Dr. Crane would ask her to be his TA and she’d obviously agree with no hesitation. She’d be the best TA ever and he would never mention you again, not even in passing. He’d take her to the same sponsorship gala and they’d have amazing sex in the bathroom and then they’d get married-

You took a deep breath, correctly telling yourself that you were overreacting and working yourself up about nothing. He has shown no interest in the girl, not like he’s shown you. He’s just in a weird spot now.

Once again, when Dr. Crane entered the classroom, he didn’t look at you.

Once again, he left immediately after he finished his lecture, leaving you to answer student’s questions (thankfully not as many as last time, which had really been a fluke because most students never stayed after to ask questions. Typically, they emailed you before approaching Dr. Crane).

When you’d answered the final question, this one about the next writing assignment (due the day before spring break in two weeks, which seemed too soon), you grabbed your bag

“Hey, are you okay?”

It was the freshman girl. Your fictional replacement.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” You tried to make your voice sound reassuring but it wasn’t, instead coming out like you were perturbed that she even approached you.

“You just seem distracted! I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay…” You tried to remember her name but it was escaping you so you just trailed off, staring into an empty space over her shoulder. “I’m good.”

“Alright… take it easy!” Even though she initiated the conversation, she now seemed perfectly content to leave it.

You watched after her as she left, only moving to leave yourself once she’d been out of the classroom for a few minutes.

Weird.

The next morning, you vomited up your breakfast cereal, your stomach in knots as your phone continued in its stubborn silence.

You were walking to leave the building you were currently in to head to Dr. Crane’s office hours- because that was a part of your job that you had agreed upon and you would still do your job to the best of your abilities even if he was ignoring you- when your phone chimed in your hand, a text appeared on your phone. From Dr. Crane himself, the man who had been avoiding you all week.

You blinked, unsure you were seeing his name correctly. But no, it was him.

No need to come to office hours this week.

And before you even finished reading the text, you were pissed.

First he was going to feel you up in the hallway of a formal, black-tie event and then he was going to ignore you for the week after? And the first time he reaches out to you, in any capacity, for the first time in days is to tell you not to see him?

Yeah, no. Ain’t gonna happen.

You were done with feeling lost and confused by him ignoring you.

With renewed purpose, you shoved your phone in your bag and made a beeline across campus to the building his office was in.

You stormed into the building, almost running in your haste to get to his office. You wondered if he could feel you coming, if your anger was so palpable that he could sense it from two floors away.

If he didn’t feel you coming, he sure knew you were here when you entered his office like a storm, not even knocking as you threw Dr. Crane’s door open. It banged against the opposite wall and he slowly looked up at you. Not surprised at all but like he had been expecting you to do this, which just pissed you off even more. How dare he act like he knew you.

“Are you angry with me?” The door had barely shut behind you when you spit the words out, crossing the small office in four steps to stand in front of him, only separated by his desk.

“No.”

“Then why the cold shoulder all week?” You put your hands on the edge of his desk, leaning towards him. “And telling me there’s no need for me to come to office hours today?”

He didn’t respond, leaning back in his chair watching you with narrowed eyes.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” He started. “I’ve been busy.”

“Are you kidding me?! Too busy to respond to a text letting me know that you’re alive? Too busy to say, hey, glad to hear you’re okay after that awful thing happened to you at the event I dragged you to!” You interrupted, leaning over the desk to make up for the space he just gave you, too fired up to be brought back down by his soft intonation or hypnotizing eyes. “Besides that, I’m here to help you when you’re busy, to assist you. It’s my job! I can’t do that if you push me away like a stubborn teenager!”

He cocked his head to the side, rapidly blinking for a second, a miniscule movement in his jaw clueing you in on his actual emotional state. Were you annoying him? Frustrating him? Angering him?

Good.

“Fucking hell, Jonathan.” You pushed yourself backwards away from the desk, running a hand through your hair, a small laugh escaping you at the sheer insanity of the moment, of the amount of unrecognized emotions in your body. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this angry with one person before and you barely registered that you had called him by his first name- that in some way, he was no longer just Dr. Crane to you. Your relationship, whether he liked it or not, had advanced past that point. “I can’t do this. I… I quit- I don’t actually know if I can quit, but I am. I’m sorry that the gala was kind of a nightmare-” He moved from around the desk, coming towards you but you were on a roll and couldn’t be stopped, no matter what he was about to say to try and bring you back down, you were going to make him listen to you, “-but that’s not my fault. I can’t control when people try to rob places and I can’t control if I happen to be the unlucky lady to be taken hostage. If you are angry because I didn’t let you fuck me in a hallway, then you need to grow up and realize that-”

And then.

Well.

And then, he was kissing you.

Which was, in that moment, probably the most effective way to shut you up. ,

You tensed up against him, placing your hands on his chest to push him away, not ready to be finished with being angry at him. But he just grabbed your wrists from his chest, prying them off of him with ease and holding them above your head with one hand. With his other hand, he held the back of your neck, bringing you further into him.

And you, finally, melted into him. Let him push you backwards until your back hit the wall, returning the kiss with equal ferocity. He let go of your wrists and instead of keeping them above your head they immediately tangled themselves in his dark hair, threading strands through your fingers like it was a new texture you’d never felt before.

“I don’t want to forgive you yet.” You whispered into the space between you, examining his face- flushed, lips wet, eyes dilated- as you tried to catch your breath.

“Then don’t.” He growled, nipping at your bottom lip before connecting you again, devouring you like a man starved.

His knee parted your legs, shifting your body to further accommodate his. But he didn’t press it upwards or push you onto him, simply adjusting how you were standing so he could press closer like he was trying to meld your bodies together.

Time was in a stasis, like the world had stopped to watch you crash into one another after circling closer but not daring to touch for months.

The two of you parted once again, breathing heavily against one another’s mouth. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet and gravelly. If he had asked you to do anything at that moment, you were certain you would have agreed.

His thumb swiped under your jaw, stroking your skin as you continued to pant like you’d run across campus.

“Why don’t you come over to my place later, I can make dinner. It can be a… Valentine’s Day thing.”

Oh right. It was almost Valentine’s Day, wasn’t it? It had completely slipped your mind in between the mixed signals from Dr. Crane, being saved by Batman (again), and your normal college schedule underneath all of that mess. You hadn't really had time for mundane holidays you couldn’t even celebrate as a single person.

“Okay. Yeah, that sounds good.” You breathed against him, not wanting to leave this proximity with him. Not even when you fully register that he had essentially asked you over to his place for a date, something that would usually send you into heart palpitations with antsy feet. “What’re you thinking… like spaghetti or….” You blinked at him, forgetting all other foods that existed, “...Chicken…”

“Stop talking.”

Then kiss me again, you bit your lip, slowly moving your eyes down his face to his own lips. He followed the movement of your gaze with his own, licking his lips once you returned to his eyes.

But he didn’t kiss you again, only remaining with you for a few more moments before he stepped away from you.

“I have work to do, but you’re free to stay.”

So you stayed.

Just how much effort, you thought to yourself as you stared at the entirety of your closet strewn about your bedroom, were you supposed to put into an occasion like this?

It was not explicitly a date, but it was also brought up after a heated first kiss, and it’s also dinner for Valentine’s Day. Which he was making in his apartment.

Should you wear jeans and a nice shirt? A dress?

Oh god. Should you put on lingerie, just in case? You’re not sure if you even have anything that could be considered close to lingerie.

Eventually, you settled on a casual dress with a floral pattern. It’s nice but there is no implication that you expect something special from the night. Just a nice dress that you would wear on any excursion outside of your apartment. You think you remembered wearing it to the Gotham Botanical Gardens two years ago with your friends for a picnic.

You’d told Dr. Crane that you could find your own way to his apartment, wanting to give yourself as much time away from him before you were surrounded by his personal belongings and literally in his private space. His address was burning a hole in your pocket, hidden on your phone in your conversation with him.

You’d ordered a taxi- feeling brave tonight, are you?, a voice had whispered in your head but you shook it off. Plenty of people used taxis in the city and survived. You’d be fine.

You smoothed the dress over your body, examining your reflection before sighing and deciding it was good enough. Dr. Crane saw what you looked like on one of your worst days ever and still asked you to be his TA, you didn’t need to trick him into liking you. With a final spritz of perfume behind your ear, you grabbed your purse and slipped on your shoes.

Your phone pinged with an alert informing you that the taxi was waiting outside your building.

You didn’t speak to the taxi driver, instead keeping your gaze fixed outside of the window and your finger hovering over the call button on Dr. Crane’s contact information. Just in case.

When you had decided that you would call Dr. Crane before calling the police in an emergency, you weren’t sure.

But you didn’t need it, because the driver wordlessly pulled up to the building Dr. Crane had sent and let you out of his car, no words exchanged between you but a brief greeting and thanks. You weren’t sure how you were going to get back home (part of your mind figured that if the night went well, you wouldn’t have to think about it until at least tomorrow morning. Wouldn’t that be nice? But you weren’t sure if you were ready to go that far with Dr. Crane yet. Sure, you’d thought about it a lot but when faced with the actual reality of it happening you were reluctant to let it just... happen.)

Turning around to face his building, you found yourself craning your head backwards to look up at it, a newer apartment building with windows covering every inch of its surface, reflecting the setting sun back at itself.

Oh boy.

This was much different than what you’d been expecting. You’d even looked it up when he’d first sent the address but apparently that did nothing to prepare you for how nice his building looked, for how insecure you were when picturing him seeing the building you lived in for the first time. The floors probably don’t creak, the elevator probably works (seeing how tall it was, you hoped it did), and the residents probably wouldn't steal each other’s mail if it was left out for more than two hours.

The hallways probably don’t even smell like old cheese either.

Hand shaking, you pressed the call box for his apartment. You told yourself that it was shaking because of the cold, not nerves. But who were you kidding?

“Hey, it’s me. I’m here.” A bit obvious, but what else were you supposed to say? Your apartment building didn’t even have a key to get into the building and half the time the door was propped wide open. You weren’t used to the luxury of call-boxes.

“Come up.”

Sure enough, when the door buzzed open and you stepped through them, you were in a decidedly nice lobby. Not overly fancy like some luxury hotel but it was clear that some money had been spent on maintaining the building’s common areas.

Hitting the button for the 13th floor- not without briefly hesitating when you remembered that many buildings don’t have 13th floors, at least not labeled as such, something about bad luck- your stomach swooped again when the elevator began to ascend at a decent speed.

You only knocked once on the door before Dr. Crane opened it, leaning against the doorway as you stood, fidgeting and trying not to play with the hem of your dress.

“Welcome.”

He stepped back, allowing you to pass by him into the apartment.

Into the belly of the beast, as it were.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m almost done.”

Dr. Crane’s apartment was… nice. Much nicer than anything you’d even looked at in your search for an apartment.

You moved through the main room, examining the living area which separated from the kitchen area with a half wall. Large windows overlooked the city, lights shimmering against buildings, giving it that metallic glow. The moon was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, rain dripping out like they were wrung out washcloths. It was easy, when you looked at Gotham from so far above, to forget that on the ground was a cesspool of crime and corruption. Up here, it looked like any other city, with high rises and a river glittering in the distance.

You didn’t need to think about the people who wanted to flood the streets with said glittering river. You could just… enjoy being in Dr. Crane’s personal world, basking in the warm scent that you could only define as his.

You turned away from the window, pulling the cardigan you’d thrown on tighter around yourself. Dr. Crane (or had you decided to start thinking of him as Jonathan now?) stood with his back to you in his kitchen, the open floor plan of his apartment allowing you to watch him from a distance. Watching as his back muscles flexed under his shirt, the fabric shifting with every movement as he chopped something up and slid it into the pot bubbling on the stove. Watching his arms- his sleeves rolled to the sleeve and you had to wonder if he knew what he looked like when he did that, what it did to you- as he gripped the knife, wiping it on a dish towel.

He turned around, catching you staring. But you didn’t look away, content for him to know that you were watching him. Your conversation so far had been light, with his need to tend to the food cooking keeping you from really talking.

He smiled before turning back to the food.

It looked like he was almost done with cooking. It’s just pasta, it can’t be that complicated. A few more minutes passed before he turned back to you.

“Dinner-” He smiled, tense like he was well aware he was being stereotypical and couldn’t decide if he enjoyed or loathed it, “is served.”

You crossed to the table, where he was placing two plates with a generous serving of pasta and full wine glasses, the red so deep it almost looked black.

He gestured for you to sit down, waiting until you did to sit down himself.

If you were bolder, you would get up and circle around the table, place your hand on his shoulder, situate yourself in his lap and slowly lean forward- You cleared your throat, taking a generous sip of the wine he had poured. It was almost bitter on your tongue, the taste unfamiliar to the wines you’d had before in your life.

“That’s your only drink tonight.” He said, watching your hand fiddling with the stem of the wine glass.

“Fine by me.” Though secondary to the other pains in your body after the gala, your hangover from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed that night hadn’t been an experience you would like to relive anytime soon. His insistence that you only drink one glass of wine was reassurance that he wasn’t the kind of man to try something with you when you weren’t in control of your senses.

Maybe he hadn’t realized just how drunk you were at the gala, maybe he thought you were just slightly tipsy and bubbly rather than truly inebriated. (Maybe you were just kidding yourself.)

You looked down from your wine to the plate of pasta, debating asking him if he was going to explain why he’d ignored you for a week.

But you didn’t, instead choosing to ask him if he’d read any good books lately. And the conversation continued with lame small talk being set as the topic, one of which you both seemed bored of as soon as it had begun. He asked you how you enjoyed the pasta- good, it’s good- and how your classes were going.

Neither of you brought up the gala or his behavior for the past week.

You almost wanted to believe that you’d made the entire thing up.

Finally, after a brief silence where you both seemed content to just eat, you broke your silence.

“Can I ask you what was going on this past week?”

He put his fork down and it took everything in you not to flinch. It wasn’t a threatening move at all, but you were on edge.

“Would you believe me if I said I was embarrassed?”

“Why?”

“I invited you to the damn thing and then you were taken hostage.” He shrugged. “I put the blame on myself.”

You nodded in understanding, but a part of you didn’t believe him. Embarrassed? You couldn’t imagine the man in front of you embarrassed. You didn’t think he had that emotion in his body. If something humiliating happened to him, you imagined he’d just laugh or become angry. Not wallow in self pity.

But you had no way to express this.

“It’s not your fault.”

It was the only thing you could say. Because it wasn’t his fault, that was a fact, even if in your anger you had said as much. Just because he had invited you to the event didn’t mean he was responsible for every little thing that happened at it. It wasn’t like he hired the men to rob the place and take you hostage.

You made a move to reach across the table, but at the last minute decided against it. Let him make the first move, let him do it so you don’t embarrass yourself by misreading signs.

After that, the small talk returned. You, eating your pretty decent pasta, did your best to ask questions that would elicit some response from him so you could get to know him better.

And then, towards the end of your meal, he threw you a curveball.

“Would you ever be interested in visiting Arkham?”

You paused in the middle of bringing your fork to your mouth, noodles sliding off the cutlery and plopping back onto the pile with a pathetic plick.

Oh no, he’s planning on admitting me.

“...The asylum?” As if there was any other Arkham.

“Technically it’s a mental hospital.”

“And you want me to visit it?”

“I’d like to show you around.”

“Around the asylum?”

He sighed, exasperation flitting across his face. Immediately you were ridden with guilt for how obtuse you were being but the suggestion had come straight out of left field. He just wants to show you his other work, that makes sense, right?

You don’t think you’ve ever questioned yourself this much since you’ve started hanging around him.

“I just… don’t know about it, that’s all.” You took another sip of your wine, wincing when you saw how little was left in your glass. “Are you even allowed to bring visitors? It’s a hospital. With criminals.”

“As long as you know the right person, have the right clearances… Yes, you can visit.” The unspoken implication being, of course, that Jonathan was the right person to know, the person to obtain the right clearances for you. “You would be completely safe with me.”

“I guess…” You allowed yourself to picture being one of the few non-staff who wasn’t a patient allowed inside the hospital’s walls. The history the building held in its walls, the secrets it would be able to tell if it could, the piles upon piles of records probably gathering dust… “I guess it would be a cool opportunity, right?”

Everything he offered you seemed to be a good opportunity. A unique opportunity. A cool one.

“I could take you down tomorrow-”

“We live on opposite sides of the city. I don’t want you to have to drive me back to my place only to pick me up again and then take me all the way to Arkham Island.” You rolled your eyes, finally popping your fork in your mouth. You waited until you finished chewing to speak again. “Another day would be best.”

Also, you had classes tomorrow but that wasn’t really important, not in the grand scheme of the universe (which, right now, entirely revolved around Dr. Jonathan Crane. Everything else was secondary, an afterthought.)

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to fight you on this point but then decided against it, nodding towards you.

“Alright. I’ll take you down another day.”

“Alright.” You repeated, smiling. “I look forward to it.”

It was partially a lie, but you also didn’t want to give up any opportunity to spend more time with him.

With a deep swig, you finished your glass of wine, grimacing as the last remnants of the surprisingly bitter liquid slipped down your throat.

“Is it okay?”

“Yeah, I’m probably just not used to this kind of wine.” You laughed. “I don’t know if you know this, but college kids have really bad taste in alcohol.”

“I was a college student once, you know.”

You laughed at the mental image of him as an undergrad, before you remembered something from a few days ago, from right before the gala.

“Wait. I thought you said you didn’t drink.”

“No, I said that I don’t need to drink to have fun.” With that, he took a slow sip from his- still mostly full- drink. You hummed, taking a final bite of pasta.

As Jonathan- there was still a novel giddiness in calling him that, even if it was just in your mind- cleaned up after dinner (which you had offered to help with but he was resolute in doing it on his own and you wouldn’t fight him on it), you moved back into his living space.

Now what? You’d done what you’d come here to do- eat food- and now that it’s done, what was the plan? You wrapped yourself with your cardigan again, situating yourself on the couch in the middle of the room. Or maybe more like awkwardly perching yourself on the edge, like a bird about to take off into flight.

Jonathan paused in the archway separating the living space and kitchen, observing you as you sat on his couch.

“Do you mind if I come to sit with you?”

“Of course not.”

You watched as he came closer and instead of sitting on one of the armchairs sat next to you on the couch. On the opposite site, but what did the distance of a few inches matter? You spared a glance his way out of the corner of your eye, catching him watching you.

God. It was awkward, right? How awkward does something have to be for it to completely turn the other person off of you forever?

“Um.”

Your heart was pounding in your ears, loud enough that you’re sure he could hear it.

“Look at me.”

He was so close to you.

“Are you afraid, right now?” His voice was quiet but you were so honed in that it was deafening in the silence of his apartment.

“Of you?”

“Of me.”

Yes.

"A little bit.” How could you admit to the force of nature in front of you that you were afraid of him?

And maybe it was your imagination but for a moment, you were convinced he smiled and said good.

You’re not sure when the two of you moved from staring into each other’s eyes into making out. It felt like you’d been laying on the couch with him perched above you for hours, drinking the other in like you’d been abandoned at sea for months. At some point he’d pulled your cardigan off of your body, throwing it over the armchair across the room, running his cold hands over your now bare arms.

His finger brushed your stiffened nipple but instead of the jolt of pleasure one would have expected to feel at such a movement, you were suddenly and inexplicably gripped by a wave of anxiety, butterflies swarming in your stomach. But as quickly as it had washed over you, it was gone, though a certain uneasiness lingered in your veins.

You pulled away from him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, I’m feeling…” Mentally, you scanned your body for the feeling, trying to locate exactly where it was originating but it was like a thrumming energy, moving around while somehow staying in the same places, lingering in your veins, something that was just… “off.”

You waited for his expression to fall, for disappointment or even anger to morph his face but it didn’t. He simply nodded, sliding off of you and allowing you to sit up fully. You adjusted your dress, covering yourself again as he watched. He handed you your water, which you took eagerly.

“Anxious?” His hand hadn’t left your thigh, rubbing calming circles on your skin, grounding you to the current moment.

“A little bit, yeah.” Always getting to the crux of the issue, he was.

“If you don’t want to do anything, I’m perfectly okay with that.”

“Really?” You shouldn’t be surprised that he wasn’t going to make you do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Of course.” He smiled. “What do you need?”

“I think I just want to go to sleep.” You paused, before looking at him again, afraid that you were being too vague and leading him on. “At my apartment. I don’t think I’m r-”

“Don’t worry about it. Let me take you back to your place.” He flashed you another smile and maybe it was your anxiety or the low lighting of his room but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

But instead of worrying about it, you leaned towards him and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Thank you.”

chapter five

#stbotdi #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #batman x reader #batman fanfiction #bruce wayne x reader #my writing #my fic

[depressionisreal1996]

The Traumatized Omega

Chapter 6

I'm back, sorry it took so long.

Bold and Underlined=POV Change

Underlined=Line Break

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Bold, Underlined, and Italics=Vision

Narrator's POV

      We now see an overview of the town Jericho. It looks like they are setting up for a festival. We zoom in on a van stopping in front of a building. We see Principle Weems, with two other people with her. They are Wednesday and Y/N, as they both have therapy session at the same time. Y/N was not happy with the arrangement of sharing her session with someone, no matter the person she is sharing it with is her mate. She doesn't want her mate to know about her baggage this early on.

Y/N's POV

      Why do I have to share my sessions with her, I thought in my head. Principal Weems knows I don't want anyone to know about my past, and she does this shit. I thought I could trust her, but apparently not. Maybe, with Wednesday there, Dr. Kinbott won't talk about me. That could be a fucking miracle. Wednesday turned around and looked at me, probably sensing my mood. She saw the scowl on my face and frowned. I sighed and looked away, and that is when Weems started to talk to Wednesday.

Wednesday's POV

      I could feel Y/N mood turning sour, so I turned around to look at her. I saw a scowl on her face, and I frowned as I didn't like that face on her. She should be smiling, I thought then shook that thought away. I saw that she sighed and looked away. I'm wondering why she is like this. This is when Weems started to talk to me.

      "Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor," she told me, "other Nevermore students swear by her."

      "You'll be here until we're done," I asked referring to both Y/N and I. I have decided to take Y/N with me. She is my mate, so she will come with as she is mine.

      "Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate," Weems said with a smile. I saw Y/N perk up at this. So she likes hot chocolate, I thought.

      "Principal Weems, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you," I told her, while getting out. Y/N did the same, still with a scowl on her face. I turned around to continue, "and chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade."

      "Given your history, I'm sure you're intent on running away," she told me with a smile, "I'm here to prevent that from happening."

      "I wish you luck," I said, shutting the door. I walked with Y/N towards the building to begin my session.

~Line Break~

      "I read the notes from your school counselor," Dr. Kinbott told me as we all walked up the stairs. Y/N was fidgeting, so Dr. Kinbott gave her something to mess with.

      "Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical," I responded flatly. Y/N looked at me, raising one of her eyebrows.

      "Go ahead and take a seat," Dr Kinbott told me, to which I did, "how did you feel about that?"

      "Vindicated," I replied, "but someone who crochets for a hobby isn't a worthy adversary."

      "Adversary," Dr. Kinbott said looking at me, "I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect, like Y/N and myself have."

      At this I looked at Y/N and she just kept fidgeting with her fingers and this spinner, that I heard is called a fidget spinner. She really looks uncomfortable, and I don't know why.

      "This is a safe space, Wednesday," Dr. Kinbott told me, probably in hopes I would cooperate with her, "a sanctuary where we can discuss anything. What you're thinking, feeling, your views on the world, personal philosophy."

      "That's easy. I think that this is a waste of time," I told, and I heard Y/N snort a little which caused me to stifle my smirk a little, "I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed."

     I caught Y/N looking at me with a slight frown and furrowed eyebrows. I really wish I could hear what goes through her head. Yes, then we'll know what's wrong with her and who has hurt her, my alpha spoke up. I'm unfortunately loosing my will to fight this mate bond. I am getting closer to accepting her. 

      "So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother," Dr. Kinbott said, and I saw Y/N tense up at the word bullies. This makes me think that she was bullied, and this does not sit well with me. Before I could continue my monologue, Dr. Kinbott continued, "your response is to dump piranha in the pool."

      At this Y/N looked at me with this look in her eyes, that I couldn't quit place the name of.

      "You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight," I replied to her, "unless it's concealed."

      "Point is, you assaulted a boy, and show no remorse for your actions," Dr. Kinbott told me, "that's why you're here. He lost a testicle."

      Out the corner of my eye, I could tell Y/N was trying to hold in her laughter. Probably so she wouldn't get in trouble.

      "I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn't procreate," I told her, which I saw my omega nod slightly in agreement, " I've answered all your questions."

      I told her, and got up to leave. I was getting quit tired of this session already.

      "We're not done yet. Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself," she told me, and I sat back down, "it can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions. It can also help you build a life that you want."

      She then looked at Y/N, who quickly sat up straight. I didn't like that she sat up quickly, like she is being forced to do so.

      "Like how, Y/N here, found out she wants a psychologist, though we are working on her stutter to help her out with that, or a jewelry maker, as she is fantastic with creating I mean look at her rings, she made them herself," Dr. Kinbott told me with what sounded like pride in her voice. I looked at the rings on my omega's hand, and they are like professionally done. Though I already know what I want to do.

      "I know the life that I want," I told her.

      "Tell me about it. Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential," she told me. I found this to be hypocritical as she just told me what my mate wants to do in her life, and I saw Y/N looking at Dr. Kinbott with a frown at what she said, "do your plans involve becoming an author? I understand you've written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte. Can you tell me about her?"

      "Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood," I told her, not liking how she brought my novels into this. 

      "Any luck getting your work published," Dr. Kinbott asked me.

      "Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms," I replied flatly, "one once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help. Ironic, isn't it?"

      "Hmm. How did you take that," she asked.

      "I sent her a "thank you," I replied, internally smirking at what I did to the woman who dared say that about my novels.

Narrator's POV

      A seen is showed Wednesday putting multiple mousetraps in a box. Then it showed a woman opening said box, sticking her hand in, which caused a mousetrap to set off on her hand and causing her to scream in pain.

Wednesday's POV

      "I've always been open to constructive criticism," I told her. Y/N looked at me, like she didn't believe what I just said.

      "I'm glad to hear that. Because I was sent the manuscripts as part of you psych evaluation (which pissed me off, like, just because someone wrote something with stuff that is morbid, doesn't mean they are psychotic or something). The relationship I found most intriguing was that of Viper and her mother, Dominica. Why don't we dig into that," she told me. I didn't want to get into this detail at all, and for the first time, I was very uncomfortable, which alerted Y/N as she sent me calming pheromones, "part of this journey requires us going to uncomfortable places emotionally."

      "I don't travel well," I told her, "would you mind if Y/N and I use the powder room first?"

      She nods her head and points me towards where it would be. Both Y/N and I went to the rooms. I have decided that Y/N needs to come with me, as I don't think I can live without her. I locked the door and looked around. I saw the window in the back and went to it, and accidently knocked something over.

      "Wednesday? Is everything okay," I heard Dr. Kinbott call out, "you can't hide for the rest of the session."

      "I'm all right," I replied, "just preparing myself for our uncomfortable journey. Nail file."

      After I said that, Thing gave me a nail file, and I heard Y/N gasped in surprise at Things entrance. I ignored her and worked on getting the window open, which finally I did and climbed out. Y/N followed me out and we both made our way to the ledge of the roof. We slid down the gutter. We walked around and saw Principal Weems talking on the phone, completely oblivious to our presence. We continued to walk, when I bumped into a man, which thew me into a vision.

      The farmer was on his phone while driving, when he looked up in fear. It changed to a bunch of apples falling onto the road. Then it showed the farmer with his neck broken.

      I finally came out of the vision with Y/N looking at me with a concerned look. I was about to tell her she didn't have anything to worry about when I was rudely interrupted by the farmer.

      "Who let you out? You goddamn weirdos," he said to both of us. 

Hey, I have a gaming channel that I would like to show you. Not a lot of videos, but working on it.

Link to channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0pSRLsmlpf2Mc6J0e82m1Q

Link to one of the videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnDEFVvUDx8&t=2s

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[fanficonly]

Wenclair -Detective AU Part 2/4

Yeah I had to continue this lil story I got inspired! Thanks again @henribellani here's part 2

Detective Addams had spent the better part of 14 hours delving into the world of the Sinclair Family with insatiable curiousity. She had followed leads out in the wild, researched online and even stalked the entire family during this time.

The Missing Women in question, the Mother, seemed to be more or less a lonely woman who gripped onto her children and nursed them into submission to appease her own wishes. Now if that wasn't a motive she didn't know what was, considering the idea of suffocating affection caused Wednesday's entire body to cringe.

Now as abhorrent as Wednesday found technology in her line of work it had become a necessary resource which she would use on occasion and this case in particular needed it.

The Sinclair's were not rich, not plastered across the media, little information in any ancestry books and no current overview of them at all. So she turned to social media where, fortunately for her, the so called innocent Enid Sinclair posted an amalgamation of dangerously detailed information on her entire life. "Ridiculously incompetent" the detective found herself muttering at the screen on multiple occasions.

Her Murder board had grew 3 sizes with connections to people, last known whereabouts and police reports plastered across the once plain whiteboard. She had papers haphazardly strewn about her desk and floor and honestly her brain began to hurt with the amount of information she had found.

Wednesday would occasionally find her eyes drifting to the photo of this Enid Sinclair character and would unwillingly smirk at it. She couldn't tell whether the photo peaked her interest because of her obvious attraction to the woman or if it was her budding suspicion of her. But either way Wednesday right then and there decided she would pursue this lead first before her curiosity ate her alive.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long for this to happen

...

Later on that night Enid could be found creeping towards the door of Detective Addams' office suspiciously. She looked around before removing a Bobby pin from her hair and effortlessly using it to unlock the door. With a quiet click the door unlocked and she opened it, silently sliding inside the room and closing the door behind her.

She ran towards the board with hast shining her phone light across all of the information that hadn't occupied that space earlier. Her eyes scanned the material worriedly attempting to determine how far the Detective had come in her investigation.

"Find what you were looking for?" The voice appeared as if from thin air and Enid gasped stumbling backwards as she looked towards the corner of the room where Detective Addams sat. A disapproving look covered her face, her arms crossed over her chest, an eyebrow quirked upwards in a questioning manner.

"I uhh I-" she stammered out stepping backwards in a feeble attempt to remove herself from this incredibly awkward encounter. Wednesday didn't answer and instead let the girl incessantly stumble over her words while she took pleasure in the reaction she had caused.

"ummm-" Enid scrunched her nose in annoyance pulling at her black leather jacket and adjusting her posture "What are you doing sat in the dark?" She questions Detective Addams in an attempt to deflect suspicion away from her.

She had obviously failed.

"I'll ask the questions" Wednesday sprang up from her seat and moved towards Enid at an alarming speed. This made Enid practically gulp with guilt and fear as she leaned back in an attempt to avoid what she thought was about to be a physical altercation.

But the detective just stopped abruptly Infront of her.

"What are you doing snooping around MY office, in the dark aaaaat" she raised her arm to glance at her watch "1:15am" she spoke " Night owl are we?" She smirked again, tilting her head, awaiting an explanation from the apprehensive woman.

"I often enjoy a little night time stroll?" Enid smiled nervously along with her own sarcastic and obvious lie. She flitted her eyes between Wednesday's own and her surroundings, suspicion starting to invade from her aura.

"Me too." The detective spoke flatly "Care to accompany me on one?" Wednesday immediately responded, looking at the blonde expectantly, her voice dripping with sinister undertones.

"Sounds oddly threatening" Enid's smile faltered and she balled her hands into fists in an attempt to hide her anxious state.

"It was supposed to" Wednesday flicked her eyebrow up and stepped closer to Enid, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Enid let out an audible "Heh" involuntarily letting the detective know she was nervous. "I'm a little busy right now maybe later?" Enid asked rhetorically.

"I can see that" Wednesday flicked her eyes towards her murder board then back to Enid's guilty, but beautifully blue, eyes. She refused to tear her own eyes away from her for longer than a second, this woman was a slippery one. One wrong move and she could see herself ending up like Esther Sinclair if she was not careful.

"Well you seem awfully busy" Enid said taking a small step back and turning to leave "So I'm just gonna go-" Once facing the door she had scurried along towards it but her voice was cut off in its tracks when she heard something whizzed past her ear.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard a sharp Thud! And a scoff from the detective behind her. When Enid opened her eyes, they immediately went wide when she saw a beautifully crafted pointed blade sticking out of the door.

Wednesday threw a knife at her?!

"Are you crazy?!" She practically screamed turning back to Detective Addams to scream at her.

"Possibly." She agreed "but clearly I'm severely out of practice which is a much more pressing issue that requires my attention" she looked on at the knife protruding from the wooden door in annoyance.

"You threw a knife at me?!" Enid yelled again while Wednesday ignored the panicked women in front of her.

"Yes" Wednesday admitted, as if that wasn't an incredibly dangerous thing to occur "and I missed" she seemed disappointed in herself "I must be more fatigued than I realised." She pursed her lips at the knife then stared back at Enid.

"You're ..." Enid's face twisted into one of confusion "You're not like other detectives" she observed, shaking with the thought of Wednesday committing attempted murder on her.

"I'd be inclined to thank you if I held anything you said in high regard" Wednesday smirked. Of course she actually felt flattered by what Enid had said but showing this was not in her nature. She's lucky the words thank you were even present in that sentence.

"Okay what do you want from me?" Enid breathed out looking at the knife , fearful of her life if she was not to cooperate. When her eyes returned to Wednesday she frowned.

Detective Addams walked past her to retrieve the knife and as she wiggled it around and yanked it from its place she turned back to the blonde woman with a sinister smile.

"The truth" she used the knife to point at her and Enid huffed out a sigh of relief. To think Enid actually found the Detective attractive after her initial interaction, rude but attractive nonetheless. And now she was about to be her victim... 'wow bad taste much' she scolded her inner monologue before getting back to her current situation.

And then she composed herself and smiled ready to give Detective Addams exactly what she wanted.

"That's rather vague but sure ..." Enid held back a pride look as she began "Once in the 10th grade I cheated on my finals and no one ever found out. Then when I was in college I totaled my car but put the blame on another person, I felt incredibly terrible of course but at the end of day I-"

"Stop." Wednesday demanded, knowing exactly what Enid was up to.

"Oh but..." She innocently twirled he hair with her finger and pouted at the detective "I thought you wanted the truth" she up-played her ditsy nature, knowing full well it would agitate the Detective.

"You know that is not what I was referring too" Wednesday shook her head slightly, trying to squash down the urge to give into her anger.

"Oh and what was it you were referring too?" Enid asked, forcing back the proud smile that threatened her lips.

"Don't play games with me Miss Sinclair" Wednesday warned.

"But I love games, I'm very good at them, I play them all the time" something about her change in tone, caused Wednesday's guard to fly up.

"Yes well I'm obligated to inform you that I have never lost a game in my life." Wednesday spoke stepping up to challenge the blonde woman.

"Me either, I always win" She found a spark of confidence and followed suit stepping towards Wednesday. "You have no idea the kind of tricks I have up my sleeves" Enid informed her.

"Tread lightly" She lightly threatened the intruder. She wasn't quite sure whether it was to warn her of how guilty she seemed if she were to place that sentence over her current case or if it because the Woman was actually getting to her violent side.

"Ooo another threat I'm terrified" she waved her hands sarcastically, emitting a somewhat childish energy In front of Wednesday.

"You should be" the way Wednesday said it was dark and dripping with sinister undertones. Enid immediately retreated feeling the air in the room shift, and her nervousness made an unwanted appearance once again.

Enid shook her head and placed her hands on her hips, she couldn't believe the audacity of detective Addams right now. So she went straight into her defensive mode and attacked Wednesday with her words.

"Ummm you are like... Scary scary, morbid even I should be questioning you about a murder not the other way around" she spat at her with an irritated scowl evident on her face. And there it was the defensive nature peaking its head into their conversation.

The detective had been waiting for this.

"I'm not questioning you about a murder" Wednesday furrowed her brow " I'm questioning you on a missing persons case Miss Sinclair" she spoke and Enid visibly looked uncomfortable, letting her arms drop to her side and her eyes widened slightly with realisation.

"Unless" she paused tapping her chin with her index finger almost comically "You know something I don't" she quirked and eyebrow up. She had caught her out no doubt about it and she was ready to use this uneasiness in Enid to force a confession from her.

When Enid didn't immediately respond Wednesday stepped forward to apply pressure to the woman.

"Wellllll?" She asked again, now up close and personal with her just staring accusingly at Enid with morbid delight.

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wenclair prompt #wenclair detective AU

[thesorcerersapprentice]

Hi friend, happy worldbuilding wednesday. What is the political structure of your setting? If you have multiple structures, how is the relationship between them?

Hi, @aquadestinyswriting! Thanks for sending this ask my way. If you aren't familiar with the amazing Aqua yet and/or you love the Titan Fighting Fantasy universe, I enthusiastically recommend checking out her Writeblr Masterpost for a complete overview of all her projects!

I've been going back and forth on this one for as long as I've been writing The Sorcerer's Apprentice, which is a long, long time, lol. Initially, I'd intended for the main characters to be senior royals within a monarchical society. However, I've recently discarded this idea and simply made them VIPs. The reasoning behind this change is that having Altaluna, the sorcerer's apprentice, fight for a position that ultimately upholds the status quo, and therefore, further perpetuates all the wrongs sustained by this system (which Altaluna has also suffered under), makes no sense for her as a character, makes me personally less likely to root for her, and weakens the underlying themes I'm trying to highlight within the novel itself. However, I still have a hereditary monarchy in the story, as this system perfectly encapsulates the idea that some people are born 'superior' to others and therefore have a 'divine right' to rule, conquer, exploit, and harass the rest of the world; an idea The Sorcerer's Apprentice aims to challenge.

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[u-mspcoll]

New Observations: Bringing Art and Activism to Challenging Times

Join us next week for this panel event with Mia Feroleto, Jalil Muntaqim, and Chief Henry Red Cloud!

"New Observations: Bringing Art and Activism to Challenging Times"

Wednesday 1 November 6-8p in the Pendleton Room, Michigan Union or online

https://myumi.ch/4rMN3

Mia Feroleto, publisher of New Observations — an independent, non-profit contemporary arts and culture journal — shares information about its founding in 1985 by artist Lucio Pozzi, and the way she has used her own activism to shape the trajectory of the magazine.

Jalil Muntaqim, who joined the Black Panther Party at the age of 18, discusses his almost 50 years of incarceration as well as his activism both inside and outside of prison walls. As a co-founder of the Jericho Movement and founder of the Spirit of Mandela, Jalil works for freedom and equality, and seeks to influence people of all races around the world.

Chief Henry Red Cloud gives an overview of life on the Pine Ridge Reservation and the challenges Lakota and other Indigenous Peoples face today. He also discusses his extraordinary work bringing solar power and sustainable housing to the reservation.

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[pudding-parade]

A Distant Glacier by MySimRealty

Are you looking for a world to play a colder-climate scenario in? This might be a good one. It's an old world, from 2010, so from before the Seasons EP, but the terrain painting and roads and whatnot are such that about 1/3 of the playable part of the world is always snow-covered, and there's also frost in the terrain painting of the green parts.

MySimRealty is one of my favorite world creators, and if you are familiar with this creator's other, newer worlds, you'll definitely recognize the rudiments of her style in this world. That said, this world isn't available on her site. I'm not sure why. I think it's a pretty cool (no pun intended) little world, so I can't see how she'd be unhappy with it. I thought maybe it might have some major, unresolved playability issues, but I had NRaas Story Progression create and move in 12 families and let the world run for five simdays to see if there'd be any issues, and there were none. Not a single one, not even a single stuck sim. The only issue I noticed during that time was some oddly-parked food trucks. They'd park across the streets, so that they look like they'd be blocking traffic going both ways, though of course taxis drive right through them. That aside, everything ran smoothly, and my sim and others had no problems using anything on the community lots.

So, I can't figure out why this world isn't out there anymore. In fact, I'm not even sure where I got it. If I had to guess, it's probably on one of the Russian re-upload sites, but I'm not feeling like looking through them to find it, which is why the title of the post isn't a link this time. Instead, I just reuploaded a .world file here or here, so if you want it, get it at one of those links. If you download it, the file goes in your install files under GameData - Shared - NonPackaged - Worlds.

The world only requires Ambitions and Riverview. There's no Store content aside from Riverview items and no CC. It's 1024x1024, but the playable area is only about half of that. It has all of the base game rabbitholes and all basegame and Ambitions lot types. (The firehouse is EA; the others are original.) It has all of the spawners that existed as of Ambitions, except the WA fish ones.

The world has about 80 lots total, split pretty evenly between community and residential. There are 18 empty lots. One of the community lots is built but empty inside, so it's ready to become whatever. Maybe a bar or club or arcade, or it might be good to use as shops if you use a merchant mod. All of the built residential lots are fully-furnished and ready to go. A few of them are duplicates, but they are all original builds, and the majority of them have at least two bedrooms. Two of the residential lots are "apartments," but since the world pre-dates Late Night, they don't function like Late Night apartments. I imagine you could make them do so it if you add the necessary markers.

There is a thread on the official forums from August of 2010 about testing this world here. Some of the issues mentioned in that thread -- particularly trees which have branches that intrude into houses and that can't be removed -- still exist, but they aren't really a problem in terms of playing.

More info and pictures behind the cut!

Here we have map view and Edit Town view of the entire playable area of the world. As you can see, it's split into three sections. There's the "glacier" in the middle, which is permanently snow-covered, and there are the two green areas. The one on the left has most of the rabbitholes. Residential lots are scattered throughout all three areas.

Here are some of the residential lots in various parts of the world:

Most of the houses have exteriors that are a combination of wood and stone in natural colors, which is appropriate for a colder climate. Personally, although they're pretty to look at, I'd get rid of the ever-blooming flowers and flowering shrubs and switch out most of the really green deciduous trees for more conifers, or maybe some birches/aspens, on the residential lots as well as throughout the world. That would make it look more authentically like a colder/taiga biome. But maybe that's just me.

Now for some community lots:

This is a little laundromat. The salon and the consignment shop look a lot like it, with the same roof and the same brick exterior. Also, the laundromat, salon, and consignment shop are all about the same size.

This is the larger of the two gyms in the world. I'm not sure why the world has two gyms, but there's this one, which is in the part of the world that has most of the rabbitholes, and then there's a smaller one just outside the stadium rabbithole in the other green section of the world. I guess the smaller one is convenient for those in the sports career, so maybe that's why there are two gyms.

This is the library that, for some reason, has a really tall roof. I'd lower that sucker by quite a bit. :) Then, on the left side of the pic is a small art gallery.

This is a little chapel. Inside it has some chairs, a stereo, and a fridge. Up front is a table that I guess is supposed to be an altar. It doesn't have a wedding arch. (Did the game not have wedding arches prior to Generations? I can't remember off the top of my head.) You could add an arch and maybe the podium from University Life to make it more church-y, but there isn't a whole lot of room inside or outside, so I don't think you could make it into a proper "wedding venue."

The junkyard and the graveyard.

This is my testing sim using the public pool. I'm thinking that I'd get rid of this lot (as well as the private pools that some of the houses have) because...Well, cold climate. LOL There is an indoor pool at the large gym which can serve the community's swimming needs. I suppose you could pretend that these are hot spring pools, but, as a person who lives in a cold climate, I can say that outdoor non-hot-spring pools aren't really a thing because you can only use them for maybe a few weeks out of the year. :)

This is the grocery rabbithole, which has a community garden on the same lot, which is an interesting idea.

The world also has several parks/playgrounds, a beach, a few fishing spots, and the EA fire station from Ambitions.

And I think that's all I have to say. We'll finish out with some random pics. :)

#sims 3 #world overview #world overview wednesday #sims 3 pictures #sims 3 scenery

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

*** new pinned post ***

Hi, I’m a queer fanfic writer who discovered Yuri!!! On Ice about five years after it aired, and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since and ended up writing a series of fanfictions about it that are set pre, during, and post canon.

This post gives you an overview of my works and what to expect from this blog. I will update it from time to time.

Fanfics

Regular updated works

My series starts with an extended and detailed novelisation called Can You Hear My Heartbeat that includes everything I imagined to happen between the episodes (e.g. the summer of mutual pining) and features Viktor as a POV character in addition to Yuuri. It's cute, funny, steamy, and romantic, but also expands on Yuuri's anxiety and insecurities, and Viktor's mental issues. I've did a hell lot of research to write a canonically accurate story with properly depicted figure skating and Japanse culture.

Can You Hear My Heartbeat Chapters: 32/48 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov Series: Part 1 of A Dream Too Large To Bear Alone Collection: ADTLTBAverse

For more information and text snippets, please check the link or my blog archive. Updates every second Wednesday.

My prequel about Viktor that covers the time from the GPF in Sochi to boarding the plane to Japan to become Yuuri's coach:

Beneath the Shine of a Thousand Spotlights (Prequel to CYHMH) Chapters: 5/14 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Victor Nikiforov & Christophe Giacometti, Victor Nikiforov & Yakov Feltsman, Makkachin & Victor Nikiforov Collection: ADTLTBAverse

Please note that I don't currently update this story.

Works in the making

I'm working on a series of sequels to CYHMH that narrate the story of Yuuri and Viktor beyond the anime, including lots of domestic Viktuuri, mental health issues, the 2018 Olympics, and figure skating drama (there is no figure skating without drama). These works are in different stages of writing/editing and thus not yet ready for posting.

Did My Heart Love ‘Til Now (“season 1.5”): narrates the rest of the figure skating season from Yuri!!! until World Championships and an important event thereafter. The current draft is 330k words long. Rating: mature or higher. Will be posted right after CYHMH. I'm currently looking for beta readers!

In Love and War (“season 2”): is about Yuuri and Viktor turning from husbands to rivals on the ice while training in St. Petersburg. Rating: mature or higher. First draft is at 66%

Tides of War ("season ?"): A short-novel sized fix-it story about the events of the Beijing Olympics and spring 2022 and how the YOI characters deal with them (especially Viktor). This story was my attempt to cope with these events. Unedited draft.

The Sorrows of Young Vitya (working title): Covers Vitya's childhood and adolescence. This story is the result of all the bits of backstory I invented from him while working on the abovementioned works. It's not a substitute for the movie. Draft at 50%.

More sequels will follow. Please check out my AO3 collection ADTLTBAverse, you will find in there all the stories belonging to my expansion of the YOI canonverse.

Other works (unrelated to my ADTLTBAverse):

A Song of Fiery Birds and Endless Winter Chapters: 15/15 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont & Katsuki Yuuri, Christophe Giacometti & Victor Nikiforov Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Celestino Cialdini, Yakov Feltsman

This is my work for the YOI Daydreamer BB about alternate first meetings, in which Yuuri and Viktor meet at the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi.

Some stuff about me

I'm not new to writing and certainly not new to fanfiction, but this is the first time I’m writing for such a huge fandom like Yuri!!!, which is quite overwhelming at times.

My pseud is a combination of a book title of the YA fantasy series The Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce, which I adored as a teen, and my love for Japanese culture. I love analysing the things I obsess over, and I do this quite excessively, which currently applies to Yuri!!! and results in the occasional meta-analysis on this blog. The results of my meta posts are included in my works. Besides Yuri!!!, I have a secondary special interest in figure skating, and I do my best to integrate this into my fics accurately and correctly. Because of Yuri!!!, I've started learning Japanese.

On this blog, I post about my works, share the occasional snippet and write meta-posts when I need to get stuff out of my system. I also reblog other meta-posts, translations, fanart, and figure skating content. If this resonates with you, please consider giving me a follow.

English is not my first language, but I try my best.

I have less confidence than Katsuki Yuuri, so please be kind.

My ask box is always open. Please feel free to ask whatever you want to know!

You can find my socials in my blog header.

This blog is not a safe space for queerphobes, racists, haters of animation studios, and other kind of bigots. I do not support hate speech and hate campaigns in any form. Misappropriation of my posts for this purpose will result in a block.

#yuri on ice #yoi fic #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #canon fic #yoi meta #figure skating #pinned post #my yoi meta #yoi

[ideas-on-paper]

Serenity (2005) - The inspiration for Mass Effect?

Last Wednesday, by sheer coincidence, I stumbled across the movie "Serenity" while skimming through the TV program. Because the sci-fi topic piqued my interest, I looked up a quick summary to get an overview of what the movie is about - and I was even more intrigued when I learned that it's based on and essentially a continuation of the TV show "Firefly" from 2002. That title immediately rang a bell, since I distinctly remember Firefly being stated as one of the main inspirations for the Mass Effect trilogy - which, as it happens, I'm playing right now. So, because I was curious to see where the Mass Effect developers got their ideas from, I used the opportunity to watch Serenity that evening - and boy, there are certainly a lot of things that are strikingly similar to Mass Effect.

SPOILERS for Mass Effect and Serenity follow (also, please note that I'm judging this from the POV of someone who only saw the movie, and not the TV series)

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First off, some general background stuff: The setting of Serenity is a galaxy 500 years in the future, after mankind had to abandon the contaminated Earth and colonize a new star system (that sounds like a not entirely unrealistic prediction, unfortunately). Many planets have been made habitable by terraforming, the central ones of which are controlled by an institution called the Alliance; however, there are quite a few border worlds where development isn't that advanced yet and outlaw conditions are dominant. Although Mass Effect isn't set quite that far in the future (the main plot starts in 2183), the lore framework is quite similar, with the colonization of new planets and terraforming also playing a big role. The similarities go to the point where even the unified human government is called Alliance, although the Alliance from Firefly/Serenity should not be confused with the Alliance from Mass Effect (as we will soon see). The lawless border worlds are generally comparable to the Terminus Systems from Mass Effect (which are treated in greater detail in ME2).

One thing I also had to chuckle about is that one of the opening shots from Serenity looks almost straight out of Mass Effect - for real, the tower looks almost exactly like those seen in the panorama of futuristic Earth from ME. xD

Anyway, back to the main plot: One of the central points that's established right at the beginning is that Alliance scientists have been conducting secret, potentially harmful experiments with a 17-year-old girl named River Tam who possesses telepathic abilities. By exposing her to psychic training, they were hoping to be able to utilize her skills as a weapon - and indeed, she is shown to be able to effortlessly knock out an entire pub after a coded command later in the movie. Although River doesn't lift or throw any objects with telekinesis, it's imaginable that this was one of the inspirations for the mind reading abilities of the Asari, and her hearing foreign voices in her head evokes associations with certain scenes from ME1 (e.g. the conversation with the Thorian on Feros and the Rachni Queen on Noveria which also involve mind control).

Fortunately, River is soon freed from this hellish lab by her brother Simon, which brings a man called "The Operative" into the scene. Just like the scientists who experimented on River, he works in secret for the Alliance, as a government agent receiving his orders directly from the parliament. Although he has no official rank, he seems to have full clearance for classified information, as well as the permission to kill anyone if necessary (which he promptly uses to murder the scientists of the facility where River was kept). To everyone thinking "well, that sounds a lot like a Spectre", I can confirm that he is actually convinced that "the end justifies the means", and that his ruthless actions "will make the world better for everyone" - well, if that doesn't sound like a certain rogue Spectre.

Meanwhile, River and Simon have found refuge on the ship Serenity led by Captain Malcolm Reynolds. Malcolm, simply called "Mal", is a bit of an ambivalent character, to say the least - he and his crew make their money with robberies, smuggling, and other illegal activities, but he still refuses to kill innocents and has a very intimate, familial relationship with his shipmates. In a way, he seems a bit like a Paragade version of Commander Shepard from Mass Effect (considering this, perhaps it's no surprise that the ME developers pitched Shepard as something like a "space James Bond"). Actually, quite a few of the members of the Serenity seem to carry some resemblance to the Normandy crew: There's Hoban, the talented pilot of the Serenity with a somewhat dry sense of humor (well, hello there, Joker); Zoë, a tough and steadfast fighter (and possible inspiration for Ashley); and Kaylee, the ship's sweet and lively mechanic (which sounds a lot like Tali).

What's more is that there's a hostile faction called the "Reavers" - which, hilariously, is just one letter away from Reapers (no kidding, I frequently kept mishearing "Reavers" as "Reapers" throughout the movie xD). In Serenity, however, the Reavers aren't a race of oversized, mechanical squids, but of deranged cannibalistic humans who like to eat their victims alive. Well, at least they share the tendency to kill everything in sight that seems remotely organic…

And if that wasn't enough, there's literally a character called Shepherd in the movie - though in Serenity, he is presented as more of a preacher than a soldier. In the context of the movie, he acts as Mal's "moral compass", telling him that he could use something like a higher goal in life (the Mass Effect translation of which would probably be "pick some Paragon options from time to time, bro" xD). Unfortunately, Shepherd dies during the course of the story, but his advice still ends up having a profound effect on Mal's character development.

One scene in particular that gave me very strong Mass Effect vibes was the "vision scene", where River sees the decaying corpses of former human colonists. Both the visual and sound design - with erratic shots of the dead who appear to "scream" at the camera - immediately reminded me of the vision that Shepard receives from the Prothean transmitter in Mass Effect 1. The two not only resemble each other in their eerie, disconcerting atmosphere, but also in their ultimate purpose, as they show the protagonist the way to a secret planet which plays a major role in the plot.

Following a hint from River, the crew of the Serenity makes their way to Miranda (no, not that Miranda), a planet which was the location of a former colonization project of the Alliance. As it turns out, the Alliance conducted secret experiments on the population, adding a substance called "Pax" to the air filters which was supposed to suppress aggressive tendencies. However, their plan backfired, and the colonists not only stopped fighting, but also working, eating, and all other daily activities. Meanwhile, the Pax had the opposite effect on 0.1% of the inhabitants and turned them into violent cannibals, with the Alliance effectively creating the Reavers in the process. Viewed from a Mass Effect perspective, all of this sounds suspiciously like something Cerberus would do - after all, they didn't shy away from any atrocities in their pursuit of the "enhancement of humanity". So, while the Alliance are essentially the big baddies in Serenity, their role has been split up in Mass Effect: the Alliance from Mass Effect is a union that acts as the representative of all nations on Earth in the galactic community, while Cerberus is more of an undercover terrorist organization.

As we can see, Mass Effect and the Firefly universe share quite a few similar elements. However, despite all these resemblances, it should be said that BioWare never copied anything one-on-one - rather, they took a few pieces, rearranged them, and made them into something new. If anything, Serenity and Mass Effect are proof that drawing inspiration from your favorite stories can beget original, unique universes. Who knows - perhaps one day, a new generation of writers will remember Mass Effect as the inspiration for their own stories.

#mass effect #serenity #serenity 2005 #firefly #firefly 2002 #firefly tv show #firefly serenity #sci fi movies #I'm sorry but I couldn't resist #it reminded me so much of Mass Effect

[sparrow-orion-writes]

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday Sparrow. Hope you've had a good July.

Since I’m now going over the political relationship between Toreguarde and Fangthane (woo dwarven grudges and passive-agression!) because I’ve been fiddling with the next chapter of A Circle None Can Break; I was wondering what political tensions, if any, exist in your world(s)? These can be recent or historic. Have outright wars broken out over seemingly petty things? Or do things only flare up when things get particularly nasty?

I'm so sorry this is late, life is just hectic a lot these days.

Politics in Arcadia

Arcadia exists because of war, which was ultimately world war three but also a mass extinction event. Most war is petty, this one was over oil and land, ultimately.

In present-day Arcadia there's mentioned background religions that contribute somewhat to the overall landscape of Arcadian politics and society. There's a variety of political...outlooks(?), too. But ultimately we have the council - a sort of disembodied all-seeing figure usually referred to as the "president" but is actually 12 people who have inherited their position over and over again. And then we have the general people. The people cannot reach the council. The council have a police force to keep the people in line. The people do not like this. That's pretty much the ground basics of the Arcadian Wilds series and ultimately concludes in Neon Glow in Gold Dust with a civil war.

It's more complicated than that, but that's the basic overview.

#Arcadian Wilds worldbuilding

[mikaharuka]

About Mahabhuta, the Apricity Interlude

Despite sharing excerpts, I never explained the fic, so here I am!

[Also, tagging because you might be interested: @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @danceswithdarkspawn, @aislinnstanaka, @writingpotato07, @alpaca-clouds]

Mahabhuta & Interlude Objectives

As mentioned, Mahabhuta is an interlude (likely the first of many) to Apricity. It takes place in the week between the La Push Bonfire (Obsidian, Ch 10) and the Seattle Day Trip (starting in Sapphire, Ch 12). The chapter in between, (Azure, Ch 11) takes place over the course of this week, but it only covers a few things.

In general, the Saturday that the La Push bonfire happens is a major turning point. The change doesn't just reflect Beau's mind (through the dreams) - they also represent other changes in that world, as well as the mystic bond. This will show up within Mahabhuta and Apricity.

Overview of the Interlude Structure

Mahabhuta is structured in a 5+1 format, for six chapters in total.

Mahabhuta is Sanskrit for "great element". The first five chapters are the five classical elements and the +1 chapter is the original element. Each of those five classical elements has an associated color, sense, and body part. In addition, I used vampire bingo prompts, to assign one main prompt and two secondary prompts to the dreams. Lastly, I've associated each of the Cullen siblings with each element.

All six chapters have a dream phase with Beau and a reality phase with Mike. The elemental themes are in both phases. The dream is E-rated for smut and the reality phase is T-rated. Both are plot-crucial.

The Classic Elements in Sanskrit

As you might have noticed, the titles are in Sanskrit, reflecting the Eastern themes of the WL verse. These are the elements in their traditional order (from coarse to fine, the ground to the heavens):

Prithvi (पृथ्वी, pṛthvī) - Earth

Varuna (वरुण, váruṇa) - Water

Agni (अग्नि, agni) - Fire

Vayu (वायु, vāyu) - Air, Wind

Akasha (आकाश, ākāśa) - Sky, Void, Space

Prakriti (प्रकृति, prakṛti) - Prime, The Origin

Interlude Specifics - Names, Days, Prompts, and Concepts

(as a side note, the Obsidian bonfire was Saturday evening, with the Azure dream taking place over Saturday night into Sunday morning)

Prithvi [Earth]

POV: Beau (dream) + Mike (reality)

Timeline: Sunday night - Monday evening

Color: Green

Sense: Smell/Scent

Body: Flesh/Bone

Vampire: Alice

Prompts: Altar Sex, Fangs, Vampire Bites

Varuna [Water]

POV: Beau (dream) + Mike (reality)

Timeline: Monday night - Tuesday evening

Color: Blue

Sense: Taste

Body: Blood

Vampire: Mina

Prompts: Mist, Blood Sharing, Rejuvenation

Agni [Fire]

POV: Beau (dream) + Mike (reality)

Timeline: Tuesday night - Wednesday evening

Color: Red

Sense: Sight/Vision

Body: Body Heat

Vampire: Elle

Prompts: Fever, Long/Never-Ending Night, Feeling the Cold

Vayu [Air]

POV: Beau (dream) + Mike (reality)

Timeline: Wednesday night - Thursday evening

Color: Yellow

Sense: Touch

Body: Breath

Vampire: Rosalie

Prompts: Hunting, Shadows, Heartbeats

Akasha [Sky]

POV: Beau (dream) + Mike (reality)

Timeline: Thursday night - Friday evening

Color: Violet

Sense: Sound

Body: Soul, Spirit

Vampire: Edward

Prompts: Moonlight, Ageless, Ethereal Beauty

Prakriti [Prime]

POV: Carlisle (dream) + Carlisle (reality)

Timeline: Friday night - Saturday evening***

(***this Saturday is the Seattle trip, coincides with Sapphire onwards)

Color: Black, White

Sense: All

Body: All

Vampire: Carlisle

Prompts: Telepathic Connection, Feral, Humanity

In Conclusion...

This was a fun concept to come up with, and as always, I have to thank Alhaira for being a sound board and listening to my rambles. And yes, some of the stuff that happens will be referenced in Apricity before the corresponding Mahabhuta chapter is posted on AO3.

While it'll be possible to read these chapters fandom-blind (since... you know, the Winter Light verse and Apricity are fandom-blind friendly by default), you would be best off reading Apricity first.

I recommend reading through Azure (Ch 11) for the five elemental chapters and through Midnight (Ch 14) for the +1 chapter, Prakriti.

Not that there's any rush - I'm only halfway through Prithvi (as of January 25)! It's not like Mahabhuta is the only thing I'm working on either - I'll be moving through Apricity and other short pieces. And as everyone and their friend knows... I'm not exactly the fastest writer!

(thank goodness, because Prakriti is already low-key scaring me O.O)

Though... considering I'm at 10k words and see Prithvi hitting 15-20k words in the end, I am considering splitting it. I'll have to see in the end how that turns out. But that is all from me... for now~

#twilight #carlisle x beau #bellisle #mahabhuta #winter light #carlisle x bella #bella x carlisle #twilight renaissance #gay twilight #apricity #mizuka explains #mizuka's rambles #twilight rewrite