#my wips are insane someone save me from myself

[dogblessyoutascha]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

@scary-grace how dare you tag me in this do you even know the sheer amount of art/fic/campaign wips I have??? DO YOU COMPREHEND THE BEAST YOU HAVE UNLEASHED????

Uh, right, so, uh. WELL. Writing wips first?

Assassin Juu (BLEACH)

Cemetery Keepers (BLEACH)

Daddy, I Summoned Demons (BLEACH)

DILF Isekai SIM (Original)

DISCO NIGHTS (BLEACH)

District 7 (BLEACH)

Fashion+Yakuza (BLEACH)

Halloween Didn’t End (Original)

Harder, Faster (One Punch Man)

Head On (The Hobbit)

Hogyoku Starrk (BLEACH)

IbaRose Toys (BLEACH)

Juu’s Ass (BLEACH)

JuuKen Fight, Fluff, and Smut (BLEACH)

Pillow (BLEACH)

Lightning Flash (One Punch Man)

Loyalty is a Word (BLEACH)

Magical Boyfriend (BLEACH)

MONSTER HUNTER (BLEACH)

My Service Arrancar (BLEACH)

Shun Being a Slut TM (BLEACH)

SPYxFAMILY (The Hobbit)

Sugar Daddy VS Android (The Hobbit)

Tama (One Punch Man)

Tuber Scandal (BLEACH)

Wolf of the Swamp (Original)

Yakuza+Police Sex (BLEACH)

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Yeah, I’m gonna, uh. I’m gonna stop there.

I DON’T EVEN KNOW THIS MANY PEOPLE HOW CAN I TAG PEOPLE I DON’T KNOW? THIS GAME IS RIGGED. UHHH psst @muja-bunny and @guiltyfixations how many wips y’all have???

#dogblessyoutascha #text #tag game #my wips are insane someone save me from myself #this is a cry for help clearly

[tariah23]

Omgggg

Sksjsks I went onto my insta and saw that someone liked this… old Jolynes from like, 2015-17 or so that I never got to finish (they’re all on my old laptop… I will rescue my files one day… this was my old cartoony style. I’ve revamped it a LOT. It used to be so much more loose… I kind of wish that it still was because it made the style look more simplistic and free? I’ve always been a huge fan of simple art styles!) I remember making an attempt at drawing every canon Jolyne outfit that I could find (at least the official colored drawings, not the ones from the manga since that would’ve been too much for me. I have the Jojoveller (I bought the Jojoveller back when it first came out from Japan and paid like, almost $200 for it orz….. should’ve waited for the price drop lol. I have every JJBA artbook tbh. But that helped me track down most of the official Jolyne stuff. Not all but a lot of it!) I’d drawn up at least 20 outfits at this point. At least I think so? These were just some of them. Hopefully, I’ll be able to retrieve my drawings again… the faces that I used to draw on my old style used to be so ugly, sorry.

Here’s an example of this same style but revamped to now lol…

(Yuki wip…. The bodies have more standard anatomy but the hands are still blocky like??? The faces are prettier tho…. Has it lost a bit of personality? Maybe… I do like my new style tho… But could I still even call it a cartoony style, especially since it looks more anime than before :/…. Uh, I’m thinking too hard on this :(….)

Another example is this Rengoku… it’s a little diff from the Yuki one despite being the same cartoon like style? (Barely cartoon anymore…) I don’t usually draw the nostril slit for this style but I did so for Yuki since it just looked better… idk if I’m gonna start doing that or not, I’ve literally been driving myself insane over deciding if I want to start drawing nostrils or not… for this Rengoku, it’s definitely more accurate to the style that I was pushing for but hm….. Similar to these Makima’s…. I didn’t draw the nostril…

I like to keep the ears very simple in this style as well and again, look at Makima’s hands. They’re supposed to be blocky like this hehe. The Yuki wip is more of an improvement of this same style but I’ve been so all over the place with it… I feel so bad, omg. The most polished example that I could find immediately of the original cartoon style was of these Shinobu’s… see how round and free everything is!?

Don’t even get my started on the chibi styles…. I have a handful… because I’m indecisive. The Sukuna wips are from a new chibi style that I’ve been thinking about and I rly like it… The Kak/Oc chibi was for a commission that I had sm fun drawing for. I still like the style! I’ve always loved when artists left the pupils white for some reason? I wanted to do that, too! I forgot to color the lineart in the girls skirt lol….

This style with Sanemi and Uzui is rly cute to me as well… I will not be retiring it. I kind of hate the old chibi style with Josuyasu tho. Hideous to me. And overly complicated. I don’t really like chibi styles that have TOO much going on, especially if they’re not as cute since chibi’s are supposed to be cute. I said ugly but beauty in art is subjective sjsjs… if they’re pretty and cute than idc. So I technically have three chibi styles that I like.

Ohh actually, I have two other chibi styles….. fuck, I just don’t have any pics of them that I’ve uploaded, only saved as files. One isn’t really a serious style at all tho, they were for fun (experimental) and the chibi that you can see hanging in the corner of Yuki in the wip above is of another simpler style as well…

#whaaaaaaaa #rambling #my art #sorry I’m always yapping!!! #an artistic Journey haha… I hardly ever talk about my artistic thoughts so…

[imogenleewriter]

✨ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨

THANK YOU @nouies FOR THE TAG!! I'd missed the notif and was reading yours and thinking it looked fun to do and then when I got to the bottom I saw you'd tagged me.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

5 but one is a WIP

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

581,554 - which is pretty decent for less than a year, I think lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

one direction 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Can Hear It In The Silence

You, Me (and everyone we know) - Which is crazy because it's the WIP!

Save Me (from myself)

You're Not My Type (still I fall)

I Hope You Choke (on those words) - which is like my neglected child. I always forget it exists and literally never mention it.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? WELL, I used to and it was something I prided myself on. But, well, I am so extremely lucky to have such a loud, and talkative readership who are insanely loud and talkative... I've been trying to catch up, but I'm still about 2 months behind and that's after me giving up on like 7 chapters of ymaewk. It was just getting too hard to try and catch up so I cut my losses and am just going from the chapter I'm up to. I will one day. But also, some of those comments are like 4 months old now, so people might not want answers to those? It must be annoying to get emails for those, right? RIGHT?

But in general YES! And it's something I feel really passionately about. If someone goes to the effort to write a comment, I really think they deserve a reply - and a decent one. All that being said, I think everyone kind of thinks that way? Like I've never commented on a fic and not gotten a reply?? So I'm pretty sure everyone replies.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None? Angsty endings aren't really my thing, and I don't think they ever will be. I want everything wrapped up as neatly as possible. I guess maybe I hope you choke, because it's only 3k words, so it's not like... fully resolved? But there isn't much to resolve.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hopefully all of them?? I think maybe ychiits because it was really, really well resolved? Like... every single thread was tied. You're Not My Type also had a really happy one but it's such a soft fic that I don't think it would ever not.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

A little. A lot less than I deserve, tbh lol. The main place I've seen it is in bookmarks, so now I just don't check the bookmarks. (if you're going to bookmark a fic with criticism, make it private).

I do get a few... odd comments. Like they're not hate, but they're just... idk how to explain it without signalling comments out. In a fic discord group, I'm in with like 70 members. There is literally a sticker that says 'Imogen's comment complaint time,' for me to use when I... complain about those comments, lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah. Very consensual, often awkward smut lol. Like to keep it real.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. At least not as far as I'm aware and I'm sure someone would tell me if I had.

I've been accused of 'stealing' fics... twice. But both times were by anons who hadn't actually read the fics, and had just read the summaries/tags... and both times were low-key ridiculous (again, I say this as if I didn't cry both times... and have to turn anon comments off).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah... actually... I think one has been done and I haven't linked it yet. Shit. So I'm pretty sure that ychiits has two (one that I haven't linked) and someone is doing SMFM now. I currently have a rule that it can only go on ao3, and not Wattpad but I'm low-key thinking about changing it. In fact, I'm kind of thinking about uploading them to Wattpad... it's just no one ever does it and I don't know if there is a reason for not doing it??? Is there are reason? Why don't people upload to Wattpad??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but @hereforh and I are in the process of writing one!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Larry. The only time I've read other ships is when I've been reading smut lol. And that's more about the smut than the ship.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I always think of WIPs as in ones I've started uploading lol. And I always intend to finish those. But WIP as in started but not uploaded? Yeah, heaps!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, relatively authentic characters, and complex plots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything else. I feel like my writing technique is ... shit, tbh. I'm really surprised no one ever says it. I do feel like it's improved a bit, but yeah, still shit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think if I was going to write much of it, I'd find someone who spoke it well. I'm not really sure when I'd need to do it though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I always say I never wrote fanfic until One Direction but I'm not ENTIRELY sure that's true. When I was a young teenager, I used to read All Time Low fanfiction on Quizilla and I did upload some stuff there. As far as I can remember, they were all original fiction but it's possible I wrote an ATL one. I know I wrote a tiny one based on the song Self-Conclusion by The Spill Canvas. I think it was literally using the dialogue from the song and then writing around it.

20. Favorite fic you've written? 

Oooooh, so tricky. I love them all for different reasons. Ychiits will always be my baby forever and ever.

Probably YMAEWK, and the only thing that stops me from being sure it's that one is just that it's less relatable. Like I know with ychiits and even SMFM, people saw themselves in the characters and story. Whereas I feel like it's harder to relate to ymaewk and long term, it might not have as big of an impact. BUT, I do love those boys soooo much and love the story. So, yeah, probably ymaewk.

Anddddddd (sorry if you've already been tagged and obviously no pressure) I tag @hereforh @nooradeservedbetter @lunarheslwt @enchantedlandcoffee @thelavendrhaze and anyone else who wants to do it!

[cranberrymoons]

ao3 is still spotty so have a teaser :~)

[hi! this is a wip, currently sitting around 5K but I'm thinking it'll be closer to 10K when I finish? (update – this has been completed and can be found here on ao3!)

here's about 850 words of them stumbling toward smut, and I'm forcing myself to post this to get over my aversion to being horny on main]

cw: nudity/18+, eddie's a little mean but steve is super into it

It takes slightly longer than four minutes, but he does manage to eventually get the kids packed away and out the door. Erica casts another suspicious look at them – definitely not in the clear there – but then they’re all finally fucking gone, and the house falls silent save for the stereo playing softly in the background.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes, hand coming up to cover his mouth as soon as the door shuts behind them. “Fuck, Steve, I’m so sorry. It just slipped out, and especially after what we talked about earlier? I can go if – I mean, do you want me to go? I should go.”

“Are you insane? No,” Steve says distractedly, turning away from the window where he’d been peeking through the curtains to make sure they were actually all leaving. He grabs Eddie by the wrist and starts hauling him toward the stairs. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to hold me down and fuck me so hard I feel it in my throat. Come on.”

Eddie makes a startled choking sound as he stumbles after Steve toward his bedroom, then he lets out a disbelieving laugh and says, 

“Wait, seriously?”

Steve raises his eyebrows as he tugs his work shirt over his head and throws it in the general direction of the clothes hamper in the corner.

“Does it look like I’m joking? Take your pants off. Keep the rings.” Then he pauses with a hand at his own zipper. “Unless – I mean, unless you don’t want to. Obviously.”

Eddie blinks at him. “Oh, I want to,” he says. He pulls his own shirt off and drops it to the floor. “I really want to. I just don’t think I’m ever going to get used to hearing you say shit like that, Harrington.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve says as he continues with his jeans, kicking out of them and stripping off his socks until he’s standing there naked, waiting impatiently. “Get over it. I’m hardly a blushing bride. Where do you want me?”

“Where do I want –” 

Eddie looks up and cuts off with a laugh. His jeans and belt are undone and hanging open, but he’s still basically clothed from the waist down as he takes a step toward Steve. Steve, bewildered and definitely not used to being laughed at when he’s standing fully naked in front of someone he’s literally about to have sex with, drops his mouth open in outrage, and Eddie’s grin doubles.

“Oh, there she is,” he says in a low, mocking voice, getting right up in Steve’s space and swaying back and forth, teasing him. “That bitchy little mean girl streak of yours. Hands on hips, hip popped out.”

He captures Steve’s chin in one hand, using it to force him into place, and Steve feels something clouding in at the edges of his brain in a good way, heady and a little dangerous. He swallows roughly, the sound cavernously loud where his mouth is being held half-open by Eddie’s hand. Eddie leans forward and licks him, tongue running over the roof of his mouth and up over his top lip. It should be gross, probably, but –

“I should take you apart for giving me an attitude like that.”

He releases him with enough force that Steve stumbles backwards toward the bed, hand coming up to rub over his jaw.

“Oh my god,” he rasps, swallowing thickly. “Holy shit. Please do that.”

Eddie laughs again, low and a little mean, and Steve feels a thrill run through him. 

“Do what?”

“That. What – what you said,” Steve says as Eddie saunters forward, backing him up closer to the bed. He’s still half-clothed, which shouldn’t be so hot, but holy shit it’s so fucking hot. “Take me apart.”

“Yeah? Is that what you like? Pretty boy jock who secretly likes being pushed around?” He grabs a fistful of Steve’s hair and pulls, tugging until his head is forced back, neck hyperextended. Steve watches through his lashes as Eddie moves his head from side to side to get a look at him, humming disdainfully. “I don’t know, Steve. That’s pretty cliché. Do you know what I think?”

“Wha –” Eddie tugs harder on his hair, and Steve grunts. “What?”

“I think you’ve been reading a little too much Blueboy magazine for your own good.” Eddie leans forward and presses an incongruously soft kiss to the ring of scar tissue on his throat, then scrapes his teeth over his skin. “Went and got your silly little head all clogged up with fantasies, didn’t you? Nothing but fluff and fairy dust going on up there.”

“Not a fantasy,” Steve says. He’s so painfully hard, just from this, that one touch would probably kill him right now. “You’re ah – you’re doing it aren’t you?”

“You think this is me taking you apart?” Eddie asks. He lets go of Steve’s hair and plants a hand in the center of his chest, then gives him a shove toward the bed. “That’s adorable, Steve. Seriously.”

#steddie #stranger things #my fic #steddie fic #lsdkfjslkfjsd help why am i so embarrassed to post this #me 🤝 steve – humiliation kink #get it off your chest

[gamerkitten]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @vox-monstera

This is the first chapter of my eventual post game fic for Jenae and Goro. Hopefully I'll actually get around to finishing it.

He looked almost identical to the first time she laid eyes on him; a black suit,free of wrinkles, his dark hair restrained in a neat bun. The posture was different though; in a way only someone who knew him would even notice, subdued.

"Goro." she shot to her feet, only to be overtaken by a wave of vertigo

He moved quickly, catching her before she hit the ground. She gazed up at him, reaching up to touch his face, afraid that this was yet another cruel trick being played on her by her mind.

"You're really here."

He nodded, guiding her back to her bed, " This is an awful place, it is no wonder you are losing your mind."

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him as he toyed with the puzzle cube on the desk, his brow furrowed as if deep in thought.

"Are you here to take me home?" She asked

"No," he said with a sigh, retrieving the chair from where she had thrown it during her breakdown, "I was asked to speak to you."

"By Hanako?"

His eyes flashed at the name but just as quickly he regained his composure.

" She...has forgotten you already," he admitted, sitting across from her, " they called from the clinic."

So much for appreciation, " Well, what did they say?"

"That someone should talk to you, someone that you know," he looked down at his hands, " V, the surgery did not help. They say you will be dead before winter."

"No," she whispered, shaking her head, " no, that-that can't be right. Arasaka has the best and brightest-"

"Yes," Goro agreed, still not meeting her gaze, " which is why the surgery was a success.However, the changes made by the chip were too great, even for corporate neurosurgeons."

Her vision began to blur as tears pricked at her eyes, " You told me Arasaka could help, you promised."

She could feel the anger building as she spoke. She had betrayed Johnny, Jackie's memory and herself based on his word that Arasaka would save her and it had all been for nothing.

"I truly believed they could save you," he said, his voice low, " I am sorry for that, but I have not come empty handed."

He looked up finally, determination etched on his features;the same look he always had before he proposed one of his hair brained plans.

"I was sent to discuss an alternative, one that will save your life," he continued, " Arasaka will allow you to join the Secure Your Soul program. You will leave your body and your engram will be stored until a way is found to transfer it to a new body."

"Are you insane," she hissed, " you want me to let them throw me into that fucking prison, where they can do whatever they want to me?"

" I want you to live," he said, grabbing her hand, "the Arasaka's see you as nothing, unimportant. Hanako-sama offers you this as a reward for your services."

"Really? I thought you said she had forgotten me."

"We spoke," he admitted, "I reminded her of the debt she owes you."

He stood and retrieved a tablet from the table, handing it to her.

"This contract will protect you," he said, "sign it and you will live."

She took the tablet, reading the contract before her. As she read, she could feel heat working its way from the soles of her feet to the tips of her ears, her hands starting to shake. Goro must have noticed her reaction because he took the tablet before she could fling it across the room.

" It is written that you relinquish all rights, but please do not worry," he implored "the law is simply behind the times- an engram is not legally a person."

"So you want me to become corporate property."

"I want you to live." He repeated, his voice strained, " please, trust me."

She sighed, shaking her head, " I trust you with my life, but not when Arasaka is involved. I can't do this Goro, I'm sorry."

"Jenae-"

"No Goro," she interrupted, rising to her feet, "I promised myself I would never let a corp control my fate again. I lost my way for a bit, but it's time to course correct." 

He followed, moving fast and catching her by the arm. She swung at him with her free hand but he caught her wrist with little effort, maneuvering her so that she was caught between him and the desk.

" Let go of me," she growled, struggling against him, " isn't it enough that you've played me for a fool? I trusted you and you want to sell my fucking soul to Arasaka!"

"If you would just listen-"

"No," she shrieked, tears falling down her cheeks, "I gave up everything, because I trusted you. Now I have nothing, not even the consolation prize of survival."

She finally stopped fighting, shaking with sobs. He released his hold on her, pulling her into his arms and holding her until she quieted.

"I-I am sorry," he said,his voice rough with emotion,"I do not wish to see you die."

Taking her chin in his hand he tilted her head up to meet his gaze before leaning in and kissing her. Despite her anger she found herself returning the kiss, the rest of the world falling away. 

"Where will you go?" She asked, when they had pulled apart

"I will go home," he replied, tucking her hair behind her ear, " I have... new duties."

"I guess this is goodbye then," she said softly, " I wish you would take my advice; go be a nomad, go be a merc, feed cats. Anything but staying with these people."

He sighed,pressing a kiss to her forehead, " We have both chosen our path, I am afraid. I will not forget you."

She kissed him once more, arms wrapped around his neck as she did her best to commit the feel of him to memory before slipping out of his arms. Grabbing her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and headed toward the exit, pausing at the doorway before turning to take one last look.

"Goro," she said, her voice wavering, "take care of yourself, or I'll haunt you, I swear."

He gave her a sad smile and nodded, " I feel that you will haunt me regardless."

Two days later

"Takemura, come in."

Goro entered the room, stopping to give a deep bow to the man standing before him.

"Arasaka-sama," he said, " you wished to see me?"

Saburo Arasaka watched him from across the massive marble desk from behind the eyes of his youngest son, hands folded atop the desk's surface.

"You spoke to the thief?"

Goro nodded, bristling internally,"Yes, Arasaka-sama."

"I see," he rose to his feet, straight backed and steady as he came around to stand in front of him, "and did she accept our offer?"

"She did not." He admitted, lowering his eyes

"Unfortunate. It would have been interesting, to see what tales her engram had to tell," Saburo said absently, "she did not wish to live?"

"She is...a proud woman," he replied carefully, " Silverhand seems to have poisoned the idea of Mikoshi in her mind."

Saburo shrugged, " No matter. The thief is insignificant and will be gone in time."

Goro felt his jaw clench in anger before he could stop himself. Of course Saburo noticed,a ghost of a smile crossing his face.

" Ah," he said, "perhaps not so insignificant after all."

"Arasaka-sama I-"

" Do not lie to me Takemura," he silenced him with a wave of his hand, "did you think I would not find out?"

Knowing better than to argue, Goro kept silent, mentally cursing his slip in composure. Of course they had been watched.

"I do not say this to shame you," Saburo continued, " she is a beautiful woman and showed me respect. I do not begrudge you comfort in this cursed city, but I wonder; is your loyalty unaffected?"

Goro snapped to attention, meeting his master's eyes.

"My loyalty is to you and to your family," he said, " everything I am, I owe to you."

The two men looked at each other for a beat before Suboro nodded, patting him on the shoulder.

"Good. Would that I had been blessed with as dutiful son as you. You are dismissed, Takemura."

"Arasaka-sama."

With another deep bow, he left the room, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the door closed behind him, relaxing slightly as he made his way down the hall and toward the elevator.

Goro had followed Saburo Arasaka all his life, but since his return he elicited  feelings in him that he was unused to: doubt and unease. A deadly combination for anyone intent upon keeping their job, or their life, in this new climate.

#Cyberpunk 2077 #otp:new tricks #Jenaè Valentine #goro takemura

[dirty-droid]

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP, please!

FUCK YEAH

It can't be anything other than Brotherhood, I honestly thought I was done working on the Corruption series, that my muse had left, that I just wasn't going to be able to finish it and maybe I wasn't going to be writing much anymore at all, but I got a lovely serial commenter who spurred me back into it and now I'm even hoping and planning to go above and beyond.

It honestly feels like it's my masterpiece, it's something new that I am bringing to the fandom, as the Hankconkus OT3 is pretty underground, so I'm very proud of myself for putting an entire long ass chapter fic out there. PLUS I've put at least 13,000 words into chapter 4 alone, which feels fucking insane, I'm honestly dumbfounded about it still, especially because it's not done yet?? Someone pinch me.

And honestly I think a lot of it is some of the best writing I've done, I'm not the same guy I was when I started posting on AO3, I've got my head so much more on my shoulders now.

I've got so many little characterization things that I stumbled upon that I think are really clever, (has anyone ever had Markus be sensitive about his knees being touched in a fic before? Man lost his fucking legs at the knees, don't push his legs back like that, don't trigger my boy). Like I'm not going to say that it's not still clumsy, I don't think I'm ever going to post something that isn't, but it's always worth the mortifying ordeal of being seen.

It still just makes me fucking feral, Hank and Connor and Markus all coming together and getting things they didn't know they needed, becoming so much stronger together, balancing each other out, providing more support than any of them could get from only one of them.

Actually, the entire corruption series has evolved even further, after Brotherhood, I want Connor to start experimenting with his sexuality and his comfort zone outside of the little sci fi age play program I gave him, and start attempting sexual interaction totally sober, no training wheels. Poor boy has a panic attack planned for him, trying to give himself pleasure in front of his lovely boyfriends, feeling as though he doesn't deserve pleasure, or attention or affection. That he wasn't made for it and it wasn't made for him... And Markus can help walk him out of that in a way that Hank can't. Maybe by interface, but also just because I think it is so beautiful that Connor could be so loved by both of the men who helped him choose deviancy and a life for himself, they saved him and they're saving him everyday.

It's just so fucking sweet and also at some point, he'll finally lose his virginity with both of his lovers, and he'll be able to enjoy it completely. And Markus gets sloppy seconds because fuck that's hot and also anal double penetration and of course Connor eventually gets a vag and Markus and Connor fuck about him placing the order in Markus' office and when it arrives they show it to Hank together and MORE double penetration... Listen, Hank is just a lucky guy, these dudes keep him busy and on his toes, he loves feeling needed and a couple of very intense robots who just got feelings sometimes just need a set of hairy old man tits to scream into it, what else would he possibly be doing if not providing that?

Thank you so much for asking!!!

#You know I could probably go on but I have to go do my job now and that's probably more than enough 🤣 #dean talks to himself #ask game #hankcon #hankus #rk1k #hankconkus

[jiangcyan]

In honor of this wip Wednesday I give you another snippet from my sangcheng fic, which i'll hopefully finish sooner rather than later 😵‍💫

Being convinced to go down to the village a second time in a day just to get the fruit Huaisang craved had to be a sign of impending insanity. And no, Huaisang’s big, brown eyes had nothing to do with that.

Observing with a critical eye the fruit seller arrange his loquats in a small pile next to a worrying amount of ripe pears, Jiang Cheng instantly knew he would pay those yellow fruits much more than they were worth.

He was terrible at haggling, as Huaisang was aware. Despite that, he had still insisted for Jiang Cheng to be the one to go buy him his darned loquats, going as far as lying to Jiang Cheng's face, saying that he was just as terrible as him. When Jiang Cheng had reminded him that he had witnessed his bargaining skills back when he had bought his first rolls of fabric, Huaisang hadn’t missed a beat and replied that fabrics were completely different from fruits, and he had no idea of how much some loquats were supposed to cost.

Jiang Cheng could kind of believe that.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and asking his ancestors to give him strength, he traipsed closer to the fruit seller stand, wary of the gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes when he caught sight of a potential new client.

“Come, come! Come see what good fruit Zheng Mo has to sell!” he cajoled. “The sweetest pears in the region, coming straight from my father-in-law's orchard!” Jiang Cheng didn’t know one could look so proud about some fruit. When the man saw Jiang Cheng’s gaze stray towards the loquats, he smiled so big all his crooked teeth were on show. “I see my friend here has refined taste! Here, here,” he said, handing Jiang Cheng one of the smallest fruits, “try it and tell me if they’re not the best you’ve ever had! I picked them myself!” he added with some pride. Taking the proffered fruit, Jiang Cheng peeled it and bit into it, humming at the sweet, slightly sour taste that exploded on his tongue.

“They’re decent,” he admitted, popping the last of it in his mouth and letting the seeds fall to the ground. “But I’ve had better.”

“Ah, you wound me! What better, there are no loquats finer than this, only the gods know anything tastier! Here, I’ll make you a good price for them, uh?” he continued, starting shoving them by the handfuls into a paper bag. “Five pennies a bag, uh? Here, here, take it!”

“Five pennies? I won’t give you more than three.”

“Three? Now, don’t be so hasty. Four, and I’ll add one pear.”

“Two pears.”

“Two pears, done!”

Sending Jiang Cheng off with his little bag of loquats and two pears, the fruit seller told him to come back anytime, that he would save his best produce for Jiang Cheng to buy.

Ah, Jiang Cheng had definitely been ripped off.

Walking aimlessly around the market stands, Jiang Cheng grabbed one of the two pears and started eating into it, begrudgingly admitting that, for all of his boasting, the fruit seller had not been wrong and his fruit was, indeed, quite good. He was looking into a new mat for Jin Ling when a few words he wasn’t able to ignore caught his ears and diverted his attention from what the seller was telling him about her products.

“I heard he’s a destitute concubine. His master sent him off because he caught him stealing!”

“I would have never thought! Ah, but finding someone else to exploit didn’t take him long, did it? I should have imagined.”

“Yes, yes. And to live with an alpha, unmarried… It’s really too shameful!”

“Sir, are you gonna buy this or not?”

Attention back on the task at hand, Jiang Cheng nodded, mouth tight. He handed the woman her money and, grabbing the mat with more force than strictly necessary, stalked as far away as possible from the gossiping women before he committed something he would probably regret later.

#wip wednesday #sangcheng #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #mdzs

[nohoney]

you like your girls insane

notes: wow i actually finished one of my wips before the end of the year, i am both shocked and pleased with myself. this piece actually drew inspiration from toga’s backstory which i adore by the way and partly from watching seasons 2 and 3 of You, Victoria Pedretti honestly had my heart as Love and was perfect to me! a bit darker i think that i usually go but as always, minors dni for dark themes

warnings: 18+, Pro Hero/Villain(?) Touya, established relationship, slightly toxic dynamics, cheating/infidelity, mention of branding, blood, torture (not explicitly described), murder (not explicitly described), semi-rough sex, low key yandere vibes, possessiveness

words: 11.6k

summary:

You look back at him and you’re happy, you’re feeling like yourself and not at all the repressed persona you’ve put on for the world, Touya lets you be you. You’re so dazzlingly beautiful  when you finally have the opportunity to be yourself, your eyes are clearer and your smile bigger and you just exude joyfulness and relief and delight.

“Do I look pretty Touya?” you ask him as if you were a bashful girl on a first date for the very first time. “Am I pretty?”

He reaches a hand out to help you climb out the bed and holds you tight against his body. “You’re the most beautiful girl, you’re my doll. You’re mine.”

Todoroki is a household name known by everyone in the hero world, Endeavor setting the path for his offspring, his youngest and oldest son that followed along his path to also become a Pro Hero. He’s proud of all his children and their accomplishments, but it’s a silent agreement within the family that he’s particularly proud of Shouto and Touya for following in his footsteps. He’s retired happily and watching his boys make their own way in the hero world. Their flames are a direct reflection of their father’s quirk, burning hot and bright and strong.

Touya used to be somewhat of a problem hero, not because he was bad at what his father raised him to be but the reputation of his personal life captured the attention of everyone. The hearts he loved to break, the outlandish things he says simply because he can, the attitude he flaunts because he knows that he won’t get much repercussions from his actions. He’d been a smug bastard when he broke into the hero charts at his debut, but all of that changed when he had met his pretty little girlfriend.

The story was that he rescued her from someone that kidnapped her, that he saved her just before her kidnapper was going to hurt her, but the assailant committed suicide before Touya even had the chance of attempting to subdue and bring him in.

It was a traumatic experience for you, his girlfriend, so much so that it ended up bringing the two of you close together and you saw him as your hero.

Funny enough as soon as he had settled into a relationship with you, all of the scandals that Touya loved to incite had stopped. He had become more well spoken and more mindful of his actions, though it’s not to say he didn’t get a little cheeky every so often for the press just for old time’s sake. You had helped him mature, paparazzi photographing your dazzling smile when you and Touya were spotted out together in public. There was a lot of speculation about your relationship to Endeavor’s oldest son but everything was kept under wraps; the Todoroki family knows how to protect their privacy when they really want to, and you and Touya seemed to live in your own little bubble from everyone else. You were the envy of many girls and women everywhere for being the object of Touya’s affection, that you had taken away his single status and therefore the fantasy that he was available to anyone.

You were unbothered by Touya’s many devoted fans because all that mattered was that Touya wanted to be with you and that only his opinion and attention mattered. His fangirls didn’t matter, the paparazzi and nosy photographers didn’t matter, no one but you and Touya in your own little world. To the outside world, you were Touya’s pretty little girlfriend that he had rescued and you fell in love with him and he fell for you.

To Touya, he knows what you really are.

Are you soft and sweet with the most pretty moans and tinkling laugh he’s ever heard? Yes, yes you are.

But you’ve got a side to you that has to stay hidden, another persona that gets his loins excited and what made him intrigued in you in the first place. And while he likes when you’re soft and sweet when the two of you are in bed after intense lovemaking or when you sit down with his parents for dinner and talk of plans of eventual marriage, he loves when you’re actually yourself for him. Because he’s grateful for the real you that uncovered a part of himself that he would have never realized on its own.

You awakened a side of him that he had never known about himself and it was all thanks to you.

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“… Police are still connecting the string of murders of young women within the area. The methods to the girls deaths are by multiple stab wounds but with no weapon found nor DNA found on the bodies of the victims. The ages of the girls are all within their lower to upper twenties, all of them unrelated to one another but the killer appears to stay within a certain district to choose their victims.” The newscaster announces on the television as Touya dresses himself in his civilian wear. He’s half listening to the report and thinking of the errands he needs to run before going back to his private home that Endeavor had built for his eldest son. He says nothing as hands touch his back from behind, drawing down his spine and a sigh lifts through the air to his ears. The lacing of his boots requires more attention and he wonders where he can stop by to pick up for dinner.

“This was really fun… when do I get to see you again?”

It’s not your voice and it gets on Touya’s nerves a little but he’s sure to keep a straight face when he looks back at the random woman he picked up from… he doesn’t even know where. He just knows how to sneak without it rousing any suspicion from camouflaged paparazzi; he has to be on the down low lest it blow up into the tabloids. Since you came along, his reputation has been carefully crafted to a settled down man that is now a far cry from the heart breaking boy he used to be. And that still has to be kept up, no matter the circumstances because you made his life better.

“Yeah… let’s do it tomorrow? Same place and time?” Touya says as he finished up lacing his boots. His jacket was thrown onto the floor and he gets up from the bed, picks it up to dust it off and puts it on. “I got something special planned for tomorrow, just for you.”

An excited gasp and a happy little giggle.

It irritates Touya but he goes through this.

“Gotta be on my way. I would say wear something nice tomorrow but… it’s not really gonna matter.” Touya winks before he shuts the door behind him. Whatever person out there designed love hotels, Touya wishes he could give his personal thanks to that smart motherfucker. The hood to his jacket is pulled over his head, a face mask, and sunglasses put on to cover his identity. Touya walks through several alleyways, looking nondescript as he passes by several people in most unoccupied alleys before he makes it back to the main street where crowds of people still walk in the lively shopping and dining area.

He blends in seamlessly amongst the crowd, they’re all unknowing that Endeavor’s oldest son is among them.

The first stop is a shop that he had something special bought just for you and he intended to surprise it with you tonight. The sales associate practices discretion in giving Touya’s purchase to him and is careful to not draw attention to him while he’s in the store. Touya checks the gift himself to make sure that it’s going to be to your liking before finalizing it. It’s wrapped in a pretty box with a simple bow for you to pull at and let the satin fall away easily.

The gift was important to get but the most important stop is getting food, tonight was supposed to be his night to choose what would be to eat for dinner. He promised you that he’d be home a certain time and he knows that he’ll be just a teeny bit late due to his activities and that no doubt you will be found seething with irritation. He can deal with your irritation and your attitude at his tardiness since it was nothing new, what was important was securing the food and your gift.

Touya carries the takeout and your gift back to the home he shares with you. “Babydoll, I’m back home now.”

There’s a crisp ‘shh!’ that comes from the kitchen and Touya thinks that for a minute that you were shushing him but he realizes that it’s not your voice; it’s actually the sound of a knife blade being sharpened. He walks to where he knows you are and finds you at the kitchen countertop, busy with a knife against a sharpening stone and your eyes set in concentration. Your attention is gained when Touya approaches the kitchen island and set his items down on the top.

“Welcome home Touya, did you have fun tonight?” you welcome him stiffly while keeping your eyes on the knife. It glints against the warm kitchen light and you know you’ve done enough on the block, having polished and reformed its edges long enough for a while but the simmering anger that you’ve been trying to keep in check needed something to concentrate on. “Did you have fun leaving me waiting for you?”

Touya sighs as he comes up behind you and presses his front to your back, grasping your hands in his to stop your motions. “I’m not late, I came home exactly when I said I would (Name). It’s just a few minutes past, you need to loosen up a little.” he tells you but presses kisses to your temple to placate you and keep your anger from boiling over. Truthfully Touya does like pushing your buttons every so often but he knows when to tease you and when not to. “Don’t be upset babydoll, I brought a gift for you.”

You roll your eyes and move out of his hold so that you can glare up at him. “A gift isn’t going to change that I know you fucked another girl behind my back again.” you huff out as you cross your arms over your chest. “You’re so shameless, do you even care about me at all?”

Touya snorts but approaches you carefully, he likes to see the fire in your eyes when you look like you want to kill him. It makes his cock twitch in his pants but he knows better to not offer it right now, at least not with that kitchen knife so close by you. He tips your head up to look at him and offers you his most sincere smile. “Why would I be ashamed? I like what we do, I like this about us.”

Still you’re unconvinced and huff out again, slapping his hand away from you and leaning against the kitchen countertop.You’re stubborn but Touya is unrelenting as he tucks his hand into your yours, forcing your arms to uncross and takes you to the pretty box that sits right there just for you. The label does not go unnoticed by you and you seem to visibly relax a little at the gift; he knows that you’re a sucker for a high end designer name. He’d shower you in anything you wanted whether it was jewelry, shoes, skincare, or his cum. Because you were the best thing to happen to him and he’d give anything to keep you beside him, he was not in lack of money due to an inheritance in line for him along with the revenue he makes already. Money was no issue and Touya knew that the spoiling is what partly rooted you to him especially since you admitted that you hadn’t grown up with much compared to his well taken care of childhood.

You stand by the gift and delicately pull at the bow, the satin coming undone easily and it shines so prettily under the light of the kitchen. The top of the box is lifted with the tissue paper pushed aside and inside is a pretty white dress, the softness of the linen glides beneath the tips of your fingers as you pet the collar of the dress. You adore the lace trim and the pleating detail at the bodice, your sour mood from before forgotten briefly as you hold the shoulders of the dress and lift it up from the box to see how long it is. The dress is pulled from its packaging and instead of the usual short little numbers Touya frequently fills your closet with, this dress is a bit longer and just stops above your knees.

It’s quite innocent as opposed to the things Touya usually asks you to wear.

“You like it doll? I thought I’d change it up and get something different.” Touya asks but he knows that you adore what he got for you. One of the many things he can brag about is his good taste and how well he’s pegged your sense of fashion.

“I love it Touya, you really remembered when I saw this in the window when we went out the other day. I hate it when you’re so sweet to me.” you say as you hold the dress up against your body and examine how it looks fully. “… Just ‘cause you bought me this doesn’t excuse what I know what you did by the way.”

Ah back to the subject before, he knew that the dress would only capture your attention for so long.

“Wear it for me tomorrow doll, I set up a date for us.”

“You are such a shameless fuck.” you say it but there’s not much malice or anger behind your words. “Do you get off on making me like this? Do you like being a bastard just to do all this to me?”

There it is, that excitement that drew him into you and made him fall over you. You have that little glint in your eye when he does this, coming home smelling like another girl and not bothering to hide his infidelity. It does make you angry but you’re so controlled at it that he’d think that you actually didn’t care but he knows that you do. Touya knows how to make it up to you every single time though and sometimes adds in something a little extra just to sweeten you up. You call him a shameless fuck but he only became that way because of you so really you’re the one to blame for all this.

You’re the one to blame for the person he’s become.

Touya moves to the takeout and removes the takeout containers from the plastic bag, the smell of one of your favorite restaurants permeates through the air and he hides the smug smile that wants to come onto his face as he sees you eye the food. He knows that you’re irritated from him cheating again but it’s also part hunger that attributes to your attitude. There’s no other experience in the world than soothing your girlfriend’s anger by giving her food. You did wait patiently for him to come home after all and he delivered on the promise of bringing back something.

He never thought of himself as a guy that would settle down with anyone, at least not for the long term. Touya liked being selfish before and catering only to himself but since you came along, you’ve changed him into someone that likes to spoil someone else. There really is a joy in taking care of someone else, gifting them with things just because he knows that you’d love it, and he likes that he takes care of you. With you, Touya does imagine marriage in the future when the both of you are ready and he wants to a good husband to you.

You really have changed him for the better and for the worst.

The dress is set back inside the box again while dinner is eaten at the dining table.

The only sounds are the clinking of the cutlery against the dinnerware and food being chewed.

There’s still tension in your shoulders even though your face is relaxed.

“You should be excited for our date tomorrow, I know I am.” Touya tells you as he scoops more food onto his plate. “It’s been a while since this last happened.”

“And what if I don’t show up then? How would you feel if I didn’t?” you ask these questions as if it were threat that you really wouldn’t show up for the plans Touya set up. “You ever think about that?”

Touya knows that you wouldn’t pass this up, he knows what you’re really like beneath those sweet doe eyes of yours and that you’re just itching to unleash tomorrow. But he does like to play and knows how to goad you, he knows how to draw out the real you when he sees that you’ve put on that innocent front for too long. He only does what he does so that you can relax and just be yourself just for him. You really are the sweetest thing he’s ever met in his life but god you are also the sickest.

He loves that about you.

“You’re not answering me Touya.”

Ah, he was so caught up in admiring you that he almost forgot.

He merely shrugs his shoulders and tells you, “It’s up to you if you don’t want to, I know I can’t make you show up to something if you don’t want to go. Just means that you’ll be sitting here pretty for me until I get back again ‘cause I’m still gonna go.”

Your eyes flick towards him and your jaw tenses. “How many times with this new one?”

“Three times.” Touya answers honestly.

“Asshole.”

“You love me.”

“I should kill you.”

“You could.”

“I’m fuckin’ serious Touya, I can kill you.”

“Yeah baby, you can but you won’t.”

You would never and he knows that you would never, who else could you run to and give you what he gives you? Who else would indulge in the sick and twisted part of you all while making sure you live in comfort and luxury? Who else would accept you wholly as you are and still be able to keep you in check? You’re right when you say you could kill him but no one else is like Touya who adores you so deeply and has dug so deep in your heart that you couldn’t rip him out even if you tried.

He’s your everything and he’d do anything for you.

The plate you were eating off of is clean of food and pushed away. You look towards Touya and ask, “Dessert?”

“In the bag.”

True to his word, there’s two containers of your favorite dessert from where Touya ordered. “These are both mine, you don’t deserve it.”

Touya chuckles and continues to eat off his plate. “I won’t take my portion if you say you’re going to show up tomorrow.”

“You know that I will, why would I not show up?” you scoff as you open the container but then sigh happily at your favorite part of a meal. Sweetness bursts on your tongue when you take a bite and you practically swoon, a soft mumble of ‘so delicious’ whispers past your lips before you take another bite. “What time?”

He informs you of the location and time of the date he set up, finally getting up to wash up the plates in the sink. “Wear the dress babydoll, I got it just for tomorrow.”

“Oh so I’m only going to get one use out of it huh.” you say before biting into your dessert again. “If you weren’t from a rich family I would tell you to be more careful with your money. Buying something so expensive only for it to be used once is such a waste. You need to be more mindful of your finances. If I had money like you, I wouldn’t spend so audaciously.”

“You say that as if you aren’t apart of my family.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, you’ve already been apart of my family for a while so that makes you rich too.” Touya tells you as he finishes washing up the dishes. “I’m gonna put a ring on that finger of yours one day when it’s the right time. But you’re my family (Name), everything about you and who are you is mine.”

You finish off eating the first container of dessert and pick up the second one. “Don’t sweet talk me, I’m still mad at you.”

“Save that energy for tomorrow, you know you’ll need it.”

You jab your fork into the dessert and present a piece of it in front of your boyfriend. “Only one bite, that’s all you get.”

“You’re the sweetest.”

“And you’re the worst.”

He loves this banter with you, it actually makes him feel tender and warm and this weird domestic life that he thought he would hate feels so right with you. He’s grateful for the single bite of dessert you allowed him to have and he’s grateful for you for coming into his life. Touya means it when he says that he’s going to marry you but in the meantime he wants to focus on the now. The excitement of tomorrow has him all abuzz and he hopes that he’ll get enough rest for the night. “I’ve got a half day on patrol but then a meeting for a few hours after it. I’ll text you when I’m on my way to the place. It shouldn’t take long to set everything up.”

“Sure but I just have one request.”

“Anything for you doll.”

You hold up the satin ribbon that decorated the box and drop it in Touya’s hand after he wipes his hand dry of the dishwater. “Make some use of this tomorrow, it’ll make me happy.”

“I like making you happy.”

“Only after you get me mad first, you dick.”

Touya only leans forward to kiss your cheek and carefully tucks the ribbon into his pants pocket. He wants nothing more than to fuck you on the kitchen countertop, just feels like he has to have you right then and there but you sashay away with the second dessert and tell him you’re going to eat on the terrace. You are still mad at him after all so he lets you have your space for the meantime as he goes to the living room where his phone is.

The tv plays in the background with the volume on low as Touya talks on the phone with his mother, a commercial playing into between news segments that doesn’t have his attention. The news comes back on just as you enter the living room and plop down on the couch, curling up against the seat cushions first and then pulling the throw blanket over your legs to keep you warm. Touya’s eyes catch the brief news headline on television as he listens to Rei speak from her end about the next upcoming family dinner she wants to host. As for you, you watch the television intently as the newscaster brings up the next report.

It’s the report of the murdered women again in the city district, warnings cited that women should not attempt to walk alone and to be on alert for their safety. The chief of police is making statements about the string of murders and that he promises that the gruesome killings of the young women will end and that the killer will be brought in. Tension is in your shoulders as you watch the news report and your hands slowly clench the blanket but Touya is quick to be by your side, using his free hand to tilt your head up to look at him and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay doll, nothing is going to happen to you.” he murmurs while putting his phone on mute for a few seconds as his mother continues to talk.

“Promise?” you look up at him, delicately moving his hand so that you could lean your cheek in his palm. He knows that you’re not actually scared but you lean into the part of a frightened damsel, “Nothin’s gonna happen to me?”

“I promise, not while I’m all around.”

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Touya’s learned from an early age to wake up early in the mornings and you’ve begrudgingly synced with his schedule, usually taking some time to just talk to one another before he has to get up and start getting ready. Your legs are tangled in one another and he holds you close, his fingers playing with the strap of your negligee as you and him make small talk. “You know your mom wants you to stop dying your hair, she told me.” you inform Touya while your fingers trace the ridges of his abdominals. “She misses your natural hair.”

“I know she does, but I like having this dark look. I think it makes me look badass.” Touya chuckles but does silently note that maybe he’ll remove the dye more towards the end of the year, perhaps closer to Christmas so that it makes Rei happy. “What do you think?”

“I think you look fine, I’m sure your parents are relieved that you took all those piercings out of your face.” you chuckle and snuggle further into Touya’s arms. You were given credit for his outward physical appearance too, Endeavor’s eldest son debuting with piercings on his ears, his nose, eyebrows and his lips and after meeting you the majority of his face jewelry was removed save for his double helix on both his ears and one nostril piercing he decided to keep. He now looked more cleaned up since you came along. “Makes you stand out a little less.”

Touya hums nonchalantly.

“You got everything ready right?” you ask, lifting your hand and Touya links his fingers in between the spaces of yours. “Everything is set?”

Touya nods his head, glancing down towards you and noses against your temple. He’s excited for tonight and can’t wait at all but he has to keep his cool for the entirety of the day, still has to wear the mask and uniform of a hero until tonight. At least you get to hole up at home unlike him, you don’t have to face anyone out there for your obligations because you don’t have any for the day. Touya likes that he’s made your life comfortable and that he provides for you, something he didn’t ever think that was possible for himself.

Reluctantly the time comes for Touya to start getting ready for his day and you simply roll over in bed to continue to sleep. By the time Touya has his bag packed, you already drifted off to sleep and he pulls the cover over you after kissing the top of your head. The dress he bought for you is hanging in the closet and he knows that it’ll look gorgeous on you tonight.

Usually he likes to take his own car to work but today, he calls on his father’s driver to pick him up from his home outside the gate. He’s an old gentleman that’s worked for the family for a long time and has seen Touya from when he was a baby to the grown man he is now. Small talk is made between the two of them until Touya is dropped off the agency and waves off the chauffeur, securing the bag on his shoulder before entering in. He’s greeted warmly by sidekicks, fellow pros, and the other staff as he makes his way through the building.

In the locker room as Touya gets changed into his uniform, he feels the presence of one of the pros that joined with him recently. A younger guy, just by a few years, but he’s got speed and skill that impresses him. Blond hair and bright red wings are in his peripherals and Touya turns his head to greet him, “Hawks, the early bird as usual.”

“Mornin’ senpai, you seem in a chipper mood today. Got something planned?” Hawks says as he starts to change out of his civilian clothes into his hero clothes. “Date night with your pretty lady?”

“Nothing big, just something low key for us.” Touya answers lightly but is slightly unnerved by Hawks. He knows that he’s keeping himself under wraps that no one else notices, that he’s not acing any different at all, but there has always been something about Hawks that makes him incredibly perceptive to the people and world around him. It’s what makes him a great hero and what makes Touya keep him at arm’s length. “You could stand to go on a few dates yourself.”

“I suppose so since you gave up the single man mantle then it could be my turn. Maybe I’ll get lucky like you and pick up something pretty when I’m recusing someone.” Hawks engages in the banter as he quickly dresses himself, his locker shut and already getting started for the day.

The day passes by in such a blur that Touya barely registers it, only really gaining his reality back as he undoes the tie around his neck after leaving a meeting in regards to the current cases that are still unsolved by the agency and the updated crime statistics. He leaves through the backdoor of the agency after disguising himself, not needing to be recognized as he walks the streets among the civilians again.

The closer Touya gets to his destination, the more excited he becomes.

He checks the time and sees a text from you informing him that you’re getting ready at the moment. For now he doesn’t respond back and continues to walk towards his destination: the love hotel he was at just the day before. With his bag still tucked securely by his side, Touya sees the girl he was with just the day before waiting by the entrance. She waves her hand and smiles at him, he returns it simply for formalities sake because after tonight he won’t ever see her again.

Cash payment to secure the room for the night and he chooses a plain room with no theme, he thinks that kind of thing is cringe and Touya knows that it doesn’t appeal to you either. God forbid he ever choose an ugly room, he would never hear the end of it from you. With the door closed, he quite literally has to control the shake of his hands as he takes off his mask and glasses, and the hood from his jacket pushed off his head. Another text from you that tells him that you’re on your way, it will only take fifteen minutes.

“So how was your day?” he asks just to kill some time, make it seem as if really is interested in this nobody girl he chose. She’s cleaning herself up in the bathroom and leaves a crack in the door open so that she can have a conversation with Touya, completely oblivious as he’s readying himself in the other room and texting you at the same time. When she comes out, he has to play impressed when she comes out wearing a set of black lingerie. It does look nice and he won’t lie this chick does have a bangin’ body but the pretty lingerie isn’t on you and she isn’t you.

“Aw, I told you that it wasn’t necessary for you to wear something nice.” Touya neatly folds his shirt and puts it into his bag. “I told you that it wouldn’t matter if you did.”

“Yeah well, maybe I didn’t listen on purpose.” she’s coy as she comes up to him and hugs her arms around his neck. “Will I get a punishment from you Pro Hero?”

“Something like that.” Touya then directs the girl on the bed, fishes out a pair of metal handcuffs from his back pocket. Thankfully the bed has a headboard for him to link the handcuffs and restrain the bitch, tells her to test it out with just a simple tug. The metal clinks against it but otherwise does not give way, though he doubts this girl is strong enough to free herself. And her quirk isn’t meant for fighting or for being able to call for help so he’s in the clear for any push back that most likely will not happen. “One other thing…”

From his front pocket, he presents the the satin ribbon from your gift yesterday.

“Blindfold?”

“Nah, I want you to see everything. Makes it more special.” Touya says as he silently directs the girl to lift her head up from the pillows and ties it as a gag around her mouth. “Yeah… this’ll do.”

There’s a knock on the door that pulls the girl’s attention and she makes a questioning sound, but Touya is giddy because he knows that it’s you that finally arrived. So he’s happy to let you in, happy to see you wearing the dress he bought for you, and happy to pull you in for a kiss as he brings you into the room and shuts the door.

You pull away from Touya, giggling a little but staying in his embrace. “I missed you…”

“Missed you too babydoll. No one saw you right?” Touya asks you just for his own peace of mind.

“Please, I’ve never been caught before ever.” you scoff as you pull out his embrace and walk towards the bed with the restrained girl on the mattress. You observe her briefly as she looks in question between you and Touya, just a little tilt of your head as your eyes look her up and down. Then you look back at Touya and ask him, “So is this what you’re attracted to now? This is the kind of girl you go for?”

Touya sighs up at the ceiling, knowing that this was coming but he’s always prepared for it.

Every single time.

“Doll, you know that’s not the case. You know that you’re the only one for me okay? We go through this every time and I always come out in the end with you, don’t I?” Touya tells you as he takes your hand and pulls you back to him, swaying a little back and forth as he holds you. “You know that you have nothing to worry about. In fact I do this for you so that you can have your fun, I don’t like seeing you get all stiff when you haven’t done this in a while.”

You roll your eyes and just exhale a breath out. “I know, I know it’s just… she’s too pretty.” you say as you glance over to the girl restrained to the bed and still processing the situation that she’s in. “Did it have to be a pretty one?”

“What, you want me to pick someone ugly?” Touya laughs out.

“Yeah, pick an ugly one next time. Not someone who looks like she could, like, be famous online for being pretty and posting thirst traps and shit.” You pout and glare forward at Touya’s collarbone. “You want me to look like her? Dye my hair that color? Have tits like that too?”

Touya rubs his hand at the small of your back and kisses your forehead to soothe you. “I don’t really wanna pick someone ugly… I want a good picture when I do this too.”

He’s pushed back by you and slapped in the face but Touya’s unbothered by your anger; he stoked it on purpose because he loves seeing you getable riled up. But what he said wasn’t a lie either, no other girl will be as beautiful as you but shit he used to bag nothing but the hot ones before you came along so he’s just used to picking them up. He fights off your slaps and ignores how you call him a son of a bitch, not at all bothered but instead his cock gets hard in his pants and he smiles fondly at you. “Easy babydoll, I love you okay? I love you.”

“Asshole!” you huff at him and stop your assault but still sigh out, “I love you too.”

Looking over to the girl on the bed, you once more observe her from where you stand and cross your arms under your chest. “That’s some sexy lace she’s wearing, you were planning on having some fun beforehand?”

Touya’s at his bag as he answers you, “I told her to not bother with wearing anything nice, I knew that it would be wasted on me but she came like that anyway.”

You step closer towards the head of the bed and lean down just a little, ignoring the muffled whimpers the girl below you gives out. ‘She’s too pretty’ you can’t help thinking to yourself and push some of your hair back behind your ear. You do appreciate the ribbon from yesterday being utilized and it does make you happy that she won’t be able to say a word for her last remaining time here.

Two taps to your shoulder and without looking back, you simply lift your hand and hold the item that is placed into its palm.

A blade flicks out when you press the button and immediately the girl on the bed starts panicking, muffled sounds of distress and her pulling against the handcuffs.

“Relax I won’t touch you at all,” you inform her as you walk back to the foot of the bed and lightly tap the tip of the knife against your collarbone, “but this is still gonna hurt.”

Touya watches as you quickly sink the blade into your right shoulder and through the fabric of the dress but it pulls out clean without any blood. There is no wound that appears on your shoulder, only the rip where the blade penetrated your dress but it’s clean underneath. There is no wound on your shoulder from the knife but the girl on the mattress sports it instead, a surprisingly clean stab wound as fresh blood oozes from the opening.

She’s screaming against the gag and wildly looking down at the stab wound that appeared on her own body instead of yours.

You look back at Touya, expertly spinning the knife between your fingers and ask him if the room was soundproof enough.

“I fucked that bitch to the point she was screaming like she was getting murdered so I think we’re in the clear.”

“Ugh really?” you huff out at Touya and glare at him. “Are you fucking serious Touya?”

“What? You know that I already fucked her, it’s nothing new.” he shrugs his shoulders in answer.

You turn around and put one hand on your hip and gesture the hand holding the knife towards the mattress and point the tip of the blade towards the girl. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you have to word it like that? All you had to say was, ‘Yes it’s soundproof enough baby.’ You didn’t have to spiral into detail about how you fucked her!”

“I did not ‘spiral into detail’, you are exaggerating. And you know what (Name), even if I was vague about it you would either poke or prod me into telling you what it was like or you would make your own assumptions and accuse me anyway.” Touya argues with you but he did word it the way he did purpose to make you upset, that you’re finally shedding that pretty, demure mask you put on when you’re out in the world and he’s happy to see you be that unhinged pretty girl that he first met when he thought you were a hostage. “C’mon doll, you really wanna argue?”

“Fuck you Touya, you took us here! Don’t make me seem like I started this when you know exactly what you are doing! You just enjoy pissing me off, I fuckin’ see you rock hard over there and getting your jollies off of making me like this!” you yell at him, getting wilder and huffing and looking like you just want to kill him and he loves it! “I swear to god Touya, one of these days you really will make me kill you!”

Ah your regular threat but Touya isn’t scared of you, he isn’t scared of you and your quirk which you’re right, you can absolutely kill him with it easily, but it’s never going to happen. “Relax yourself (Name), focus on what’s important. I love you and you love me, we’re walking out this place together.” He eases you with gentle words from where he stands and gestures towards the bed again. “You want something to take your aggression out on? Use that one first and you can ride on this dick next.”

And Touya watches from where he stands and watches you torture that poor girl he picked without ever putting your hands or that knife directly on her body. Your special little quirk that was never recorded in the registry and in your hospital file, your parents thinking that you were without a quirk when you reached that age for it to manifest and therefore they tried to protect you from the world when really the world should be protected by you. You’ve got a terrifying quirk and you’ve utilized it perfectly, perfected your skills and intelligence to never be caught by anyone, playing the part of a quirkless, innocent and helpless girl in this society when in reality you’re so crazy with bloodlust.

You’re his crazy little doll.

His favorite name to call you because of your quirk, transferring pain and injuries inflicted on yourself to others, like a voodoo doll.

Touya fell in love with you instantly, he fell for that wild and giddy look when he first watched you torture the man he thought was your kidnapper. He was wandering the red light district and when he passed by an abandoned building, something to it had called him to enter it. Touya feels that it was the red string of fate that gave him that instinct to search out that building that fateful night, finding you bound to a chair with tape over your mouth. And of course upon seeing a Pro Hero, you played a damsel in distress to be freed. That night he met you felt like such a blur but when he looked at you, there was something about you that was screaming at him to have you.

And he knows that night you could have killed him, because you tried to lose him in the building so that you could sate your bloodlust. But he had found you just in time, hurting yourself enough and transferring that pain onto the man who made the mistake of targeting you. And Touya didn’t watch in shock but rather in fascination, the pure honesty on your face as you tortured the man who kidnapped you without ever needing to get close to him.

He remembers you looking at him and he thought you would do the same thing to him too, and honestly Touya would have been helpless to a quirk that could kill him from afar. Instead you looked down to the erection that Touya did not realize he was sporting and asked him, “You like what you see?”

That night Touya watched you murder a man and awaken a part of him that he felt like he had been denying. Because while being a Pro Hero was great, he got to be just like his father and had a purpose, Touya hated that he had to hold himself back from hurting the assholes he apprehended. That on some level he knew he’d get a thrill burning villains alive but he just couldn’t because heroes don’t kill. He lived vicariously through you, watching and aiding and abetting you all while loving and adoring you at the same time. Because he accepted the way you were instantly and you accepted him, two messed up minds that make the perfect couple.

You’re his perfect half.

Touya watches you finally kill the girl in bed, stained red on the sheets and still dripping fresh. You climb onto the bed, straddling the dead girl on her stomach and the fresh wounds you inflicted on her with your quirk stain your pretty white dress that’s filled with the cuts from the knife you used. He observes how you touch where the pulse is on her neck, checking for sure that she’s dead, and he groans how you smear blood on your cheeks, down your neck and collarbones, down that teasingly low v neckline and gather more to wipe it on your dress.

You look back at him and you’re happy, you’re feeling like yourself and not at all the repressed persona you’ve put on for the world, Touya lets you be you. You’re so dazzlingly beautiful  when you finally have the opportunity to be yourself, your eyes are clearer and your smile bigger and you just exude joyfulness and relief and delight.

“Do I look pretty Touya?” you ask him as if you were a bashful girl on a first date for the very first time. “Am I pretty?”

He reaches a hand out to help you climb out the bed and holds you tight against his body. “You’re the most beautiful girl, you’re my doll. You’re mine.”

He doesn’t care about your bloody hands as you reach up to touch his cheek. He’s sure that the adoration you have in your eyes reflects his own, you’ve told him before that he’s got intense eyes just like his father but there’s a glint in them that isn’t inherited from either of his parents. No that glint in his eyes is because of you, the credit all goes to you and he loves you for it. When he leans down to kiss you, the world falls apart and everything feels right for him. That where is now is exactly where he is supposed to be and there’s no where else Touya would rather be than with you.

Touya leads you to the connecting bathroom to wash you up, he starts up the shower to bring it to the right temperature while you take the time of taking your dress off. It drops to a heap on the floor and you sigh at your own appearance in the mirror, admiring your reflection but hating the feel of blood beginning to crust brown on your skin as it dries. Touya brought a small bag of your toiletries knowing how unwilling you are to use the soaps and shampoos provided by the hotels you stay at.

You’ve made Touya into someone that gets off on watching you torture and kill people, completely against the credo of a hero, but also into this caring man that he never thought he could be. He shows it on how he washes you off, the temperature of the shower exactly to your liking even though it’s just a touch too hot for him. He’s gentle in how he cleans you up, makes sure not to miss a single spot as he rubs a washcloth over you that has your favorite body wash lathered into the fabric. Taking care of you has become part of his purpose in life and Touya wouldn’t wish he had a different life at all because this is perfect.

When you’re washed clean, you’re moved to the tub that’s filled with clear, warm water. The water sloshes in the porcelain as you ride Touya’s cock, hips moving sensually as you keep your hands braced on the edge and soft little moans spill from your lips. “Your dick always feels bigger in me whenever we do this.” you giggle as you grind yourself in his lap. “You always gets so excited when this happens.”

“And you, doll, are always wetter and tighter when this happens.” Touya shoots back. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, feeling your soft mound and can’t help slapping it a little just to watch it jiggle from the impact. Your pussy clenches briefly around him and you still concentrate on your movements. Soft words echo into the bathroom, words like ‘I love this’ and ‘I’m so happy’ are a complete opposite from your activities from before. But what happened in the bedroom stays there and what’s happening in the tub is what’s more important now.

Touya sometimes wonders if you can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at you, because he can certainly see yours.

You’re spearing yourself on his cock, more aggressive as the water in the tub begins to slosh over the edge and onto the white tiles of the bathroom. Your head thrown back and eyes to the ceiling, you’re losing yourself on him and thinking back to the girl you just killed. The adrenaline of the kill spikes in you and instead of sensual, you want to get fucked as meaningless as Touya did to that girl. “How’d you fuck her? Better not have fucked her like you liked her.”

“Course not doll, would never…” Touya groans.

“Show me how you fucked her.”

And the flip switches per your command, Touya lifts you off his cock and turns you around to be put on your hands and knees. You brace the edge of the tub as your hips are pulled back, exhaling shakily as his thick cock breaches you from behind. Being with Touya feels like coming home, being able to unwind and let your shoulders pop as tension is lifted away and you become enraptured in your own little world with him. You curse quietly at first as he sets the pace behind you, a slow tempo at first and it irritates you because you know that he did not fuck that other girl soft like this. But when you turn your head back to yell at him, he thrusts forward roughly and the complaint is wiped away and only your sweet moans are fucked out of you.

The water splashes when Touya’s hips meet your ass, watching as the flesh bounces and jiggles with every impact. He fucked that girl the very last time in this position, doggy style and not wanting to see her face so that he could bliss himself out thinking of you. Truth is Touya can’t fuck you exactly how he fucked that girl, there’s too much love there for you, but he can at least fuck you close enough where you get the idea. That it’s impersonal and means nothing, that’s how it always was with those girls before you and the ones he fucks to lead them to their deaths by your hand.

“Ah! Ah f-fuck! Sh-Shit Touya!” you whine and struggle to keep yourself braced against the tub. But you can’t help leaning your chest further down the water, more than half of it sloshed out the tub due to the rigorous fucking, arching your back more for your lover and presenting your ass to him. Touya leans more over you to take advantage of the position, to fuck you in that angle that he knows that you love and his cock can reach inside you and drive you fucking wild until you’re cumming too much that you beg him that you can’t handle it.

Your little sobs turn him on because as much as you loved the power you held with your quirk in that bedroom not too long ago, you love to also relinquish that power over to him every single time when it’s all said and done. You have no means of defending yourself when there’s no weapons for you to grab and use your quirk but there’s no need to, because Touya’s never had to use his quirk on you before.

His fingers touch a part of your hip and feels the differences of a healed scar versus smooth skin.

Scratch that, he’s used his quirk on you once.

Touya pulls out of you and you curse at him, beg for him back inside you but he pulls you up by your bicep, throws down a towel on the floor where the bathtub water splashed over the edge because god forbid either of you fall and break something on wet tile. And he puts you against the bathroom countertop, the edge of it pressed into your lower back as Touya lifts one leg of yours and holds it by the back of your knee. You’re sure to brace your hands on the bathroom marble, your head falling back when Touya sinks himself into you again and your eyes cross for a few seconds.

And he fucks into you, this time you’re like a rag doll as you let Touya unleash his own pent up energy into your cunt. It’s wet and squelching down there, turquoise blue glancing down to the ring of cream around his cock and he hisses out a drawn out, “Fuck…!” You can’t stop gushing for him, your sobs and praise for how good he is fuels him. His eyes are then drawn to the scar on your hip and he touches it delicately at first before grabbing your hand and having you trace the scar that he gave you.

The fucking brand that you begged him to give you after you declared your love for him.

“This’ll show that I’m yours forever.”

His name right there on your hip, burned by a special fire that emitted from his palms and even surprised him. Touya knows that you’re one of a kind to awaken a different fire within him, that you affected him both inside and his quirk as well. You accepted the pain of it, you wanted it after all, crying and gritting your teeth as hot pain seared into your skin. And the wound took a while to heal but you took it like a champ, you had your own light scarring in your skin when you overused your quirk too much but this one you’d love forever.

His name right there on your hip and only for him to see.

Just like how only this side of you is for Touya.

“Look at me right here doll, look at me.” he commands you, his hips unfaltering in pace as he continues to fuck into you. Your head lazily comes forward and you use the arm still braced on the countertop to pull him closer to you, sighing as you’re hiked up against the countertop a little higher and hang onto Touya. “You’re my fucked up little doll, aren’t ya? No one has a clue what goes in that pretty head ‘cept for me.”

“Y-yeah, only you Touya.” you whimper out as you curl your arms around his neck to hold him closer. “‘M the only one for you, I’m yours…”

Such a dreamy sigh from your pretty lips, he almost wanted to kiss you. But Touya encourages you to talk more, he wants to hear all your nasty and heartfelt thoughts about him. He’s the only person you can be one hundred percent honest with no matter what. “I fuckin’ love you Touya, love you… love you so damn much! Wish you weren’t a hero sometimes so tha’ I can keep you inside me—fuck —keep your big cock in me!”

“It’s so fuckin’ soft inside you babydoll, goddamn look at you…” he’s so in awe, all this sentimental and mushy shit that only you bring out in him. Touya’s so lovesick for you that he feels like it’s just not possible for him to fall for anyone else. Your pussy is clenching around him with those velvety, soft walls and gushing wet every time he fucks up into you. When he presses balls deep into you, you ooze for him and cream around his dick that drives Touya wild and makes him feel like he’s going to bust early. Your pussy is like heroin to him, he feels so addicted and doesn’t ever wanna quit being inside you.

Your hand touches the back of his neck and pulls him down for a smothering, messy kiss. The two of you are chasing your highs, doesn’t matter that the your tongues are uncoordinated and your teeth clash a little, neither of you is trying to make this moment beautiful.

It’s raw desire.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re all mine and I’ll kill any motherfucker that wants you.” Touya growls when he pulls away from the kiss and he pummels your insides with his cock. He knows that the likelihood of you leaving is low but he wants feed his own fantasy, satisfy the bloodlust he wishes he could indulge in but can’t. So he talks like this and imagines it in his head, any man that comes near you he incinerates with his flames to stake his claim because there will be no one after him. He’s your end all, the last partner you are ever going to have in your life. “Ya hear me doll, I’d fuckin’ kill for you.”

Such violent words bloom a soft sentiment inside your heart, you hiss out a drawn out ‘Yes!’ and hold Touya tighter and egg him on. “Yeah baby? You’d kill for me? Kill for your babydoll?”

And Touya goes on to describe how he’d kill for you, how he’d torture and maim with his quirk and becomes more feral the more he goes on. He fucks you hard against the countertop that has you scratching and clawing at his back, has you crying and screaming over how good you’re getting fucked. That as rough as it is and almost feels he’s fucking you like he hates you, there’s still love underneath and he could never fuck you as if you were the random whores from back then.

He’s long dropped your leg from his hold and you’ve wrapped it around his hips while your other leg can barely keep you balanced on the ground. You’ve let Touya take control and drink in the desires he wishes that he could fulfill, desires that you’ve been doing for years and were happy to bring Touya along as long as he never betrayed you.

You know he won’t, he’s too in love with you and too in love with fucking your cunt to ever entertain the thought.

Does he piss you off on purpose sometimes? Does he get on your nerves when he gets too teasing? Does he infuriate you that he always chooses beautiful, pretty girls to fuck around with and then let you have your revenge by killing them?

Yes to all of the above.

But Touya cares for you when it’s all said and done, pampers you and croons sweet words to you that he hasn’t said for anyone else, caters to you because no one else could get him so weak the way you make him.

“T-Touya, ‘m gonna cum! Wanna cum for you Touya!” you sob into his neck, the coil inside your tummy growing tighter and waiting to release.

“Fuckin’ hold it, not yet!” Touya growls, “You cum when I tell you to, understand?”

Your curse at him and tell him that you could kill him for ordering you around like that because you’re not used to being told to hold back your orgasms on command. Nevertheless you do listen to him and try to hold on the best you can. Although when Touya bites down hard on your neck, you transfer the pain over to him and he feels it instead and it makes his hips stutter into you and almost cums on the spot.

“Spiteful bitch!” Touya cusses you out. He lifts you to fully sit on the countertop and roughly pushes you back that makes the back of your head slam against the mirror but thankfully no cracks against it. Your legs are roughly spread open after you’re pulled towards Touya with your ass hanging off the edge, his cock thrusts into you without any warning and your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

“P-Please Touya, jus’ wanna cum for you!” you whimper. Your hands find his on your hips and you grasp his wrists needing to feel a sense of security as he roughly fucked you. He’s got his hand over the scar on your hip, his name, and you just feel the barest brush of his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. No matter how hard Touya fucks his cock into you, there’s always that barest touch of love that is there.

Touya shakes off your hand on his wrist and directs it to your clit, tells you to touch yourself for him and keep talking.

You’re babbling about your love for him, how good it feels to get his cock in you, you start begging and pleading to just finally let you fall over the edge and just fucking cum already!

It’s overwhelming as you touch your clit coupled with the rough way Touya moves inside you, your pussy is overwhelmed and you choke out, “Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!”

Your body tenses and the peak of your high crashes into you as Touya watches from his point and continues to fuck into your fluttering little hole. He grins like a loon as fluids squirt all over his lower stomach and cock and moves into overtime. “Fuck, goddamn I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard ‘cause of you! You gonna take all this cum, yeah doll? Take it all in that tight, little pussy of yours?” Touya asks you but he knows right now that you’re incapable of speech. You can only muster jittery little nods as you brace your hands on the countertop and the only sounds you make are the moans Touya continues to fuck out of you. “Keep the pain to yourself this time.”

Touya pulls you up enough and hugs you to him so that he can lean down and bite you again. No pain blooms on his shoulder and he’s glad that you listened this time, your legs kicking out in reaction to the pain from his bite. He groans and holds you tight as his cock twitches and finally releases into you, painting you white inside and letting his own tension finally snap.

In the aftermath of an intense orgasm and mind blowing sex, you and Touya just hold each other while you gather your breaths. You turn your head away from Touya’s and look over at the bathroom door, it wasn’t completely shut and you can see just a peek into the bedroom.

It’s gonna be such a bitch to clean all that up.

You and Touya take another bath for actual leisure, sitting across from one another instead of in each other’s arms, you’ve got your legs pulled to your chest while he’s leaning against the tub with one leg propped up and the other stretched towards you. And you two make small talk about how his work was that day and if you did anything at the house, all domestic small talk between a couple, it’s almost as though one of you didn’t just murder someone in the other room and you didn’t fuck the shit out of each other from the adrenaline rush.

And while the two of you are drying off and putting on the spare clothes Touya brought, you look over to him and ask, “So that’s how you fucked her? Exactly like how we did?”

There you go again, looking to start another fight.

“C’mon (Name), you know when my demonstration of how I fucked that rando girl ended and when I started fucking you for us began.” Touya sighs out as he dries his hair with a towel. “Let’s not do this, we had a good time okay?”

When the two of you are dressed in spare clothes, you and Touya look at the dead body in the bed and feel exhausted at the thought of cleaning up. He’s stuffed your tattered dress into his bag to dispose of it later and starts to pull on gloves but then you tell him not to bother. “I can’t stand looking at her face, she’s still way too pretty even though she’s gone now. I want you to burn it, I don’t her to be recognizable.”

“Doll, I can’t burn the body in this room without alerting the entire hotel.” Touya scoffs but the mention of it gets his heart rate going. “We need to be cleaner than that.”

“Then fuck it, burn this entire place to the ground. There’s probably a few rapists or human traffickers in here somewhere that deserve to die.” You shrug your shoulders as you zip up the hoodie that was brought for you. “C’mon, I know you want to. There’s barely any staff here, we can’t filter in and out this room to clean up, and it’ll be so much easier. Even if they do trace the fire back to a quirk user, there’s hundreds of other people out there that can use fire also. Your quirk is not unique Touya, it’s just stronger than everybody else’s.”

Touya puts the gloves back inside the bag and considers it; he had scoped out this hotel just a few weeks ago to get to know the layout and blindspots, routed the best path to not be found and the alternates too. Usually there’s no cameras within proximity of love hotels to keep anonymity and he decides that it would be best if you left the hotel first and be out of range before he joins you.

So he decides ‘fuck it’ and opens his palm, instead of the regular fire that he inherited from Endeavor, a blue flame flicks brightly that reflects his excited emotions.

Meeting you manifested this blue fire that Dabi didn’t know that he had; the blue fire that he used to brand his name into your skin.

“Easy babe, I know you’re excited but that would make this incident stand out even more. Bring it down a level okay?”

You’re right, Touya didn’t tell anyone about this new fire that awakened in him and he didn’t plan on telling anyone about it soon. He’s mulled it over if he should introduce it into his hero work, especially to stand apart from Shouto who inherited both fire and ice from old mom and dad, but he was still iffy.

The bright blue fire is brought down to a glowing orange and red.

Touya has you take the bag after disguising your appearance, tells you which street to meet you at once he’s finished setting the hotel ablaze. The body is the first to burn, as per your request, so Touya makes quick work of going to different corners of the hotel to set it on fire before moving to the exterior. And by the time he meets you at the corner, he ushering you away from the hotel that’s now burning brightly and the most nearby heroes are attempting to put out the flames.

In the backyard of the house, Touya builds a small fire and burns the gifted dress while you sigh sadly at the sight. You watch the fabric curl and burn away, your heart heavy that such a beautiful piece wouldn’t be worn by again you. Touya offers to buy you the same dress again when he sees how upset you are over it but you shake your head and just tell him to not get you something as nice for next time.

“I’m getting cold so I’m gonna head inside, don’t stay out for too long okay?” you tell him before kissing his cheek to go back inside the house. “Love you.”

“Love you too doll, I’ll meet you in there shortly.” Touya says as you walk away. The bag that he brought with him is sitting by his feet and he kneels down to it to fetch a pack of cigarettes that he knows he stuffed in there somewhere. He feels his knuckle bump hard against the knife you had used earlier and pushed it away. And he feels something soft, nothing of yours that he recognizes he packed inside and he unzips the top completely to look in and see what he was touching.

Touya frowns at what he finds.

A single red feather.

He picks it up and holds it in between his thumb and forefinger, looks at it displeasingly. He wonders if he should speak to the feather, knowing that Hawks can interpret the vibrations if he’s close enough. Touya thinks on it before he finally says, “You better watch yourself.”

The red fire is burned away by his blue flame, gone in a matter of seconds and merely ashes that blow in the wind.

And he walks back inside where you sit on the couch with that same throw blanket over your legs just like the other day. The news is playing about the mysterious love hotel fire, the reported number of bodies found so far and the question of how the fire had started in the first place. Touya will tell you about his find later on but not right now, he wants to enjoy the day for what it was and worry about problems tomorrow.

Touya sits next to you and pulls you in to curl against his body, you’re asking what’s for dinner and what could deliver this late at night since neither of you are up for cooking again. You and Touya look the part of a normal couple, living in domesticity and bickering lightly about which takeout would be superior for the evening while mentioning about the upcoming dinner with the parents.

“I still think you could choose someone less pretty next time.” you say over takeout food for the second night in a row.

“Yes babydoll, I’ll keep that in mind.”

For now, Touya can only think how grateful he is to have met you and have you, to be the one to hold you and be the only person to know what your quirk is. He’ll worry about the possibility of what that red feather might have heard but for now, Touya ignores it to keep the peace for the night and to keep you happy.

#dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi smut #dabi #bnha x reader #tw toxic relationship #tw assault #tw blood #tw yandere #tw murder

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Weekly Witcher Fic Recs 3

(I have a lot this week haha) All Your Life (lambert-centric, angst, complete, mature, 1k) Lambert is a parrot. Lambert is a parrot and it’s eating him alive. Lambert is a parrot and there is nothing he can do about it.

Cat in the bag (aiden/coën/lambert, complete, mature, 15k) Aiden gives a cheeky little grin. “I’ll write down the recipe for you once we’ve survived this entire mess.” “If we survive.” Lambert sighs as he shrugs his shirt back on. Their plan does have a reasonable chance of success, true, but the risk is still substantial and a lot of it depends on factors he can’t really control. “We will.” Coën radiates the same optimism and calmness that he displays in the face of almost every adverse situation, something that Lambert has come to rely on more than he sometimes likes to admit. “Well, let’s see it this way – if it goes wrong there is a good chance that all of us will be dead, so not much to worry over, no?” Aiden adds cheerfully. * Coën and Lambert take a contract to protect a king from assassination. A straightforward contract, really - until it turns out that one of the supposed assassins, a Cat School witcher, has decided to go rogue. Now, the three of them have to figure out whether they can trust each other and how to keep both themselves and the king from getting killed.

Crimes Against Gwent (lambert&geralt, complete, teen and up, 2k) Lambert leaps from his chair at the dining table so forcefully that it topples backwards with a loud clatter, and quickly rounds the table to tackle Geralt, bowling him over without any regard to their surroundings. Geralt’s chair tips back with the both of them in it, creaking and then slamming to the wooden floor. The two of them tumble backwards, rolling onto the plush rug in the living room as they grapple with each other. Geralt has the audacity to laugh, full-bellied and genuinely happy, and it makes Lambert squawk indignantly. The older witcher shoots Lambert a grin and Lambert lunges again. or, Geralt “cheats” at gwent.

Following the Thread (aiden/lambert, wip, 25k, explicit) Lambert thinks Aiden is dead, and killing Jad Karadin is just the final step in that journey. That is, until the truth comes running him down. Aiden is very much alive, he's just missing, and Lambert will do anything to find him and to set things right. If they happen to fall in love along the way, no one is complaining.

Hug a Witcher Day (geraskier, complete, teen and up, 14k) Jaskier writes a new song ‘Hug a Witcher Day.’ It gains insane popularity and Geralt finds himself hugged by random strangers on one particular day every year. He doesn’t mind the hugs. And yet, He realizes that Jaskier has never hugged him. Not on that day, not ever. Oh, but Jaskier looks like he gives great hugs. What can a witcher do to get one from his bard?

Leave You Behind (eskel/lambert, complete, explicit, 2k) “I won’t leave you behind, i promise.” He sounded so sincere. Lambert took a deep breath and nodded, steeling himself for Eskel’s inevitable departure. He’d take the lands to the south this year while Lambert headed west. Neither were sure what Geralt would be doing - perhaps he’d be too distracted by destiny to make much of a dent in outstanding contracts at all. ++ It’d taken decades for the two of them to finally get together. And now that Lambert finally had him, he wasn’t sure he could let go

Living Like This (geraskier, teen and up, wip, 9k) Based off of the ‘Robber: *wakes me gently* ‘You live like this?’’ meme. Geralt is a single father, jobless and down on his luck. One night, a masked man breaks in to his apartment meaning to steal from him only to find that there is nothing there to take…

Love is an Ongoing Process – series (geraskier, mature, wip, 40k) Netflix Canon-related Geraskier falling in love over the years series. It has all the following tropes: Bed Sharing, Geralt Apologizes, Geraskier Slow Burn, Witchers Senses and Pining. Divided in one-shots in a series instead of chapters in a single fic in an attempt to prevent myself from writing too much.

my dearest love, i'm not done yet (jaskier/yennefer, complete, mature, 5k) It's a funny thing, really. A last memory. As if every memory before that counts for nothing, as if that last one will define a love of a life. As if she would love him less if she saw him in agony. As if her heart wasn't already given away and thrown aside with the most violent way. As if the sound of the bottle shattering on the floor wouldn't wail in her ears forever. or A death for a life, a potion and four days. Yennefer wishes it was that simple.

number one wiener eater (aiden/lambert, complete, 8k, explicit) When Lambert loses the hot dog eating contest that he’s won for the past three years in a row, there’s nothing he would love more than to find who beat him and punch them in the face. Unfortunately, he was too busy throwing up to know who the winner was. All he knows is that he’s kind of maybe in love with the guy who held his hair while he puked.

Sometimes I Can See the Wounds (geralt/eskel, complete, teen and up, complete, 3k) Eskel is wounded in a hunt, and no one in the three towns he passes on his way back to Kaer Morhen will give him aid. He arrives at the keep in bad shape. Geralt has a bit of a breakdown about it. This is very soft with a soft ending.

The Alchemist. (aiden/lambert, complete, teen and up, 3k) "This person is known only as ‘the Alchemist’ and neither I, nor any of my associates, have been able to gather any more information on him. I require someone to locate this person and… dispose of the problem.” In which, Lambert is offered a contract and finds what he thought he'd lost forever. Written for the Save A Witcher Bingo! The prompt was secret identity.

There Must be More to Life. But What? And Why? (iorveth/roche, mature wip, 2k) The universe is bound and determined to make Vernon Roche enjoy retirement, even if it means forcing his hand in the matter.

Three Bells, Each With a Separate Sound (aiden/lambert/voltehre, complete, explicit, 30k) In a dank cave in the Blue Mountains, a stripling just barely past the cusp of manhood looks up at a cyclops looming over him and raises his arm in a futile effort to ward off the massive hand as it swings towards him. On the banks of a river, hundreds of miles and precisely five decades later, to the day and the hour and the ticking second, a man raises his hand to deflect the arrow hissing towards him and knows he’s going to be too slow. Both of them have the exact same thought as their deaths approach: Lambert is never going to forgive me.

Tired Of Chasing Ghosts - series (arnaghad/erland of larvik, guxart/keldar/vesemir, wip, explicit, 18k) "A feast," Erland replies. "A revel." Any and every joyful memory from Skellige he harbours involves some kind of celebrational drinking. If it could tie together wind-whittled seamen and -women that mistake insults for proclamations of affection, it can tie together this young collection of witchers. "A revel... with dancing?" Arnaghad sounds pensive, but underneath that, Erland can hear the first inklings of ideas sprouting to life. "Yes." "Alzur-" "Doesn't give a shit," Erland cuts in. "And neither does Cosimo." Only then does he step back to give Arnaghad the space to ponder. "Think about it. Find me after dinner in the stables." In which: Erland wants to make a home out of Morgraig and Arnaghad makes an exception. A song you know's begun - series (geraskier, wip, 200k+, mature) Jaskier wasn't exactly sure what he had expected Kaer Morhen to be like but the keep was everything and nothing like it. The place was a dichotomy. Magnificent and sad in equal measures in its derelict state. Silent but full of noise. Cold yet filled with warmth. But most importantly, it was Geralt's home. Seeing him so relaxed, the sharpest edges rounded down with the knowledge of being safe and surrounded by his family was a beautiful sight to behold. Jaskier wished he too would relearn what safety felt like.

#the witcher #geraskier #lamden #iorveth/roche #geralt/eskel #fic recs

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Title: Extraordinary

Pairings: HotchReid (side pairings Morcia, WillxJJ, others in flirtation)

Summary: League of Extraordinary Gentleman/Vampire AU;

Within the FBI there is a specialized team full of an elite selection of people. Unique individuals with very particular skill sets. And their job is to take the unusual cases: the ones that need to not only be solved, but are undetermined if the unsub is human, or something else entirely.

In a world filled with Vampires, non-human creatures, and subspecies unknown, there is only enough information to have them vaguely regulated. Rules that are so easily, and violently broken, all while hidden in plain sight among the unsuspecting public. Unrivaled for eons.

That’s where the BAU comes in.

Official Posting Date: Now posted on tumblr and Ao3, Click Here

Links: (Masterpost) (Snippet 01) (Snippet 02) (Snippet 03) (Snippet 04)

(TW/CW: This is pretty tame, Emily is just a little intense and eager because Spencer is... well, Spencer, and when she realizes all he can do? Oh she is chomping at the bit. Some trance-like things and witchy stuff and Hotch being territorial without being able to admit it.)

(the story so far/what you need to know for this clip at least: this takes place in chapter 02, what you will all see on Saturday evening, and this version is insanely unpolished (I’m about to go through and fix it up and give it a good make-over) but basically this is the first time Spencer is meeting Emily Prentiss and it makes... an impression. Also, Emily has been at the BAU for about 0.2 seconds and Hotch is already done with her. The sibling energy I love to see. It’s also hella long, as an apology for missing last week and being a day late. All you’ve missed is Spencer about ran into Emily turning a corner and she saved him from spilling his case files and coffee all over the floor. Now they are talking)

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“I apologize, I thought you were an intern or still in the academy.”

“It’s alright, everyone does,” Spencer says without taking offense. He wouldn’t have gotten where he was or lasted very long if he did; however, if he had a nickel for every time someone had been surprised by his age, he’d be as rich as Father Rossi. His full hands actually aids him as he mentions, “I don’t usually shake hands with people, so don’t think me rude. I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He offers her a smile in exchange, and it is mirrored on her face just as her surprise kicks up another notch. 

“Doctor, my my I am in for a trip on this team, aren’t I?” she laughs, and it’s a melodic thing that stretches over an expanse of time and history. Ballrooms in Russia and palors of France, Elizabethan and the roaring 20’s and everything in between all rolled into one. He’s not sure how he sees it, an impossible thing, but he can read it like a book and that must have something to do with what she is. “Emily Prentiss, it is a remarkable pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid. Now, I have to ask--” her tone is so charming and playful and probing he barely notices the nuance, “And I’m sure it’s taboo around here, but I have to know -- your regeneration process. Tell me what it is or what you do. You look so young.”

“I am young,” he states simply, finally stunned by a question he’s not usually asked. 

“Yes, yes, we all can’t be a thousand years old like your fearless Vampire leader,” she waves off and Spencer’s eyes widen because… he hadn’t known Hotch was that old. Sure he’d said he’d been alive for the better part of a millennia, but he always said it like a hyperbole. A turn of phrase that’s off by a couple centuries. But --

 A thousand years old. 

That would put him… 

God, that would put him alive, as a human, just before the start of The Crusades. 

“Oh, did he keep that to himself? Oops, my bad. Pretend you don’t know. Anyway -- so are you a Shifter? Or use a particular spell? Oh, or is it a curse? I’m fascinated by curses, I don’t use them often myself but the rigidity of terms using a power so chaotic is just such a fun juxtaposition that I--”

“No, no, I’m… normal, human,” Spencer interrupts her, still the smallest bit shell-shocked, but now connects a few dots himself as she speaks. Realizes very suddenly that Ms. Prentiss appears ageless because she is ageless. She’s also a Witch. One of the broadest terms for subspecies categories, which really doesn’t do it justice. A Witch could be a number of things. Someone who uses magic and science and the very Earth itself paired with the spiritual planes to do impossible things. Witches are beings so powerful they should be uncategorizable. Something Spencer is fascinated by as well. He’s never met anyone like Emily. “I look young because I am young. I’m 27, I’ve only been with the BAU for the past three years. I’m a little excited to not be the newbie on the team any more,” he tries to joke, but Emily’s gaze has gone distant and sharp all at once.

“You’re only 27? And you’re a doctor?” She asks in clarification, Spencer nodding along each time. “You’ve been a doctor, since becoming an FBI agent?” 

“Um, well -- I’m not a medical doctor. I do have three doctorates, though; in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering,” he finds himself shrinking a bit under her intensely interested gaze. “What?”

“Chemistry?” she asks, vaguely more distant.

“That was my first doctorate,” he murmurs back, not sure what has her looking so contemplative. 

“You’ve achieved all of this: three doctorates, FBI agent, BAU -- in 27 years?” she questions, a grave yet wondrous sound.

“Technically I did all of that in 15 years. I graduated high school when I was 12,” he manages to do more than mumble, and Emily’s wide-eyed stare has him spewing forth information like it requires an explanation. “I have an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words a minute, and my IQ is 187 so by human standards yes -- I’m a genius, and borderline on the advanced brain developments scale. But I’m still human. Nothing paranormal or extraordinary.”

The pause that follows is palpable.

“Oh,” she says in an exhale, “Oh, you young soul. You have no idea, do you? What you are capable of...” She tilts her head as she steps closer and Spencer is very suddenly aware that he’s not sure she’s blinked since they started speaking about his qualifications. What he can do, how he got to where he is. No one usually shows this much interest, he makes them uncomfortable for reasons he doesn’t always understand. 

Emily doesn’t look uncomfortable, she looks… hungry. 

“You are so very, very extraordinary. Exceptional, really. Look at all of what you’ve accomplished with just 15 years of life.” That astonished sound again, like she can’t believe her luck--

And then she’s in his space, gaze boring into his, and Spencer can see galaxies in the depth of her eyes. His breath stolen from him and feet rooted to the floor. So he doesn’t step away as she leans just the smallest bit closer, words resonating with echoes across ages.

“Imagine what you could do with a thousand.” 

“Prentiss,” the deep voice of Hotch’s monotone (edged in something vaguely aggressive, and more than a little aggravated)  breaks through their moment. The trance fading like a fog from Spencer’s eyes. “No recruiting. It’s in your contract.”

“You have such a gift, it’s a shame to waste it,” Emily whispers in a rush as Hotch approaches them from down the hall. More earnest than intimidating, now.

“Prentiss!” 

“Think about it,” she winks, and then turns to give Hotch a smile that’s all teeth so sharp she resembles a shark. “Oh, what a sour face. What’s wrong? Were you planning on asking him first? You snooze, you lose.” 

“Conference room,” he instructs, pointing the way Spencer had just come. “Team meeting in 20 minutes. Try not to summon anything between here and there.” She sticks her tongue out at him childishly as she leaves, and sends a quirk of a smile Spencer’s direction that shifts her whole expression into something comically entertained. He’s never seen Hotch interact with someone like this, like they were… familiar, even exasperatingly so. The closest in comparison is probably Father Rossi. But this is less like old friends and more like sibling rivalry. 

The space Emily had just vacated is suddenly filled with Hotch, an overwhelmingly welcomed presence and it eases the tension out of Spencer’s spine and shoulders that he hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, low and quiet. They’re the only ones in the hallway, but secrecy is a hard habit to break.

Spencer nods, still gaining his bearings once more. “I think so. That didn’t feel like hypnotism. I don’t know what that was.” 

“Prentiss doesn’t manipulate minds or the wills of other people,” Hotch tells him, which is soothing if not for the foreboding question of what just occurred. “She doesn’t need to. She can do a lot of things: change her face, her voice, make illusions and talk circles around anyone -- even you.” Spencer looks up to him at that, aware that his level of intelligence is the only thing that keeps him safe from JJ or Hotch’s influence. His mind can’t be bent, or tricked.

“Then what was she doing? I felt compelled but… not against my will. What was that?” he asks, also quiet but much more high in pitch as his confusion turns his voice to a winded sound.

Hotch’s thin, stern frown does nothing to alleviate the apprehension caught up in his chest like a bad cold. 

.

“Possibility,” he states, grim and not liking that Spencer had fallen prey to such a short moment with Emily Prentiss and her promise of what her craft could do for him. Hotch is well aware that Spencer’s gift of soaking up every speck on information he’s given like a sponge isn’t something to let wither and die like so many before him. There’s so much he could do with an infinite life, such as his and Emily’s, but the curse of living forever alone is not something to be taken lightly. And not to be decided by someone who still has so much more life to live unaided by other forces.

However, Emily was right about one thing. Hotch can’t deny that he’s thought about it. More than considered it as a definite possibility. 

An offer, all his own.

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Tagged list so far: @physics-magic​, @thaddeusly, @ssa-noa, @ssa-sarahsunshine, @tobias-hankel, @reidology, @mintphoenix

#THIS IS JUST A SNIPPET #it's a very long one as an apology for missing last week and being a day late #and also because it's COOL and I have no self control #Emily and Spencer would be a terrifying duo honestly #Also Emily and Hotch have the best sibling relationship ever #if anyone wants in on that taglist hit me up via ask or comment or rb #the story is posted! Updates on Saturday evenings #Extraordinary #HotchReid #Katyswriting #Katyswip #wip wednesday

[nightwingshero]

WIP Tag

I was tagged by @minilev and @simonxriley, thank you!!!

Tagging: @strafethesesinners @water-writings @pen-in-hand @theknifegame @chyrstis @smithandrogers @lilwritingraven @chuckhansen @fadedjacket @geronimo-11 @scungilliwoman @shellibisshe @witchofinterest @witchesconstellation @aceghosts @archetypesinthefog and whoever wants to share!

So...my Far Cry 5 babes are coming back.

Wren’s first Baptism and, if you look closely, Randy’s cameo/debut. 

“Don’t kill her! John wants them alive, use the bliss bullets!” Bliss bullets? I pulled my pistol back out, taking aim from around the tree to return fire. I didn’t understand what they were talking about, all I knew was I needed to get the hell out of here, and quickly. I was outnumbered and injured, clearly at a disadvantage. I was trying to come up with a solution, anything, that would help me get out of this mess. A panic attack was beginning to work its way in, and I fought as hard as I could to keep from hyperventilating. I reloaded and my vision swam. Reds and greens becoming vibrant, making anything solid turn blurry. Small lights danced in my vision, I couldn’t tell if they were stars or lightening bugs, or something else entirely. Was I going blind? I began to feel tired, my body becoming heavy. I stumbled from my cover, my mind trying to tell me that that was a terrible idea, but I suddenly couldn’t remember why.

“Ow.” I said as I landed on my knees, my hands palm up as I began to attempt to study them. My body teetered off balance, and I tried to catch myself, rocks and twigs cutting into the very palms I was looking at merely seconds before. I heard cheering far away, but I couldn’t remember where I was or whom I was with. I finally collapsed, my body now too much to hold up. My arms and legs were jelly, my brain like static. My eye began to close as I felt hands lift me. I tried to reach for something before everything went completely black and I was gone.

 “This one?” a male voice echoed as I fought against heavy eyelids to see a blurred night sky. I saw a man in the corner of my eye with a wool sweater and messy hair, pointing to something on the ground.

“No. This one.” Another male voiced, his voice deep and well-spoken. Had it been any other situation, I would dare say it was soothing.

The scruffy man found his way to me, leaning over as he studied me with confusion. “Doesn’t seem very worthy.”

“It is not for us to judge.” The other man came into view, and he was much more put together than his companion. His dark hair was neat, and beard trimmed. He donned a trench coat, giving him an air of importance. “Deliver her unto the waters. The Cleansing begins tonight.” The grungy man reached for me just as I faded back to blackness.

The falling out with John that leads to the Atonement

“I warned you, Wren. I told—”

“Yeah, you told me to stay away. And maybe then it’ll keep the resistance from Jacob’s region, right? That’s what it’s all about, right?” I demanded as my heart tugged painfully. His brow furrowed and suddenly, just like that, I was looking at a mask.

“My brothers mean everything to me, Deputy. I’ll do anything for them.”

“Except open your heart, right?” I sneered as I ignored the jab that I felt at him using my title. “Joseph asked you to love, but you can’t, can you? That’s what he had said to you that night you almost drowned me. ‘You have to love them, John.’ How’s that going for you? How’s Hudson?” He said nothing for a moment, just stared at me. That only made it worse, my insecurities screaming at me, forcing my panic and anger to grow.

“She’s right where you left her.” He replied lowly and my breath staggered as I felt the preverbal punch in the gut. I clenched my fists as tears pooled in my eyes.

“Right. That’s on me. How stupid of me, right? It was so easy for you, wasn’t it?” His brow furrowed a bit before he hid his confusion once more, but it was enough to keep me going. “That’s all it was to you, some fucking game. The ultimate conquest. Get the Deputy to fall in your bed, make her fall for you while the resistance suffered for it. I should’ve fucking known better.” A flash of hurt crossed his features and my mouth went dry as I regretted it immediately. But he only just glared at me and took a step forward.

“What happens between my brothers and I is none of your concern. I wanted you to join—”

“Oh, right. How could I forget about that? Manipulating me by luring me into your fucking bed—”

“I didn’t hear you complaining!” he snapped.

“No, I suppose you didn’t because for once in my fucking life, I believed that someone could fucking love me!” I screamed. “I thought I finally found someone who didn’t ask me for anything, who didn’t want something from me. God, I was so fucking wrong! You’re just like them! You manipulated and lied to me to try and get me to join this stupid cult of yours, so your brother wouldn’t kick you out!”

“I have never lied to you!” he snapped, and he took another step forward as he pointed at me. “I may be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them. And don’t you dare use Joseph against me. You don’t know anything—"

“Oh?” I laughed bitterly as I took a step forward, forcing him back a step. “I know that you’re scared, John. So fucking scared because Joseph tied our fates together, and I’m still running around causing hell. You were so scared that you fucked me, manipulated me, thinking that it would keep me on a leash, but guess what? It didn’t work, did it?! No! Your brother is fucking insane—" He caught me off by chuckling, dark and bitter. He looked at me with a twisted smirk, anger burning in his eyes. There was a darkness coiling, I could practically taste the wrath coming off him in waves, and I knew then that the line had been crossed.

“What if Joseph was right? Did you ever stop to think about that?” He taunted lowly. “Everyone thinks he’s crazy, but he’s not. Look around you, the world is on the brink. You can feel it in your bones. Look at the headlines. Look at who’s in charge!” he yelled suddenly, making me jump a bit. He grabbed his key, making a show of it. His knuckles turning white as he held it tightly, I thought for sure it would break. “You want this key because you think you’re saving people, but they’re already safe. We have a plan. You don’t understand. You don’t believe. You don’t CARE!” He screamed as he turned away from me, knocking a stack of files to the floor before placing his hands on his hips. His heavy breathing making his shoulders rise and fall rapidly. “So fucking wrathful, you’re looking for every reason to unleash it on anyone who gets a step too close. I don’t think you care about anything else. It doesn’t fucking matter to you, it never did. Our fates being tied…what consequences that come with it. You’d rather let it consume you, even after everything. You’d rather have the emptiness than…this…and that is disappointing.”

My heart broke, shattering into pieces as the silence hung heavy. I took a step back as the tears fell. I turned, grabbing my gear, and ran out the door. I fished out the keys from my pocket as I jumped into my jeep. My fingers shook as I fiddled with my seatbelt. I jumped as I heard the slam of my passenger door. Turning I saw Randy as he put his seatbelt on, giving me a quick nod once he was settled in. I wanted to ask but thought better of it. I just needed to get the fuck out of here. I started the car, put it in drive, and slammed on the gas. Something in me wanted nothing more than to turn around, to apologize. I wanted him, wanted to take it all back. Kiss him until we were both forgiven, everything forgotten. But I couldn’t. There was nothing to go back to.

“Deputy!” Jess called over the radio. “We’re heading to the Jessop Conservatory. You coming?” I looked at Randy and he looked back. John was expecting me to go to Jacob’s region. If he were to send anyone after me, he would send them there. For once, I was thankful for Jess’s timing. I sighed as I picked up the radio.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Wren’s fight with Faith

“He had to choose, you know. Between saving a Herald—the sister of the Baptist…or you. He chose you.” I turned back with eyes wide, and her tears finally fell. “I thought the Father was taking from me in the beginning, taking who I was away from me. But that wasn’t true. He was giving me the chance to help others the way he had helped me. He offered me salvation. And I want the same for you.” She tilted her head slightly. “I know you see John in the Bliss; I’ve known for a while.” She looked back over my shoulder once again. “If you kill me, Wren, you will have to kill the others because that’s how it has to be. There would be no going back, the choice would be made. It would hurt him; it would hurt John deeply and put things so far into motion that you won’t be able change it. You know this, don’t you?”

I look at the river, flowing swiftly and offering a soothing melody. “Yes,” I whispered. “I can feel it.”

“Which is why you’re standing here in front of me.” She whispered. “I know that you feel it, and we both know that Jacob would be next. Instead of just hurting one side, you will hurt both. You will ruin John, while destroying yourself in that process. One path will lead to John, the other to heartbreak. Is it worth it? Because if it is, continue. Kill me, I won’t fight you. But you can go back, it’s not too late. It’s not too late for both of you.”

#oc: wren blake #ch: john seed #ch: faith seed #far cry 5 #my ocs #tag game

[thewriting-corner]

Writing voice

Long time no see, am I right? Sorry about that! Full time jobs… 10x times harder than the 100x level of hardness I expected when it comes to having a life. If any of you have a full time job and a life, I applaud you cuz jeez.

Anyway, the other day at work I started a post on writing voice and I was really enjoying it! And then some calls happened, I forgot and here I am redoing the whole thing lol. Enjoy!

What is it

First of all, what is voice? Aside from that sound that comes out of our mouths when we speak, it’s the way we talk that makes us us. Personally, I define voice as the thing that differentiates us from reading an encyclopedia (though having read lots of encyclopedias when I was younger I can tell you some authors definitely let their voice shine). Voice makes us different from one another.

Say, what makes Superman and Batman different? They’re both attractive men who put on capes to fight crime, lost their parents and pretend everyday to be someone they’re not. BUT, they have different morals. To Superman, saving people is the ultimate goal no matter what. But to Batman, what matters is justice. Superman’s parents died so Superman could live. He represents hope. Bruce Wayne, on the other hand, had to watch his parents die with fear, and therefore used fear as the primary weapon of his alter ego. This key in their characters is what makes up their voice, meaning what makes them unique from one another despite having many things in common.

How to develop it

Now that all that has been established, you may be having some questions like, “Oh, the all powerful, wise Lu! But how do I develop voice?” For me, this happens in two different processes: one for main characters, one for the rest.

Note: voice takes time. Some people are really good at nailing a main character’s voice in the first draft while others may take a few more drafts to get it, and a few more to nail the side characters’ voices. Don’t feel that you HAVE to nail character voice in the first, second or even third draft. Even published authors take over five rewrites to start hearing the main character’s voice.

Main characters

- Write diary entries OR scenes in first person. Write an extra scene or diary entry of a specific moment in their life/book. How do they feel? How has the plot been affecting them? What things hide in their mind besides the plot?

- Compare myself to the MC. This sounds stupid, but I like to think about how my MCs would react differently to me in certain situations. For instance, if I’m at a party, I know Marty and I would both feel insanely awkward, but while she may go hide in a corner, I’d go to the food and drinks table and use ✨adult drinks✨ to calm down (also because I’d likely get anxious and Marty wouldn’t).

This also applies to book/plot related stuff. I know that if I were the MC in my WIP, I would have never followed the Superhuman League. I would have never had the courage to kiss the love interest. It would’ve taken me MONTHS to get used to the Superhumans. Because Marty and I have very different ways of being brought up, different childhoods, different traumas, our voices become different. There are times where she says things in situations where I can’t even imagine myself speaking. Comparing how you and your MC would act helps detach ourselves from them (meaning, not having them be 100% a self insert) while also getting to know them better.

- Think how a song relates to a certain aspect of their life. Take your own playlist and put it on shuffle. Whatever song it lands on think: could the MC relate to this? If yes, how? If not, how? Would they dance to this song? If yes, would they dance alone in their room or with a friend? Maybe they would dance it at their wedding or their best friend’s wedding. Maybe it’s the song they want to die for. Instead of listening to songs according to how you, the author, places them in the story, listen to them like you’re the main character and the song played on the radio.

- Ask questions about their life. How did X event affect them? What happened in their life before the start of the book? Don’t just focus on things that relate to the story or are useful plot wise: think about the first time they crossed the monkey bars and the first time they saw their parents fight. While these may not relate directly to the plot, knowing who your character is before, at the beginning and during the book helps you work out who they are and who they will become (I’ll touch more on this later)

Side characters

- Write diary entries OR scenes from a different POV. One of the ways I finally started figuring out the voice of Kate, one of my favorite characters in my WIP, I wrote a bunch of scenes prior to the plot of the book in first person. I wrote about the Superhuman League through her eyes and about her in high school. I discovered a lot of things writing that that now help me see how she reacts to the current events of the WIP. In my first draft, I had her act according to how I needed the story to move along. Now, after getting to know her a little better, I can edit scenes with how she as a human would react instead of a plot device.

- Life outside the plot. Okay, so side characters are not supposed to be the in the starlight so maybe we tend to leave them to the side. BUT, knowing who they are outside of the story is helpful to make them human. Yes, maybe they’re just plot devices to the MC, but in their story, they are the main character. The plot is happening to them as much as it happens to the MC

- Along with the last point, how would the story play out if they were the MC? Who would be the villain? How would they deal with the tough choices? Would they agree with the MC or would they be an adversary? If they were the MC, what would the plot of the book be? I say this because different people and characters have different goals.

Another example from my WIP lol: for Marty, her goal is to uncover Chaos. Subconsciously she sees helping the Superhuman League as a way to make up for best friend’s death. To her, the end goal is to defeat the Primordials to redeem herself and use her “dangerous” powers for good. However, for Aaron, the point of the plot is to defeat the Primordials so he can finally leave his home without feeling as though he abandoned his duties. Unlike Marty, who is desperate to stay, his main goal is to leave. That’s what drives him, and this drive is what has helped me develop his voice in the past two drafts (because he was a VERY flat character before).

The most important thing to remember when developing voice, regardless of if it’s for a main or a side character, is that they are more than just the plot. You need to think of your characters as real people with hopes and dreams. In their world, they weren’t born to be a Character in a story. They were born to be a human.

How does it work

Okay, so let’s say you know your characters well enough and you’ve written a few drafts already. How does this actually work? The most obvious is to integrate it into dialogue. We express the most through words and it’s easiest to show voice through how they say things, when they say it and why they say them. BUT you can also incorporate it into actions. A character who YOU (the author) know has a fear of dogs wouldn’t stop to pet one in the street because the owner will be important later on. Instead, maybe they’ll inch away and jump if the dog barks at them. This can also make the owner of the dog apologize, therefore introducing him to the story.

The only problem with integrating voice later on is that it requires a lot of editing. I’ve had to delete entire chapters because I developed Marty’s voice and some events didn’t align with who she was, they were only there for plot reasons. In a lot of my older drafts, Marty appeared “unstable” and changed her mind a lot. This was because she didn’t have a clear voice in my head so instead I had her do things that were convenient for me as the writer. Still, it’s annoying but it’s gratifying.

Don’t become obsessed

I will say, it’s easy to know all these details and become obsessed with every character speaking and acting perfectly according to their backstory. To this I say that people sometimes act out of character as well. Different factors influence us all the time and make us do things we wouldn’t normally do, so don’t feel obligated to perfectly nail the voice. It’s okay if characters deviate from who they are sometimes, so long as they aren’t constantly changing and contradicting who they’ve been the entire time.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Fic Questionnaire

@ford-ye-fiji tagged me to do this; thank you. ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3? 106

What's your total AO3 word count? 395,897

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 27 fandoms, though for most of them it’s only like one or two. They are Akatsuki no Yona, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Hunter x Hunter, Tales of Zestiria, Tales of Berseria, Tales of Graces, Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Xillia, Tales of Hearts, Tales of the Rays, Professor Layton, Noragami, Pandora Hearts, Dai Gyakuten Saiban, A Series of Unfortunate Events, RWBY, Tangled the series, Doki Doki Literature Club, Ori and the Blind Forest, Vanitas no Carte, Genshin Impact, Kiznaiver, Boku dake ga Inai Machi, Kuroshitsuji, Ai the Somnium Files, and Charlotte.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “Pictures, Posters, and Tender Beauty”, “Plus Est En Vous”, “My Reason”,  “I Am Here, Too”, and “A Bandage for my Scars, and your Heart” ...Not surprised that four out of five of those are MHA fics, but I will never understand how that Tangled the series one I did got so insanely popular..... maybe because the show director himself acknowledged it. 0_0

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to, though I have to shamefully admit I pick and choose which ones I respond to. I appreciate every comment I get, of course, every writer does, but idk, I just feel like a broken record responding to all similar shorter comments with “Thank you so much!!! I’m so happy you liked it <3″ or something like that... Is that cruel of me? >_> I also feel weird responding to comments on my super old stuff, because aside from a few exceptions, I don’t really like most of my old fics anymore alkgklflkkl and I barely remember them enough to be able to give a reasonable response to comments on those. Instead I just put all my energy into responding to longer, more detailed comments, because with those I actually have more to work with to say back... But again, I love all my comments!! I’m really sorry if I don’t respond to your comment, it doesn’t mean I’m not grateful, I just don’t know what to say back OTL

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Haaaah, there are a few, but proooobably the most angsty ending would be in “Smile, and maybe tomorrow, you’ll see the sun.” Since the thing is basically 12k words of agonizingly drawn-out All Might death... :’) Though I meant for the actual ending to be somewhat hopeful/bittersweet? and I surely have other ones that have more painful endings... But that’s the obvious one that comes to mind, since I’ve had multiple people yell at me for it. :)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I can’t remember any instances of outright hate, but I’ve gotten some... odd comments every once in a while... Or just some annoying criticism that the person didn’t intend to be mean about, I don’t think, but that realllly wasn’t warranted. These comments are very rare though.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Noooo way in hell lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? ....I mean, not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I think I had at least one someone asked to translate into Russian, although they put it on FF.net lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No... I really want to though. Multiple friends and I have planned different ones, but we haven’t gotten around to doing any of them yet because I’m into different fandoms atm and also dealing with health problems that distract me.... My ex-friend and I had a major one that was in the planning stages, but then she stopped being my friend so it never got off the ground. :’) I’m still upset about that...

What's your all time favorite ship? Mmmmm that’s hard; I don’t ship that much at all, so although I have a few favorite ships, one in particular doesn’t really stand out to me as my hardcore OTP.... Buuut I guess I would say Snow/Serah from FFXIII; I love ff13 so much, it’s so special to me, and those two are just the absolute sweetest and the heart and soul of the game 🥺❤️ I haven’t written anything for them or ff13 in general, but maybe someday.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I only ever have one WIP at a time, so..... Hopefully not my current long one, I am constantly trying to slap myself for thinking, intimidated as I am by it with all my ideas for it and all the research I need to do. :’)

What are your writing strengths? I think I’m really good at writing characters’ emotions... the emotions they show, and everything they’re feeling internally. I really like the stream-of-consciousness style of internal monologue I’ve started using within the last few years; I think it’s very... cathartic? In general I just think I’m good at writing softness, cause I definitely feel the soft feels rereading my stuff lol

What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation.... starting a writing session and not getting distracted.... ADHD.... what do I do. :’) Although I just said I like that stream-of-consciousness style I use, I often feel like I use it too much, or things get redundant, and too wordy and overwhelming, bah..... I’m also shit at just.... knowing things, like worldbuilding, but like, real-world stuff that everyone knows, but I’ve been living under a rock my whole life and not done a lot of things that are normal for most other people, so I struggle with that in my writing, which is why all my fics not-so-subtly eek around mentioning things like food and irl places and so much else, haaah.... now I’m got myself writing 1800s Victorian London; someone save me

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Ehhhh only do it veryyyy sparingly, like when a character is startled and might briefly revert to their native language, or something similar. I just did that in one of my recent fics, actually, and looked up a few Russian words, being super anal about getting it right.... and I still got a comment correcting my Russian, even though it was only like 3 words in the entire thing, with nothing else to say about the rest of the fic... it was a little frustrating :’)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn. That was the first series that really got me into fandom and making online friends, and gave me the courage to try writing fics; I’m so grateful to it for that, and it still remains one of my favorite mangas <3 Ah, to be able to pump out fics as easily and quickly as I did back then...

What's your favorite fic you've ever written? I think it’s still “Manufactured Hearts, Real Happiness”, the sole Tales of the Abyss fic I’ve written. TotA is my favorite game of all time, and I wrote this for a Tales big bang that happened a while back; it turned out much longer than I ever anticipated, one of my longest fics to date, and pretty much exactly how I wanted it to be, which is always the best feeling... I was so happy to feel like I did my favorite game justice. :’) Now.... my dream is for my current WIP to become my new favorite, if I can pull it off right; we’ll see :’)

Uhhhh I’ll tag @sixtyfourk , @cenally , @arcane-palm , @kyoukalay , @magicmetslogic , and @evevoli03 , if any of you want to do this~

#tag meme #i thought i had a lot of fics but that's nothing compared to you Fiji jfc #i need to get going already....... #so much dgs to write #not enough executive function....... #the amount of DGS ideas i have and the lack of skill to write or draw them is literally killing me inside </3

[anthonyjlockwood]

jatp appreciation week : spotlight saturday

There are so many awesome fanfics out there that I want to share for Spotlight Saturday!! Fanfiction has been such a source of escapism and enjoyment for me for, like, ever. And since I started writing it myself, I’ve realized how much work it really is and how much writers deserve to be appreciated for sharing their stuff with the world!! So, here are some of my favorite JATP fics I’ve ever read.

(If I know the tumblr of the person who’s written each fic, I’ve tagged them. But if not, I’ll tag their ao3 and maybe if someone knows their tumblr, this post can reach them somehow??) 

I’m going to put these under a cut, because there’s actually way more than I thought there were going to be! The talent of JATP fanfiction writers is INSANE.

1) First up has to be @pearlcaddy ‘s Juke soulmate AU, “ Like a Cat Playing With a Ball of Twine (That You Call My Heart) “. The way she writes each character is amazing. The plot? Beautiful. The way I cry every time I read the part with the penguin conversation? Absolutely unmatched.  This series was SO GOOD. It’s definitely one that I go back to and reread... probably way too often lol. 

2) Next on the list is We Found Wonderland by @pink-flame (ICanSpellConfusionWithAK on AO3). Holy crap, this thing took me on a ride. It’s a Juke story that’s based on Alice In Wonderland, and it’s probably one of the most amazing things I’ve ever read in my entire damn life.  Talk about an emotional rollercoaster-- this story will make you laugh, cry, and scream, probably within 10-15 minutes of each other, and when you’re done with it, you’ll be forever changed. I know I was! 

3) The Best Shades Of Life by @captainkippen . This is a current work-in-progress.  I love the way all the characters are written, and from the first scene of the story where Luke escapes his house through his bedroom window, I knew I was in for something great.  The story only gets more amazing with each chapter, and I’m so excited to see how it concludes! 

4) 1994 by MoonRiver on AO3. This fic focuses on the year before the boys’ deaths in 1995.  It’s a Luke/Alex story but honestly all of the relationships between the boys are written super well.  It’s still a work in progress, and the last chapter made me Sad, but it’s amazingly written (as is everything that MoonRiver shares, tbh).

5) Alex Mercer’s Storm by ghostgay23 on AO3. Honestly, this is an absolutely incredible, Alex-centric story that is totally worth reading. But more amazing than the story itself is ghostgay23′s DEDICATION to this thing. There are 72 chapters and counting, and they update it so frequently. This is one of the fics that actually inspired me to write my own-- the fact that people can put out things like this with such consistency and dedication is AMAZING. 

6) find the strength, find the melody by @phantom-curve (sunset_phantom on AO3.)  Mads is an incredible person and writer, and strength/melody is one of my favorite Juke WIPs right now. Luke and Julie meet right after Julie gets kicked out of the school’s music program. Luke ropes Julie into a plan to get her back in-- with Sunset Curve’s help.  

7) side effects of coming back from the dead may include... series by @reggieshairflip . This is another series-in-progress in which the Phantoms have come back to life, but not without consequences.  The first part of the series is a one-shot, and it’s followed with an absolutely beautiful (and heartbreaking) Reggie-centric multi chapter story.  The most recent chapter of this one made me Sad. 

8) waiting for my love series by thvnderstorms on AO3. This is a Luke/Reggie  series that consists of two stories, one from each of the boys’ points of view.  They meet for the first time on a bus, and it’s love at first sight for Reggie-- but it’s definitely not that simple.  

7) Two Doors Down by @bluefirewrites . This is an in-progress, multi chapter Juke story in which Julie moves, you guessed it, two doors down from Luke. She becomes friends with Sunset Curve, but then Luke starts falling in love with her. Chaos ensues.  I really love this story. I love Luke, and watching him come to terms with (and then trying to get over) his feelings for Julie really makes you feel for him. There’s still 6 chapters to go in this work in progress, so there’s still time for him to get his act together! 

8) love me for the hell of it by alexjulies on AO3. This is a cool new fic that is about Julie and Luke going on the show The Voice.  Luke auditions to bring his band exposure, and Julie auditions to try to cope with the grief of losing her mother.  It’s a work in progress, but it’s totally worth reading!! I loved it! 

9) Ain’t it a fine (after)life series by nottheleastbrave on AO3. The first work in this series centers around Luke, whose self-blame for the hot dog incident results in guilt that causes him to sacrifice himself to Caleb in the hopes of saving his friends.  Alex, Reggie, Julie, and Willie launch a rescue mission to get Luke away from Caleb’s club. The second work in the series is a one-shot that deals with the events after the main story, and it’s Willex centric (with Juke on the side). I love this series-- Luke has a very special place in my heart, so I always love reading stories where he and his feelings are the focus. The friendship between the band and Willie and the way they all rally around Luke in this fic is particularly beautiful. 

10) dust and snow (oh, don’t let it go) by @pawprinterfanfic . A Christmas-themed one-shot in which Luke loses something important to him.  This is another one where Luke and his feelings are portrayed particularly well, and the friendship between the boys and Julie is written so beautifully, too. 

11)  how to be a heartbreaker by @reggieshairflip . This story is another Luke-centric one shot in which his biggest fear is realized by his friends, analyzed, and conquered.  This is one of the ones where it starts off as a fun, light-hearted friendship story, but the true meaning comes and just punches you in the face with it’s incredibleness.  The depth of this story is so great. 

12) Similar to that one, T-Rex, Velveeta, and Other Fun Names by  @bluefirewrites .  This has a similar concept-- Julie’s lighthearted quest to figure out Luke’s middle name leads to something more. I LOVE the way that something that seems so simple and fun can be developed in such a way that it adds new meaning and depth to a character. 

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #julie & the phantoms #jatp appreciation week #netflixwewantjatp2 #fanfiction #fanfic #jatp fanfic #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #julie molina #sunset curve

[salty-ironstrange-shipper]

27, 35, 3, 6

3. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Oh, I don’t know actually. I like to think that my fics are generally strong, but I’ve received compliments on my characterization - which is great because I worry about that constantly. 

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

I think narration comes easiest to me - that is, pretty much everything not dialogue. With dialogue, I’m always worrying about whether or not this is something a character would actually say. I like scenes with description and detail and inner-character thoughts. 

27. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

I don’t know, I’ve gotten a lot of comments over the years (not at all humble brag), but a here are a few that stood out to me:

“omg ROFLMAO <3 I was a bit hesitant going in - fem slash usually doesn't do much for me - but considering the two women involved I decided to go for it and..... now i am cleaning coffee off my laptop and trying not to choke on breakfast ;-) This was relatable, hot, and funny AF! The best part? You managed to surprise me every time I thought I had a handle on this deliciously naughty tale - KUDOS!!!!“

- from Athenasbubo on Seduce Me (MCU, Pepper/Christine)

“Do you know how many times I had to stop reading to breathe or because I was crying too much? Each paragraph. You annihilated me. Thank you! I read this fic at least thrice to give you an idea of how much I love it! It's really one of my favourite! You managed to grasp the characters so well and their character development is super realistic! It is really amazing! I have loved every part of it. The parts where my heart ached and the parts where it laughed and the parts where it filled with love for these two idiots. I can't believe it's over. I feel like I've reached the end of the line. I was so terrified of finishing it that I had to re-read all over again and wait a few hours to start reading the last chapter. I have loved the end too. The thing I'm afraid of with fix-it is that they completely leave out Tony's sacrifice. I mean him snapping his fingers had two consequences. Saving the universe and dying. I can't imagine a fic without the first one but I can do very well without the dying part! Your fix-it was perfect! It illustrated how much these two love each other and how far they're ready to go to protect one another. I loved it! Also, I'm so happy that you managed to include Morgan! This kid is precious! To conclude, I am so grateful for this fic and I, honestly, feel so sad that it's finished. Anyway, part of the journey is the end. All I can say is thank you 3000! Wow... too much references in two sentences... that's tell you how emotionally exhausted I am because of you! Anyway, THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING JOURNEY!“

- from  Athenaskywriter on From the Top (MCU, IronStrange)

“I’ve always believed that Charles’ greatest strength is to love people beyond the confines of his genetic family. His mother shared his DNA, but that never guaranteed love. I love how that’s brought about in this chapter. I love that Charles loves and Wanda and Pietro like he would love his own children, and I love the fact that Wanda feels the same. Thank you for a lovely chapter! 😬Looking forward to the next one!“

- from JackyJango on A Treatise on Evolution and Extinction (XMCU, Cherik)

“its 2:30am currently, i binged this fic in roughly about five hours and im now going to make all of my friends read it because this is such a quality fic that i will never forget.“

- from ghostlyeris on Stay A Thousand Years (Doctor Who, SpyDoc)

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

One of the things I love to do is come up with symbolism and foreshadowing and little things that have meaning that most people probably won’t notice, but then people don’t notice, and it drives me insane! This is something I desperately want to talk to someone about with my current WIP, A Treatise on Evolution and Extinction, but it’s all spoilery so I CAN’T. I just keep telling myself it’ll be worth it even though it probably won’t be worth it. 

#stark-strange-love2 #ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #incorrect-ironstrange #asks #ask game #ask games #asks games #asks game #cherik #writing #my writing #fanfiction #fandom

[soawen]

Writer meme thing

I got tagged by @silvysartfulness​ to do this writer meme thing! (And shamelessly stole her phrasing here too)

How many works do you have on AO3?

One. Partly because of a 10 year hiatus/writing block, partly because I never got around to upload all the Harry Potter fiction from LJ

What’s your total AO3 word count?

2976 words

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Harry Potter was the first fandom I wrote for (and let other people read) way back before book 4 came out? A bit of drabbles from LotR, and finally FFVII

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

See, that’s my problem. All fics save one are in old, now defunct user groups or on LJ. How do I translate feedback then?

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do my very, very best and since I’m not exactly drowning in the fics I post and therefore not in comments either, I think I have a pretty good success rate there. Responding is both a way to thank commenters and occasionally, explain myself

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ah. Ahahaha. Do you think I can remember what I wrote 20 years ago? But no, seriously. I *think* it may be the young Sirius Black loves Remus Lupin who loves Severus Snape who loves Sirius Black-one. No one comes out of that one in happy state

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

A short series of drabbles: Harry Potter/Aliens :D

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. 

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

I used to write a lot of very different kinds of smut with different kinks and different persons - it was a fun challenge. These days it’s more relationship-driven for me

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I was credited in a suprise!translation once?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I’d never inflict that on another person. I’m chronically late and often change directions in the middle of everything

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’m more prone to focus on a character and bounce that poor thing against everyone and everything. But if I have to say something, Sephiroth/Cloud Strife and Harry Potter/Severus Snape (he used to be an interesting character with great potential, dammit!)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m afraid it’ll be either:

-the gen fic A/B/O FFVII one with only minor pairings in the background. It’s dark, it’s hurt/comfort, it started out as my guilty pleasure summer idea, and then it grew a plot (Hojo makes sure Sephiroth is an alpha so he can “adopt” Hojo, who otherwise is on his own as an omega. Years later, Genesis gets a shoulder wound that behaves strangely, and somehow this leads to Sephiroth not paying attention to Jenova’s call and rescuing the two abused omegas Cloud and Claudia instead

Or:

-the time travel one in which Sephiroth returns post AC and to everyone’s surprise (including his own), manages to kill Cloud in the middle of a monologue. Or rather, Jenova wrestles her last bit of strength into waylaying Masamune about to pierce Cloud’s shoulder. Panicking that his puppet and life line is dead, Sephiroth picks memories for what to do, and the last place he remembers to have access to Phoenix Downs are way back in Shinra’s heyday. So back in time and place he and Cloud goes. Cloud is not happy when he wakes up. Not only is he in a time where Sephiroth can hold pretty much everyone’s death over him, he is also stuck with a Sephiroth whose memories are very, very patchy and sketchy and who has a very .... unique view on who and what he and Cloud are. Together, they must convince everyone else that Sephiroth is his old self and keep Cloud hidden in Sephiroth’s apartment. This is not easy when Sephiroth insists on getting a student of his own after meeting Angeal and Zack - and that student is young!Cloud

What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told smut and insanity is what I do best. I personally feel like some horror and crack should have a place here as well

What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting the words from my mind through my brain onto the screen. I suck at sticking to a project, always have, and often I’m too tired from work to make coherent fic in English

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the context. I’m all for using it when a language is spoken that the POV character doesn’t understand, or as simple words/phrases to spice up someone’s dialogue, but whole sections are difficult for me

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Counting off-line? Dracula or Dragon Lance Chronicles. Possibly The Brothers Lionheart by Astrid Lindgren

Online: Harry Potter

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I have to pick? Uh. The Harry Potter/Alien drabbles were a hoot to write and I still think they work well. Or the most recent one, the FFVII fic Slipping

tagging: @tocasia @zephfair @fleancex and anyone who wants to

#about me