#I will then be outlining for ch3!

[wawamouse]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Oz (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miguel Alvarez/Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Miguel Alvarez & Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Miguel Alvarez/Alonzo Torquemada Characters: Miguel Alvarez, Carmen "Chico" Guerra, Alonzo Torquemada, Raoul "El Cid" Hernandez, Eduardo Alvarez, Sean Murphy, Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Canon, Parallel Universes, Angst, Mildly Dubious Consent, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Attitudes, Internalized Homophobia, Drug Use Summary:

"Got a feeling we ain’t in Oz anymore, Chico,” Miguel says, and as he takes another step, and another, he hears Chico respond with What the hell are you talking about?

#text #miguel alvarez #chico guerra #alonzo torquemada #i feel like there's a lot of talking in this chapter which is strange because there is talking in pretty much every fic i write #but i guess somehow there is more talking in this one #god so much talking #hopefully it's worth it? #dropping ch2 right on schedule lol #wip wednesday!! 😛 #this chapter is 13k so buckle in 🫡 #also idk when ch3 will be done because as you'll see in the beginning notes I have to Rethink™ some things lol #i might end up taking a section from my original outline and make it a oneshot sequel instead. UGH. #this fic was supposed to be a fun little breather #i am so stupid....

[actualbird]

hi zak i just wanna i looove your fics ur marius hcs are so canon to me and if u don’t mind me asking how do u usually outline ur fics?

hi anon!! thank u so much :DDD

and sure thing! i remember i answered this question once or twice in the past but i cant find it again in my archive ahjfkjhsfkjahs so i'll just go thru it all again (and for good reason cuz i think i my answer last time made it look like things were organized. it's not. it's Not Organized)

anyhoo, short overview answer is: craft big idea -> rough outline (summaries/short bullet points) -> detailed outline (connecting all the dots)

long detailed answer follows under the cut (wow, me using a readmore HAHAJKHSVKFJ well, my writing process is boring i dont wanna stretch dashes with this, i'll save being a nuisance for my silly little headcanons)

all screenshots will be coming from my outline for my most recent fic "standard operating procedure (x4 speedrun)" cuz it's freshest in my memory and also planning took a LOT of time here

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step 1: craft big idea

the first thing i actually do on outline doc is make the summary that i forsee it'll have on ao3. this is cuz my summary format on ao3 is [excerpt of scene] + [a few lines explaining the fic overall], and thinking of what to put here first helps me get a good grasp on what i want the fic to be in the Big Picture sense: what the mood/tone will be, whos POV it's in, what the inciting event that kicks it all off is, etc etc

the big idea, along with all the other steps in my process, are subject to change as the process goes on. for example, for the shovel talk fic, heres the first ao3 summary i made for it (version from april 3, thank u google docs version history HAHA)

this was back when i envisioned the fic as a long-ish oneshot that was mostly comedy. but as i continued thru the other steps of outlining (and realized that the comedy is more of the hook and seasoning and the real core is gonna be the feels later on that i didnt wanna spoil upfront in the summary), the ao3 summary changed to whats on the fic now

still, no matter how the ao3 summary changes, it's a great starting point for my brain to get into the rest of the fic cuz ive already got a bunch of the core stuffs for the story

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step 2: rough outline

this step is me getting into the overview of each part/chapter of the fic, the big idea but for specific chunk of story. these come either in the form of short bullet points or short short summaries of the events, and thats rlly all that is in here: events. all the details is for step 3

heres the rough outline portion for chapter 5 of standard operating procedure (x4 speedrun)

absolute barebones, but each chapter has got something along these lines going on for them (i just shared this one cuz it's the least messy to look at AJHVKJZHFVAKJHS) which keeps me on track irt what needs to be Happening.

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step 3: detailed outline. the longest and most stupidly meticulous part of my process

this step is what it says on the tin. with the smaller bigger picture of the chapter (huh, actually, im realizing that my process basically hinges on taking in the big picture and then slowly zooming in bit by bit) i then start putting down the exact things i wanna write: everything from dialog to descriptions to etc etc. and all of it is absolute wordbarf and the fact it is wordbard is Important

heres an excerpt from the detailed outline portion of chapter 2 of the fic

i put in A BUNCH. and this is important to me cuz it's at this stage i can start filling in the blanks, irt the events i put down in step 2

like in this chapter, i had 2 events to link: vyn making dumb sex innuendos -> vyn making his grand and genuine love declaration about marius. how to get from point A to point B is something i cant leave for the actual writing portion because my tendency is to blank for days, trying to find the perfect way to word it or execute it.

but in this outlining portion ive got the freedom to try out a bunch of methods in a wordbarf format that gets my thoughts in order. it doesnt have to be good or make sense just yet, as long as it connects the two events, i can refine it during actual writing

and more often than not, changes Do happen in the actual writing portion, since once that bit is going on ive got a clearer idea on how the scene is flowing and all that jazz. still, those changes are hinged upon the fact that ive got a skeleton prior, or else i'd have a really hard time trying to figure out whats not working because i hadnt put a Thing thats Not doing the job yet. i guess my penchant for doing this step that i know many people see as insane is that it's easier for me to work on something imperfect that already exists than to make something do what it needs to do on the first try

heres another portion i still consider as part of step 3: me trying to figure out how marius and giann have their argument in chapter 5

and then i basically transplanted these into the chronological outline portion so i could see how it works in the actual scene

so my full outline for this fic is a grand total of 6.7k words cuz i do the detailed outline for every single scene HAHA

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aaaaand thats how i outline, anon! i hope this sates ur curiosity :DDD

#and speaking of outlining im in the process of revamping the ch3 outline for my marluke college au smutfic JHVKSJFH #ONLY TOOK ME 7 MONTHS TO GET BACK TO THAT FIC. I GET DISTRACTED SOOOO EASILY #asks #anon

[datastate]

yttd timeloops are so so delicious but unfortunately unless ive whittled down every little reason and realistic explanation for a scenario to occur i physically can't write it

#this is why my kai ch2 has gone kaput and my mr chidouin fucking dies au has been my primary focus instead #though there's still something special to me abt kai & sara within the death game...esp if ch1 proceeds as normal #letting sara be uncomfortable even after the truth comes to light bc. trauma lol. kai's acceptance of that and giving her space #reko taking on a protective role in kai's stead. nao and reko both offering emotional support #eventually slight open up. but ch2'1 final attraction -> kai is tempted w the opportunity to save sara before the death game ever happened #he doubts they've killed her but ranger has acted so erratic he may have gone against the rule. as far as he knows the doll is the only #essence of sara that is left. etc. it's a whole thing i have unfinished 24 pages of the outline #mainly because altho it is interesting to have them discover the exit sooner. and ranger v. kai. and strained relation w many #kai's story is generally satisfactory for me? and he would be a bit questionable sure but he would try to get everyone out at first #really the main intrigue is how ranger goes for kai's throat and kai dealing with ch3 paired w hinako (another agent) #& how kai makes it very clear that he's willing to sacrifice any one of the others to keep sara alive. which makes him a slight antagonist? #anyway i could go on but anyway anyway i could make up something else for the yabusames but him being there detracted from nao's story #and i would never do that to my girl so goodbye kai i will miss you forever and ever 💔 #jestersvaguely #yttdposting

[nameification]

see/saw (whichever works for the tense ur writing in) for the wip ask game?

oh this one's fun

But this…thing is by far, the furthest thing from divine that the soldier has ever seen.  There, shambling on the street, the sound of pained groans filling the air, a grotesque mass of flesh and blood and, as far as she is aware, all of it is alive. It passes through the streets, covering whatever it touches in filth and blood, sometimes leaving chunks of itself behind.

From chapter 2 of Godseeker Chronicles which. well it is a story about killing god but. very evidently there it is also about something else

#viv.txt #the mailbox #ask game #another thing abt this. technically ch1 is more of a prologue #but it's like. 2.6k words and thats quite a bit #then again ch2 jumps to. 6.5k words #and ch3 rn is like. i mean rn it's just a bit under 500 and. well. based on the outline it will be. a bit long

[popstart]

i completely fucking threw out the outline of chapter 2 these guys just wrote themselves. like im looking back at this outline being like wow this is shit im so glad i did literally none of this. i hope every other chapter is as easy but i highlistly doubt it will be

#teeeeeeeechnically its not done but i have like 200-500 words left its basically done #will be posted whenever i feel like it (when i have ch3 half written and i can edit for continuity errors) #the outline for ch3 is so exciting i cant wait to finish 2 so i can write 3. but also its gonna be a lot more strategy and eauuahgagahjj #just more shit to keep track of and harder to write #ps talks

[infamous-if]

prologue done!

finally! <3 today will be spent play testing and by tomorrow or Friday it should hopefully be up for band tier. then I can go back to regular Patreon posts/holiday special + working on the rest. CH1 and CH2 should go by much faster because ive been working on them when I needed breaks from the prologue. CH3 has been outlined. The beta testers haven't all been chosen yet, so that will be announced when they do.

I've taken a lot of suggestions from everyone since the first demo came out, many of which you'll only see after the prologue. but in the prologue I've

expanded and added scenes

expanded choices (more personality choices for variation)(one example: you can now have an MC who is more reliant on drinking from the start aka more choices where MC expresses needing a drink lolol/more of a partier MC and on the other hand, there are more professional, reserved choices)(among others)

fixed prose, added more details, added more conversations

just added a lot more context

and more :)

the biggest would be the scene changes/additions. but yeah. I think this prologue is a lot stronger than it was. I hope it continues that way for the rest until CH3!

Obviously this is still alpha until the beta testers get their hands on it + give feedbacks and suggestions + the rest of the chapters may push me to add more context and additions but I really like it.

That's all! More info on the prologue's changes will be out when I post it on Patreon. Have a good day!!

#mini #update #devlog

[gogh-with-the-flow]

Blood in the Wine- 6

Chapter Six: Merlot

A/N: MORE!!! GAZ!!! SMUT!!! Y'all already know I love this man so much.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, blood play, cum eating, spitting, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), degradation

Chapter Song: Aqua Regia by Sleep Token (yes another ST song sue me)

MASTERLIST, CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH7

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The fire beside you crackled with fervorous life, the wood spitting sparks into the air, stray embers drifting through the air on their own heat, glowing until they burned up and dropped onto the hearth. The heat warped the air around it, heatwaves danced in the air.

The only sound that contested the cracking wood were your moans as Gaz kissed and licked your body. He stopped at your chest, sucking one of your nipples back into his mouth, making you moan out at the sensitivity of it. Your hands flew up to his head again. He dragged his sharp teeth up your chest, your neck, teasing your supple flesh with the points. Your breath shuddered, and then he was there, breathing your whimper into his mouth. Those burning maroon eyes, reflecting the flames beside you, drinking in your half-lidded gaze.

You could feel the bulge in his pants grinding into you, and for a moment you were brought back to that night at the club, the feeling of him against your body, the excitement of following home, the anticipation of what was to come. You’d waited long enough for this. You’d been through too much already to wait any longer. You needed him. 

Your hands trailed down from his shoulders, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the firm ridges of his abs, until you felt the short coiled hair of his happy trail just above his waistband. You heard his breath hitch, felt it puff against your lips. You watched him watching you. Your nails scratched his hair and he sighed. You felt farther south, finding the clear outline of his dick through his pants, and he couldn't help but buck into your hand, his teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. He let you take your time, reveling in every brush of your fingers feeling him up, the light pressure of palm up against him. 

Your fingers made their way under his waistband and he sighed as you lightly grip him. His skin was soft and sticky around the hard shaft. The head was as plush as his lips were, and precum leaked from the tip. You squeezed the tip, rubbing the slit with one finger, eliciting a moan from him. 

“Fuck, love. Don’t tease,” he said, his voice breathier than before. You decided to take mercy on him, pulling your hand away to push his pants down, letting his dick spring to life. He helped you get them off, crawling off of you for half a moment to kick them off. 

You finally got a good look at him as he got back onto you, his dick hanging heavy between your legs. It was big, thick around the middle, and uncut. The shaft was the same beautiful dark tan as the rest of him, and as he stroked himself at the sight of you, you caught a glimpse of the head, a little darker, a little pinker. Your mouth watered. You’d have to get your lips around it sometime, but that can wait until later. In that moment, you needed him inside you. 

He situated himself above you, pulling your legs over his hips and holding himself up with an elbow above your head. His eyes alternated between your eyes and where he guided his tip through your wet folds. You whimpered as he rubbed against your clit. His lips were parted as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked back into your eyes. 

“You want this?” he asked. 

“Yes.”

“You really want this? This isn’t- it’s not compulsion, right?” he asked again, worry cracking through his confident exterior. 

“I want you, Gaz,” you assured him, reaching between your bodies to grasp him, your fingers interlocking around his dick. He moaned in surprise. “Fuck me, please,” you breathed. He smiled, teeth sparkling in the firelight, and leaned down to kiss you. You held the back of his head, scratching his scalp and he slowly devoured you. He pulled back to look at your face as he positioned himself at your entrance, wanting to see the look on your face as he slowly slid inside. 

Oh, fuck, you could feel every ridge of his cock filling you, splitting you open. The head first, the plush mushroom scraping and rubbing the muscles inside you. Your eyelids fluttered and your moans harmonized with his, an unholy duet between you two. He settled in halfway, your body struggling to take him all at once. Your pussy fluttered around him, flexing and contracting in pleasure already as your body fought to adapt to the size of him.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moans, panting breaths hitting your cheek. “Relax for me, baby. You can take me.” he pulled back out, leaving just the tip in, and then pushed in again, punching a moan out of you, reaching even further inside. “That’s it, baby. Thaaat’s it.” He pulled out once more, gathering more of your wetness with each slow, dragging thrust inside you, until he was fully seated inside, his balls fat and flush to your ass. You groaned in unison, echoing the chorus from moments before. 

He held your eyes in his, watching every microscopic twitch in your face, drinking in your image. Then he looked down at where he disappeared inside you and moaned at the sight. He watched himself pull out, wet cock glistening, and then disappeared back inside. And again, he watched the movement, faster this time, making you whine in pleasure. It was as if his cock was made to fit inside of you perfectly. The head of his dick nudged at your cervix, and he began to build a steady rhythm, rolling his hips into yours. As the force of his movements intensified, so did your sounds. You were unable to keep quiet, not that you’d want to. He fixed his eyes on your chest and watched your tits bounce with every slap-slap-slap of his hips. 

“Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect,” he groaned. You moaned his name and his red eyes flashed up to you. It was like he couldn’t look away from you for too long. He was mesmerized at the way your face distorted in pleasure, hypnotized at the thought that he was the one making you feel this good. And- fuck!- he made you feel so good.

Your pussy flexed and squeezed him as he fucked you, desperate for more of him as he hit the spot inside you that had your toes curling every time. Your knees hitched higher, legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking together behind his back. You pulled him down to kiss him, one hand scratching his scalp, weaving through the close-cropped curls on the top of his head, the other digging your nails into his shoulder blade. Your mouth dropped open at a particularly rough thrust, and you threw your head back, crying out loud for more. 

“Fuck! Gaz, fuck me!” you practically shouted. “Yes, yes, just like that!” He doubled down his efforts, determined to get you off again. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” you chanted. 

“Fucking take it so good, baby. My perfect girl.”

“Gaz, I’m gonna- ah!”

“Gonna cum for me, baby?” he said through gritted teeth into your ear. “Cum on my cock, baby. You can do it. Cum all over this fucking cock.” His filthy words pushed you over the edge and your pussy contracted around him, squeezing him in a rhythm only the two of you understood. Your legs twitched around his waist and you let out a long, low, drawn-out moan. Your eyes went crossed and your body went limp as he continued to rut into you. 

“Fuck! That’s my girl,” he grunted. “Gonna cum, baby. Where do you want it?” Shit… 

“Cum all over me,” you told him, looking him dead in those breathtaking maroon eyes. He shuddered above you, thrusting sloppily a few more times, before he pulled out, jerking his pretty cock until he was spilling hot drops of cum onto your stomach and chest, decorating your red, bloodstained skin in white. You couldn’t help the whimper at the sensation of the hot droplets. He moaned breathlessly and watched his cock paint your body. He held himself up above you on his elbow as both of you caught your breath, breathing in each other’s air. 

“Holy shit,” he said with a dazed smile, leaning his forehead on yours. You smiled back at him in your post-orgasm bliss. 

“There wasn’t a damn thing holy about that,” You quipped back. Your voice was thick and hoarse, and he didn’t miss it. He smiled, seeming to take pride in it, in how loud he made you scream- loud enough to lose your voice. He laughed, and the sound reverberated in your chest. You both looked at the cum settling on your skin, stares lingering on the way it glistened in the firelight. He swallowed hard.

A shaky hand swept some of the cum up on his finger. White and red, him and you-  pink. He brought it to his lips to taste. He licked it off with an open mouth and moaned at the taste, but didn’t swallow. Instead, he cradled your jaw and opened your mouth with a light pressure from his thumb, leaned close, and spat it into your mouth. You shuddered. You’d never done something so dirty, so depraved. You liked it. 

The taste was otherworldly. Bitter and salty and metallic and acidic. He pushed your jaw closed, never breaking eye contact. 

"Swallow," he commanded gently, and you obeyed. He smiled wickedly. In the back of your mind, you noted the irony of consuming him, the way he'd consumed part of you earlier. You smiled back at him. "That's my girl," he uttered lowly, stooping down for another kiss, still dirty, but slower than before. 

The two of you made out lazily for a while, until he finally pulled back with one final peck on your lips. He crawled off of you and stood up, studying your cum-covered body with a proud smirk as if he were an artist surveying his latest masterpiece. He bent down to retrieve your ruined, bloody shirt and used it to wipe his pearly droplets off of you, but it was more successful in smearing your old, cold blood all over your stomach. You shivered at the cold, wet sensation, and he grinned even wider. Your body looked like a Jackson Pollock. 

He helped you sit up a little and handed you his shirt, which was significantly less bloodsoaked. He pulled his boxers on as you dressed yourself and then held out a hand for you to take. 

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, love,” he said as he helped you stand on shaky legs and led you to the door. You shuffled to a stop and he looked down at you, sensing your hesitancy. “Don’t worry, the others will likely be in their own rooms by now. You’ll be fine.” You nodded and let him take you down the hall back to your bedroom. You tugged the hem of his shirt down the whole short walk, preparing for Price to pop up around the corner again. 

When you arrived at your door, you noted that there was a new, thick deadbolt screwed onto the doorframe. Gaz didn’t mention it. He also didn’t meet your eyes as he opened the door, a resounding click echoing down the hall. He placed a hand at the small of your back and followed you in. 

“Go get cleaned up,” He said, giving you a kiss on the side of your head and a gentle push towards your bathroom. You locked the door behind you and saw that a shower head and curtain had been installed for you. 

You peeled off Gaz’s shirt, turned on the shower, and stepped under the hot stream of water. You tried not to let your mind wander too much as you scrubbed the blood and mess of sex off of your body. You’d only narrowly escaped certain death for the second time, but at the hands of this Ghost. You turned the water hotter. The events of the day were finally catching up to you, and exhaustion was quickly seeping into your bones. You stood there for quite a while until you started swaying on your feet like a willow tree. You shut off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

When you stepped out, Gaz was lounging on your bed, fresh and clean, dressed in sweatpants and a clean shirt. His arms rested behind his head and his legs were spread wide. You stopped in your tracks and cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“How did you do that so fast?” you asked, sleep evident in your voice. 

“I’m quick,” he answered. You thought back to earlier, how he carried you inside so quickly it was a blur, how he undressed you in the blink of an eye. 

“Yeah, I guess you are.” You walked to your dresser to get something to sleep in. You glanced at him to see that he was still watching you. You shifted on your feet and looked down at the towel wrapped around you. “Do you mind?”

“Love, I was inside you an hour ago,” he replied with an easy smile, “nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Gaz,” you said, a bit whinier than intended. He shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes, but closed them nonetheless. You dressed yourself and padded over to where he laid, taking the spot next to him. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to lay your head on his chest. It was surprisingly easy to sink into him, to fall into the plush mattress and the firm, lean muscle of his pec. It was all borderline domestic. It would be, if it weren’t for that nagging sense of danger that crept in from the shadowy corners of the room. 

“Price is gonna be pissed… we ruined his couch,” you mumbled, your cheek smushed and your tongue heavy. 

“Don’t worry about that tonight. I’ll talk with him in the morning.” his voice was already lulling you to sleep. “Tomorrow was supposed to be a feeding day, but I’ll get him to give you another rest day. You deserve it after that… run-in with Ghost.” You hummed in agreement, and fell asleep to his voice rumbling in his chest, and the lingering sense of being watched. 

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You were alone when you awoke. The bed was cold, but you could just barely feel the indent of where Gaz had lain. You hadn’t even noticed him leave. The pale fingers of the morning sun poked through your curtains. You sat up, a bit disoriented and sore between your legs. The room was quiet as you got yourself ready for your day, trying to grasp and any sense of normalcy in the godforsaken manor. The feeling of being watched never dissipated. You stood before the door, teeth brushed and clothes fresh, and tried the handle. Unlocked. 

The hallway was as silent as ever, save for the distant sound of low, rumbling voices coming from Price’s office. Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept silently on bare feet. Gaz had said he’d talk to Price. You tiptoed to the door and paused. Something on the other side sounded… wet? You turned the handle slowly, slowly, slowly. The metal was cold in your hand. You cracked the door open just enough to peek inside. 

Price was sitting in his chair, the chair he’d been in when you’d made your pact, with his legs spread wide and a cigar hanging loosely between his fingers in one hand. The other hand was resting on the back of Gaz’s head, who was knelt between those massive thighs, sucking and slurping on his cock. Price guided Gaz’s pace up and down, up and down, slow and leisurely as he brought his cigar back up to his lips. He tipped his head back, blew out a plume of white smoke with a grunt following it past his lips, and looked down his nose at the man servicing him. 

You were frozen in place. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t see this. But your legs wouldn’t move, your feet wouldn't carry you away. All you could do was watch with wide eyes and trembling fingers as Gaz choked on Price’s length. 

“You use your mouth on her like this?” Price’s voice rumbled, so deep your bare feet could feel it in the floorboards. “You suck on her just like this? Hmm. That's it lad. Just like that.” Gaz moaned around him, wet sounds emitting from his lips; Price puffed again on his cigar, his chest rising and falling faster. “I could smell her on your fucking breath the moment you stepped in here.” His hips twitched. “That’s it. Fucking choke on it. That’s what you get for ruining my nice couch.” He cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes. 

“Up here spending your night fucking our new little pet while Soap was bleedin’ out. Makin’ us all hear those pretty sounds of hers. Had to listen to you two while I was chaining up Ghost and patching up Soap. And then,” he bucks his hips into Gaz’s mouth, “I had to take care of myself, all alone. Now you've got to make up for it."

And then his eyes snapped over to you. His icy eyes pinned you in place, and he grinned. His head rolled back further, but he never broke eye contact with you. Your heart hammered in your chest and you knew he could hear it, he could sense the blood gushing through it, flooding your cunt. He pushed Gaz’s head down further and groaned, deep and throaty. He came while staring directly into your eyes, and Gaz swallowed it all. Your mouth hung open as you panted and tried not to drool. 

Gaz pulled away, also panting, licked his lips, and looked up at Price. But when he saw that Price was no longer looking down at him, instead  smiling at something over his head, he followed his gaze. Both men stared at you, one satisfied, amused, even; the other’s expression unreadable. You tried to break away, to run back down the hall, but your legs had turned to stone. 

Oh, fuck.

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[yuurivoice]

Hows the process of Shattered coming along is it going good?

Finally, yes. Kinda had to go back to the drawing board on my original outline because it felt a little too lukewarm.

Shattered will probably be a little divisive. If you didn't fuck with the fantastical elements introduced in BitterSweet Ch3, you might as well pack your shit. 😂

We are going down that rabbit hole and establishing a lot of core themes and foundational pieces of the broader world building, with Auron and Rook serving as our front row seat to wtf is going on.

Not that this will fundamentally change dynamics featured in one shots, etc and so forth. They'll always have their slice of life content. But...I'm getting the fuck on with the urban fantasy side of things.

Some folks won't dig it and that's fine. I'm going to create what I want to create and those who stick along for the ride will be rewarded with what I hope is one of the most satisfying chapters of anything I've ever created!

We'll be diving right tf in when it kicks off. I'm still moving pieces around the chessboard as I build out the story, but I'm confident in where it'll lead me.

There is one more major piece of the puzzle I will not be revealing until it's time. I'm going to take as long as I need to get it right so I can curate a really damn cool experience. If I pull it off, it'll be a greater achievement than BS3 was.

It's a lot of work, and I realized that I needed to work through some feelings and soreness I had after BS3 that left me gun shy. I won't be holding anything back, or giving up on ideas and direction that I'm passionate about. This one is for me.

[within-your-eyes-if]

November 1st Progress Update

I hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable Halloween, for those who celebrated!

First and foremost, real life has thrown some curveballs my way, I'll be largely unavailable at the end of this week. I have a long update here, so lets jump in.

Alpha Testing Progress: It's moving along quite well! Only 3 more scenes to implement (hi testers, I know you're waiting ♥), and then Part One will be 'complete'. Once additional testing and feedback implementation are done, it'll undergo a brief beta test. Current word count? A whopping 146k! I anticipate it crossing 150k after these scenes. And yes, I may be recruiting a few more testers today or tomorrow - I have kept applications, so if you’ve already applied, no need to reapply.

Big Shoutout: To all my testers - you're stars! Thank you for your dedication and patience.

Heights and Measures: I've been mulling over the heights of female Gabriel and male Xiao for quite a while. While I've previously addressed and altered fem Lee’s height, fem Gabriel’s has been on my mind too. I'm aiming for more diversity in my ROs, so your thoughts would be invaluable. Here’s a poll to gather some feedback. Please remember, while I deeply value your input, the final decision will be based on what feels right for the story.

About Poly Routes: Many of you have expressed excitement about the inclusion of poly routes, and I apologize for not offering clarity on their nature earlier. Rest assured, I remain committed to delivering these routes, but I aim to ensure each one is rich and fulfilling. Presently, I'm contemplating both triangle and V poly dynamics, with the goal of finding what aligns best with the narrative and characters. Although the triangle dynamic was my initial plan, I believe I may be able to implement both, but I'm still not 100% certain yet.

In structuring the poly routes, particularly as they debut in Chapter 3, I debated including the casual flings found with certain ROs in non-poly routes, alongside the deeper romantic ties intrinsic to all ROs. After reflection, I've resolved that poly routes will emphasize romance exclusively. Thus, if your character's preference leans towards no-strings-attached flings, these won't characterize the poly routes. Given the array of ROs and their diverse dynamics, not to mention non-RO flings, this decision streamlines my writing process and makes it easier for me to have one aspect to focus on with them. Your patience and understanding in this matter are deeply appreciated.

That being said: Given the depth of my story, I'm leaning towards releasing future updates in smaller segments, akin to Chapter 3's structure. This isn't just about speed but about ensuring quality across the numerous ROs and narrative paths.

Chapter 3 expanded beyond my initial imagination, causing some initial stress, making me wonder what was needed and what wasn't (but it all felt necessary). So in the end, I decided to break it, and I'm very glad I did. It's relieved a lot of my worries. This lets me keep the story's richness intact and (hopefully) reduce the wait between updates.

I've started to notice my creative process sometimes takes me beyond initial outlines, or even reevaluate them entirely, letting the story breathe and evolve more naturally. This realization is relatively new for me, but it's shaping how I approach future updates.

From Ch3 Part One and on, future updates will likely be broken into parts, potentially leading to more "Chapter #: Part One" styled releases. I hope this provides clarity on my evolving approach and is seen not only as way for me focus on individual parts, but as a way to consistently update.

I hope this all makes sense! While I don't have a specific release day in mind yet, I feel my mid-November prediction is correct. Thank you all for your continued support and love. It means the world to me!

#within your eyes if #work in progress #progress update #wye romance information

[lordoftherazzles]

Razzy Writes 01.

I wanted to do some posts to discuss what I'm working on currently, how I'm doing, and what you can expect in the (near) future when it comes to my fics and things! It's really just journaling for me, but maybe others will find some enjoyment in it!

January Task List

Task marked with ★ is what I'm currently working on

Word Count: 22k

Write: As The Tide Turns (CH4)

Write: Bookbinder//Songwriter (CH13)

Write: Kurdu 'abadaz (CH5) ★

Write: Golden Hearts Bleed Faster (CH3)

Write: May Your Forge Burn Bright (CH17)

Write: May Your Forge Burn Bright (CH18)

Outline: Led Only By The Stars (B)

Edit: May Your Forge Burn Bright (CH17)

Revamp: "Scars" Oneshot

What I've accomplished so far...

Posted "Below the Belt" [E] for @tolkienpinupcalendar's event!

Finished writing MYFBB CH17

Finished writing GHBF CH3

Almost finished writing K'A CH5

I had covid going into the new year, which gave me a lot of time at home, so I've made a decent dent in my goals for this month - with still a long way to go, and realistically, I know I won't get ALL of those chapters written this month, but I can shift what I don't finish to next month!

9189/22000 words written

My word count goal felt like it was going to be a struggle going into the new year, but I think I'm doing pretty good so far!! Almost halfway there, and we're not even halfway through the month.

Thank you to everyone for your continued support!

#raz wips #raz in progress #bagginshield #since that's all i'm working on right now!

[sardinemasc]

my new and (i say this with confidence) final design for my 2024 temperature blanket!!!

i'm no longer starting it in december on my bday, but just jan 1st : ] each hexagon is one day. the center/first round is the low temp, the second round is the average, and the third/connecting round is the high!!

this is my first time doing hexagons and holy shit I Am In Love. my new favorite thing. they are so fun!!!! especially these with the circle in the middle <3

this is the pattern im using for the circle hexagon pattern, and this is the tutorial i'm using for the join-as-you-go!! i altered the cirlce/hexagon pattern slightly for my own use, which i will put under the cut (i don't write patterns other than for myself, so this is just a rough outline for me to remember what i'm doing throughout the year lol):

R0: ch3, sl st to first ch. 

R1: ch2, 11dc in circle (12dc total).

R2: ch2, turn, 1dc in same st. 2dc in each st around (24dc total).

R3: ch2, turn. 1dc, ch2, 2dc in same st. *dc into next 3 st. 2dc, ch2, dc2 in next st. repeat from * until 6 corners complete.

#2024 temperature blanket #temperature blanket #crochet #my crochet #my art #fiber art

[tideswept]

First post of 2024, let's go!

First off! I'll be picking up my goal of 100 books a year again and will post a tracker next, feel free to join in and/or give recommendations as the year progresses. ❤ I'm a voracious but lazy reader, so I don't venture outside of my usual circle of authors as often as I should, which is actually the point of the tracker!

Secondly, I want to show off the podfic @sweet-cynic did of stubborn in the bones and the delicious Padobi/Masterkin @ossidae-passeridae wrote for silly ol' me. 💕

stubborn in the bones (podfic)

surrender | be moved and shaken

Yessss, yesss, look at the pretty, look at it!

Third, and really what you're interested in--State of Fic Updates and Previews!

ACTIVE WIPS:

[Hartwin] a tender gasp of inevitable ache ch2: 3k in, rough outline written out. Guesstimating something like 6k for this one.

Then Merlin pipes up.  “God, I thought you two couldn’t get more obnoxious.” Neither of them starts. Kingsman trained them too well for that. But Eggsy’s fingers curl around the stem of his fork before relaxing. Since there’s no data being fed into his glasses, he assumes this is an informal check-in.  He places another forkful of tender, exquisite salmon on his tongue, closing his lips around the tines and dragging the fork out without breaking eye contact with Harry. This might be mainly to yank Merlin’s tail, but he can’t deny that Harry watching him make a slaggy spectacle of himself ignites a forbidden, heady thrill. It’s better than the cock of a well-oiled gun—better even than firing off a snazzy one-liner when taking out bad guys.

[Hartwin] always be something sacred ch3: 1.6k in, some thorny things to work out. Might be a split POV chapter, might also end up being 5 chapters total after all, we'll see!

“Opinion on a blockade?” Harry asks, shrugging off his jumper, heading for the hidden armory beneath the staircase. He’d long ago bought and hollowed out the neighboring houses that bracketed his own for security and usage—pressing his palm against the wooden panel reveals a hidden entrance.  It’s amazing that Eggsy, despite all his rightful suspicions and cleverness, has never figured this secret out. He would have loved it. There’s no need for Harry to close his eyes and imagine that boy’s delight, he knows the exact grin that Eggsy would flash, his choked, skeptical laughter, his glee. How carefully Harry would have to watch his hands to ensure that Eggsy didn’t pocket anything.  Pain digs sharp claws behind his breastbone. He ignores it. Regret can come later, after Eggsy isn’t at the mercy of an unknown enemy. 

[Obikin] Untitled -- Alpha!PadObi/Beta!Masterkin: smutty irredeemable oneshot, ahoy!

Obi-Wan groans again. He stumbles onto his sleeping bag and lies there, gritting his teeth. Through their bond, Anakin experiences an echo of the pure need threatening to drag the nineteen-year-old into a feral state.  Or that will kill him.  Anakin swears in Huttese. If he were better at mind suggestions or at meditation, if he could karking heal, he could help. If he were an alpha, he could superimpose his will and force Obi-Wan to calm down. And if he were an omega… Well. Anakin didn’t successfully see one Padawan through an intergalactic war only to lose his second Padawan to something as ridiculous as this.

[Obikin] Untitled2: another irredeemable smutty oneshot, yay!

“Are you sure that you’re alright, Anakin?” Obi-wan asks for the third time, exasperated to the point where no matter what Anakin claims, he’s going to stop their walk and examine Anakin from head to toe. But instead of lying again, Anakin, who has been making the strangest noises as they pushed through the wildly lush jungle that covers the planet, groans piteously and stops so suddenly that Obi-Wan almost runs into him.  “Anakin?”  “I’m—kark, don’t make me say it.”  Since Anakin stubbornly refuses to face him, Obi-Wan circles around to find Anakin flushed and sweaty, his lips torn from biting down.

[Obikin] Untitled3: probably still irredeemable but not actually smutty! for @sweet-cynic, a bit of a... TMA-SW fusion AU? (featuring Priest-Wan because we could always use more of that.)

The day Obi-Wan Kenobi stumbles over the bedraggled figure curled up tight at a corner of the stairs leading up to the church is already one of exhaustion and fury drowned in alcohol. He is in no charitable mood, but discovering a small child wedged tight against the stonework in the middle of the night, with the chill of an early winter creeping in, horrifies him into action. Are they dead? Obi-Wan wonders, leaning down carefully. Wrapped up in misery and in shapeless, grimy garments, the child is nothing but a genderless mop of blond hair and too-pink ears peeking out from the collar of the jacket they’re wearing, some cast off business jacket for an adult repurposed for warmth against the bitterness of October.  He clears his throat. “He—” Blue eyes snap open.  Too blue, too bright, there’s not enough light that I should be able to see the color. But Obi-Wan doesn’t pay that thought as much attention as it deserves. “Hello there. That doesn’t seem terribly comfortable." The poor creature—Obi-Wan still cannot pinpoint a gender, the face dark with dirt—shifts away from him, inching to regain space as if they don’t trust him despite the markers of his office, the collar, the coat, the cross weighing heavy on his chest.

NEXT UP:

airline Obikin shenanigans for @virahaus

even more shenanigans set in bones of a miracle for @gretchenzellerbarnes

A coda for all things unsaid

I'm hoping Untitled2 will be finished today, but we'll see. :) After some of these go up I will finally get back to working on fear the crown and the devil is a gentleman. They're long overdue for updates. (Also have my eye on you should see what we do in my head--definitely want to finish that this month.)

And that concludes the State of Fic! ❤ If I have forgotten anyone or any thing or you have a question about a fic not mentioned, please give me a poke.

#berryfic #berrytalk.txt

[abitohoney]

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 3 of 6 - Hand Me the Nutmeg AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 5.7k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Dragging Sevika to her boss's holiday party starts just as you expected. She's grumpy, uninterested, and simply all around no fun. Thankfully you find the perfect activity to turn that frown upside down. (Cum and get yer smut!)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

“We’re gonna be late!” you call out from the bathroom after you finish applying some bright red lipstick. When Sevika doesn’t reply, you poke your head out of the door into your bedroom.

Sevika stands in front of a mirror over a small dresser, struggling to adjust the holiday sweater you bought her. “This is so fucking stupid,” she grumbles when you step up behind her. Her stormy gray eyes are focused on the hem of the sweater as she attempts- and fails- to tug it down over the top of her pants. Too busy with that battle, she doesn’t notice the reflection of your smile, but she does notice your poorly stifled giggles. “Why is this so damn short?” she gripes.

“So I can see those gorgeous abs of yours, duh,” you reply as you graze over the skin of said abs with the tips of your fingers. Her stomach quakes, muscles flexing beneath your touch. It’s the only place she’s ticklish, and though she’d never let you really go at it, you still manage to sneak in the occasional light tease. “Besides, it's really no shorter than your typical top,” you point out and take your hands away before she can grab them.

“My typical top is not an ugly ass sweater.” Her narrowed eyes rise to your face reflected in the mirror as you move to stand beside her. The moment she catches your genuine smile, she releases an exaggerated sigh and her scowl fades into something softer. Though she may never say it in such words, she truly adores your smile.

“We look cute together,” you say, taking in the sight of your matching ugly sweaters. Hers is a garish bright green with a black outline of the Grinch and- appropriately- the words ‘The Grinch’. It fits snug, hugging her soft curves and hard muscles, making an otherwise ugly sweater look rather tempting. You had removed the sleeve of the left arm to allow her to slip it over her mech arm without risk of snagging. Your sweater is a bright red with a white outline of a Santa hat and the words ‘Mrs. Claus, but sleeping with the Grinch’. It's equally snug, but reaches the waist of your knee length, white, pleated skirt.

“ You look… cute ," she replies, left eye twitching as she forces out that last word. "Don’t use that term in reference to me.”

“Oh! Almost forgot. I have something else that will make us even cuter!” you exclaim, ignoring her demand entirely. Opening one of the dresser drawers, you pull out a Santa hat, reindeer antlers and a little red Rudolph nose. You put the Santa hat on your head, then turn your attention to Sevika as you grab the antlers.

“Babe, no,” Sevika sighs as you reach up to slip the antlers on her head, but she makes no motion to stop you.

Checking her appearance in the reflection, you can barely contain the utter glee the sight induces. “Oh. My. God. Sevika, you are adorable!” you squeal. Even as she scowls at you in the mirror, it doesn’t take away from just how cute she looks. If anything, it enhances it. She’s your big, cute, Grinch. “Here! Put the nose on!” You insist and hold it out for her. When all she does is narrow her eyes at your reflection, you push out your bottom lip and give her your sweetest doe eyes. “Please. Everyone else is going to be dressed up!”

"I agreed to wear this dumb sweater. Even let you put these ridiculous ears-"

"Antlers," you correct her with a smile.

"Whatever. Don't act like I'm not dressing up for you," she grumbles.

She really has allowed you to push her boundaries. More and more over time, really. She clearly is trying hard to please you, and you realize you need to be more appreciative of all the adjustments she's made just for you.

"Okay. You're right," you relent with a deflated sigh. "Thank you," you add with a soft smile. Stretching up on your tiptoes, you press a chaste kiss to her cheek, leaving a bright red imprint against her rich, brown skin. That earns you a sweet, crooked grin from her as she turns to face you.

Sevika slips her hands under the back of your sweater, pulling you against her warm, hard body as she bends down to press her plush lips to yours.

You slide your hands up between your bodies, palms smoothing over muscled abs and curved breasts until they rest against her shoulders. Clinging to her, you return the kiss in earnest.

She tilts her head to deepen the kiss, her tongue tracing along your lips. When you eagerly part them, she wastes no time delving in.

Your mouth fills with a heady burst of flavor- fine cigars and whiskey. It's something that even after all the time you've spent with her, will always leave you with a heady sensation. A mix of feeling high as a kite, warm to the core, and undeniably aroused.

Realizing the two of you are going to be late to Silco's party- not to mention how badly you need the oxygen she's unknowingly denied you- you finally pull away. Both of you gaze at one another through hooded eyes, longing to keep taking that kiss wherever it was headed.

"We need to go," you whisper breathlessly. "We're gonna be late."

She stares down at you- your lipstick smeared lips- for a moment longer before finally relenting. "Alright. Gotta clean the mess you made first."

"Hey, you made a mess too, you know," you reply with a playful smile. When she raises an inquisitive brow, you in turn raise yours. Certainly she can catch onto your little innuendo without you needing to explain. And that she does.

Her now red stained lips curl into a knowing smirk. "If you weren't so insistent on being there on time , I'd offer to clean that up for you," she purrs while slipping her flesh hand beneath your skirt to tease over your noticeably damp underwear.

You try to step back, away from her wandering fingers, but the metal hand at your back holds you firmly in place. "Please don't tempt me," you whine.

Again, she chews over your request, but ceases her teasing while she does. Taking in the sight of your pleading eyes, she relents once more. She wipes her damp finger along the waistband of your underwear and steps away, all while keeping that damn sexy smirk in place.

The two of you enter the bathroom. You clean away your smudged lipstick and reapply a fresh coat, while she removes the marks you left on her cheek and mouth.

By the time you and Sevika arrive outside Silco's apartment, you can barely contain your excitement. The box of cookies the two of you had baked and decorated bounces in your hands as you rock back and forth on your heels. You've met a couple of Sevika's coworkers, but never her boss.

Sevika gives you the side eye before pressing the buzzer.

The door opens, revealing a fairly tall- though not as tall as Sevika- and lanky man. Silco. You'd heard his eyes were something to behold, and boy was that the truth. His left eye, set within a wave of scars, is a fiery iris set within a black abyss. His right eye- still healthy and untouched by the scarring, is a pleasant teal color, but it's just as unnerving in its cool, calculating demeanor.

"Ah, Sevika. How nice of you…" his drawl trails off for a moment when he takes notice of her reindeer antlers. "... How nice of you to join us." He sounds terribly unamused and you're not sure if that's just part of his personality or if he has some issue with Sevika. His good eye drops to your face. "And I see you've brought a… friend ."

Not so sure you like the way he called you her ‘friend’, you ignore the warning jabs of Sevika's metal fingers against your back. "Girlfriend, actually," you tell him matter-of-factly.

His unscarred brow raises and you can hear Sevika's frustrated sigh beside you. "I see," he replies without an ounce of care in his tone. "Please, come in." He steps back and off to the side to allow you both to enter.

Sevika strides in while you follow close behind her. You flash Silco a friendly smile as you hand him the box of cookies. "Cookies. For the potluck," you explain, still smiling.

His otherwise straight lined lips twitch, which you assume is his attempt to return the friendly gesture.

No wonder Sevika is his right hand. Just a couple of crabby, emotionally constipated-

Your thoughts are interrupted as Sevika bends down to hiss against your ear. "I thought you said everyone would be dressed up!"

Scanning the room, you observe the two of you are- in fact- the only ones wearing silly festive attire. Everyone else is dressed in nice, fancy holiday clothing. Shrugging your shoulders, you whisper out of the side of your mouth, "But we're the cutest ones here."

"You owe me for this," she threatens.

"Yes, yes. You can punish me later," you reply. Before she can get another word in, you catch sight of Ran and Dustin- the only two guests you know- and immediately gravitate towards them.

"Hi Ran," you say cheerfully when you come to stand beside them at one of the tables lined with food and drinks.

Ran, midst listening to Dustin ramble about Janna knows what, turns to you. Ignoring him entirely, their dark lips slip into a sly smile. “Hey, pretty girl,” they greet you, voice low and smooth.

From your periphery you see Sevika step up beside you, just in time to hear Ran’s subtle flirting, but she says nothing. You’ve noticed that over your time being Sevika’s girl, that her protectiveness over you seemed to allow Ran as the only exception. The two of them would usually cast subtle, knowing glances at one another. A silent agreement, perhaps. It was as if they had some sort of history. Something beyond just coworkers or friends.

You smile coyly at Ran and your cheeks blush at the compliment. Ran is undeniably attractive. Dark, quiet, mysterious and alluring. Not that you’d ever act on that attraction. At least not without Sevika’s permission.

Ran nods in greeting to Sevika, who in turn does the same. Then Ran’s dark eyes roam over Sevika’s sweater and up to her antlers, their smile growing in unabashed amusement. They turn back to you, taking note of the matching sweater.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Sevika bites out, tone low and threatening.

Still admiring your outfit, Ran leans towards you to whisper, “Cute.”

Sevika scoffs, clearly having heard the comment, and turns to observe the room in an effort to ignore you two.

“Thanks!” you reply, all smiles and proud of yourself.

Silco strolls up at your other side to place your box of cookies down on the table before turning to answer the door when the buzzer sounds again.

Dustin, who seems to have preoccupied himself with something in his nose- gross- immediately reaches for one of the cookies. Apparently Sevika’s sanitary standards are higher than her coworkers’. And wouldn’t you know it, the first thing Dustin does is drag his nasty ass tongue over the entire length of the gingerbread man in his hand, but not without first locking eyes with you. He smiles, sickly- perversely- and it makes you grimace and turn away to face Sevika. Apparently her eating etiquette is also better than her coworkers’.

“I’m thirsty,” you tell her, “Let’s get something to drink.” She says nothing, but follows you as you turn to make your way down to the other end of the table. You flash Ran one last smile over your shoulder and they return it with their own playful smirk and wave of their metal fingers.

“What the hell is this?” Sevika asks, her face scrunching in disgust as you start to ladle out two servings of eggnog.

You hand her a cup and grin as she sniffs it suspiciously. “It’s called eggnog. It’s a typical Holiday drink. You’ve seriously never had any?” Taking a sip, you watch as she takes her own, very cautious, sip. The grimace she makes as she immediately pulls it away from her mouth has you giggling out loud.

“This is disgusting,” she grunts and sets the cup on the table.

“It’s an acquired taste,” you explain.

Sevika says nothing, instead reaching into the pouch at her side to remove a fairly large flask.

“What are you doing?” you ask, though it’s pretty obvious she’s spiking her own drink.

“There’s no way I’m making it through tonight without this,” she grumbles as she pours a rather hefty amount into her cup. “Want some?” she asks.

Honestly, you could use a drink yourself seeing as you’ll likely be subject to rather unsanitary acts most of the night. “Sure,” you reply and hold your cup out. You notice she only gives you about half as much as she poured herself. And it’s a good thing too, because as you take a drink, you nearly sputter at how strong it is. “Damn, what is this?”

“Rum. Top shelf,” she replies, lips curling up into a smirk at your inability to handle anything remotely strong. She takes a considerable gulp, her shoulders slumping almost immediately. Perhaps there’s still hope for her to enjoy herself tonight.

You spend most of the night hanging around Sevika in companionable silence. You had made several attempts to chat with Ran- or rather at Ran- as they mostly just listened. Unfortunately, Dustin was entirely too weird and gross for your liking, so those conversations were quite brief.

Sevika made zero attempt to talk with anyone besides an occasional short, private conversation with Silco. Probably talking shop. She did, however, let you go on an occasional rant to her about something. She would just watch you with that tiny smirk on her face, apparently amused by how passionate you got about some subjects. Unbeknownst to you, those rants became more and more nonsensical and long winded the more spiked eggnog you drank. Of course she remained cool, calm and unaffected despite drinking far more than you, at least if strictly referencing alcohol content. You had certainly drunk more than your fair share of eggnog.

“I need to use the restroom,” you whisper to Sevika when that feeling hits you without warning.

She merely grunts from where she leans against the wall, but her eyes remain protectively on you as you walk away.

After finishing your business and checking on your appearance, you step out of the bathroom a bit disoriented. Yeah, you definitely had a bit too much to drink. You glance through the crowd of people for Sevika. Considering how damn massive she is, it really shouldn’t be that hard to find her, but she’s not where you last left her. Sighing, you make your way through the mass of people as discreetly as you can until you see Sevika leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the room- basically as far away from people as possible.

As you step up to her, she’s just finishing a glass of eggnog, your glass you note by how she is holding an empty glass in her other hand.

“Thankss for holding my drink,” you state sarcastically, not realizing the slight slur your voice has taken on.

“Fucking need more than this to make it through this shit fest,” she grumbles, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. Her eyes flit to your flush face and silly, lopsided smile. “Looks like you’ve had enough anyway, sweetheart.”

Taking both empty glasses from her, you set them on a small table along the wall. Glancing up at her grumpy expression, you can’t help but smile at how adorable she looks with her face all scrunched up and pouty. Like a huge, gorgeous, petulant child… with an undersized sweater and reindeer antlers.

“It’s not that bad. I mean nobody is really bothering us and there’s plenty of alcohol,” you point out, this time concentrating on your speech and keeping that slur at bay. Or at least you think.

Her narrowed eyes flit to your face before dropping to her sweater.

“It is that bad. This hideous fucking sweater is hot and itchy as hell,” she gripes, scratching at her neck with her metal fingers. Your eyes travel over how snug the wool sweater fits to her sculpted body. Even with such a gaudy, ugly sweater that is clearly at least two sizes too small for her, she looks hot as hell. Her bulging bicep stretches the fabric so tight you can see traces of her beautiful dark skin poking through. And it’s no coincidence that it’s as short as it is, revealing that tantalizing strip of skin. You bought that sweater knowing damn well how it would look on her, and you regret nothing.

“You’re so cute in it though!!” you coo, giving her bicep a playful little poke. Something catches your eye just above her head and you tilt your head back to glance up.

“I told you; do NOT call me cu-”

“Sevika! Look!” you exclaim, cutting her off when you realize there are several sprigs of mistletoe just above your heads. “Mistletoe!”

Sevika glances up to the ceiling, grimacing at the plant before dropping her attention back to your beaming face. “So what?”

Brows furrowed in confusion, you can’t possibly believe she doesn’t know the significance. “Do you not know what that means?” you ask incredulously. Taking her less than amused expression as a no, you explain, “You have to kiss me. It’s bad luck to be caught under the mistletoe and refuse a kiss.” You smile up at her coyly, taking a step closer while she simply raises a brow.

“That’s complete bullshit.”

“Oh c’mon Sev,” you reply playfully, not about to let her get out of this. Slipping the palms of your hands up over her chest and shoulders, you stand up on your toes to bring your face closer to hers. “You’re not going to deny me a kiss are you?” Her eyes drop to your red painted lips as you slowly drag your tongue across them. Watching her scowl devolve into an amused little smirk, you step even closer, pressing one of your legs between her thighs and intentionally rubbing against her. That does the trick.

Sevika’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as she dips her head, cocking it to the side and capturing your lips with her own. The kiss starts innocently enough. It’s soft, gentle, sweet, simply pressing her lips to yours. However, as you grind against her, that quickly changes. She releases a low, rumbly sound akin to that of a growl. She catches your bottom lip between her teeth and tugs. When your mouth falls open to release a soft groan, she immediately takes the opportunity to release your lip and slip her tongue inside. Her teeth clack against yours with how fervently she kisses you.

Your hands slip into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging hard as you try to match her fervor. The growl she releases against your mouth becomes a moan when you press your thigh against just the right spot between her legs.

She breaks the kiss and both of you are left panting. “Bathroom,” she grunts, digging her nails into your waist to drive home just how serious she is.

“Pantry,” you reply through heavy breaths.

Sevika arches a brow as your hands slide down to her pants. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops, you tug her along as you step backwards.

“Nobody will go in there,” you explain as you back into the small door adjacent to the kitchen. Her lips curl into a smirk, one hand leaving your waist to turn the door handle so the two of you can slip inside. She flips on the light switch. A dingy, low yellow light floods the rather small pantry. She kicks the door shut behind her before returning her hand to your waist. 

The roles suddenly reverse and you’re no longer pulling her along. Instead, she’s quickly pushing you backwards as she captures your mouth again in another heated kiss.

Your backside slams into a series of shelves along the back wall, knocking over several cans that subsequently roll off and crash to the floor. Neither of you are bothered by it. You’re both too preoccupied with trying to shove your tongues down each other’s throats.

Her hands run wildly over your body, trying to touch every inch of skin she can reach. One hand slips up behind your head to grab a fistful of hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. She runs her mouth along your jaw, sucking, biting and marking your skin all the way down and over your neck.

Uncaring that someone could- at any moment- walk by and easily hear, you release a loud moan when she presses her thigh between yours. Your hands slip into her hair and pull her head closer as she ravishes your skin.

Her other hand snakes under the front of your sweater to grab a handful of one of your breasts. She pinches and rolls your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, pulling a gasp from your open mouth.

You’re feeling delightfully high with arousal, and the alcohol thrumming through your bloodstream is only serving to heighten it. Unfortunately it also seems to be raising the temperature in the room, as you both start to squirm in your wool sweaters.

“This fucking sweater,” Sevika curses under her breath and pulls away from you to rip said sweater off before discarding it somewhere over her shoulder. Her antlers are knocked off in the process, but neither of you take notice. “Get this off,” she grunts and grabs at the hem of your sweater. She hardly gives you a moment to push off the shelves before she’s practically tearing it off your body and tossing it to the side. Your Santa hat suffers the same fate as her antlers.

With both of you free of the uncomfortable clothing, neither of you waste any time getting your hands back on each other. You slide your hands up her toned abs, reveling in how they tighten beneath your touch. Traveling higher, you take each of her warm, heavy breasts into your hands and squeeze.

She doesn’t give you long to play with them though, as she quickly pulls one of the cups of your bra down and grabs your breast. Bending down, she wraps her lips around the supple flesh and sucks, leaving a trail of love bites. Her metal hand wraps around the other breast to knead it between her fingers.

You can feel her teeth graze down the curve of your breast before clamping down on the hardened peak. “Sevika!” you squeal and your hands grasp at her hair again. The deep, throaty chuckle she releases against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You pull her face closer as her wet tongue circles your areola before flicking your nipple, withdrawing another startled sound from your throat.

When she finally moves her mouth from your breast in favor of nibbling on one of your earlobes, you’re too distracted to notice the hand slipping beneath your skirt.

“I’m going to fuck you real good, babygirl. Think you can be quiet for me?” she rasps against your ear.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps and your body shudders. “I- oh- shit,” you moan out when you feel the fingers of her flesh hand drift up along the insides of your thighs.

“That’s not an answer,” she teases, her fingers stopping just below the apex of your thighs.

“Sev- please,” you whine, desperate for her touch. Even with your sweater discarded, the room feels unbearably hot and it’s only getting worse the more excited she gets you. “I- I’ll try. Just- please touch me,” you beg.

“That’s my good girl.”

If that praise wasn’t enough to makes your knees weak, her fingers sliding against your clothed heart sure as fuck was. The moan that slips past your parted lips is muffled when her mouth captures yours once again.

Sevika wastes no time slipping her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. She drags her middle finger between your wet folds, just barely pressing inside. Both of you groan in unison. You from the pleasure of finally feeling her where you need her, and she from the feeling of how wet you are for her. Slowly, almost tauntingly so, she slips her finger inside. She breaks the kiss, allowing you to release a shaky moan. Her finger bottoms out, buried to the last knuckle, and your legs ache with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Sevika,” you groan when you feel her slowly pull back out, only to add a second digit. You peer up at her through half-hooded eyes and Janna, she is a sight to behold. Pupils wide and filled with lust- with hunger. Both fingers- so thick and long- sink deep inside you, and it’s downright heavenly how perfectly they fit. And it would seem she’s thinking the same thing…

“Fuck, baby-” she groans, “I’ll never get used to how good your pussy feels wrapped around my fingers. So warm. Wet. Tight .”

God, can she possibly be any sexier?

“How do you want me to fuck you?” she purrs. “Fast and hard, or soft and slow?” Before your lust-clouded brain can even process the question, she’s curling her fingers and dragging them back out at a slow pace that is both agonizing and satisfying at the same time. As if that wasn’t enough to drive you mad with want, she runs the tip of her tongue over your upper lip at the same speed.

Your eyes flutter shut and you attempt to chase after her tongue- to steal a kiss. But, not only does she pull away, she releases a deep, mocking chuckle when you whine her name in protest. You open your glazed over eyes and peer up at her… insidious smile.

Apparently yes- yes she can be sexier.

Feeling completely overwhelmed with desire, you’re certain you couldn’t handle soft and slow. You watch her raise a brow, evil little smirk never faltering. “Fast- and hard. Please,” you breathe.

That must satiate her ego. She immediately reaches prosthetic hand down to grasp one of your thighs, lifting it up and out of the way as her human fingers plunge knuckle deep.

The motion knocks the air from your lungs, leaving your resulting moan as nothing more than an airy gasp- near silent. Your hands scramble to find purchase on something, anything, as she starts thrusting wildly inside your cunt. One hand wraps tightly around her bicep, the other clutches the metal plate that covers the shoulder joint of her prosthetic.

Both of you quickly find yourself breathing raggedly. She grunts and huffs with each powerful thrust of her fingers, and you can feel the flex of her bicep beneath your hand. Despite your effort to bite back your own sounds, the moment she uses the palm of her hand to rub against your clit, all hope of remaining quiet is lost. A mixture of broken moans, whimpers and her name seep from between your parted lips.

Feeling that familiar ache starting to form, you cling desperately to Sevika’s bicep, nails digging into her skin and threatening to break through. “Sevika,” you whimper, “I’m so close.” You’re not even sure she hears you over the sound of the shelves and their contents rattling behind you as her fingers rock your body with each pleasurable drive of her fingers.

Then, suddenly- and without warning- she pulls her palm away from your throbbing clit. Your eyes shoot up to hers, wild and desperate. “Sevika! Please don’t stop!” you cry out. Barely able to stand on the one leg you have planted on the floor, you use what little strength remains to attempt to grind into her hand. The deep, threatening growl that leaves her throat has you frozen though. She’s smiling down at you, with a sick, teasing grin.

“I’m not sure you deserve to cum, babygirl. Not after you put me in that stupid ass sweater and antlers. Lied and told me everyone else would be dressed that way,” she grunts.

Her fingers continue to thrust inside you, but it’s not enough. You need that friction.

“Sevika, please!” you beg her again. You can feel the familiar prickly sensation at the corners of your eyes when they start to water. You want- need - your release so bad. “I- I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice breaking as you struggle not to sob.

The moment Sevika catches that break in your voice- the single tear that slips down your cheek- her demeanor changes instantly. That evil smirk of hers devolves into worry. She brings her head beside yours and her mouth to your ear as she shushes you. “Shh. Babygirl, it’s okay. I’ll give you what you need.” She pulls her head back again to gaze softly down at your face. Using her knee to keep your leg propped up and out of the way, she removes her metal hand to gently swipe away the tear from your cheek with the smooth back of a finger. Her lips press softly against yours as she brings the palm of her hand back to glide against your aching clit.

You’re not sure if it’s the return of that pleasurable stimulation, or the incredible tenderness Sevika is showing you, or maybe even both, but your climax strikes like lightning. It shocks every nerve- every muscle. You pull away from her mouth to gasp while she fucks you through your orgasm with determination. Time slows and stills for that brief, pleasurable moment and all you can do is cling onto her as if your life depends on it. As the last wave rocks your body, you can feel her fingers slow from a brutal pace to something more steady, gentle. Then, your body finally falls limp between her and the shelves behind you.

Sevika’s fingers still inside you and she rests her sweat slick forehead against yours. She gazes down at you with a proud little smirk as both of you struggle to catch your breath. Her chest heaves in unison with your own. Moving her knee away from your leg, she allows you to stand on both feet. However, when your knees buckle she quickly wraps her prosthetic arm around your waist to keep you upright. She chuckles deeply and runs her nose along the side of yours affectionately before peppering your cheek and neck with chaste kisses.

The door behind Sevika suddenly swings open. You’re too fucked out to even process the situation, but Sevika isn’t. She slowly turns to glance over her shoulder, fingers still knuckle deep in your cunt.

Silco stands frozen in the doorway. His good eye widens, for just a brief moment, taking in the sight before him. Sevika- his right hand woman- stands with her back to him. She’s shirtless, sweaty and covered in lipstick stains. You- his subordinate’s girlfriend - are pinned against the rows of shelves in his pantry. You too are shirtless and sweaty, but also staring blankly with eyes glazed over and mouth hanging slack. His face quickly returns to its normal I could care less expression and he turns his attention to Sevika. “Sevika, if you would be so kind as to hand me the nutmeg… seeing as you are currently blocking it,” he drawls.

Without a word, Sevika carefully removes her prosthetic from around your waist, pressing her body against yours to keep you from collapsing. Reaching up to a nearby shelf, she grabs the spice and hands it to Silco. He nods to her and turns to leave, but before he’s all the way through the doorway, he turns his head to say over his shoulder, “Glad to see you two are enjoying the… festivities .”

Once the door closes again, Sevika turns to you with a smirk. You’re just barely starting to come to, still not quite processing what just occurred. “You alright, sweetheart?” she asks quietly.

Define ‘alright’.

She definitely fucked away your tipsy feeling, but she left a new sort of high in it’s place. You nod, not trusting your ability to formulate coherent words. The moment she drags her fingers out from your overly sensitive cunt, you seem to find your voice again. “Careful!” you chastise her.

Sevika simply grins down at you as she wipes her slick coated fingers off against the inside of your thigh. “Think you can walk?” she asks, making no effort to hide the mirth in her tone.

“I-” your voice cracks, so you pause to clear your throat. “I’m not sure I can even stand,” you admit. That earns you a bigger- still haughty- smile from Sevika, and although it takes a tremendous amount of effort, you smile up at her too.

“Need me to carry you home?”

“Would you really do that?” you ask doubtfully.

“I wore a fucking ugly sweater and antlers for you. To a stupid party. What do you think?” She’s being snarky, but there’s not even the slightest hint of malice in her tone.

“Are you mad at me for that?” you ask, feeling somewhat guilty. You peer up at her through your lashes, trying to read her expression. It softens, and as she dips her head to bring her lips to yours, you know that’s her way of telling you ‘no’. You wrap your arms around her neck and return the tender kiss. If your bones didn’t already feel like liquid, you would have certainly melted against her.

You release a pleased sigh when she breaks the kiss. She rests her forehead on yours again and the two of you simply gaze at one another like idiots in love for several moments before Sevika finally speaks.

“You ready to go home?” she asks.

“For round two?” you reply with a sly smile.

Her dark lips curl into a suggestive smirk. “And three.”

next chapter >

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[redwing4life]

when should i release the next chapters of ashes to embers?

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chapter 3 is nearly finished!! it’s definitely a rollercoaster of emotions so beware - but i know you guys will love it. things get a little spicier so do with that what you will 😉

chapter 4 i’ve not started writing yet but i have the basic outline already written. it’s smutty and fluffy and everything you coulda dreamed of. you asked, i listened 🫡🫡

however, i’d love to give you guys the choice as to how i release these next 2 chapters. either:

Chapter 3 be released in the next few days + Chapter 4 be released in a couple weeks when it’s finished

OR

Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 be released at the same time in a couple weeks so you can read that one after the other

thanks so much for the help, whichever has the most votes is how i will post them!! as always, any questions or requests then dm me or send an ask. love, red ❤️

UPDATE: Chapter 3 is out now!! read here or at my pinned post <3

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[klkirbles]

hiiiii, i'd just like to share that i've decided to no longer work on my ascended astarion x god gale fic and i'll explain why under the cut:

i'll just be honest: i dislike this fic a lot. i've had the third/last chapter mostly written but any time i've opened the doc to finish it i just get so overwhelmed. honestly i'd delete it off ao3 if doing so wouldn't upset people.

the story was mostly headcanon, and i had planned/outlined the fic before the epilogue update existed. but even before that patch i was struggling to write chapter 2 so it's not entirely to blame.

i'm just completely detached from the story. my tastes have changed. some of the headcanons i thought up i either changed my mind on or lost interest. it's a struggle to work on this story any longer and with how ch2 ended i don't feel bad about leaving it there.

those in bw tower or in dms who have listened to me vent about how stressed writing this fic has made me wont find this surprising, but i know this fic means a lot to some people who follow me here. i do appreciate the messages and asks about when i planned to work on ch3/update and i really do wish i could, if only for you people.

this isn't an easy decision but it's one i've been considering for a couple months. i've been putting off writing newer ideas i'm more passionate about because i wanted to finish this fic first. but it's so hard to write something i no longer care about.

i have improved my writing since the first chapter and i'm excited to share more bw stories with you all. and i'll definitely write more a!a x g!g fics in future, but more canon compliant since that's what i enjoy the most.

i will always be thankful for the wonderful comments and interest the fic got! but i think i'm ready to move on from it <3 i love you all!

#my writing

[campbyler]

ok. a genuine question. how do u guys write 20-30k *chapters* bc i will outline fics minutely or i will just let myself start writing based off a vibe & either way i will get 600 words out of maybe. two hours of work. on a good day with no distractions/interruptions, & i very much do not have an uninterrupted two hours to write very often, so you can imagine how slowly things get written T_T so i’m interested if there’s any aspect of any of your writing processes that really enables u guys to write so much or if it’s not really something you think about? anyways i really like ur guys’s work, & thank you for deciding to write for byler bc i know me and a lot of people enjoy it a lot. thanks!!

hello !! this is a super valid question and i’ll try my best to answer it for you 😗✌️

andi infamously writes a lot faster than thea and i do (she finished draft 1 of chapter 3 in like. two days. which was so scary. i’m in awe of her fr) but she has also spent a lot of time editing ch3 so it’s definitely not like these chapters are publish-ready in a short amount of time by any means! it took thea a couple of months total to fully write + edit ch1 and it took me about 3.5 weeks to write ch2 and another two weeks to edit it which is part of the reason we’ve spaced out our posting schedule like we have — we put a lot of effort and care into these updates and we want to give ourselves as much time as possible to get ahead before all 3 of us inevitably get so super busy with work and/or school in the fall!! so while we do write a lot, please don’t think we are so insanely speedy about it because unless we are having Really Good Writing Days, that’s definitely not the case. sometimes we do have days where we are really in the zone and write more than usual, but at least for me, this is so so so rare. whatever i write in this time gets heavily edited because so much of it was nonsensical brain vomit LOL

as far as writing process goes, i think one of the things that motivates us a lot is that we genuinely do just talk about this au constantlyyyyy like we’re always coming up with silly little hcs or drawing for it or adding to the Lore ™️so we’re always getting inspired to write! all three of us are definitely people who use writing as a way to relax or even reward ourselves after a long day; we would probably die if we had to go too long unable to :/ messages like “i can’t wait to get home and write after work today” or “i’m going to write a little bit of ___ before bed because i deserve it” are very commonly found in our gc because we really just look forward to it so much! as for our scary word counts, i feel like there is a lot of worldbuilding in this universe specifically, and pacing is really important to us — we want to make sure introductions and set-up to a scene and character interactions are meaningful and flow naturally, and building tension (which is a hallmark of this fic hehe) does take some time, which can definitely add up word count-wise.

for the most part, none of us usually have a solid few hours to sit and write either (unless it’s on our days off or after work if we’re not too tired) and we get a lot of writing done in chunks! we hold each other accountable for short check-ins (“ask me for a snip in 30 minutes”) which is super helpful when you’re stuck, because it kind of forces you to get Something down without worrying if it’s super polished and edited and perfect. if you’re writing on your own, something i’ve started doing lately is setting a 15 minute timer and just seeing how much i can get done in that time, and then setting another and doing it again (up until however much time you have to write that day). i’ve found that the artificial deadline helps break the monotony of sitting in front of your computer for Hours on end with nothing to show for it bc TRUST we’ve all been there and it sucks so bad 😔✊

this got super long so i apologize but i hope at least a little bit of it was helpful! it definitely helps that we are constantly feeding into each other (i.e: having brainrot) and offering inspiration and advice, which does wonders for creative flow tbh. we’re definitely not cranking these chapters out as quickly as people might seem to think — thea started chapter four, which won’t be posted for about a month, maybe a week or two ago. i just started chapter 5 — about 6 weeks away — yesterday lol so we do take our time! don’t be scared by the giant chapters, we just had a lot of content we wanted to include in each one and are in too deep to take anything out 🥳🥳 thank you for the question! good luck with your writing we believe in you 🫡

#suni talk about our writing process in a succinct manner challenge #i love these questions #unfortunately the answer to most of them is that we’re insane #we take so much time writing and then editing these so don’t be fooled! #as u can tell by this giant response #we just have shit to say. #asks