#author collab

[lipglossanon]

12 Days of Smutmas

hello there! @ao3-rex1223 and I are collabing this month for Smutmas! 💜

starting 14 December, there will be a new fic from one of us! each fic will be clearly labeled, but just to reiterate it’s 18+ so MDNI if you don’t like the material, don’t read it! Hope you all enjoy! Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays! 😘 <List will be updated as we go along!>

🎄14 December

ao3 rex - Turn Me On To Turn Me On || Android!Leon x fem!reader

🎄15 December

Breeding Kink || Subby Stepbro!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 16 December

ao3 rex - 3 Of A Kind || Leon x fem!reader x Chris

🎄17 December

Cock Worship || Shape Shifter/Wendigo!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 18 December

ao3 rex - Tell Me How You Feel || Psychiatrist!Leon x fem!reader

🎄19 December

Thigh Riding || Priest!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 20 December

ao3 rex - True Friends || Best Friend!Leon x fem!reader

🎄21 December

Period Sex || Puppy!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 22 December

ao3 rex - Twist My Words || Professor!Leon x fem!reader

🎄23 December

Have To Be Quiet/Not Get Caught || Stepdad!Leon x fem!reader

🎄 24 December

ao3 rex - ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas || Ex Husband!Leon x fem!reader

🎄25 December

Biting/Marking || Vampire!Leon x fem!reader

dividers: firefly-graphics

#lipglossanon #ao3rex #12 days of smutmas #12 days of smutmas 2023 #smutmas 2023 #lipglossanon masterlist #collaboration #author collab #priest!leon s kennedy #shape shifter/wendigo!leon s kennedy #puppy!leon s kennedy #vampire!leon s kennedy #stepdad!leon s kennedy #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #fem!reader

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sneak peek from Fae Nanami? 👀

Fae! Nanami is my current obsession. I'm writing it with @actuallysaiyan as a collab, but here's a little snippet from the first bit.

in reference to this tag game

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento jjk #fae! nanami kento #fae! nanami #author collab #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #wips #wip snippet #wip tag game #vee answers #ask box questions

[anukulee]

Chain Author Collab

Basically how this works, is I will directly tag someone, along with a question that they must answer. Then once that person has answered they will ask a new one, tagging someone else, this person will need to answer both the previous question and the one they were asked. So with each person there will be another question. Now you can tag other people alongside the person you have asked, but you must make it so the one you are directly asking knows it’s them.

With that out of the way I shall demonstrate so you can see how it works.

Q: @holdmytesseract What do you think is the most desirable part of Loki, and why?

@muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @michelleleewise @smolvenger @loki-smut-library @the--sad--hatter @mcufan72 @lokisgoodgirl @lady-rose-moon @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisbirdofhermes @lokisprettygirl @lokischambermaid @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lokiburdenedwithgloriouspurpose @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @asgardwinter @evelyn-kingsley @wheredafandomat @lokibug @eleniblue @fictive-sl0th @sserpente @clandestineloki

#repost #reply #collaborazioni #loki collab #author collab #author #loki friggason #loki

[demadraws]

Another collaboration in the books! It was so fun to make this piece for @ahufflepuffhobbit's beautiful fic, Bruises on the Heart (Link to AO3). It's so tender and sweet and FUNNY – great comedic timing in this one, pals. I hope you read it :)

#bagginshield #thorin/bilbo #thauc23 #fotfot #the hobbit fanart #bagginshield fanart #my art #author artist collaboration #collab #digital art

[gratuacuunart]

TRSB ART 2022: Legacy of Fire

my second contribution to @tolkienrsb 2022. Wheeling stars below to be revealed on Saturday on AO3.

Story: In the hall of Mandos, Feanor and Fingolfin bond with the loss of their children.

It was an absolute joy to work with @ettelene who was the best author an artist could hope for. <3 The collaboration was always filled with positive and creative energy that I couldn't believe I had such luck working with her! Her story has BLOWN ME AWAY even before it was finished. The attention to detail, the clever use of subtlety and her understanding of these characters all lead to this heart-wrenching story that had driven me to tears many times. <3 <3 <3

Go read it! (once it's live. :-P ) Thank you all so much!

#feanor #fingolfin #trsb22 #trsb2022 #sons of feanor #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #amrod #amras #celebrimbor #mandos #collab with author #tolkien elves #silmarillion #gratuacuunart

[angrelysimpping]

Hunt

M!Wren; GN! Reader; omegaverse; dubcon; some fingering; knotting; heat/mating cycle; dubcon

For @inkyquince Omega Hunt collab 💕

Roughly 2.7k words

Your lungs burn as you sprint through the forest, body aching as you try to get further away from town. You can hear some of your fellow omegas off in the distance; screams and cries as they’re caught and claimed. Something in you makes you want to stop at those sounds, drop to the ground, and curl up. Give up. It would be easy. So, so easy. Maybe you’d get lucky and the alpha or beta who found you would be nice. Maybe they wouldn’t hurt you. Would take things slow. Would be a decent person.

Yeah right, like there are any decent people in this town, participating in the mayor’s fucked up games.

Slick is starting to coat the insides of your thighs, making it harder to run. 

Making your location more obvious to anyone nearby. 

You keep going, the sounds of the hunt fading as you make your way deeper and deeper into the forest. 

You don’t know how long you’ve been running, how far you are from town or how deep you are in the forest. All you know is the pain blaring through you, starting to override any rational part of your brain. Your legs hurt, your chest hurts. Your lungs and throat and feet hurt. You drop to your hands and knees, panting hard as you try to catch your breath. 

Was it your heat? Was that the reason you felt like this? As if your body was trying to combust? 

Or was it that chemical they’d doused you in before letting you loose? 

Everything was brighter, louder.

Amplified. 

You’d suffered through heats before but never like this. It had to be whatever they’d sprayed you with. 

Fuckers.

A lazy breeze greets you, stirring the overhead leaves. You let your eyes drift close, enjoying the cool air caressing your burning skin and the rustling of the trees. It’s nice, this small reprieve, the breeze, the sound of the trees. 

Nest.

Your eyes snap open at the thought, and you scramble to your feet. 

No. No nesting. No stopping. No letting some random pervert find you and claim you.

You try to move, to take a step forward, only to crumple back to the ground, the world spinning.

Balling your fists, you try to bite back a sob with little success as a wave of heat crashes over you. You don’t even realize you’re crying, a steady drip of tears wetting the ground as you try to collect yourself.

Fuck it.

You crawl to the base of a large tree, its roots thick and wild. There are small, natural dens under some of the roots, enough room for you to tuck yourself away under one. It’s cramped and smells of rich, damp earth. Your throat constricts at the thought of crawling in there, but you have no choice in the matter. It’s safe. Or, safer, anyway.

You start to tear at the little clothing you’d been given, just a step above rags. The cloth grates against your skin as you tug it off, but you don’t care. You make what pitiful little nest you can at the moment with what you have. You’re not really sure if it’s better or worse, laying bare in the sad nest you make. Better, maybe. It quells some of the instincts raging inside you. 

A nest is a nest, even one as small and miserable as the one you’d made.

Another pang of heat and pain hits you, and you curl into yourself with a whine. It’s now that you’re in a confined space that you catch the scent of your own slick. It makes your stomach turn, how strong it is. Sweet, fertile. You’ve never hated it more. 

At least you’re finally alone.

“Over here!”

Shit.

You tense at the voice. You hadn’t heard anyone approaching, but you hadn’t really been able to listen either, as caught up as you were in your own situation.

Now you can, though. You hear a group of people headed your way.

Hunting as a pack wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t against the rules either.

Was this going to be your fate, stuck as the plaything for a pack? Or were they one of the businesses you’d heard about? There had been so many whispered rumors. So many anxious touches and darting eyes. You hadn’t known what to believe, but it wasn’t the most far-fetched theory that some of the businesses around town would hire a pack of betas to hunt down omegas. To drag them back into town, unclaimed, to get used as toys and breeding stock. 

Briar was the name you’d heard whispered about the most, a brothel owner who loved to get omegas in their “employ” through the hunts. But there had been others, too. 

“Slippery little thing, huh? Gettin’ all the way out here. Might be the last one for the night.”

Remy. That was the other name you’d heard whispered with dread by the other omegas

“Remy only expected five or so. Heard they already got what they wanted.”

You curl into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible, to hopefully keep any more of your scent from leaking out and calling attention to yourself.

“Then why the hell are we out here? Let’s just go.”

Yes, yes, yes, leave.

“What, and leave one so close? Out here to suffer? What are you, heartless?” 

One of them laughs, and your stomach drops. They’re going to look for you. They’re going to find you. Take you back to their boss? Keep you for themselves? Fuck. Fuck. You bite down on your bottom lip, the tang of copper spreading over your tongue as another wave crashes over you. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on being as unassuming as possible as some of the voices get closer.

The one closest to you groans, their friends laughing.

“Seems like you’re the only one who wants to keep looking.”

“Ah, you guys don’t get it. They smell so good.”

“Yeah, yeah. Poor alpha,” a different one snickers.

Shit. Not just betas. An alpha too. They’d be able to find you easier. 

“Oh, fuck off.”

“Fine, you want to look for them? We can spread out more. Shouldn’t be too hard with all of us.”

There’s a shuffling sound at the opening of your makeshift den. Your eyes snap open, stomach-dropping as you see the figure of a man crouching at the entrance to the tiny den. He’s backlit by the moon, making him hard to make out. Just lean body and well-muscled arms and an almost angelic halo of blond hair. 

And his scent, sharp and burning. 

Fire and honey. 

Alpha. 

You cringe, curling in on yourself as tightly as possible.

“Fuck, you’ve gone and made a nest, huh?” 

His voice is soft, almost friendly, teasing. 

You don't care, letting out a low growl, snarling, flashing your teeth. 

You know it’s a futile endeavor, trying to drive this alpha away from your nest. But you try regardless. You have nothing to lose, after all.

He gives a low whistle, holding his hands up and palms out in something of a placating gesture. "Whoa now, lil' omega, no need for all that."

“Wren?” One of the others call, and the man tilts his head towards his friend’s voice, but he never takes his eyes off you.

“I dunno,” the man crouching in front of you calls back, “the boss has their numbers, but-”

“Please,” you manage to get out, “please don’t.”

He hesitates, and you take your chance. You uncurl from your protective position, moving until you’re propped up on your elbows. His breath hitches as you let your knees drop, giving him an unobstructed view of your hole. “Don’t,” you say again, “d-don’t call them over. Please.”

He swallows thickly, breathing hard as he keeps staring at you. You spread your legs a little more, hoping that your scent is enough to fog his mind. You’d never been around an alpha during your heat, unless the strange caretaker who guarded the omegas year-round until the hunt counted.

You don’t think they counted. They seemed unaffected by the omegas in their care, in the way some of them would get heats so bad that they’d offer themselves up to the caretaker in hopes of some relief. The caretaker was never affected, but you heard stories, knew what an omega’s scent was supposed to do to an alpha. How it could send some into lust-induced rages, make them turn on their own packmates. 

“Wren?”

The man jumps as his friend calls for him again, eyes still locked on you. “I-” his voice is strained, and he cuts himself off to clear his throat. “You guys go on back to the estate. I’ve got some business in town.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah…yeah. Don’t bother waiting. Night like this? Probably won’t get done ‘til sun up.”

He stays crouched like that, eyes trained on you as you both listen to the sounds of his friends leaving.

It’s not long before it’s just the two of you, and you can’t help a whimper as another jolt of sharp pain shoots through you. 

That’s all it takes.

The alpha- Wren?- is on top of you, grinding his clothed erection against you as he mouths at your neck. You hadn’t thought this far ahead. You knew what you were doing, that you were basically offering yourself up in the hopes that you’d only have to deal with one person instead of many. You had just thought, hoped, that you’d be able to push him off once his friends were gone.

But you can’t. 

You feel weak, heavy, hands balled into fists at your sides as he moves against you. Another effect of that chemical? Or because you’d exhausted yourself running? Did it matter?

Besides, you don’t really want to push him away anymore. His lips feel sinfully good on your neck, tongue flicking over your scent gland and quelling some of the ache inside you. Better than some, then, actually seeming to take into account your comfort instead of just pinning you down and mindlessly rutting into you. That had to mean something, right? 

Right?

You whine as one of his hands drift down between your legs, a finger idly circling your hole before slowly pushing in with ease.

Your mind blanks as he adds another finger, slowly curling them inside you. This whole time you’ve been struggling, fighting against the worst of your heat. Now, you stop fighting. 

He lets out a breathless laugh as you buck against him on instinct. 

Your heart skips a beat as his mouth moves, teeth scraping over your scent gland as he speaks. "Eager little thing, aren't you?"

"Sh-shut up," you bite out, continuing to buck into his hand. 

He pulls back from your neck, a spark of something in his eyes. "Feisty, too. I like that."

You're about to say how you don't care what he likes, only for your voice to catch in your throat as he presses against a spot inside you that leaves you tongue-tied, your words reduced to jumbled sounds. 

He keeps petting that spot inside you, the den filled with an obscene squelching as more slick is coaxed out of you with every movement. Some tiny rational part of you wants him to stop. Even as you moved against him, continued to grind into his hand, it was starting to become too much. Too much friction, too much pleasure, too much of his heavy breathing and whispered praise. 

Yet, also not enough.

Even as you cum, rocking on his fingers and nails digging into the palms of your hands, it’s not enough. 

“More,” you barely recognize your own voice as you manage to surge forward, wrapping your arms around him and making him tumble backward. 

Wren lets out another breathy, giddy laugh as you fumble with his clothes. His world is starting to narrow, starting to become nothing but you. Your scent, sweet and needy and calling to him. Your hands, burning as they pull his cock out and press his leaking tip to your hole. Your mouth as it drops open, letting out a long, pleasure-filled sigh as you sink down on his length. Fuck, you. Everything. The way you enveloped him. The way you squeezed around him. The way your slick dripped down onto him, onto his pelvis, and down his thighs.

This isn’t Wren’s first romp with an omega. Not even his first time trading favors with an omega during the hunt. It was accepted. Expected, even. He went out, hunted for Remy, and, in return, he could maybe have a taste of what the elites liked to keep for themselves. It was fine. Wren wasn’t looking for a mate, but for fun, and that kept the worst of his rut from ever triggering during a hunt. Omegas might smell delicious, might look pretty under him, but he didn’t want them. Not in the way the others did.

But this was different.

You were different. 

You’re whining into Wren’s neck, nuzzling at his scent gland, pressing against it in a way that’s making him release more and more pheromones. You’re clawing at his chest, small omega claws digging into the fabric of his shirt and scraping over his nipples. You’re frantically humping his cock like it’s the last thing you’re going to do before you die. 

And it’s making Wren’s head spin. 

He rests his hands on your hips, reveling in the way your muscles flex under his hands as you continue moving against him.

The knot at the base of his cock is starting to swell, your whines and gasps getting louder as it grows inside you, stretching you in a new way. He should…pull out. He hasn’t knotted anyone before. Or, well, never an omega. Certainly never an omega during a hunt. 

He doesn’t want to get stuck inside you, but the more he moves, grips your hips and tires to get you to slow down, the more desperate you become. And fuck if he didn’t want to feel you clenching down on his knot, milking him for all he’s worth.

But…he shouldn’t. Should make you stop. Should shove you off him and maybe cum across your chest or face or-

Wren chokes as you press your mouth to his neck, sucking on the skin over the scent gland. His fingers dig into your hips and blood wells up where his nails pierce skin. 

He's fucked. He's so totally fucked. You're too good around him, knot firmly keeping him in place as you keep humping away. It's going to be a fucking nightmare for him to explain this to Remy, but-

You bite down. 

It's not much, not the same as an alpha's bite. Your teeth are weaker, duller, but it still means something. Still marks Wren as your alpha. Still sends waves of heat coursing through his veins, a pleasure so intense that Wren's vision goes black as he finally reaches his end, shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. 

You keep going. Even as you feel him twitching inside you, even as he goes limp under you, you keep grinding against the alpha under you. Even as your heat subsides somewhat as he paints your insides, saps that little bit of frenzied energy you’d been functioning off of, you keep moving. You’re practically laying on top of him at this point, chest to chest as your hips still weakly move. 

A yelp of surprise rips from your throat as the alpha under you jerks forward, wrapping his arms around you. You can’t fight him as he presses you back into the tiny nest you created. Not that you want to, still trying to grind away on his knot as he looms over you.

There’s a strange light in his warm eyes as he stares down at you. The full start of his rut, maybe? Strange alpha, your strange alpha, only now going into rut. 

“Fuck, little omega,” he says with a laugh. His voice has dropped lower than the last time he spoke, you think. It sends a shiver down your spine, a small whine slipping from your throat. “Glad I told the pack I wouldn't be back ‘til mornin’. Gonna catch hell for this, though, showing up with your mating mark. You’ll make it worth it, right?” 

#dol collab #degrees of lewdity collab #omega hunt collab #degrees of lewdity #wren the smuggler #tw omegaverse #cw omegaverse #tw dubcon #cw dubcon #tw knotting #cw knotting #if you squint you can imply a relationship between wren and remy #(totally heavily author implied relationship between wren and remy)

[bakathief]

Finished a colored comic today for a collab with @bakaito1412 ! Please look forward to it and check her other fics out in the meanwhile!

#dcmk #Detective conan #kaitou kid #kaito kuroba #kuroba kaito #kaito kid #magic kaito #traditional art #my art #mk1412 #comic #manga #collab #teamwork is fun #I‘m so lucky to always get to collab with amazing authors 🥹

[greykinpress]

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We strive to showcase the work of underrepresented groups, and our first anthology, In the Neck of the Woods, is in its final stages, and a Kickstarter will be going live soon!

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[drones-of-innocence]

🎆 Sing for Absolution: behind the scenes 🎆

Part two, or the narrative background of the collab between @elitadream and I!

If you'd like to see the visual background where Elita goes over her artistic process for the panels, you can find that here!

As for the story itself, it's been mentioned a few times that the plot was an idea that has lived in my head for a long time. Usually when I have a scene in my head like this one, I try to work out a way to fit it into a larger story as a plot point. For example, in my fic What They Don't See, the entire story was born from a scene I imagined of Peach tending to a wounded Mario in a cramped apartment bathroom. In Man of War, most of that story stemmed from imagining Mario resisting the hypnotic influence of the Shadow Queen as she takes on Peach's appearance to manipulate him. They are often pieces that I can forge into something larger.

However, for this story, I didn't have any larger story to attach it to, as it seemed very detailed on its own. Moreso than the "pieces" that I normally imagine. So it seemed so silly that I hadn't yet found a reason to write it. I was lamenting this one day to Elita during one of our many brainstorming discussions, and asked if I could share this half-baked plot with her. I typed it out for the first time and shared it with her. This is what I originally wrote in a series of scrambling messages to her:

O~o~O

Basically one night everything is calm and peaceful in the MK, except Mario gets this weird feeling in his gut, like something is wrong and he can't shake it. He feels strongly that he NEEDS to go to the castle, even at this late hour, but he can't even explain to Luigi why he's got this feeling. He figures he'll just jog by and hopefully put his mind at ease when he sees that everything is quiet and fine. Only, the feeling gets stronger. He's worried about the Princess, he can't stop staring at her balcony or get himself to walk away. It's a visceral sense of danger; he's on edge, fists and jaw clenched, certain that something is wrong. And Mario is not a man to doubt his instincts. 

But, he's kind of warring with himself because he needs to see Peach, but he knows the castle is asleep and Toadsworth would never allow him to visit, so his options are to walk away or to sneak into Peach's room. But at some point the instinct becomes too strong and he snaps. He has to get to her. He climbs up the castle wall and hops onto her balcony, keeping to the shadows and staying very quiet. 

Peach is fast asleep. She has a luxurious and comfortable bed, and it puts his heart at ease to see her resting so peacefully despite the alarms in his head. He's horrified with himself because he knows this is very bad and creepy, but he literally can't leave. His instincts will not allow him to leave her now when she's apparently unharmed and snoozing, so cute all tucked in. He's never seen her without her hair done before.

Unknown to him, Bowser sent Kamek on a secret mission to kidnap the Princess. This is a stealth mission designed to go as smoothly as possible; instead of barging in and earning the wrath of the brothers, he'd send for her as she slept so Kamek could cast a spell on her to keep her asleep and quietly take her away to the Darklands. Then Kamek would remain as an imposter (as he's done in SMBW) and the Mario bros would (in Bowser's brain) not notice anything amiss.

So Kamek makes his way across the Kingdom, laughing to himself how simple and easy this invasion is. It'll be no trick at all to kidnap the Princess. It's a wonder they didn't conjure this plan before. He flies straight into the defenseless capital of Toad Town, and glides right through the balcony into her room. It's dark and soft and quiet. There, the vulnerable Princess lays under the light of the moon, having sweet dreams and completely unaware of what's about to happen. He raises his wand with a leer, only for a low voice to speak up.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." 

Kamek whips his head up, only for Mario to step into the light, anger burning in his eyes. He'd apparently been there for some time, sitting in a dark corner of the room watching over the Princess, and is not happy. This is literally worse than the worst case scenario he'd imagined. Mario's Firebrand activates, Kamek's wand lights up, and he attacks.

He'd known Mario to be a very aggressive and loud fighter, and he realizes that Mario is leaping at him and being very careful with how he lands and strikes so as to not make any noise. The Princess is still sleeping. Kamek's almost offended that Mario doesn't see him as a challenging enough adversary to go all out, so he starts to laugh and shout and deliberately aim for destruction. Mario snaps at him to keep quiet and lands a harsh blow, knocking him off his broom.

Kamek clatters to the ground, and Mario freezes, whipping his head up to check if the Princess has woken up. She lets out a long sigh and rolls over, undisturbed. Kamek takes the chance to leap up and tackle Mario to the ground, where they wrestle all over the floor. 

Mario gets close to subduing him, but Kamek is smart and his wand happens to be close enough to shoot a spell directly into Mario's solar plexus, which stuns him briefly enough for Kamek to scramble toward the bed and start to rear back with his wand, aiming right for Peach.

At his shrill, victorious cry, Peach snaps awake only to see Mario tear Kamek away from her in a rage. She screams, Kamek screams louder, and Mario finally lets out a furious shout as he hurls Kamek into the wall with enough force to shake the room. When Kamek slumps against the wall in a daze, Mario grabs him by the front of his robe, yanks him close and growls "whatever you try to do to the Princess, I will do to you ten times worse." 

Nodding rapidly, Kamek stumbles to his feet once Mario hurls him down again, and scrambles to get to his broom to fly away, only for the Royal Guard to burst in. They heard the noise and came as fast as they could. Peach yelps, she watches all of this with wide eyes, clutching her blanket to her chest. Mario instructs the Guard to take him prisoner, and they take him away to the dungeon. 

The door shuts as Kamek is detained, and the room falls silent. Mario is breathing hard. Peach is, too, quivering on her bed.

He can hear her when her throat starts to get tight and every breath sounds like a tiny whimper. Mario looks at her, eyes wide, and Peach looks so frightened and helpless there. "M—Mario?" she calls for him softly, and he can't help but go to her.

He doesn't know how to explain himself, to apologize for why he's there, but suddenly she's in tears and reaching for him and Mario is forced to sit beside her as she buries her face in his chest, shaking. It breaks his heart to see her so upset. "Mario, I—I'm so scared," she says to him, and that's what causes him to finally give in and hold her.

In her gorgeous little room, on her soft bedsheets, her bed surrounded by sheer curtains, he feels so out of place in his overalls and having just worked up a sweat, heart still pounding from the fight. But he couldn't ever deny her. She needed comfort and she was asking him for it. He holds her fiercely, murmuring soothing words into her hair, and trying to help her shaking body go still. Her hands clutch at his shirt.

He holds her until she stops crying, and keeps holding her until she stops shivering. And he still keeps her close until she's composed again, her body more relaxed than tense. The moment he does try to extract himself, she gasps and holds him tighter. His heart aches because he wants nothing more than to hold her like this forever, but he knows it's not his place. He should walk away. He should apologize for his intrusion and leave her be, but she resists. Something protective and warm inside him roils when he tries to insist to himself that he needs to let her go.

"Stay with me," her plea comes in a small voice, smaller than he'd ever heard her before. He'd seen her command troops, allies, negotiate dicey political situations, but he'd never heard her sound so vulnerable. "Please, I don't want to be alone."

He can't deny her. He physically can't. He concedes with a soft hum and encourages her to lay down. She won't even let him leave the mattress to pull a chair beside her, so he sits on top of the sheets, holding her hand. It's very late. Luigi is going to be curious about what he did. But he can't leave her, especially not like this. Cold and shivering and frightened. She eventually asks for him to lay down so she can press closer to him, and despite how strange it feels to lay in her bed, he does.

He starts to get sleepy after enough time of staring at the high ceiling. His heart rate calms down, his body begins to relax. Right as he thinks she's already fallen asleep, she shifts to hold him a little tighter and whispers "Thank you." then, quieter, she adds. "I feel safe with you." 

And Mario's affection for her only spirals deeper and deeper because there is literally nothing more this man wants in life than to be the reason that she is safe, that she feels safe. Her affection is spiralling too; he's so warm and his presence is so steady and certain. She's never felt more secure in her life, and she knows rationally this is improper, but somehow this is also the most right thing she's ever felt in her life. She wonders if Mario could possibly feel that, too.

O~o~O

At this point, I was simply trying to carry across an idea and write it out for the first time, as it had lived only in my head and absent day dreams for literal years. So you can imagine my shock when Elita sends me an entire storyboard (of 22 different sketches!!) that captures the plot!

(Here is the screenshot of me scribbling over her sketches while we were trying to figure out which shots to keep 🤭 I drew hearts on the panels that were my absolute favorites, and she mentioned the panel where Mario's glaring down at Kamek with the heart unintentionally gave them romantic tension 😂 Now that would be a plot twist!)

I was completely boggled that this particular idea captured her imagination, too. We quickly agreed to work on a collaboration after that, where I refined the plot, and she refined the storyboard. What followed was weeks of sharing development, screaming at each other in delight, and working very hard on our respective parts. What I estimated would be a light 3k fic built and built until I was at about 7k 😳And when I was done with that, Elita sent me back an entire doc of the story with her added feedback after every paragraph, kind of a play-by-play of her reaction to each moment of the story. It was so sweet and I'll have that doc saved forever 💖

(Here are two shots of the doc where she reacted to the text, the story in blue and her reactions in red. Fun fact: the line "could she know he only dreamed of her?" was paraphrased from the lyrics "I only dream of you, my beautiful," from the actual song Sing for Absolution! Also, the "spores alive!" line is a reference to a line used in Super Mario RPG 👀)

Elita and I had worked together before, but never quite like this where a project began with the intention of sharing it together. We've inspired each other a lot; from this silly little fic I wrote that she based a sketch off of, to this piece she did for New Year's that inspired me to write One Step Closer. She has told me before that she had been reading my stories as she got into the fandom, and to be honest it was this piece of hers that brought me back into it last year. So it was very much a given that we should definitely work on a project together!

That mutual inspiration really got to work in Sing for Absolution, too. While the plot was my idea, many of her ideas found their way naturally into the narrative as well. For example, she mentioned the Fire Flower in her background post. I was delighted that she allowed me to reference this piece of her lore from this Valentine's Day piece she made, and include this notion that the Fire Flower is responsive to the bond between Mario and Peach. Elita always brings a kind of wonderful, unexplainable magic with her ideas. Literally and visually! She also mentioned that she borrowed my concept of Peach's healing power, and gave it true form by illustrating it as this soft pink healing light.

Another point of our muses coming together was the Yoshi plush that we gave to Peach that she has with her in bed. We dicussed comfort objects, and how such a soft little detail adds so much character and vulnerability. I've mentioned this previously, but as soon as Elita suggested the object in question be specifically a Yoshi plush, I immediately agreed because of how she's portrayed Peach with Yoshis, and also because Kamek is the antagonist of Yoshi's Island so it gives him a reason to sneer at her.

The fight was such a fun sequence to work on. Referencing the Firebrand is one of my favorite things to do when I write Mario fighting, and Elita illustrating that takes it to another level entirely. Kamek's magic was another thing we discussed together; we somehow came to a similar visualization and ultimately combined ideas to create the stunning neon purple and green light that you can see in the sixth and seventh panels. Using words that evoke fire (smoldering, simmering, emberglow) is also something I did very purposefully in my planning to really execute Mario's powers and rage. It was that I think that partly inspired Elita to give Mario those glowing eyes, so that would be an example of a new concept that came out of this story 🔥

We decided to split the story into five parts to let the art and writing shine strongest together. On my own, I might have published the whole thing, and Elita might have had more parts if it were one of her sequences. We have diagrams and color coded text that we went back and forth on for a while to decide how to best let each other's work be most effective. I'm very pleased with how it turned out, and I may try writing short chapters in the future!

One other little detail that Elita left up to me was the name of the story. I almost never have an idea that doesn't already come with a name, so I really had to scramble to find one. As music always inspires me, songs are ordinarily my go-to. (You can find many examples of this in my stories already, One Step Closer and Man of War already being two) Originally, I was going to name it after a Keane song, but I decided to save that particular one for a different project, as the tone and lyrics were entirely too soft and sweet for the plot. Then, one day Sing for Absolution just came up on my playlist and I immediately knew it was the right fit. Any Muse fan would know right away based on my username alone that I'm a big fan 😂 I got to see them in concert shortly after I told Elita about the song and shared why I thought it fit. I could make a whole other post about how the plot fits with the song 🤭

Finally, it would not be truly a piece done by Elita or me if it didn't include all the Mareach fluff 💞 The tenderness was absolutely agonizing, and the reason that final chapter is the longest was 100% because both of us absolutely love to dwell on Mario and Peach's tender feelings for one another. Elita actually surprised me with the 2nd to last panel very recently! Across her storyboard and my original description of the plot, you can see what sort of things were altered and moved around, while new ones were also added in!

It was an incredible privilege to work on such a project with Elita. I know we'll put our heads together again in the future, and it makes me so happy that so many enjoyed what we came up with together!

#Sing for Absolution #My writing #Elita's art #Elitadream #Amazing art #Collaboration #Author and artist collab #100% one of the best things to come out of being involved with fandom #Is moments like this where creative energies combine haha #This was such a wonderful experience and I love the support we got #This is something we can both be truly proud of 💖

[yumanichan]

✨️Happy New Year!! ✨️

Here's @moon-ion and mines collab for the @inu-spiration Big Bang!

Come Hither

#inuspiration big bang #big bang #fanart #sesskag #sesshomaru #kagome #sesshome #sesshoumaru x kagome #author artist collab #author: troll #inuyasha art

[frontlinebicepsoftheninth]

in light of a second migration to this site i just need to speak my truth which is that harrow is a redditor gideon is a twitter user and ianthe is a tumblrina hope this helps

#coronabeth is an instagram influencer obviously #and babs is a tiktok one they collab #camilla is like that one user on that math forum who posts answers to insane equations no one can solve without a proof to explain how #palamedes meanwhile is a quora/yahoo answers (rip) certified expert who gives helpful and detailed answers to everything #slash ao3 writer on the side #i know we all see john as a twitch streamer but i think he's most like a discord mod #wait lowkey that's mercy but i want to give them all unique sites so. ok fine john is the streamer and mercy is his insufferable twitch mod #pyrrha stars in like a woodworking/survivalist skill youtube channel that's filmed and run by nona #who is always giving encouraging commentary from behind the camera she just wants everyone to see how awesome her dadmom is #abigail has a channel where she talks about famous historical events or like analyzes media based on historical accuracy #magnus pops into frame as her every now and then bringing her tea or asking a question. she doesn't edit him out bc the fans love him #augustine is a podcaster. the WORST kind #isaac and jeannemary run a gaming channel where they play the same games as jod and bully him online #one day magnus pops in during a livestream. they are embarrassed but the few crossover fans from abi's channel start going crazy in the chat #judith would just like. write a memoir i think #one of those with a super patriotic portrait on the cover #dulcinea is also an ao3 author she and pal do fic exchanges and she's also like a cool fanartist idk on what platform. maybe here #silas has a girl defined channel or he's one of those people who spends all their time arguing in facebook comments #mercy would also be that person considering she literally references that one church lady. her neuroticism is just peak overly online person #oh oh nona and the gang also get pyrrha to do sexy tiktok dances for her channel they are highly successful #god i haven't even gotten into the BoE characters this cast is so fucking large i'm stopping here #the way i was literally just going to add one tag to this and then i couldn't stop lol anyways we have fun here #tlt #the locked tomb #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #(just in case bc of a few tags)

[dunbonnets]

Stiles: Don't worry, I got a plan.

Vanessa: Alright.

Scott: What's the plan?

Lucy: This should be good.

Stiles: TraitorSayWhat?

Maris: Excuse me?

Stiles: What?

Vanessa:

Scott:

Lucy:

Maris:

Stiles: No wait—

#series: the monsters & myths saga #ch: maris navarro #ch: lucy mccall #ch: vanessa riley #author: dunbonnet #author: pseudonym-lux #author: void-daniella #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf oc #teen wolf #wattpad oc #wattpad collab #wattpad fic #wattpad fanfiction #wattpad #incorrect quotes #*my ocs #*my friends oc

[wordsbyparker]

The next installment of the SCP collab project is now available on @dragonsongstudios 's channel! Give it a listen! (I play Dr. Avery Grant in this series.)

https://youtu.be/l9T0VdnzqNI?si=Y7OHzfI5dpQOH5Lt

#words by parker #rhonda parker #adorkable author #voice actor #audio rp #collab project #audio collabs

[aesopianchaos]

The magic system you grew up reading/watching is the type of magick inherited to you. Tag ur source / magic system if u rb pls <3

#no restraints chaos magick for me then ig #authors and gods should have collabed on that one more #source: the absolute freedom of animus magic in wings of fire #magic #magick #digital journal #question #questionnaire #survey #fun #witchblr #witchcraft #witchcore #literature #movies

[gratuacuunart]

TRSB2022 ART

Finally, the first piece of my contribution to TRSB2022!!! @tolkienrsb

It was so fun and wonderful to work with my author @secretlythranduil who wrote this beautiful story! I am humbled that my art inspired this and grateful for the collaboration! <3

The melancholy story about Glorfindel and Erestor will be revealed this weekend on AO3. Stay tuned. *wink*

ARTWORK: Something Missing

#glorfindel #erestor #glorestor #trsb22 #tolkien reverse summer bang #tolkien fanart #tolkien fanfiction #collab with author #gratuacuunart #I might have reused the painting i did of them last winter

[sereia1313]

Homecoming

I couldn't ask for a better partner for this @inu-spiration collab! @elevenharbor totally outdid herself (you can see her art here, or check out the fic).

Read it on Ao3!

Summary: She needed to go back—to apologize, to explain—but the well refused to listen, leaving Kagome with the bitter realization that in her moment of weakness, she’d doomed herself to grow up in a world without her friends, without magic—without him.

Sneak Peek

Kagome placed her hand on the well-house door, a ritual she'd developed over the years that both hurt and helped.

Her mother had been so supportive, considering how dark those first few months had been. The woman had the patience of a saint, and Kagome went out of her way to make sure she knew how grateful she was. She'd been a lifeline, giving Kagome enough responsibility to distract but not overwhelm, until the day when she'd been able to function again.

To greet the day of her own volition.

To accept what had happened.

Mostly.

She always hoped, begged, that it was all a bad dream, that she'd wake up in her hut, or even the forest, to the sight of concerned gold hovering over her—a hallucination resulting from lingering near the well and catching a cold.

But every day she woke up in her room, pink walls closing in on her as resentment festered within the confines of her heart. She had no one to blame but herself; she should've known that the well was temperamental and that it wouldn't be as simple as jumping through and coming back like she'd done before.

The only reason that resentment didn't evolve into something more was the fact that her need to see her mother had been real. Her young mind hadn't been able to cope with Sesshoumaru's sudden rejection, and she'd needed to talk to someone older, someone who knew.

And yet.

And yet. 

Here she was, seven years later, still hovering outside the well-house. She could pretend she'd moved on—the job and the car were a good enough guise—but the resentment at being kept out was nothing compared to the hope of being able to go back.

#sesskag #sereia1313 #eleven's doodles #elevenharbor #creator: sereia1313 #sesskag fanfiction #collab fic #collaboration #sesskag fanfic #collab fics #inu-spiration #inu-spiration 4: new year's bang #art inu-spiration #jan 1 2023 #january 1 2023 #artist author collaborations #inuyasha fandom events