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likelylarks · 2 years

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danielfest preview (idk if this is allowed oops)

on september 16 of 2021, i asked you (my besties, bros, and beloveds), to tell me what to write out of a list because i needed external motivation - one of those things was a post dutch gp max riding daniel while draped in the flag

so, here’s me finally delivering on that nearly a year later (but not actually because i don’t want to spoil the whole scene and maybe also bc i don’t have it fully written OOPS) - so pls y’all tell me if this is bad and i should abandon my danielfest fic entirely so no one has to read any more drivel

Daniel watched the podium ceremony from the garage; Max, drenched in sweat, draped in the Dutch flag, the sweet swell of his dick visible. He felt his own dick harden in response. His mouth watered. Today would probably have to be quick though. Max would probably want to go out and celebrate with the team. Daniel wouldn’t have time to take him apart the way he wanted to. The way he deserved for not only living up to everyone’s expectations but exceeding them.

Daniel shook himself as Michael called his name. Media. Press duties. Pretending he wasn’t as pissed as he actually was that his team fucked him over for Lando.

The looks he got from his press person weren’t overly horrible so he guessed his answers were sufficient. As he was trekking back to the garage he checked his phone. He had a couple messages from Max.

I don’t want you to blow me today.

Daniel didn’t have time to let the disappointment - just another one, in today’s increasing string - sink in before his eyes flicked to the next message.

Fuck. That came out wrong.

I want you to fuck me.

That would have been enough. But Max had always, and inadvertently, known every one of Daniel’s weak spots.

Please.

Daniel stopped walking so abruptly that the person from McLaren continued to walk past him for a few steps. “Daniel? Everything okay?”

Daniel looked up, smiling widely, sure it was evident even behind his mask. The first real smile he’d had since the race had started. “Yeah, all good.”

He rushed back to the garage, flying through changing his clothes and the debrief and hustling Michael and Blake back to the hotel. They both looked at him, knowing. Daniel ignored them. He didn’t care who fucking knew -

That he was rushing back to the hotel. He didn’t care who knew he was rushing back to the hotel. Let them think it was because he was angry about the result and the strategy and wanted to rest before Monza. He knew that didn’t fool Michael and Blake. He furiously jabbed the elevator button up to his floor. So what if they were his friends and they’d told him that he could tell them anything; they were also his fucking employees and he didn’t have to tell them jackshit about where he was going.

He said a hurried goodnight to both of them in the hotel hallway, shutting the door in Michael’s face. Michael put a hand on the door, trying to stop it closing, “Mate, come on.”

“Nah, I’m tired,” Daniel pushed harder, not quite meeting Michael’s eyes as he looked up at Michael’s face. “I’ll do my stretches, but I want a real shower. We’ll talk more on the plane tomorrow. Tonight I’m done, okay.”

Michael narrowed his eyes, not accepting what Daniel was willing to give. In the time he took to gather his thoughts to tell Daniel why he was wrong, he stopped pressing against the door. Daniel took the opportunity to lean heavily against the wood and fully close the door. It snapped shut with a satisfying click.

“You’re a right cunt, Ricciardo,” came through the door.

Daniel grinned. He’d won. “You know you love me.”

“If you’re not awake and ready to leave, I will use my key and drag your pancake ass out of bed!” Michael’s call was irritated.

Daniel laughed over his shoulder, already walking away from the door, “Harsh! For more than one reason! People love my ass!” If Michael or Blake said anything more, Daniel missed it. He’d get them both a nice breakfast tomorrow before their flight as an apology for being a dick tonight. But now was not the time to worry about them, Max was probably on a tight schedule, and that meant Daniel was on an even tighter one.

He rushed through showering and debated shaving. He remembered one time Max drunkenly telling Daniel that he looked handsome with a beard so he decided to leave it. Daniel ran a hand over his chin. The rough stubble would leave Max’s skin pink and rubbed raw. Something to remember him by. He didn’t spare too much time picking out clothes, Max wouldn’t notice what he wore; he just made sure that everything was unbranded, lacking both his own name and the McLaren logo. He jammed a hat over still-drying curls and was out the door before a full twenty minutes had passed.

Daniel decided to drive himself, not wanting to be potentially recognized by a taxi driver. His fingers beat out a mindless pattern on the steering wheel as he drove. His phone had automatically connected to the Bluetooth in the car, but he didn’t hear what was playing. He didn’t hear anything other than his own blood rushing in his ears and the echo of every time Max had said “Please” previously.

He hurried through the lobby of Max’s hotel. There had been an excess of orange along the road, and Daniel kept his head down as he headed toward the elevators. He didn’t need to be spotted here. He didn’t have time for that.

It might have been tempting fate to always get extra room keys at the start of every race weekend. One extra, with the express purpose of swapping between the two of them. It had felt that way after Silverstone. Again after Hungary. Today, it just felt lucky. Daniel absentmindedly tapped the plastic card against his lips. It almost tasted like winning.

Daniel swiped the card and pushed open the door gently, expecting Max to be just inside. Waiting. Instead, there was nothing but open space and all Daniel could see was a couch on the far wall with a couple of Max’s shirts thrown across it. One of them looked like the shirt he’d been wearing today. Maybe Daniel had been too slow. Maybe Daniel had missed him. Maybe he was already gone to celebrate.

“Daniel?” Max’s voice came from around the corner.

Daniel stepped further into the room and felt his heart stop. The door slipped out of his hands and slammed shut behind him. Daniel supposed he had been right before, one of the shirts on the couch probably was the one Max had been wearing before.

Because Max wasn’t waiting for him just behind the door wearing a stupid Red Bull polo. Max was waiting in the center of his bed, sitting on his knees with hands folded neatly in his lap, draped in the flag of the Netherlands, and absolutely nothing else.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Daniel croaked. Max’s hands unfolded and fluttered around his thighs and the edge of the flag, tugging at the ends. His dick lay half hard already against his leg. Daniel wanted to devour him.

Max smiled, coy, “They let me keep the flag.”

Daniel felt himself nod, unconscious of actually doing it. “I can see that.” He yanked the hat off his head and ruffled his hand through his curls, “You’d think I’d won, look at you.”

Max laughed, bright and sweet. The movement made the flag slip off one broad shoulder. Max tugged it back into place, “If you had won, it would be an Australian flag.”

Daniel laughed and took stumbling steps toward the bed, kicking off his shoes as he went. He fell onto his knees in front of Max, reaching out. His hands landed half on skin and half on polyester. Max’s thighs were warm, sticky with sweat. The flag stuck and slid in turn. Daniel clutched at Max, bunching the fabric, pulling the red stripe up until he could touch the white, then the blue - as if the more of the flag he touched, the more of Max he held, too.

Max’s hands came up to tug at Daniel’s shirt. Daniel consented to letting go of Max just to get the fabric over his head. After it was gone, Daniel tipped his head down, latching on to Max’s chest. Scraping his cheek along the side of one of Max’s tits. The last time they’d fucked properly, Max hadn’t been carrying this much mass. His chest hadn’t had as much of a swell to it. Daniel took one of Max’s nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and then harder as Max’s hands interlaced in the short hairs on Daniel’s neck, pushing him down.

Daniel released the bud from his mouth and made sure to flick his eyes upward to look at Max’s face as he deliberately scraped his chin across it. Max’s red mouth parted in a moan. Daniel kept his stubble scraping across Max’s chest as he switched to the other nipple. He released as Max tugged his hair, trying to get his attention. When he looked at Max’s tits, they were scraped a deep pink. He grinned widely and forced himself to look at Max’s face and not return immediately to turn the pink to red.

“Daniel, Daniel, please,” Max panted. He sounded as if they’d been kissing for hours. No. Daniel halted that line of thinking. He and Max didn’t kiss. That would make this, something else. Something other than just. “Please, I need you to fuck me, Daniel.”

#leah is this allowed? can i post previews?#i've never done a fest before #if i can't i'll take it down i promise #also i know you said it was good but i think you're being too kind #larks writes #maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo

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racingliners · 8 months

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Isn't it just so pretty to think...

@f1blrcreatorsfest week 4: unconventional colour palettes & song lyrics

#f1blrcreatorsfest23 #Formula 1 #Sebastian Vettel #Lewis Hamilton #f1 edit #my edit #aaaaaand WE'RE DONE!!!#ngl this fest has been so fun #while I've completely neglected my writing it's been great making edits again #especially challenging myself to make different things and with different drivers #but I just had to end on a Sewis edit bc I've never made one before so I had to amend that immediately

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apocalypsewallflower · 2 years

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Back, Back Again

Oh, look, it’s me. I’m not dead. And, surprise! I’ve been writing a TON over on Archive of our Own. I’ll link my pseud here again for anyone wondering what it is, but I wanted to let everyone know because I’m partaking in, not one, but THREE fests this year (while also working on other wip longfics). So, there’s a lot to come!

Additionally, I’ll hopefully be posting my art of each family’s crests from my Harry Potter fics and how I imagine them to look. That will come... some time in the future. I’m not sure when really. Likely after all three fests are done and over with.

I also have a little idea for a fest of my own, but I’m not sure how interested others will be in it. It would be a Harry Potter Tomarrymort fest (of course). I was thinking that it could be a prompt based one, like most fests are, and it would centre around how we all imagine Harry and Tom / Voldemort getting together after the war or epilogue. Maybe Tom didn’t die, maybe he’s brought back to life, maybe it’s his ghost, maybe a rugged auror Harry goes back in time to stop his death, etc. How would all the kids react if Harry and Ginny did get together initially but then got divorced? How would Teddy handle it if Harry raised his godson? There’s so much here to consider! So, if that does sound like fun for anyone, let me know!

Lastly (for now), I’m slowly working towards a schedule where nights when I’m home and not doing anything like school / work / irl wise, then I make sure to sit down and write at least a few hundred - 1,000 words before bed. I’ve kept it up better than I suspected but still not as well as I wish, so I will continue working on making it more of a nightly routine.

Other than that, happy reading everyone!!

#hpfics #hp fics #i'm back #i'm not dead i swear #tomarrymort fest idea #tomarrymort #these crests are taking longer than i had hoped but coming along nicely #i'm working on the malfoy crest rn #well not this second but that's the most recent one #i have ones for mayyybbeee half of the prominent families that i need #we'll see how many more months it'll be before they're done #wish me luck #will i ever revist my old longfic wips that i've let sit?#idk never say never but probably not #unless i go back and still enjoy the premise enough to completely rewrite them #because DAMN my writing from years ago really sucks #i'd like to think i've improved quite a bit at least #semi long post?

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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Asking the hivemind for some advice here: I have this fic. It was for an exchange fest like over two years ago and I never finished it and have felt kinda shitty about it ever since. The problem is that I hit a huge wall and I have absolutely no idea what happens next. I like what I've written, and I have some Vague Thoughts about how it should end but I'm not thrilled about them, and I have no clue how to get it from where I stopped to where it could end. I've tried writing out of order, I've tried thinking about what *doesn't* happen, I've tried all kinds of advice from answers on AO3COTD and elsewhere to get my write on and nothing is working.

I guess my question is, should I post it anyway? Throw myself upon the mercy of the fandom? Solicit ideas from readers (if it even gets any)? I really would like to finish the thing someday, but I don't know how. I'm pretty much the world's slowest writer on a good day, and this fic has me stuck hard.

Thank you for this blog and all the time and words you give to us here <3

Oof. That's a rough spot, anon, and I've definitely been there before.

When you're that stuck on a fic, you have a few options:

Stop writing it. This one wasn't meant to be, and that's okay. Take what you can from it to bring to the next fic, and let it rest.

Look at your initial premise - not what you've written, but rather the setup for the story itself. What would be a good payoff for that particular setup? There could be a dozen different answers. Pick one that works with what you've already written and edit what you need to before progressing to the end.

Take what you've already written, and instead of making it longer make it shorter. There might be a really good oneshot or shorter fic in the midst of however many chapters you've got. Dig the diamond out of the rough and let it shine.

I also like your idea of crowdsourcing it from your fandom. I've done that for beginnings before, but I don't think I've tried it for endings. I think that could be a really cool way to solve your problem.

I know how shitty it feels when you've planned to give someone a gift and you just can't manage it. Since it's been so long, I'm guessing it's not really expected anymore, though. Sometimes we need to forgive ourselves for the things we wanted to do and just couldn't get done. Especially considering the world as it is - and as it was over two years ago.

Well, blog? What do you think? Have you got some ways for anon to move forward?

This post is also on Dreamwidth over here.

#asks and answers

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kitchenlittle · 10 months

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I want to make a little PSA and warning about future content being posted to my page very soon. I will not stand for the slander of writers who choose to write about Miles Morales due to popularity of the movies. Let me make something clear since it seems there are many fake Marvel Fans out there who know nothing about the universes. THERE ARE UNIVERSES WHERE MILES IS ALREADY AN ADULT.

Earth-8 comes to mind where Miles is LITTERALY a full grown MAN MARRIED TO GWEN STACY and they have 2 CHILDREN TOGETHER. Their names are Charlotte and Max Morales. LOOK IT UP IF YOU DONT BELIEVE.

Every universe has a differing age/look from the Miles Morales we see in the movies and know why? BECAUSE THERE IS DARN NEAR THOUSAND IF NOT INFINITE universes of Miles. SO YES. There is a universe with events just like the movie with slight differences and Miles over the age of 18. So litteraly any story about about Miles would litteraly be cannon in someway!

Just like how we can have a Adult Peter Parkers like in the movie exist at the same time as underage Peter Parkers like Tom Holland's. Or should I say," -Dr. Strange and the little nerd on Earth 199999 (AKA Tom Holland)"~Miguel O'hara. And if you were paying attention to the movies you'd know that Miles cannonly exist in live-action human form. Uncle Aaron played by musician and actor childish gamebino mentions he has a nephew who wants to protect to Spiderman. You see that same prowler Childish Gambino Uncle Aaron captured in the new movie. He was captured by Hobie Brown and locked uo as anamoly needing to be sent back to his universe. Meaning that Adult Miles can exist at the same time as kid Miles!

NOT ONLY THAT. But here is some hyprocracy I have found. THE ANIME FANDOM. The most popular characters in the anime are 15- 16. FROM Deku and Bakugou FROM MY HERO, to Luffy FROM ONEPEICE, to Sukuna/Yuji from JUJITSU KAISEN and many many more. Most main characters are highschool age. HOW IS IT? That they can age up charecter that alot of times we will never see 18 or older and write a fanfic sometimes while the charecter in the story is still 15-16 and get a away with it. But Miles Morales authors go out their way to age him up before they even write it and litteraly aren't wrong since their are universe where he is older, are weirdos and pe***. I don't see some anime writers doing that? Make it make sense?

I PERSONALLY DONT EVEN WRITE FOR FOR CHARECTERS THAT DONT HAVE A CANON ADULT VERSION OF THEM AVAILABLE FROM THE OG CREATORS IN MEDIA. Guess who fits the criteria? MILES MORALES.

A message for my unsure authors out there.

~So for all my writers not their scared to post their fics. Label it Earth-8 Miles who is a father and husband to Gwen and say it's a headcannon of what ps happend he's 18-25 before he got married if you feel that weird about it.

Some of ya'll are fake fans who completely missed the point of the movie and it's implications. Don't come in my DMs telling me to take anything down because I'm not. You will be blocked and locked out of interacting with my page. And if you feel uncomfortable block me. Just know if you block you will be missing out of 50+ fics I've been working on 18+ characters for about a year now and will be posting starting in July. It's littersly an event I've been working on called the 'Lemon Fest', since it's my birthday month.

Once again every charcter I write about had a cannon adult version of them made by the creators or is already an adult. I was going to keep this a secret by I've gotta protect my fellow authors especially if they are being wrongly targeted. Wanna get mad? Wanna get angry at some authors? Get mad at the ones the ones that write about you favorite anime charecters that are likely 15-16 then ask them to delete it...oh wait...you won't.. because if done that would litteraly be deleting 3/4 of the fanfiction written on this site.

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marshmellowzz · 1 year

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can i req a short scenario of muzan with a wife!reader (human or demon, it's up to you!) where they are just..so madly in love it's embarrassing for everyone else in the room (like the upper moons can't help but cringe at how in-love they are)? i've always found this idea funny lol

Like Lovesick Puppies

A/N- Hi anon, im sorry for the wait! Thank you for requesting, I had so much fun writing this short scenario, and I hope you like it!

The uppermoon meetings held a certain unprofessionalism— Mostly due to Douma’s incessant joking around, and the snide remarks that were thrown around without a second thought.

Muzan pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He should have dismantled the uppermoons long ago— dealing with their childish dramatics and continuous failures to find the single flower he had been searching for was becoming too much to bare.

‘Remember, Muzan, you need them.’ Was a thought that repeated in his mind continuously, like a mantra.

As much as Muzan hated to admit it. The uppermoons were a great advantage to his side. They truly were his sole magnum opus.

His grip tightened on the flask he held, a slight crack appeared under the pressure of Muzan’s grip.

“Dearest, are you alright?” He paused at the sound of such a sweet, melodious voice that he recognized to be yours.

He inhaled.

He exhaled.

“No.” He admitted, he was not the type to beat around the bush, after all.

Before you could speak up, he continued.

“It’s been multiple decades—and these fools have done nothing of what I asked.” His voice lowered threateningly, the fortress trembling under the controlled vexation of his voice.

At this point, the Uppermoons had all silenced themselves—if not from instinct, then from the fear of getting punished by their Lord.

“I want the Ubuyashiki family dead—Yet, even that is too much to ask for, apparently.” Muzan spat, venom and sarcasm lacing his words. The flask completely shattered under Muzan’s grasp, and a prominent vein bulged out of his forehead.

He shot you a glance, observing your patient expression.

His attention was directed to you, now.

“I understand,” you simply said, hoping he’d calm down.

He shook off the broken remainders of flask onto his desk, any freshly made cuts healing instantaneously. He head towards you—grabbing your arm in a vice grip.

You winced, trying to hold your silence—you knew better than to question your husbands antics.

“You always understand me, don’t you?” His voice in a hushed tone, which was uncharacteristic for him.

His grip on your arm loosened, he nestled his nose into the crook of your neck, feeling the slow—yet shaky rise of your chest.

“I love you,” you whispered.

He hummed in approval.

“How much do you love me, hm?” He challenged, his hands beginning to wander, both finding a place onto your waist.

“More than all the stars in the sky,”

Gyutaro almost gagged,

Daki stared at her kin in horror, what the fuck is going on? written all over her face.

The languid strums of a biwa had soon filled the fortress, and Muzan had begun to sway you side to side.

He placed a small kiss on your nose, your giggles reverberating around the fortress along with the strums of the instrument.

“Would you die for me?” Muzan inquired, his hands fastened into your hips and waist.

“Yes,” was all you replied with.

Muzan hummed, revelling in this newfound information.

“You always know how to satisfy me, don’t you, dearest?” Muzan sighed, he had not a care in the world that his subordinates had first class seats to him and his wife’s love-fest.

He loves when you try soothing his frustrations,

He loves how you obediently do as he says,

He loves how you tell him what he wants to hear,

He loves you.

He’d never say it outloud, though.

“I am infatuated with you.” Muzan finally uttered, and even you found yourself feeling surprised. That was as close to an “I love you” as you’ll get.

Akaza nearly shriveled up and died right there, he looked around to observe the others—for once, he hoped he was not the only one seeing this at the moment.

Douma looked as carefree as ever, however, he was eerily quiet as he watched Muzan cradle you steadily.

“What the hell is going on?…” Gyokko poked a head out of his vase, watching the scene before him unravel. “Why are they doing that?...” He gestured towards you and Muzan, gazing into each others eyes like lovesick puppies.

“Gyokko.” Muzan started.

“Yes.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, ok, of course, sorry.”

Ignoring Gyokko, Akaza glanced at Kokushibo, his usual indifferent expression visible—He wasn’t sure how Kokushibo could endure this torture, that took another kind of strength.

Perhaps that was why he was Uppermoon One.

“Muzan-sama…Are we…Dismissed?” Kokushibo spoke up, he clearly desired to leave, and to never speak of this again—nevermind, it seems that the amount of love between you and Muzan was too powerful for even Kokushibo to endure.

Akaza couldn’t help but humor the situation slightly.

“Get out of my sight.” Muzan spoke once again, finally giving them permission to leave.

For the first time, Akaza felt thankful towards Kokushibo, and his respect grew a tad bit more.

The whole ordeal also seemed to shut Douma up, so perhaps it wasn’t that bad.

They had all left without incident, and you and Muzan continued to embrace each other until Muzan was satisfied.

Nakime wanted to gouge her eyes out, but she stayed resilient, and continued to strum her biwa wordlessly.

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katwritesthings · 1 year

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Phandom, are y'all okay?

Has anyone else noticed the trend recently of Maddie and Jack are absolutely terrible parents?

Like, don't get me wrong, they're not the greatest parents ever... But they're not always some kind of supervillain/evil scientist power couple who can't look past their own biases to change their opinion in the face of new evidence.

I'm kinda specifically talking about the DPxDC side of Tumblr (mostly because of how much I've been reading in that crossover territory the last few weeks), but I think the general fandom has been falling more and more towards irredeemably evil Drs. Fentons as well.

I mean, I get that it's a trope of the Phandom for the Fentons to disecc Danny. Like, that's not the issue. Or at least, not the whole issue? 'Cause I love a good trauma-filled angst fest as much as the next phan.

There just... Used to be a balance, I guess? Like for every couple of Fentons Bad Parenting there would be a fic of the Fentons accepting Danny. It wouldn't be easy, and there was a boatload of delicious angst in that, depending on what Maddie and Jack had done to Phantom before finding out he is their son. There were fics exploring Maddie and Jack dealing with the emotional fallout of their son dying due to their negligence and not even noticing.

But lately, it's just been Maddie and Jack are terrible people. Full stop. No nuance or shades of grey to them.

And I know there are a ton of people in this fandom who have never even seen the original show and write amazing fanfic anyway. They've learned from what we put out there, and maybe that's why there are no new good parents fics.

But, like, remember when Danny Phantom used to be a very thinly veiled allegory for coming out to your parents? I know not everyone's parents are loving and accepting. I'm not trying to diminish anyone's experiences or anything and I think this has devolved into somewhat incoherent ramblings... And this just may be because I have been in this fandom for over a decade now. I may just be overthinking current trends.

But, are y'all okay? Like, seriously, babies.

Do you want a hug? A cup of cocoa? A parental figure to look you in the eyes and say that your feelings are valid? That you are wanted and appreciated just the way you are?

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kelcemenow · 9 months

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What To Wear.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

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Warnings Nothing at all, it's a fluff-fest!

I got this request from the lovely @princessmermaid1289 and thought it would make a cute little fluffy fic! "Could I get one where maybe Travis helps the reader put together outfits?"

You stared helplessly down at your bed. It was covered with your clothing, messily strewn across the bedspread with no order or system. You were preparing for your first vacation with Travis, and your first vacation with a boyfriend ever. The pair of you had been dating for a few months and after he had won the Super Bowl, he surprised you with a two-week long trip to the Maldives.

"Hey, baby!" Travis called through as he entered your apartment.

You held your gaze on the mess you had created, "I'm in the bedroom."

"So, how is packing going..." He trailed off when he laid his eyes on your bed, the impressively large pile of outfits almost spilling over the edge, "Oh."

"Yeah." You said through gritted teeth.

Travis stood rooted to the spot, "Wow. You do know that our flight is tomorrow morning, right?"

You turned to him with a frantic expression, "I know, I know. And I'm sorry." You reached out for his hands, holding them at his chest, "It's just, I've never been on vacation with a boyfriend before. I actually can't remember the last time I had a vacation at all. I don't know what to pack, I don't know what to wear. I'm just not used to this at all." You dropped your head in frustration.

Travis lifted your chin with his finger, "Well, get used to it baby." He kissed the end of your nose, "Come on, I'll help."

"You really don't have to do that."

Travis raised his eyebrows, "Yeah. I do."

You watched as he began removing items of clothing and placing them into separate piles. You smiled at the look of concentration on his face, the tip of his tongue just peeking a little out of his lips.

"Okay. Easy things first, underwear for every day and then 3 more...just in case."

"Just in case?" You smiled and counted out panties and grabbed some bras, dumping them all into your suitcase, "Done!"

"Right, will you be wearing any pyjamas?" He looked to you with a knowing look.

You grinned, "You tell me?"

He fished out a white, almost see-through, lace chemise "We'll put one in."

"Just in case?"

Travis winked before turning back to the bed, "That's right!"

You held up a bright orange and gold bikini that you had bought for the trip a couple of weeks ago but were unsure about, "Okay, swimwear next?"

Travis' eye's lit up at the lack of fabric and he nodded enthusiastically, "Oh hell yeah, you're packing that."

You rolled your eyes and folded what you could of it along with some others and placed them carefully into the case.

"Have you had any thoughts about outfits?"

You looked to Travis with a blank expression, a slight hint of worry in your eyes.

Travis sighed, "You're so lucky I'm here." He mused over the pile of clothes that were left and grabbed a colourful summer dress, holding it up against your body, "I think with the right accessories, this could look really cute."

You raised your eyebrows, "It could look cute?"

"Yeah, maybe some neutral coloured sandals, maybe some natural, straw or cork materials."

Your eyes widened even further, "Do you hear yourself?"

Travis quickly threw the dress back onto the bed and began walking out of the room, "Well, if you don't want my help?"

You grabbed his arm and pulled him close to you, "No, no I do! I really do! I need your help, baby!" You laid a kiss on his dramatic pout.

Travis laughed and picked the dress up again, "Well, let the master carry on with his work!" He held the dress up again, clearing his throat, "So, I can see you wearing this with a straw summer hat, maybe some brown or beige sandals."

You smiled and opened your closet, grabbing some shoes and a hat similar to what he was describing.

"Those will work." He placed them into the suitcase before finding a pair of your jean shorts, "Now, these need pairing with a cropped tank top or something. Anything in a true summer colour palette?"

You began rummaging through the pile on the bed, "Oh! I have a violet one...and a bright blue one?" You held them up in front of you.

Travis narrowed his eyes and looked between them both, occasionally looking at you in thought, "The violet." He pointed and took it from you before picking up a pink mini dress, "Here, I need you to try this on."

"What?"

He thrusted the dress further at you, "I need to see you wearing it, I need to see the vision."

You breathed a laugh and took the dress from him, peeling off your sweatpants and t-shirt, "I knew you'd get me out of my clothes eventually."

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This was a cute one to write! I can actually imagine Travis getting all excited at packing clothes for a holiday/vacation! I'm almost through with my requests list so once I'm clear with that, I'll get started with a little series idea that I've had. In the meantime, feel free to send any requests you have and I'll add them onto the list! As always, if you don't want to miss any of my fics, give me a shout and I'll add you to my Taglist!

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Upon reflecting this past year, I’m reminded of one area as a fandom citizen that i am lacking - reading fic. And so was born an idea to canvas my fandom family and friends to share with me a fic they've written, art they've created, a podfic they've recorded in 2023 of which they are most proud.

This two part 'rec yourself' list is the result.

Part One features Drarry creations (heavily featured since that's my OTP). Part Two (here) includes a kick-ass mix of various HP ships and ships from other fandoms, including Carry On, Check Please!, Good Omens, Teen Wolf, and Stranger Things. Also, and most importantly, each entry presents a smol blurb from the creator about why they chose their particular piece as their 2023 favorite.

For ease in reading, I've also placed all submitted works posted to AO3 into a filterable bookmark collection, Rec Yourself 2023. Be aware that there's a range of ratings and archive/creator tags, so please, take appropriate responsibility for your personal consumption. And please also be sure to shower the creators with kudos and lovely comments.

Y'all. This endeavor has been a fucking blast. One thing's for sure, I am blessed, humbled and honored to know a whole bunch of fantastic, brilliant, fun folks. Big love to you all, and thank you for participating.

So go forth. Indulge and enjoy! xo peach

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✩ @pato-roldnart ✩ Quiet as a mouse HP | Viktor Krum x Ron Weasely | ART | G rating | Unleashed!Fest 2023 I'm quite proud of this one, I don't know how I made it, I had never drawn them before! My mind went full "oh yeah ronvik " Also, I like the idea of them bonding over their pets and Ron seeing that Viktor cares about something else that is not Quidditch.

✩ @tontonguetonks ✩ Coffee and a Croissant HP Next Gen | Scorpius x Albus | 903 FIC | G rating There are parts of myself and my lived experience in every story and character I write—how I socialize, how I take my coffee… I can’t help it. In *Coffee and a Croissant*, I put a lot of myself in my ace and autistic Albus. He is very dear to me in this story, and in my Fizzy Lifting Drinks drabble. The fic is just a toe-dip in the Soulmate waters where Albus grapples with what to do if he is someone’s Soulmate, but they’re not his. Parts 2 and 3 are in the works, but there is no timeline on either of them. Maybe in 2024?

✩ @crazybutgood ✩ I Bloom Pink For You HP | Narcissa Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson | 993 FIC + ORIGAMI COMIC | M rating | HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023 This whole idea came about because I got so excited to fold a corset for hp bodice ripper fest, realised I couldn't just submit that one thing, and started brainstorming more loose ideas. It all clicked together when I was inspired by a fic by @schmem14, whose writing I adore. I was so grateful and even more excited when Em gave permission to make this. From there started the self-indulgent process of folding fancy things with fancier papers for this origami comic, and I couldn't have done it without Em and my lovely support team.

✩ @seekercass ✩ Something Cosmic HP | Cedric x Draco x Harry | 1.7k FIC | M rating | Polyship Week 2022 A self-rec that I am still extremely proud of is a short fic written for Polyshipping Week 2022 called Something Cosmic. It's a small coda to Something Good to Always Keep, another fic that I wrote for Quidditch Fest 2021 that I cherish very much. Even though writing is still hard for me these days, I often think about this 'verse and what life is like for Harry, Draco and Cedric after they graduated from Oxford. These three and slice of life bring me such joy. I hope to write more of them.

✩ @roseharpermaxwell ✩ Sounds Worth It HP | Hermione x Draco | 5k FIC | T rating | D/Hr Advent 2023 Being nominated for d/hr advent was a sweet surprise. It gave me a good excuse to remember how to write and the nudge I needed to create something this year.

✩ @basicallyahedgehog ✩ (They) Keep Me Warm HP | Hermione x Harry x Ron | 5.8k FIC | E rating | HP Trans Fest 2023 This was my transfest fic - I wrote it as a love letter to all my trans and Enby friends and as a way of processing some of my own feelings. It’s my first (and so far only) foray into poly golden trio and I loved playing with their dynamics with that added layer to their relationship.

✩ @lumosatnight ✩ For I Have Found Salvation HP | Harry x Severus | 7.1k FIC | E rating | Snarry AUctoberfest 2023 Although this is a smut fic at its core, I tried really hard to make the pacing flow, bringing in background characters, and creating memorable imagery. I am very proud of how it turned out. However, this is probably my favorite fic from 2023 simply for the fact that I had the most fun writing it!

✩ @sugareey-makes-stuff ✩ Feel You Breathing Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 8.4k TEXTING FIC | E rating | 2023 Year of the OTP This is my fav 2023 piece because I learned how to create a custom text message AO3 skin, stylize things for plain text reading, and I wrote a whole story that had some plot that was told through text messages. Also, I did not know I could achieve so much spiciness and throw in so many bad pick-up lines through this medium, but hey, the more you know! XD

✩ @schmem14 ✩ Mastermind HP | Harry x Ron; Draco x Harry; Ron x Draco | 10.7k FIC | E rating | Dronarry Fest 2023 This is one of the few times a story just flew out of me. Possessive stalker Draco sets out to win over Ron in this creepy thriller, but there’s a catch: Ron is already in love with Draco’s boyfriend, Harry.

✩ @drwhoisginnyholmes & @fledglinger ✩ Not Bad, For A 6000 Year Old Classic! Good Omens | Aziraphale x Crowley | 11.8k FIC + ART | E rating | DIWS Reverse! Reverse! Mini Bang

✩ @sniperjade ✩ The Sounds of Us HP Marauders | Regulus x Remus | 20.4k FIC | M rating | Remus Lupin Fest 2023; HPFC Spring Fling 2023 I've been thinking about this for a couple of days and whilst I would really love to say it was the drarry I wrote for this fest last year my favourite would have to be this moonseeker I wrote for Remus Lupin Fest last year. It's my favourite because I lived this fic. It became the entirety of my personality for a whole month because I desperately needed to get to the chapter where Regulus was riding on Padfoots back, through the forbidden forest, with only the light of the full moon to guide them, just to try and help Remus. It's also just because it's very musical and I'm very musical so that makes me love it all the more.

✩ @ghaniblue ✩ Sleeping With Ghosts HP | Regulus x Draco x Harry | 21.9k FIC | M rating | Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV I posted a Regulus/Harry/Draco fic last month that I'm very fond of. I started writing it more than 1 1/2 years ago, before I ever read a single Regulus fic. It's triad fic, and I'm pretty proud of the way the individual relationships develop. That was important to me, and I think I succeeded. Posting the first fic on ao3 with this triad tag doesn't hurt either.

✩ @celilasart & @wolfspurr ✩ Shifted Teen Wolf | Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski | 25k FIC + ART | T rating | Sterek Reverse Bang This work was created for sterek reverse bang, a collaboration fest where the artists create first and the writers write second. wolfspurr and I just clicked when we talked about my art and the things that it inspired in their writer brain ;D the result is just an amazingly sweet and wholesome fic, that is still set in the teenwolf universe as we know it. but unlike many other fics which are full of violence and danger, this one starts with a bang and then it is a beautifully woven story of two people who just complete each other. also... the working title for my art was: tiny fox & sour wolf.

✩ @orange-peony ✩ At the speed of light Carry On | Basilton Pitch x Simon Snow | 26.3k FIC | E rating I picked [this fic] because I had a lot of fun writing it! It started off as a drabble and ended up 26k because I just had a blast writing it and the fandom support was so lovely. Last but not least, Pato made an absolutely stunning art piece for this fic, and it was the best present ever.

✩ @wynnyfryd ✩ i don’t know, you figure it out Stranger Things | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson | 35.4k WIP FIC | E rating bragging about yourself is difficult, but i’ll just say it’s my favorite because i’m proud of myself for sticking to one project for this long, i love all the artwork the fic has inspired, and i just think the line “the river styx must taste like pennies” fucks severely lmao.

✩ @decaflondonfog ✩ growing pains Check Please! | Eric Bittle x Kent Parson | 50k FIC | T rating i am not usually a long fic gal, which i think is in part lack of patience, but also how attached i get to a universe if i’m working on it for a longer period of time. i finished writing this back in june but this fic felt very “me” in many ways and i think about them so often still so it’s definitely my 2023 creation i’m proudest of!

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Day 17 : Daddy/Praise : Seonghwa

「Title」 : Cruel, Yet Kind.

「Word count」 : 1.14k

-> Genre: Suggestive, Mafia Au, Angst, Fluff

Paring: Mafia!Seonghwa x Reader

[Warnings] : Blood. Mafia gang stuff. Mention of killing. Making out. Light choking. Dirty talk. Pet names. The use of daddy (obviously) read gets naked in front of Hwa. Some angsty stuff. Hwa cries at one point and he is also covered in blood but it's okay. It's hot. Haha, Let me know if I missed anything.

Note: I rushed this. So I'm so sorry if it's trash. ♡ Also yes, I know I've used the Mafia au twice in this event... shut up.. I like the Mafka au okay hehe.

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He was the sweetest boyfriend. He was caring and loving. Always performing kind gestures and showering you with nothing but the most endearing and kindest form of love. He treated you with nothing but respect, believing you were his equal. No one could have seen this coming from Seonghwa. He was known for being blunt, cold and in all honesty… cruel. Even his leader, the head of their gang, thought he was the cruellest out of any of them. So where did the coldness go whenever you were around? You heard whispers and stories about this mysterious bad boy Park Seonghwa was known to be. Yet, whenever you were around your boyfriend he was like a puppy. Kind and affectionate. You wanted to see the bad side of him. The cold-blooded killer. The right hand in the famous mafia gang of Seoul.

“Hwa…” You barely let out a whisper as you settled your book down on the side table, eyeing your boyfriend that come home from a particularly hard mission. You had never seen him covered in blood before. He always made sure to never bring his work home. But this time he was left with no choice. You were scared, but not as much as you were curious about what he might have done the evening he was away.

“I’m sorry Bunny….” His voice was laced with anger, pacing slowly around the room. He didn’t know what to do, he wanted to go back and finish the job he had on the rival spy that had closed in on their operation. But they needed him alive, sadly. You quickly got up, rushing over to comfort your boyfriend. Your hand rested on his cheek, blood staining your skin. You didn’t mind feeling the warm blood through your fingers, only worrying about what was going through your lover's mind.

“I shouldn’t have come in here covered in blood. I'm sorry if I scared you.” he felt guilt riddle him, but anger was still surging through his veins and he couldn’t figure out how to calm down for the life of him.

“Scare me? Hwa, you could never scare me. I’m just worried that it might have been your blood. But it seems to be you aren’t injured. So I have nothing to be scared about.” Your words were soft, stepping closer, you noticed you had gotten some blood on your nightgown, but you didn’t mind.

“I never wanted you to see me like this.” he leaned into your touch, leaning down his forehead met yours. You felt a tingle in your gut, thinking maybe this was the best time to confess your thoughts to him.

"But I wanted to see all of you." You spoke pulling away from him, feeling as if your heart is going to burst out of your chest at any minute. "I want to see all of you. Not just the sweet loving man that stole my heart. I want to see the dark, cruel side of you. I want to know all of you."

He swore to himself that he must have hit the jackpot with you. You are so caring to him, always making sure he is safe, even though he is the one that should be protecting you. He let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against yours. His heart ached for you, loving spilling on the floor, leaving a light trail to follow whenever you needed each other.

“I don’t deserve you.” A tear falls down his blood-stained cheek he clenches his jaw.

“Yes. You do. You deserve everything in this world.” You leaned into him, pushing your nose against his before locking your lips with his. It was soft, with a hint of desperation. You deepen the kiss, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. It’s almost intoxicating. He grabs you by the waist pulling you closer. He needed you. Needed to have all of you. And he needed it now.

“Do you trust me?” He groaned into your mouth, biting your bottom lip before pulling it back and then letting it go, making you moan out for him.

“I trust you with my life.” that’s all he needed to hear, lifting you up before walking to your bedroom, keeping your lips locked on his. He thanked he knew the way, otherwise, he was sure he would have fallen by now. Entering your room, his lips pecked the side of your mouth before your cheek and then your jaw. He throws you back onto the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. The blood that stains his clothing had stunk into the fabric, leaving some on his toned body. You watch with a gulp in your throat. This isn’t hygienic but you find it somewhat hot. He’s covered in blood, filthy and rough from the fight of cruelty and it made you feel the want from between your legs grow more. He glances over at you with a small smile, yet his face remains unreadable. You slip off your pj’s, while he pulls his belt off his pants. You are left in your underwear and nothing else.

“You are always such a good girl aren't you?” He chuckled watching you open your thighs, letting have a full view of your body. He bit his lip, unbuttoning his dress pants. “Always ready for me hmm?” His words were low, a seductive grumble. He was taking things slow. Too slow for your liking.

“Show me…” You lent over to get on all fours so you can crawl over to him. You sit on your knees on the edge of the bed, pulling him by his pants.

“Show you what my love?” He hummed, leaning slightly so his face was inches from yours. Your noses push against one another while you take a shaky breath in, giving a small kiss to his cheek then his jaw, then his neck.

“Show me how cruel you can be… Daddy.” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his bloody torso, getting blood on your own chest and tummy. He laughed this time. Not chuckled, nor hummed. A low laugh. And a sinister one of that. The new name sent him over the edge, making him feel a switch snap in his head. You feel his hand snake down until it found your neck, lifting you away from his body so he could see your face again. His fingers pushed in the right places making a shock wave of adrenaline shoot through your body. His stare is dark, while his lips are parted slightly, letting his tongue dance slightly against the opening.

“My perfect little bunny, so ready for her daddy to please her. Hurt her even. Hmm,” his fingers squeeze, cutting air from your brain slightly. “I hope you’re ready for me princess. Cause if you want all of me. Here it is…”

He was going to ruin you.

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Welcome to the Aro Soulmates Fest!

This is a pan-fandom event intended to put an aromantic lens on soulmate AUs: exploring soulmate stories that aren’t just about characters falling in love and getting together.

Timeline:

Prompting begins: Nov 26 Prompting closes: Dec 17 Fics Due: Mar 17

FAQ:

Are there submission requirements? Nope! Feel free to post drabbles, doodles, podfics, and anything else that you feel fits the theme/prompt.

What counts as ‘aromantic themes’? I’m keeping this broad - any exploration or rejection of the way soulmates hold up normative romantic ideals can count for this fic.

The two exceptions are writing poly soulmates and platonic soulmates, since those are also done often in fandom.

Examples:

a character rejects or leaves their soulmate

a character dating someone that isn’t their soulmate

a character that doesn’t have a soulmark

a character killing their soulmate

a character with an abusive soulmate

etc

Can I write romance? Do I have to write aromantic characters? Romance is allowed! As long as it meets above criteria - for example, exploring a romantic relationship between people that aren’t soulmates is allowed, but writing a character that gets together with their soulmate is not.

Can I participate if I’m not aro? Yes! See above.

Can I write original works? Yes! Note that works will be posted to AO3, but so long as you are okay posting your original work there, feel free to create what you like.

Help! I've never participated in a fest before! / How does prompting and claiming work? Please see AO3's Prompt Meme FAQ for more information!

Guidelines | Got Questions? | Give us prompts!

#aro soulmates fest #aro soulmate fest #aromantic

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early20sfailingplenty · 6 months

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💕 I have a request!

Could I please have some heavy angst headcanons, behaviour-wise, for an emotionally devastated, completely withdrawn and deeply depressed Vincent Sinclair who sincerely believes that he's been rejected by someone he's fallen hopelessly in love with?

Heyyyy ~ Kelly!!!💖 This is a fun little one to write; you sent it in about a year ago but I've only just found the energy/inspiration so I hope it's still something you're wanting to read about! I was curled up in bed eating my weight in chocolate cake and watching House of Wax scenes as I wrote this, so I hope you enjoy! If this goes well, it'll serve as my comeback into the fandom.

Reader details: as always, "you", Y/N, gender neutral reader, no coded language.

TW; Vincent haaaaaates himself, depictions of child abuse (canon compliant), Vincent makes decisions for the both of you without discussing them with you beforehand, miscommunication trope my beloved, Vincent's behaviour and thought patterns are unhealthy, canon compliant depictions of violence, morally grey reader who knows about and passively participates in canon compliant events, angst, Vincent is emotionally constipated AND he genuinely believes you don't love him like he loves you, dehumanisation of nameless and faceless people who come into Ambrose (canon compliant).

This is an angst fest and does not have a happy ending.

Word count: 1, 487.

Of all the people who had passed through Ambrose (and never made it out), no one had gotten under Vincent's skin quite like you had.

The people who came into Ambrose were either canvases for Vincent or a fun day for Bo. Even rarer were the ones destined for Lester, if only because he didn't partake in the family business as often as the twins did.

The ones destined for Lester always ended up in literal pieces in the roadkill pit, with many an animal thrown atop the human chunks for good measure. Very few entered Ambrose, but even fewer got to leave.

Vincent was never anything more than delighted, thrilled when he hunted, killed and then prepared his artform... and no one had ever gotten under Vincent's skin.

Not until you, and no one but you.

Of all the people who came into Ambrose, none of them had ever been perfect before Vincent had started his work on them. He immortalised the beautiful and romanticised the ugly.

No one but you, and he found himself wanting to keep you perserved while you were still alive.

It totally threw him for a loop and if Bo had been able to listen in on Vincent's thoughts, as he so often claimed he could, then it would have thrown Bo for a loop too.

Your very existence took Vincent by surprise and just like how Vincent always deals with the unknown, he totally shut himself down from you. He put in a word for you with Bo to tell him in no uncertain terms that you were not to be harmed in any way, but that was the extent of his involvement with you.

Vincent's act of shutting himself down from you was one-sided but it caused enough pain for two people.

As far as you knew, Vincent wasn't treating you any differently. He was very rarely around you but he was barely around anyone except Bo. So you thought little of it.

Lester did think something about it, but a sharp look from Bo would silence the youngest Sinclair, and so Vincent was blissfully, agonisingly, left to his own torturous devices.

It wasn't that Vincent had fallen in love with you at first sight - such a concept seemed terribly unrealistic, especially for him - but he had known from the moment he had laid his eye on you that there was going to be something between you.

And just his parents had done to him before he had been old enough to take his first shit, Vincent wrote himself off.

His attraction to you turned to intrigue, which turned to yearning and then desire and then red hot want which would have rendered him speechless if he had been able to speak.

Vincent had initially made himself put in a good word for you with Bo, to help you stay in Ambrose with your life intact. But then as time progressed, he found himself putting your favourite snacks down on Lester's grocery list, convincing Bo to let you go with Lester, making sure you had the thickest blanket he could find because Ambrose could become cold at night... on and on the gestures went, but you seemed not to reciprocate them.

In truth, it was because Vincent was unreadable to you. As days turned to weeks which stretched to months, you formed cautious bonds with Bo and Lester, but Vincent remained unreachable to you. He was kind to you, but he was also totally withdrawn from you. You couldn't read him, you couldn't tell what was going on behind that mask, he was just... a wall.

You tried to express a rather twisted sense of gratitude for basic necessities but whenever you thanked him, Vincent would nod in such a way that it felt like your thanks was just an annoyance to him. His kind actions combined with the coldness of how he treated you after the fact, confused you, and you found yourself keeping away from him as best as you could, your heart aching. How could you properly thank him if he didn't let you? It was like he was only being kind to you to keep you quiet, to keep you where you were. Vincent was giving you emotional whiplash and you didn't know what to do about it.

There was more to Vincent than he was showing you and you knew it, but he was silent, he loomed over everyone in any room he was in, and he was truly intimidating.

It served to keep you away, which was what Vincent wanted, but it also caused him pain, because he longed to be close to you. Before Vincent knew it, he had fallen hopelessly in love with you. Once upon a time, he had been the Golden Child, the favourite of the three Sinclair children. He had been expected to die soon after being separated from Bo, but he had lived, and out of guilt had Trudy and Victor practically smothered Vincent in love, much to his developmental detriment.

They hadn't loved him for him, they had 'loved' him to alleviate their own guilt, and it had fucked Vincent up as badly as their abuse and neglect had fucked up Bo and Lester.

And so it was that Vincent was outwardly cold to you, or, at the very least, seeing to be totally unaffected by your presence in Ambrosde, and yet when you weren't there, it seemed that everything he did was for you, to make your life easier in a world you should never have known existed.

A world in which the dead remained so, encased in their own tombs, and and the living were haunted by the ghosts of themselves and all they never got the chance to be.

Vincent had closed himself off to you, rejecting the idea of you ever loving him before he ever gave you the chance to even consider such a thing, and as such, you inadvertently closed yourself off to him, too.

Your every attempt to thank him was rebuked, your every want to appreciate him left ignored, your every attempt to even minutely bond with him the way that you were slowly bonding with Bo and Lester was ignored...

Vincent never gave you a chance, he condemned the possibility of you loving him before such an experience could bloom within your mind, and in doing so, he practically shot himself in the foot. He was condemning you just like his parents had condemned him before he had even taken his first breath after being separated from the back of Bo's head.

He fell into a depression worse than anything his brothers had ever seen, to the point that even his artwork, his momma's legacy, was suffering for it.

To an untrained eye, all was fine with his figurines. They came out perfectly, not a hair out of place.

But to Bo and to Lester, they could see flaws Vincent usually poured himself into trying to fix. They could see hairs stitched back into the waxed scalp half a centimetre out from where it should have been, they could see raised patches through the clothing restitched onto the victim once the wax had cooled, they saw Vincent spiralling so badly that he ended up committing novice mistakes his mother had beat out of him decades ago.

And it was because of you.

Or, it was because of Vincent's assumptions about you, made due to his self-loathing which he had never questioned. He could romanticise the ugliest of gestures, the most grotesque of crimes, but he couldn't extend that same 'courtesy' to himself and it always saddened Lester and angered Bo.

Vincent didn't blame you for anything. He blamed himself. He withdrew from his brothers, he neglected his art, he shut Jonesy out of his workshop instead of letting her sleep on the mattress he kept down there for times when Morpheus called his name so sweetly that Vincent couldn't resist long enough to get back up to the house before Morpheus' sand got in his eyes...

And it stayed that way.

Vincent remained hopelessly in love with you, he kept himself away from you, believing with everything he was that you would never, could never, love him, and so to spare himself the heartbreak, he broke it himself more thoroughly than you ever could have done (not that you would, but Vincent had kept himself away from you so well that you would never think to yourself that there was more compatability between the two of you than either of you knew).

You pined, you ached, to know and to love Vincent, but he had made that decision for you, he had taken the choice away from you, and now the both of you were profoundly suffering and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

In time, maybe one of them would do Vincent a solid kindness and break the ice between the two of you. But why would they, when this was so much more entertaining?

#slasher x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005

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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

thanks for tagging me @bookish-bogwitch, @thewholelemon, @cutestkilla, and @noblecorgi!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Currently, living, breathing, and eating my one and only WIP: The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch. Also, I am probably retiring after this fic because I do not think I can top it!

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Addie LaRue + SnowBaz = so much pain and angst

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Period-typical homophobia, Implied/referenced DV, Blood and Injury, Death... I mean truly the works. This is SnowBaz in the darkest possible timeline.

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? At one point, I joked with @thewholelemon about naming it "Baz Pitch's 300 Year Long Grope-Fest" but for obvious reasons that title would really do a disservice to this fic (although it is sort of true).

5. ⚠️Which WIP you're most likely to finish or update next? Now that I've created a posting schedule for The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, I want to stick to it. While I'm "done" drafting, I am still making a few big revisions to the last six chapters. I've also been re-reading the first chapters for continuity issues that may have cropped up now that I know how this ends. Either way, I can see the finish line.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) It started out as "Addie LaRue Working Draft." Once the one doc got unwieldy and long, it spun out into multiple docs titled all sorts of things - mostly chapter numbers, but I do have one not as fun as it sounds doc called "Sex Playground." (ha!)

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. “Are you so naive as to think I cannot watch you whenever it pleases me, even if you cannot see me?”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I actually have SEVERAL scenes I scrapped...like pages and pages! Largely this is because I have a whole document titled "Voice," which served as a sandbox of sorts where I could play with every possible combination of POV, tone, and style before committing to the final version you see in the story now. There's even a scene in there told first-person Niall! (Bonkers.)

I also have a whole ACTUAL scene I'd love to include as an answer to this question because it was well-written, but I cut it because it made the plot unnecessarily complicated, was frankly too close to the original plot of Addie, and would have made my ending impossible. It is also--sadly--too big a spoiler to include here, so let me give you a few sentences from "Sex Playground" that will not be making the cut:

“Stay.” Baz pushes his hand into the center of Simon’s chest, pressing him back into the mattress. “I want to look at you.” Simon gives Baz a filthy smile. He can look all he wants.

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? I really want to write a canon divergence where Simon successfully but somewhat accidentally reveals Baz is a vampire fifth year, so Baz and the whole Pitch family have to flee from the Mage. I already have the "everybody finds out" scene written and the scene where the Mage realizes the Pitch family is gone, so I guess I have started it. But, I also have no idea where it's going or what it's about, so I haven't really accomplished anything. If anyone has ideas or wants to be a partner-in-crime on this, give me a little shout!

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Literally just this one. Again, I am retiring after this fic! (Or at least taking a very well-deserved break.)

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? Absolutely 100% it is writing the smut. Having never written any on-page sex means I'm figuring it out as I go. Lots of frustrated growls from me (not nearly as frustrated from Simon).

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. I know many of you have already posted, but tagging anyway since you've commented/liked past WIPsdays and such, in case you're interested in the behind the scenes!

@valeffelees, @roomwithanopenfire, @noblecorgi, @cutestkilla, @iamamythologicalcreature, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @hushed-chorus, @rimeswithpurple, @aristocratic-otter, @larkral, @artsyunderstudy, @brilla-brilla-estrellita

#tag game #writers asks #the eternal life of baz pitch #carry on #i really wish i could share all the things but part of the joy of this story is the slow reveal #feel free to ask me again once it's all done!

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blocksruinedme · 9 months

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My big fat 4th wall breaking grian podfic is up! Here's samples to listen to!

My podfic is part of the MCYTBLR AU Fest Summer 2023 collection on ao3, thanks to the wonderful mods at @mcytblraufest!

My podfic has been up for a week, in fact, and it's not really gotten attention, so I'm going to shill for it!

The fic is about Grian, on hermitcraft, trying to figure out why TCG is so weirdly popular. At least it starts that way....

It's meta in a way I really enjoy! Inspired by WTNV!

The podfic is 46 minutes! (You can can just try a bit and stop, just like with regular fic!)

Me and three friends to do voices, every non-POV character has a voice that is not mine!

I did voice changing thingies on some of them!

I spent maybe 30 hours on this! At least 20! I worked very hard on background noise reduction and working together different takes and different readers. It's the best I've done technically on a podfic and I'm just proud of that.

Everything in this story is very intentional and comes together really well, seriously anything you might doubt, it all comes together.

I'm going to be real, I know podfic isn't big in mcyt (it's so good! i've been listening since at least 2010! podfic is so good!), but as I said I've gotten basically nothing on this one. So here come the pitches, in the form of clips! I genuinely think it's good, and I am honest in my opinions of my own work!

This clip is the literal beginning, the prologue and the start of scene 1. It has all 4 readers and my simple little special effects I'm so proud of. (I looked at a LOT of options, I've never done something like this before.)

If you want to check and see if the mild body horror bit (body transformation, no violence) it's too much for you before getting invested in the story, here's some of it! It's some spoilers, but I cut it before it got to big spoilers. I don't generally like body horror and I was fine here!

And my final one... well if the first two tracks got you interested, go listen! If you aren't going to listen, but want to listen to me reading something familiar, check this out

You can check out all my other podfic here.

#grian #grian fanfic #grian podfic #podfic #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanfic #myctblr au fest #myctblr #myct podfic #me #my works #my podfic

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gilly-moon · 9 months

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For the ask prompt:

Introducing them to their special interests/hyperfixations

And/or

Pure genuine laughter, because these two would go really well hand in hand I think!

~harley

I only now realized that I don't think I've ever done little one-off drabbles like this before, so it was harder than expected to keep it short! Super fun exercise in little character moments tho ♡

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Jack’s first mistake was mentioning he had only seen a handful of horror movies.

His second was letting Pitch sit him down for a marathon of his favorites.

They’d gone through the trouble of tracking down a local rec center, ensuring it was empty for the night before dragging out the old box TV on its cart and getting comfy on a couch that could’ve been older than the building itself. Pitch brought the movies, and Jack reluctantly brought himself.

He wasn’t a scaredy-cat, or so he’d insisted to Pitch. The few horror movies he’d seen might’ve caught him off guard with a jump scare or two, but he’d never left them scared.

Turns out he’d just been watching the wrong ones.

Really, he should’ve expected it. Why would he ever think that asking the King of Nightmares to show him some horror movies would be a breeze? A little gore, a little suspense, no big deal, right? Instead, he’d found himself halfway into a psychological hellscape of a movie and realized exactly what he’d gotten himself into.

When the credits rolled on the first film, Jack turned to Pitch with wide eyes and asked him flat-out if he’d been doused with Nightmare sand and if - pretty please - he could wake up now. Pitch just grinned evilly and stood up to put the next movie in. But then Jack made some throwaway comment about horror movies being gratuitous fear-fests, and something shifted in Pitch’s expression. Remote still in hand, he stood with his arms crossed and sternly said, “Now listen here, Frost,” before launching into a lecture about the complex and difficult art of instilling fear in an audience.

And the more Pitch talked, the more of Jack’s fear slipped away. So even after Pitch sank back onto the couch to start the movie and fear filled the air again, Jack scooted a little closer and found every opportunity to poke him with questions.

Without fail, Pitch always had an answer. He talked at length about when and where it was most effective to use violence or gore, how best to use a character’s fears against them, or the intent of a scene in creating psychological unease in both the protagonist and the audience. By the time the third film was playing, he began pointing things out unprompted, and had entirely forgotten that his initial intent was seemingly to watch Jack drown in his own fears.

Jack was utterly captivated. He’d never seen Pitch speak so passionately about anything, aside from the occasional rant about the Guardians and Manny. A scene that might’ve had Jack tucking into his sweatshirt and staying there til morning shifted from frightening to fascinating as Pitch broke down piece-by-piece how the film had foreshadowed everything without ever allowing the audience to suspect the horror to come.

Metallic eyes locked on the screen, Pitch didn’t seem to notice that Jack had been watching him instead of the movie by the time the last film was coming to an end. He was too busy rambling about the plot, rising from the couch to retrieve the disc.

“Humans are surprisingly adept at supplying inspiration for their own worst nightmares,” Pitch said, turning just so to make his irises gleam from the blue TV screen. “Though I prefer to think their inspirations are a product of my own meddling while they sleep. Don’t you?”

Jack blinked, considering the films they’d just watched and trying to imagine all their horrors coming directly from Pitch himself. It was a far easier task than he should’ve been comfortable with.

“I almost forgot for a sec there,” he said with a faint laugh, “you’re like…insane, insane. Like, cult leaders and torturers would be begging you for ideas if they could.”

Pitch raised an eyebrow, looking over Jack curiously from where he stood. “And yet you still choose to spend time with me.”

Jack shrugged, crossing his legs underneath him. “Look, I’m the fun Guardian, not the smart Guardian.”

And the laugh that escaped Pitch then made Jack light up like the moon. It was brief, but it was real. Jack could sense it, that pure sound that welled up in the tall shadow of a man and escaped him before it could be stopped. Jack reveled in it, and how rarely he heard that laugh unless it was darkened by cynicism or mischievous intent.

“Well, I appreciate you indulging me,” Pitch said after clearing his throat. He strode back to the couch, looming over Jack as the first beams of dawn began breaking through the curtain. “Though I must admit, I was hoping to taste more of your fears tonight. Shall I leave you with a Nightmare instead to remember me by?”

Jack shot to his knees, startling Pitch just enough for Jack to grip the front of his robe and successfully tug him down into a quick kiss.

“Not a chance in hell, Boogeyman,” he murmured against those scalding lips.

Before Pitch could recover, the winds where whisking Jack out the door, escaping from the shadows with a laugh.

#blackice #my writing

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bingebuddie · 3 months

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My Writing Journey January 2024

Some status updates on my projects...

Sideways

The next arc on Sideways is coming along well. I have three chapters complete and ready to post. But I want to have some more ready before I start posting. Aiming for the end of January for launch. I don't want to have this arc stretching out like the last two did. Check it out if you want to catch up before the next arc starts!

I might post a teaser... there is a lot coming in this next arc... including the face-off with the LAFD, lots of world-building, and Buck, Eddie, Bobby, Athena, Wes, and Cole taking their planned vacation. Traveling to New York, getting a view into Wes and Cole's origin, and then the long-fated cruise...

I have done some refining on the outlines for the two following arcs.

This fic his 300k words in 2023... it's looking to beat that in 2024...

Nevermore

I had some artwork commissioned for this, and I cannot wait to share it.

I've posted five new chapters on this one in the last few weeks. I have trimmed some of the outline as I felt it was too long and was dragging the story out.

Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun wrapping this up. I have future plans for this world.

Buddie WIPS:

Run: Small one shot. This one will be up in the next week or so.

Search and Rescue - Buck and Eddie qualify to be part of a new SAR task force. While they work together better than anyone else, they have never been further apart personally.

Relationship Goals - In an effort to rebuild their friendship, after their new relationships fail, Buck and Eddie join a local hockey team with some of Buck's old Seal friends. This is already 20ish pages and closest to being complete.

Stolen - A stolen kiss changes everything between Buck and Eddie. This Angst fest is somehow super soft.

The Ties That Bind - Buck breakdown fic.

All I Want for Christmas - Think Scrooged and It's a wonderful life but BUDDIE... I wanted to have this done for the holidays... maybe for next year...

Still working away on my original novel.

#buck x eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #911 on fox #911 on abc #buck and eddie #buckley diaz family #evan buckely diaz #911 abc #a03 fanfic #a03 writer #a03 fic #read on a03 #fanfics #fic writing #ao3 writer #ao3 author

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