#lowercase fic

[deviouz]

. . . mean!ascended astarion headcanons !!

Something about Astarion’s ascension had changed him, mind, body, and soul. His very chemistry had been altered, everything that had made him him, was rewritten. He had always said that it was for the best, that he was better in every way imaginable after gaining such heightened powers, but that day was troubling for you. Astarion, your Astarion, had died. Nothing perturbed him more than seeing that far off, longing expression etched into your features whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. Gods know he’ll make you regret it later.

“And just what was going on in that pretty little head of yours earlier, my sweet consort? You couldn’t possibly have been thinking about him, could you? No, that simply won’t do. Perhaps all could be forgiven if you get down to your knees and grovel before me. I’m feeling rather nice today, as it is, so beg and I might be tempted to show you a sliver of mercy.”

Astarion is no stranger to any kind of public displays, but he seems to be much keener on doing so in front of his inferiors. To look upon a crowd of people who are no doubt petrified of their ascended vampire lord alone is invigorating, but to be able to do so with you mindlessly rutting away on his thigh makes him feel much more powerful. To have the savior of Baldur’s Gate rendered down to a pleasure-driven pet, and all his for taking, is just one of the many ways he rules with an iron fist. He’ll have one hand on your hip, guiding you along the fine fabric of his pants, and the other propping his head up as he looks amongst the crowd with a smirk. It was completely and utterly humiliating the first few times he had called for your presence and demanded you to undress completely in front of so many people, but he had long since bullied those thoughts out of your head.

“Yes, that’s it. Come on, darling, you can moan louder than that. I would certainly know. Let them see how well I treat the savior of Baldur’s Gate.”

Your lover could be cruel at times, but nothing ever felt crueler than when he would relentlessly pound into your aching heat with such fervor you were sure you’d be unable to walk come the early hours of the morning. He simply adored pinning your hands above your head, his hips rutting in such a way that it made your eyes roll back and clamp shut. The pleasure was almost always too much yet never enough. It didn’t matter how prettily you begged for astarion, for your lord. He was cruel in these moments. With a grip to your jaw, he’d squeeze your cheeks together and demand you to gaze into his crimson eyes. Astarion relished in witnessing the glassy fog that overtook your irises each and every time you came around his cock, body perfectly bowed and cries loud enough to reverberate in the room, perhaps the entire castle. He was the only one ever capable enough to draw such intense pleasure from your body. He’d kill anyone who ever even thought of you in such a way.

“Ah, ah, ah. look at me, won’t you? Let me see lust-laden those eyes when I grant you such ecstasy. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Oh, how Astarion loved to hear those pathetic little pleas and blubbering begs escape past kiss-swollen lips. Your teary eyes read nothing but desperation, and that much was evident by the way your hips twitched and gyrated each time his touch would disappear. Of course, you had Astarion practically wrapped around your finger. All it took was a few slow, desperate blinks and a couple of soft pleas to have your way, but that was long before he had ascended. Now, Astarion would have you beg, long and loud, until your voice went hoarse and lungs felt as if they were going to give out. He would do this all the while smiling so sweetly down at you, a type of sickly sweet that made goosebumps dot across your skin and all the hairs on your body stand up.

“Come on, darling, don’t be so coy. This coquettish nature is long since necessary. Let me hear those pretty pleas and I will grant you such immense pleasure.”

Astarion’s ascension had brought something new from the depths of what was left of his depraved soul. He relished in your tears. The sheer vulnerability carved into such perfect, delicate features, and all by his doing? Oh, he simply adored it. Nothing is sweeter than seeing you write and sob in his arms, teetering on the edge of your umpteenth orgasm of the night, yet he wasn’t even halfway done with you. You’re a shuddering, sweating, and sobbing mess of numb limbs and can’t help but spew out a cacophony of desperate begs for his relent, but it is never really that easy. Not with Astarion, anyhow. On the other hand, he could be just as equally cruel and spend the entire day bringing you to the blissful edge of what was sure to be a mind-shattering orgasm, over and over and over again, just to practically laugh in your face and deny it. You can pout and grovel all you’d like, but your pleasure is his and his alone. Astarion is the only one who gets to decide when and where you are allowed the pleasure, and sometimes displeasure, of an orgasm, and it’s something he instills in your mind every now and again.

“Really now, pet, did you really think that I was finished with you? Oh, you poor thing — you are quite mistaken. The night has only just begun, after all, and I haven’t had my fill yet, so you will sit there, nice and pretty, and take what I give you with every ounce of gratitude that delectable body of yours can muster.”

#trying something new #(we don’t talk about how all of my other fics are in lowercase. sue me.) #anyways !! #can u tell that astarion is my favorite bc he has the longest hc list so far <3 #normally i prefer not ascended astarion but. #come on #he’s so fucking hot #i can fix him. maybe. #. . . astarion 💭 #bg3 #. . . my fics 💌 #bg3 smut #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion smut #astarion x tav smut #astarion x reader smut #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin #astarion ancunin smut

[talesoflore]

Jason Todd would text with perfect grammar and capitalization.

#saw a fic that did this for him and it was amazing so i'm currently assimilating that into my belief system #that little jane austen fan? with lowercase letters? feels borderline scandalous #source: i'm a jane austen fan #(tumblr tags kill that though) #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfam

[reverera]

if you asked katsuki what dating izuku is like, he’d probably dodge the question. make a quip or two, something unsatisfying and just the right amount of gross, like “sometimes he’ll wear the same pair of underwear two days in a row.” it usually does the job of getting people to leave him alone.

now, if you’re the persistent kind, and you play your cards juuust right, you might be lucky enough to catch him off his guard. you might see him fluster and fumble a little. you might get him to begrudgingly admit that izuku is “not that bad, maybe even cool, don’t tell him i fucking said that, i’ll kill you.”

you might get luckier still, and watch his demeanour shift like the skin of a chameleon changes colour. a katsuki with his shackles down, the one that thinks about izuku as though he were the greatest puzzle katsuki has ever seen. a life-long conundrum that both stupefies and astounds him. like he’s a stunning matrix of flesh and bone with warm hands and the kind of contagious laugh that makes you smile even when you’re trying not to.

if luck should have it one last time, he might speak on your way out the door, so softly you wonder whether it was meant for your ears at all.

he might say, “like i can finally breathe.” he might say, “like something id been waiting for finally fell into place.”

if you asked izuku what dating katsuki is like, he’d probably eagerly launch himself full throttle at the opportunity to wax lyrical about his amazing, wonderful, beautiful, superbly talented, incredibly strong, insanely smart, perfect, kind, sweet, stunning, awesome, best-in-the-world boyfriend. he probably has it in him to go on all night if nobody stops him. though no particular phrase would stick at first, around the half-hour mark one thing would become abundantly clear: izuku believes with every fibre of his being that katsuki is the best thing since sliced bread.

though, even with how forthcoming and passionate izuku would seem with his words and expressions, if you’re the perceptive kind, you might notice things about him that few others would. you might notice how his hand will come up to his chest sometimes, on the side of his heart, rubbing the area as though it hurts. you might notice how his voice imperceptibly shakes when something he says becomes too personal, too real.

you might notice, during a lull in conversation, how he gazes into nothing.

then maybe he’ll heave a sigh, a heavy one, weary and relieved both. and he’ll smile, a sweet and understated thing, a little sheepishly lopsided but no less sincere for it.

and maybe he’ll say something like, “being with him is like breathing.” maybe, “i can’t imagine a world without him.”

#bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #WHATS THIS?? ERA FIC? IN MY 2023? #ITvS MORE LIKELYW THAN U THINK!! #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #wonder duo #@ #my*writing #the comment button: heyyyyy #sorry for the all lowercase i was feeling a little silly #a little goofy a little whimsical

[velvetwyrme]

So I saw the instrument ask and I hope this is cool to drop this question I’ve been puzzling over. If not just ignore this. I don’t have anyone else to theorize with.

I read a fic where all the au! Skeletons end up in the og world on the surface (classic scenario.) They use nicknames for each other but they have to register “legal” names with the government (for jobs and licenses etc.) Sans and Papyrus are already taken so they use other font names as for it. Ever since I’ve read it I can’t decide what names each would go by and I want your opinion.

There are only two I’ve decided on:

Swapfell Sans - Garamond

Underfell Papyrus - Roman (from times new Roman obvs)

But I’m going crazy trying to decide on any others and I seek your counsel.

I have a list of possible fonts but I don’t want to drop it on you because this ask is already kinda long but if you do want it I’ll send it. Sorry again for the text dump.

IT'S ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT <333 I'd love to see if I can help out any :o!! (*grabby hands* GIMME LIST. I LOVE LISTS.)

What are your criteria and thoughts for picking fonts👀? Is it just Vibes or are there any specific reasons for the ones you've chosen so far :?

I really like Roman for UF!Papyrus... sharp, tight and snappy- full of straight lines and points... free of frills and loops but still stylish in it's own right! Also somewhat disliked in certain spaces PLUS it has the inherent correlation between the Romans [empire] and UF!Papyrus' role in the royal guard !

Tangentially related, I found an article by the NY Times (coincidence? I think not!! /lh /j) that's just all about Garamond (the font), and it's especially fun to read with the context of Swapfell!Sans

"And where some see elegance, others perceive fussiness. There’s a stereotype associated with the sort of person who loves Garamond: The Garamond Guy, if you will, is irritatingly uptight, so certain of his own profundity that his words must be conveyed with the weight of a 500-year-old French typeface."

Source

#i feel like ive probably read that same fic... #esp. if SF!Sans' brother was called Palatino lol #sorry i havent given any help yet im reclining on a fancy fainting couch and batting my eyelids at u because i love getting asks- #-except instead of looking cool and or sexy i just look a bit like a limp noodle draped over the cushions. what was i saying #i also went thru a crisis abt what legal names to give the skeletons a while back lol #i didnt go anywhere with it because it is relevant for 1 (one) scene and thats it so i just named sf!sans Sans Serif #purely because i think he was the first to get the paperwork done and classic sans' legal name is either- #- 'comic sans' or 'sans' (all lowercase) #velwy.txt #inbox #anon #do i need to make a tag for these lol #mindmortar

[onebizarrekai]

I am always so utterly nervous about posting fics. I'm like what if it's not done (it ain't getting any done-r)

#random stuff #my brain: what if it doesn't perfectly convey the exact emotions that I had while conceptualizing it!! #puts head in hands #logically I know that's the point. it will never read to anyone the same way it does to me #and all that really matters is that it works #but what if… #also I do this thing now where I write fics in lowercase and fix them later #but sometimes I miss letters #I don't see any right now #but it's always after you post something that you notice like 7 mistakes

[therizino-ao3]

2023 Halloween Gift Exchange

My gift for @greenscreen-dress for @mcyt-halloween !

Summary: xB is invited back to his home server for a ceremony. Joe and Cleo come along to make things more bearable.

“Ohh, son of a…”

“What is it, man?” says Cub, sliding over to xB to see what he’s reading on his communicator.

“It’s just a family thing, kind of annoying though,” he scrolls through the message, taking in the details. Cub glances at it, but looks away as soon as he realises this isn’t something he’ll understand.

“What sort of family thing?” Gem asks, from across the Decked Out hallway, where she and Cleo are doing… something. xB doesn’t know what it is, but it involves wooden swords and their decks on the floor and an armour stand that he thinks is supposed to be Tango? They used a blue bath-towel instead of a robe.

“Guardian coming of age ritual, involving one of my cousins,” he sighs, flicking his tail back and forth, “The point is I’ll have to go back to my family’s server and meet everyone and it’s going to be a whole Thing.”

“I mean, xB, if you don’t want to do it, just don’t go? If you don’t like your biological family, you shouldn’t feel obligated to visit them,” Cleo says, messing with the Tango armour stand as they speak.

“I like some of my family. Not all of them are bad. But yeah it’s, mm,” he purses his lips together, thinking of what to say, “I do want to stay in contact, but as long as I do that, they’ll expect me to go to coming of age rituals. And it isn’t that bad on it’s own but some of them are just very… traditional. And judgemental. But, it isn’t the end of the world? It’s just… a Thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get that. The Vex sometimes can sometimes be, uh, very overbearing,” Cub says, from his spot, crammed into an indent in the wall.

 “Hm, yeah,” Cleo pauses, either pondering what she should say or whether she should stab the Tango armour stand, “Maybe, if you want, one of us could come with you? Just to make the whole thing more bearable. I wouldn’t mind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guardian city in-person before.”

“Yeah, that actually sounds like a good idea,” Cleo’s presence is calming - in a no-nonsense, sarcastic way. The only time he’s ever brought someone with him to his home server was Keralis, ages ago on a holiday, which looking back on, was a horrible decision. Cleo, however, he thinks is far more mature than Keralis, and will only steal people’s possessions if necessary, “I mean, will you be free this Saturday afternoon?”

She smiles.

World hopping has developed a lot over the past century, which is nice. xB remembers when a trip across a galaxy would take a few weeks, but now, it’s only a few hours. It’s incredibly convenient since, in true hermit fashion, they always choose very distant planets for their worlds. His ship’s on autopilot and the estimated arrival time is two hours, fifteen minutes. He can chill. He watches the little map on the GUI, the ship zooming past various named star systems. His passengers, behind him, are also chilling. Passengers, plural, because Cleo wanted to drag Joe along too. Which, wasn’t the plan, but xB couldn’t say he was too surprised when Cleo and Joe both showed up to his ship. Like, you can’t get one without the other. They’re sold as a pair. He hears them arguing, something about the difference between a gravestone and a cenotaph. Cleo says they’ll break Joe’s legs. Joe starts talking faster, pleading for his life.

At the very least, xB’s home world is beautiful. As they approach it at last, it turns from a perfect blue circle to a painter’s dream – miles and miles of beaches and sea. There’s no considerable landmass on it greater than a few square miles, and all that’s on those are ship docks and tourism centres, everything else is in the water. He parks, opens the doors, and breathes in the salty sea air. It burns his nose, but in a refreshing and nostalgic way.

“We’re here! In case you haven’t noticed,” he says, but he knows they have, especially since Joe has spent the last twenty minutes trying to take pictures of the planet through the tiny windows.

“Oh wow,” Cleo steps out, “I will say, in terms of places to visit, this certainly isn’t the worst for looks.”

Joe steps out after, running out a bit further to take pictures of the sea. xB giggles, “Now the question is, will your opinion change when you meet the family.”

“Oh gods yeah, that’s gonna be, uh,” she laughs and shakes her head, “Well, we’ll be here for you, xB. And on that note, what is our story going to be?”

“Our story?”

“Yeah, like, why we’re here with you. Are we just saying we’re friends coming along because we wanted to visit?” Cleo pauses, before gasping, “Oh! I could pretend to be your annoying girlfriend! That would be fun.”

“Hey now, if you’re xB’s partner, what would that make me?”

“Oh Joe, you can be with xB too. I’m sure we can share him,” she ruffles Joe’s hair, “I mean, if you’re alright with that, xB.”

“No, no, that’s fine,” he’s laughing, “That does sound interesting.”

Whilst Cleo and Joe are arguing about the details of their very real relationship with xB, he is busy sorting out actually important things, like how Cleo and Joe are going to get to the monument. Every urban area has conduit-powered water, but for such a deep and lengthy swim, they’re still going to need equipment. He’s packed hour-lasting water breathing and resistance potions, to reduce any issues with suffocation and pressure; specialist helmets with goggles for seeing in dark environments, enchanted with aqua-infinity, and with built-in translation software so they can both understand and speak water-tongue; and flip-flops enchanted with depth strider for easy movement. It takes a further ten minutes for xB to get them to properly equip the stuff and acclimatise to breathing in the water. Then, they’re ready to go.

xB leads them down, following the currents to the monument. It’s mainly a smell thing, because the monument is the most populated thing in this area of the ocean, and you can definitely tell, but he also knows the way off by heart.

“Alright, just checking you can hear me alright?” he asks in water-tongue – a deep, chittering language that works solely for water – now they’re a decent bit down it’s worth checking Joe and Cleo actually know what’s going on.

Cleo gives a thumbs up, whilst Joe responds, “Loud and clear!” through the robotic voice from the helmet. It sounds a little crunchy. xB wonders if that’s it struggling to translate Joe’s accent.

They keep swimming down, until the monument leers in front of them. It’s far more impressive than the ones inhabited by regular guardians, with this one being twice the size with twice the colours and covered in flickering neon lights. He feels Joe and Cleo stop, presumably looking on in wonder. He supposes it’s pretty impressive if it’s your first time seeing one, but given he’s spent too many years living there, and has seen some five times more impressive in bigger cities, it’s just a regular building to him. They start swimming again, xB careful to keep the three of them in the “incoming” current. Small settlements and businesses rest on the seafloor below them, branching out around the monument, but most people will be living inside it.

They take the top entrance, xB telling the guards they’re here for tessC Crafted’s ceremony and the three of them are let in without trouble.

“The guards are more for display, than anything,” he says to Joe and Cleo once they’re inside the monument and alone in the winding corridors, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen them refuse anyone in, they just deter criminals by being there.”

“Right,” Cleo says, glancing around, “Good to know! I’ll just be staying right by you, so I don’t get lost, because this place is an absolute maze.”

“Yeah, I mean, yeah,” he laughs, “There’s no structure, you just learn where everything is by living here.”

“So where are we going now?” Joe asks.

“The main hall, it’s got like, a big platform in the centre and a bunch of seats,” he takes a sudden left turn, making Joe and Cleo quickly swerve after him, “You just kind of wander around and talk to people, and then everyone sits down, and the ceremony begins.”

“So, it’s like a wedding?” Cleo says, slight uncertainty in her voice.

“Um, I guess?” xB says, about to elaborate further, before the hallway opens up into a massive chamber. Several rows of flat seats wrap in a horseshoe shape around a long walkway, raised several metres above the seats nearest, leading into the back of the wall where there’s a door for the ceremony participants to emerge.

The noise is the most prominent thing, chittering bouncing off the walls and coming back in an incoherent blabble. He imagines Joe and Cleo won’t even be hearing this, it’s so indecipherable the software won’t bother to translate it. It’s no surprise it’s so loud, with hundreds of people in here. Technically, its only mandatory that the family of the person involved come, but everyone living nearby tends to, both as an act of community support and because free food is served throughout. Since xB is family, they’ll be right at the front on the bottom seats. He leads his friends down there, picking out a free-ish spot for them. With less people being at the bottom of the hall, it’s easier to hear things.

“Why, xB, you came,” a voice booms from behind him, belonging to none other than his biological mother. Great.

“Uh, hello. Joe, Cleo, this is my mother, beK Crafted,” he grabs his friends’ arms, making sure they’re here for this conversation, “And, mother,” he pauses for a second, wondering if he really wants to go this route, before remembering he has no fucks to give, “This is my girlfriend Cleo, and her partner Joe.”

“Oh, don’t be so humble, my Angel Pie xB! Joe is your boyfriend too!” for good measure, she even ruffles his hair as they say it, and it takes everything he has in him to not burst out laughing. She turns to his mother, holding out her hand, “Hi! I’m Cleo! I’ve heard so much about you!”

“Right,” his mother tentatively shakes Cleo’s hand, looking down on it like she might catch a disease. This is going far better than xB ever imagined.

“I – on the other hand – have heard nothing about you! xB has never mentioned you to me! This is a wonderful night to meet!” Joe says, grabbing his mother’s other hand to shake at the same time. He’s doing it far too fast, jerking her arm up and down.

His mother wrinkles her nose and steps back, flicking the hands off her, “Right. It’s good that you’re here and that you’ve-” she does nothing to hide the disappointment in her tone, “Brought some other people around. Make sure to introduce yourself to everybody, I’m sure your uncle rK would love to see you.”

His mother quickly swims away, to nearly the other side of the hall.

Cleo turns to him, “Was that a success?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. Usually she goes on super long rants to me, or brings up about when I’ll be having grandkids, so it’s nice to have skipped all that.”

“Oh geez, are you sure you want to come to these things?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I don’t take any of it to heart, it’s just annoying,” they both nod, but still look rather unconvinced.

They continue talking to xB’s other family members, in a way that has made this kind of thing far more enjoyable than it has been in a long time, with everyone reacting to Cleo’s ridiculous pet names with either obvious distress or approval, some even finding her charming, somehow. It’s nice to be able to catch up with his more reasonable family members, and anyone annoying Joe scares off with his passionate talks of eighteenth-century poetry. They have a good time.

The lights begin to dim and xB ushers Joe and Cleo to sit. Whilst the rest of the chamber grows dark, the walkway lights up and the door slides open. Stumbling and shambling, xB’s cousin emerges and makes the harrowing walk to the end of the platform. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was sick: desaturated skin, tattered fins, and dead eyes. It’s obvious she’s just about to undergo metamorphosis though, with her juvenile external fins fluttering in the water.

She collapses as soon as she reaches the spot, body completely relaxing until she looks like a ragdoll. Some soft tearing sounds echo through the water.

“What’s going on?” Cleo whispers to him.

“She’s about to grow into her new body,” he says,” Just… watch.”

Cleo turns back to tessC, transfixed. At her back, a new, pale growth emerges from the ripped skin. It grows and grows, until it becomes evident it is, in fact, her back, and her arms and legs come with it too. She’s covered in spines and the tail that forces itself out of the body is far longer than it once was. Eventually, her head frees itself too, and there are no signs of the external fins anymore. She pushes herself onto her feet and makes a noise, somewhat like a growl, triumphant over her old body. Her limbs still look so wobbly and crooked and her tail hasn’t quite filled itself out yet, it’ll take a few hours for her new self to settle into shape.

“Oh wow,” Joe murmurs, “I didn’t know guardians did that.”

“Yeah, metamorphosis into adult form,” xB says, looking around for the elders, “I remember mine. It really hurt. They’ll just need to choose the sacrifice and then we should be done.”

“Hold on, sacrifice?” Cleo whips her head around.

“Yeah? After someone sheds their skin, another person is chosen for them to test their claws on. Like, they don’t die, most of the time, but it is pretty brutal.”

“That, feels like something you should have mentioned before coming here? Some guy just gets ripped to shreds every time this happens?”

“I- Oh yeah. It completely slipped my mind. Um, if it makes you feel better, you won’t get picked? They won’t have your name down, it’ll just be me. And in all my years, I’ve never been picked, it’s really unlikely.”

The elders, on a balcony looking over everything, read out from a piece of paper, “This year’s sacrifice shall be… xB Crafted!”

Joe hums, “Wow, way to jinx things!”

Cleo grabs his arm, “Yeah, no way am I letting you get hurt because of these idiots, come on!” she tugs him upward, kicking as much as she can.

xB doesn’t falter, the survivalist in him knowing he has to escape now if he wants a chance. He snatches Joe’s hand and starts swimming, thrashing his tail as hard as he can. He can feel the water ripple around him, others trying to catch up to them and catch them, you weren’t really supposed to try and escape, and all. He couldn’t bring his usual guns, being under the water and all, but he does have a rather nice harpoon gun, however, he doesn’t really want to attack his family members and former friends unless he has to. Cleo, on the other hand, managed to smuggle in her sword and doesn’t hold back swinging at people in her way. They escape the great hall, diving into the corridors, and xB takes special care to not let go of Joe or Cleo as he takes twisting routes to cover their tail. They zoom out a small, unguarded exit xB discovered himself many years ago, near the bottom of the monument. He doesn’t dare slow their pace, charging through the water, practically carrying a panting Joe and Cleo, until they reach the island they landed on.

“We’re out,” he says, flopping onto the surface, “Don’t bother to take your stuff off now, just hop in and I’ll take off. They’ll give up pursuit once we leave the surface.”

They both nod in response and xB hops inside, fiddling with the controls and inputting the co-ordinates of their Season 8 planet. Thankfully, they take off with no issues.

“xB,” Joe says as soon as he’s got his helmet off, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… fine.”

“Really?” Joe tries to raise an eyebrow, but he can’t, so he just makes a weird face.

“Yeah, well, a little sad,” he admits, “I definitely won’t be able to return now. I mean, I know it’s probably for the best? But, like, there’s still that feeling that I’ve lost something, y’know?”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Joe isn’t following the correct safety protocols for space travel, instead opting to stand behind xB and rest his hand on his shoulder.

“Just remember that we’ll always be here for you, alright?” Cleo says and the thought does cheer him up, because they’re right. He’ll give himself a little time to grieve, but really, there isn’t anything those stuck-up guardian folk could’ve given him that his friends can’t. He probably had more fun today, because of Joe and Cleo, than he has had in every other family gathering combined. He hears Joe recount some lines from a classic and Cleo groans, and, well, maybe it isn’t beautiful blue planet with gorgeous underwater cities, but it still makes him pretty happy.

#happy halloween! #I went very heavy on the worldbuilding on this one. but I figured you'd like that? #whilst I like the creativity of it personally I don't tend to like settings where they're explicitly in a video game #so its a bit sci-fi (Ren's hermethius planet travelling lore) and a bit fantasy (potions and enchantments and hybrids) #I also put a decent bit of thought into the guardian hybrid naming constructs! #you have the prefix (given name. lowercase) and the suffix (“dominant”/older parent's first initial. uppercase) of the first name #and the last name is the “family name”. Families being decently large groups of all vaguely related people #prefixes tend to range between 1-4 letters #more thoughts would be here but I am TIRED #uh. can I post this to ao3? If you're okay with that ofc! if you have an account there let me know I'll do it as a gift #therizino writes #mcyt halloween #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft #xbcrafted #zombie cleo #joe hills

[jaclynhyde]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Emperor/Tav (Baldur's Gate) Characters: The Emperor (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: recursive fic, Baldur's Gate 3 Spoilers, past Ansur/Balduran, Dream Guardian but Stupider Summary:

This was, the Emperor was beginning to suspect, not one of his better ideas.

(Fic of SnowKiter's Ghost Lights Down the Chionthar)

I liked @ghostcouncil’s Emperor/Tav fic so much I wrote fic of it! It is inhabiting my brain!

#bg3 emperor #emperor bg3 #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav x emperor #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #the first time i used a lowercase-and-parentheses-lyrics title and it's for tmbg... #my writing #the emperor #my tav

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OFMD fic recs (2022)

I've been thinking about compiling a fic recs list for a while but I have this slight problem where I never bookmark anything, I just assume I'll remember the titles of things I like and mostly I don't, because my memory is bad. It's not a great system tbh. 

So, here's a very incomplete list of Flag fics I enjoyed in 2022. Everything is Ed/Stede save where I’ve stated otherwise.  

baby, would you find that so odd? by @eluciferate (T): I think about the last paragraph of this fic often, it's beautiful. 

but that's none of my business by @chaotic-neutral-knitter (T): I wish I'd had this idea, it's so simple but so funny and well executed. 

teeth marks by morian (M): my weakness is Ed POV angst fics and this may be my favourite. It's a reunion fic with a great premise, packs a massive emotional punch and their eventual forgiveness of one another feels earned. I really enjoy how Stede is written in this.  

all you left me was a pearl by JustStandingHere (M): there's dialogue and ideas in this fic which I am confident will be better than those that actually make it into season two - sorry Mr Jenkins. The best reunion fic I've read, really in keeping with the show, which I appreciate.

late night talking (Stede/Lucius) / played it so nonchalant (Stede/Lucius/Ed) by ephemeralgrime (both E): possibly my absolute favourite fic(s) in the fandom. So funny, well written and convincing. Stede apologising for how strong he is during sex by explaining that he got into cycling after his divorce… unparalleled characterisation. 

love me by the hour by getmean (E): love the rich, sensual writing style and how the pair of them are absolutely obsessed with one another. 

Transformative Work by @mia-ugly, @pinehutch (E) (variations on Olu/Frenchie/Jim): I don’t understand how anyone can write anything this clever, to be honest. It feels like a well earned victory lap of a fic. The most interesting Frenchie characterisation I’ve come across. 

caught in a waking dream by whatkindofman (E): I love this look at how class issues have shaped Ed. I am always coming back to the heart wrenching part where Stede asks what fantasies of romance Ed had when he was young and Ed thinks about how he and his mother would lie in bed at night, waiting for “her husband” to return. 

Wayfaring by JustKeepTrekking (E): one of the first longer Flag fics I read and really enjoyed. Who doesn’t love a well written desert island fic?  

Haunt You Down by @yeats-infection (E): I normally need a happy ending to my Flag fics but I make an exception for fics this good. Brilliant premise, OCs you care about, great humour mixed with devastating angst. This should have ten times the reads.

we were the same by @focusfixated (E) (Ed/Jack, Ed/Izzy, Ed/Stede): another in the handful of devastating fics I've really enjoyed. The Ed/Jack chapter is absolutely my favourite flavour for that pairing. The Ed/Stede is especially affecting, with a unique take on their reunion.

damage ensued and tabloid news by @eluciferate (E) (Mary/Ed): Mary and Ed have hot sex where they play around with gender while waiting for that Steve guy to show up or whatever. Brilliant, ten more of these please. 

to his bones by wrizard (E): it's between me and god, how many times I've read this. Heed the tags, this won't be for everyone. 

#what I'm taking from this is if you give your fic a lowercase title it's one of those box propped up with a stick style traps for me #Ofmd #Our flag means death

[leojfitz]

six sentence sunday

yes, it's still saturday. but it's sunday in a couple of hours anyway (and it's sunday already in oceania and asia, right?), and i got a busy day tomorrow so I won't be able to post so i'm doing it now.

this is from a fic that i started ages ago, it's my baby and i love it sm and one day i will be able to brave through these 30k words and finally finish it.

Henry can't sleep, scenes from a few years earlier playing in his head like a movie, like they belong to someone else's life: the first time he held Alex's hand in a dark movie theatre, his heart racing so fast he thought he would've never been able to survive more intimate physical touches and the months that followed with Pez making fun of him because he said “it feels like a Jane Austen novel unfolding before my very own eyes. What's with all these fingers touching hand holding. How do you spend a whole evening bloody cuddling on the couch and never kissing?” and when they finally did it was on a cold January day, months before his dad's diagnosis. Chapped lips meeting on the steps in front of Henry's house, freezing fingers combing through Alex's hair, the world stopping around them. He had been waiting for this for so long at that point that he reacted like an idiot, saying that he had to go and ran inside the house, slamming the door. Alex had texted not long after, didn't know I was such a terrible kisser. 

tagging @firenati0n @songliili @ssmtskw @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @gayrootvegetable @anincompletelist @user-anakin @affectionatelyrs @inexplicablymine @happiness-of-the-pursuit @matherines @littlemisskittentoes

#marta writes #six sentence sunday #rwrb #rwrb fanfic #i opened the doc after a while and there are #so many parts i wrote on my phone that have so many sentences starting in lowercase #why do i do that #fic: sad shit au #(yes i don't know about real titles for my fics until i publish them)

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

give me your hand by feraljk [completed]

ot7, polyam, supernatural creatures, found family, cute, lowercase fic

immortal namjoon lives alone for a long time until one by one people start to join him

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #archive of our own #ao3 #feraljk #ot7 #ot7 x ot7 #supernatural creatures #found family #cute #polyam #lowercase fic

[bright-and-burning]

for the title prompt …. ”you can text me when punching mattresses gets old”

(send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it)

i am currently (and always) thinking about @userkritaaay ‘s beloved all pain fic and chewing on those dynamics… so i feel like this is very much so a jack/pierre vibe? well it’s many things bc i also thought about this in a more playful way w logan/oscar, but also in an evil way w seb/mark.. anyways

perhaps post monaco? esteban gets that podium. pierre goes to complain to charles who is knee deep in his own misery (3rd in qualifying to 6th in his home race etc vs pierre fuming in 7th) (please don’t come for me i wasn’t there i have no idea how that race went down beyond what wiki has to say)

so pierre’s like ugh. and hits up jack (who he has drunkenly hooked up with like . twice this season before. as one does) who is meanwhile like . went from fastest lap saturday to dnf-ing sunday… and idk pierre corners him somewhere. maybe they’re out at a club w alpine people celebrating. and starts talking his ears off like ugh esteban this ugh esteban that. and jack is stewing in his own stuff rn obviously. jack gets up to order shots (very “if i have to listen to this shit i’m getting blindingly drunk”) pierre follows him Still Complaining. and very clearly does not actually have all that much concrete to complain about. just vibes.

anyways they do shots together etc etc. jack is quite a bit in and just snaps at pierre. very “are you gonna talk about anything else tonight? i’m not ur personal punching bag” something along those lines u kno the vibe. and then leaves! and pierre is left standing there lookin like a fool. pierre orders another drink. drains it. goes outside to clear his head. phone lights up as he’s leaning against the exterior wall next to some people smoking w a text: “you can text me when punching mattresses gets old”

and then the fic ends w the ambiguity of if pierre gets over himself enough to go hook up w jack or if he goes back in and sits in the back of this club w a big ol dark cloud over his head

#prompt game #ask #this was so fun to think abt like i had too many ideas skdjskdhskjd #fun fact: this is basically how all my fics start #w this like awful all lowercase stream of thought intermixed w occasional dialogue #that i then line by line turn into writing lol #mine.fic #<- not really but eh. for me to find later maybe

[theshadowrealmitself]

He’s from fucking Iowa why is he saying “bloody” in front of everything

#vagueing in lowercase #cause I know the opposite sometimes happens in reverse for British characters #but still it’s jarring and it keeps taking me out of the fic I’m reading #no fandom #I mean we all know what fandom it’s from let’s be real here #but I’m vagueing #cause I would never leads a comment like that on someone’s fic that would be so rude #so I gotta post it here

[pollenallergie]

ok ok ok so

the year is 1987, it’s your second semester of your freshman year at college, and you’re super fucking nervous about taking chem 101 because 1) you haven’t taken chem since you were like a tiny little bitty bopper in high school and 2) the last time you took chem, you totally sucked ass at it.

so on the first day you’re like praying to god that the professor will let you guys work in pairs and by some miracle, he does.

here comes the hard part:

who do you pair up with??

you lock eyes with the girl at the lab station next to yours. she’s a cute, tiny, strawberry blonde with a blue scrunchie in her hair that perfectly matches the blue of her eyes. it’s 7 o’clock in the morning, so, she’s fresh-faced with not a lick or makeup on. however, if you had to guess, you’d probably say when she does wear makeup she tends to stick to the pretty baby blues and pinks. she looks like every popular girl from your old high school, but somehow prettier, with kinder eyes and a warmer smile. you think there’s no way in hell she’s gonna pick you as her lab partner, so you quickly avert your eyes and resume your search of the laboratory for a potential partner.

however, your search is swiftly interrupted by the sound of a soft, sweet, timid voice call out your name. your eyes quickly flit back to the girl on your left only to find her looking at you expectantly, albeit a little shyly.

“that is your name, right? it’s, um, it’s written on your notebook,” she says, pointing to the lab notebook you’ve set out on your station.

“y-yeah,” you stutter back. you response earns you a sweet smile from her, she seems oddly reassured by how nervous you are.

“i’m chrissy,” the strawberry blonde introduces herself timidly, as she holds her dainty hand out for you to shake.

you accept her hand, shaking it quickly, nervously, before dropping it in favor of picking at your own cuticles. “nice to meet you,” you respond simply, though not unkindly, as you muster up a small smile to offer her.

“do you want to be my partner?” chrissy asks.

“me?” you reply dumbly, mentally berating yourself for being so awkward.

“yeah,” she responds with an easy chuckle. “i noticed you already have all your stuff set out,” chrissy clarifies as she gestures towards the goggles, lab notebook, calculator, and two number two pencils you have set out neatly at your station. she continues, “i like having a partner who’s as prepared as me; shows you’re going to take this course seriously.”

“yeah, y-yeah, definitely,” you stutter, “i, um, i’m majoring in biology so i kinda really need to pass this class.”

“really?” chrissy asks, perking up excitedly. “i’m a bio major too!” she explains giddily. “are you premed?” she asks.

“no, no. i wish had the brains for that, but, um, i actually prefer environmental sciences,” you reply. somehow the smile on her face only gets brighter.

“me too!” she all but cheers. “are you taking principles of biology this semester?”

“yeah, i’m on my second semester of it. i have professor hughes,” you reply.

“so do i! i’m in her 3 o’clock class!” chrissy says excitedly as she unthinkingly reaches forward gently grasp your arm, unable to contain her joy; you think she’s somewhat like a golden retriever in the regard, especially given her luscious strawberry blonde locks. she blushes when she notices how forward she’s been, murmuring out a quiet “sorry,” as she releases her featherlight hold on you.

as if to placate her, you smile at her brightly, her excitement serving as a balm for your nerves.

“unfortunately i have her at 10,” you remark, “wish i would’ve signed up for her afternoon class so we could’ve been partners there too.”

chrissy’s bright smile swiftly returns at your words, any lingering shame fading away as her excitement renews.

“well, if we can’t be lab partners there too, maybe we could get together and study sometime? i’ve heard the first couples weeks of this semester focus more on viruses and bacteria, and, well, microbiology really intimidates me,” she admits.

chrissy’s offer takes you by surprise; mere moments ago you would’ve guessed that someone like her would simply turn their nose up at you and now, here she is, asking you to be her study buddy in addition to being her lab partner. maybe all the clique-y high school shit really does get left behind when you graduate.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you agree.

you don’t miss the way she blushes slightly and bites her lip before bashfully responding, “great! m-maybe we could meet at the café here on campus this friday and get a head start on studying?”

“yeah, that sounds great. i have some free time in between bio and my 1 o’clock psych class if you want to meet up around that time,” you offer.

“sure, yeah! it’s a date!”

for the rest of the week leading up to your meeting on friday, you hyperfixate on those last three words as well as the way chrissy kept sneaking glances at you during the remainder of the lab. <3

#should i turn this into a full fic???? #also sorry for any typos this is really just a short lil concept so i didn’t proofread it or anything #hence the all lowercase letters #chrissy cunningham #chrissy cunningham au #chrissy cunningham fic #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham thoughts #chrissy cunningham x fem!reader #chrissy stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 4 #science girl!chrissy

[theficlistpodcast]

100k slowburn enemies to lovers (sha la la)

#new hozier album means new lowercase fic titles for writers #hozier #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fandom #fandom culture #the fic list #tiktok #another queue bites the dust

[theworldinclines]

Title: meet you in the middle Summary: There’s no way someone like Tinn would like Gun. Does he have to mention the whole ‘Tinn reads English language books just to edify his mind’ vs. ‘Gun makes paper airplanes out of homework handouts’? Read on Ao3

#me writing a fic for a fandom that doesnt have a page on ao3??? more likely than u think! #interviewer: alexa will u ever stop putting fic titles in lowercase the world needs to know #me: keep wondering bitch #my writing #ao3 #links #my school president #msp #tinngun #my school president series #also blame this on @liyazaki's gifset of gun being ''a simp'' bc i cant look at it without losing my mind #as u see in the tags #and then i immediately wrote this hgkjfhljdgk

[tunamayojazz]

26, 39 and 45 for InuOkko 💕

Oh my god guess who got carried away again....Hope this doesn't have too many mistakes but I had a great time writing this! Please enjoy ❤️ 26. What's one location that's important to them?

The school gardens! Toge's the permanent student gardener since no one wants to take something he loves doing from him. It's a peaceful and comforting job. When Yuta joins the team and offers to help him, Toge can't bring himself to decline. And perhaps it's so Yuta will feel like he's welcome here too.

As time passes, and Yuta doesn't cease his offers of help and instead adjusts gardening to part of his routine, it goes from being Toge's garden to his and Yuta's garden. He hadn't realized until Yuta had casually referred to it as "our garden", and he'd be lying if it hadn't felt like something warm had settled in his heart then.

Through all the seasons, they carry out their duties responsibly, working together so seamlessly it feels like it had always been the two of them from the start. From time to time, they'll meet there without meaning to. Late in the night when sleep escapes them and they seek comfort, their feet bring them to the same place, naturally gravitating towards where their hearts have cemented as safe. And so they make countless memories in that little space of theirs. Sometimes they'll have snacks as they talk about everything and nothing.

The night before Yuta has go overseas with no idea of when he'll return, he visits the garden one last time. Toge isn't there when he arrives late into the night, but instead of disappointment, he feels relief. He takes a seat by himself, nothing but silence in the chilly air. Then he speaks. He talks to the flowers he and Toge love so much, and he tells them everything. There's a slight breeze that comes and goes, and it makes the flowers sway in a way that tells Yuta they're listening. Soft spoken confessions begin to fill the air, words he feels he'll never gather the strength to say to who they're intended for. With his eyes closed and his mind wandering to his happiest moments here, he says again and again to the flowers: I love him, I love him, I love him

His confession stays with the flowers when he leaves. Toge continues to take care of them, and it's just like before Yuta came along, except it's not. There's a large absence now that won't be filled for awhile. On the nights his heart aches with a weight he can't shake off, he goes to the garden. He sits down, eyes misty more often not. Looking at the flowers he and Yuta cared for together, he mouths the words he doesn't dare to voice.

The flowers listen.

39. Describe their first kiss

It's a lazy afternoon, and Yuta spends it watching Toge play video games very intently. He's lying comfortably on his bed, eyes watching the character on screen climb a rather steep mountain. Yuta can't help but ask questions along the way, things like "Can you still climb if it's raining?", followed by a "Okaka. Konbu tuna mayo ikura. (No, he''ll just keep slipping)". Toge patiently quenches his curiosity, able to explain in detail while maintaining his focus in a battle. That's Toge for you.

The sun is setting outside, and there's a boss fight of sorts at one point There's a cutscene that comes after the evil has been defeated gets Yuta a little emotional despite not knowing enough about the game to understand what exactly was going on. He's sniffling and wiping away his tears before he knows it, prompting Toge to pause his game. "Yuda! Takana?", he puts down his console and turns to hold Yuta's teary face in his hands.

"I'm okay! I'm okay. It's just," and he sniffles again. "It's just so sad. She died without being able to say goodbye to her family. And when she turned to look at her home, I could feel the longing-" Toge can't help laugh a little, causing Yuta to groan and push his hands away. "You're making fun of me!!", he shrieks. Toge shakes his head at first, but puts his hands up in surrender with a sheepish smile. "Shake shake, Yuda." He signs his next words, "I can't help it because it's cute. You're such a softie, Yuta. And I guess I love that about you. I'm laughing out of endearment. Promise."

Yuta pouts, not really sure if that makes him feel much better. But what does throw his heart into a whirlwind of emotions is him saying "I love that about you". He feels his face warm, as the words sink in.

"Oh?" Toge says, teasing in his voice. "Takana, Yuda? Sujiko tuna tuna."

"My face is not turning red, shut up."

Before he can even process Toge letting out another laugh and climbing onto the bed, he feels palms on his face again and the soft press of lips against his forehead. The kiss itself is brief, much to Yuta's dismay. When Toge pulls back, he's smiling so warmly at him that he forgets how to breathe. The boy before him doesn't say anything, but Yuta looks at his eyes and knows what he's asking.

So he closes his eyes, and Toge leans in. 45. Give each character an element Sorry I can't help but put on my ATLA glasses for this HSDJKFHSKDJF 😭

Yuta is definitely a firebender, and Toge a waterbender! It was an easy pick for Yuta who loves so kindly yet so fiercely. Like how fire can keep someone warm but also has the power to hurt and kill. Wow I just visualized Yuta bending lighting and got goosebumps.....I need to draw that one day.

Toge who's mostly calm on the surface but can be deadly suits being a waterbender methinks. And of course the audience (me) would like to imagine him bloodbending!

I like the duality aha ❤️ my god why have not drawn ATLA au inuokko.................I need to correct that asap

#i dont consider myself a writer but man do i love writing inuokko.... #its my dream to write a long ass fic about them like damn this brainrot gotta go somewhere #inuokko #ottoge #inumaki toge #inumaki #yuuta #okkotsu yuta #okkotsu yuuta #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #hc #au #jjk 0 #i didnt proofread this so apologies in advance if some parts are weird ! #will reread later and maybe edit a little hehe #just realized i wrote this whole thing in NOT LOWERCASE.....inchresting....what happened