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kanene-yaaay · 7 months

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Bonds, Friendship and other strange things that are affected by it

Kanene’s notes: It’s been! A long time!! What a hello! :D Uhhhh, tbh, I am not sure when this is going to be posted because I haven’t finished writing the ending yet but at the same time I can’t think of an ending for it so dfgthyujuhygtffg let’s see which part of me will win when this comes out xD

(Edit: So, I came here to post it unfinished but !!! a suden lighting of inspiration striked me so!! dfhyujikjh yay! another fic! lets gooo)

Warnings: None. Around 1000 words of Lee!Percy and Ler!Grover because those two are incredibly fun and cool to be around and think about.

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Grover cared about Percy. He really did. Of course. No one would create a bond that can possibily cost your life with someone that you didn’t trust as if the own Destiny had intertwined your existences to follow each other at the hardest times. Especially if that other person was a half-blood that was more into fights, problems and almost-death situations than most teenagers could admit.

So, yes, he loved Percy. He was his friend. His best friend. And maybe a brother, but this title was already well placed in Tyson and he was not about to fight a three foot tall cyclop for it. He had enough fighting and marrying cyclops for his life. Thank you very much.

Anyway. Love and Care. Yeah.

But this was starting to get ridiculous.

Happiness and joy exploded in his chest like fireworks being set off just under his skin, leaving his entire body with a buzzing, kind of tickly feeling running just about everywhere.

"My gods, Percy, I am not even touching you!!" He had to almost physically bite the giggles that threatened to spill from his throat.

Percy wasn't so lucky. His face was already beginning to be tainted with red by both the unstoppable onslaught of titters and snickers and the embarrassment of Grover being absolutely right.

"Shut up, shut up. You're so stupid, this is so stuhuhupid!"

"Really?" Grover rested his hands on the other's sides and almost jumped in surprise with the phantom feeling of ticklish shock that made his body want to curl in a ball of protection.

It was no surprise when the younger began kicking and crackling even before Grover squeezed the tickle spot as if his life depended on it.

"Pehercy! There is no way someone can be that ticklish!"

“Shuhut it!”

And that was the thing: Percy was actually NOT that ticklish. He swear that he wasn’t! If he crumbled just with the slightly hint of wiggly fingers and a couple of squeezes, Annabeth would have destroyed him on all their playful debates for now. Damn, if he was that sensitive, he wouldn't have survived his own childhood with a mother that was as sweet and as lovely as merciless during an attempt to cheer her son up.

But he couldn’t articulate this. Not when that dumb bond could make him feel not only his own butterflies flying and dancing crazy on his stomach, but also that sunny feeling of a playful joy that he was sure that came from Grover's pride making the Son of Poseidon, who survived two gigantic wars and another countless life-threatening fights, die with just some digging on his ribcage and oh, shit he was getting higher, nononono-

"Stohohohop!!" He arched his back, hands holding Grover's wrists but too much weak to push the scribbling fingers that were focusing too much in that awful space between each rib to be fair away. He was sure the entire world could hear the way his laughter got higher and louder even before Grover decided to close his hands in fists and drill his knuckles on the skin.

For a moment Percy almost regreted embarassing his friend in front of Juniper, but the feeling almost as quick as it was gone.

"I hahahahate this. I hate this so much!"

Grover didn't even falter for a second, barely stopping to acknowledge the happy warmth - like watching the sunrise in the beach with your favorite people around you - that definitely wasn't only his taking over his senses before answering. "Yes, Percy, of course you do. Just like fishes hate water, but you do."

"I'm serious!"

"I am literally agreeing with you, dude."

"No, you're not!"

"Now you're just making stuff up."

And before Percy could protest more Grover decide to finally end the other's suffering and worm his way to the armpits with ease pratice, barely fliching at the honest-to-the-gods scream that came out from his friend's mouth before he fell in silent laughter, his entire body shaking with every giggle and hands twitching between hiding his face every time another snort was fished from his throat or keep trying (and failing) in pry the offending fingers from their unfair, drilling attack on the ticklish pits.

A faintly sound of leaves moving was the only warning that they weren’t alone anymore. Grover smiled even before the so known amused voice called their attention.

"Oh, it's you. I thought the Stymphalian birds were back for revenge. Hi, seaweed brain."

“Hey, Annabeth!”

With all the noise, Grover was surprised Annabeth took as long as she did to appear.

Percy seemed to think otherwise.

"No!" Suddenly his efforts to escape got 10 times worse, which, since he really wasn't trying to truly get away from the very beginning, made it see like Grover was fighting against an old lazy chihuahua. "How did you find us!"

"Did he interrupt your date again?"

At the reminder, Grover fred the rest of his fingers to claw at Percy's belly - right above his bellybutton, wehere were storaged the best collection of snorts and shrieks, while his thumbs were still drumming on his armpits.

"Yes." He had to shout above the other's high pitched laughter. "And it's Kill Percy Thursday!"

“How could I forget?” The blonde started cracking her fingers, making bubbly excitment run so quickly and strongly in his senses that Grover had to stop the tickling to snicker, instinctively fliching away. Annabeth eyed both of them with a glint of fondness and amusement that did nothing to hide the pure mischieviousness taking over her expressions. “By the way, I think I am owned some revenge since someone decided to prank me with those fake books last week.”

“It was good knowing you, dude.”

Joy and warmth and pride and care chasing each other in his chest while he tried to keep the daughter of Athena away from his tickle spots with no sucess.

The things he had to put up with because of his friends, really.

#Ticklish!Percy #Lee!Percy #Ler!Grover #pjo tickling #pjo tickles #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #this has been in my drafts for like months now fdfyhujkijh #helppp #anyway. it's done!!! yay!! I wanted to write more about that idea but honest I am just happy that I finished it x33 #Maybe the ending isn't the beeeest but it is there so :DD #It still is good ig

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seresinhangmanjake · 1 year

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What Once He Had

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake finally gets to be with you, and the two of you have been doing pretty well for a month. Great, actually, despite not being an official couple. But then he wakes one day and you’re gone.

Notes: Can definitely be read alone, but it’s also another prequel-type thing for the Dad!Jake fic Oh, Baby. Fluffy, angsty. Jakey-boy is super duper in love. full Oh, Baby chronology in Masterlist.

Warnings: 18 + MDNI, smut, oral (female receiving), p in v (please wear condoms), cursing. Uhhhh that might be it :)

Words: 1340

Oh, Baby Masterlist / Masterlist

Prequel Part 1, Prequel Part 3

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When he thought about loving you, he thought about the past; all the moments you’d given him that led to his eventual descent—that deep well of his feelings for you that he never cared to crawl his way out of. He liked loving you. He liked the touches and whispers and the glint that took root in your eye whenever he called you Honey. He liked your moans and whimpers that burst through your lips from his carefully placed fingers and tongue. He liked knowing exactly what to do to make you feel good; bringing life to your body as you did for his.

But out of his control was his love. His love for you. His love for making love to you. He needed it and craved it and couldn’t stop his desperation. And when he couldn’t control his own love, of course, he couldn’t control yours. But he didn’t think he needed to. He thought he already had it.

Thought. Believed. Wanted it so badly that he convinced himself something was there which was not. And you proved it when you left him without a trace, punching a gaping hole through his heart and out the back of his body as if it were the simplest of acts. You were gone so fast, in such a wraith-like manner that on certain nights, the darkest of them, he wondered if you even existed at all.

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Before:

“Rooster was right. You are a princess,” he spoke through raspy breaths, calling on the nickname his friend had given you in a drunken haze a month prior. “My needy princess.”

You whimpered when his tongue once again slid through your folds, flicking at your clit before repeating the movement again and again and again until your back was creating a beautiful arch and tears were starting to steam down your flushed cheeks.

“I could have you all day. Stay right between these pretty thighs.”

Those whimpers developed into cries, sharp and biting through the wet sounds of his mouth at your core when he stretched you with two thick fingers. They worked you, in and out at an even pace as his other hand pressed down on your lower belly.

“I–I can’t a-again.”

He barely heard it. It was a whisper as much as a plea for relief, for freedom.

“You can,” he growled, his lips grazing over you, each word a puff of soft heat caressing sensitive flesh. “And you will.”

“Jake, pl–” You choked on the word when his fingers curled just right. He knew the spot, could find it in a half-second if he needed to, but sometimes he liked playing. He too much enjoyed pulling the pleasure out of you slowly, savoring the feel of you clenching around him. First his fingers. Then his cock. “Please just—”

He sucked the breath from your lungs in time with his sucking on your clit, his lips wrapped around your little bud, tongue swirling, tasting, falling deeper in love with your pussy just as he had fallen for your face, your voice, your soul, your heart.

This was the fourth time you’d found yourselves in bed together and with each chance you gave him, he did his best to prove himself, to be better than anyone else you let have a piece of your body. You liked having one another this way—that was undeniable—and in the beginning, he never wanted to allow the assumption that it was permanent to weasel its way into his brain. But this wasn’t the beginning anymore. A month had passed, and those crafted dirty thoughts of you he had stroked himself to for over a year were now backed with living proof. He was addicted. He was in love with you. So how could he ever give you up?

That wasn’t a question he entertained. There wasn’t a point. It had one answer—such a solid one—with no room for negotiation. And he didn’t plan on ever facing a day when that question would matter anyway. He had his woman. You were it for him, and he knew that if you just kept going the way you were, you’d make him your man.

“W-Wait,” you muttered, your hand tugging harder at his mussed hair until he stopped. “Jake. Inside.”

He quirked a brow. “Yea, Honey?”

Your eyes were still screwed shut when he began to crawl up your body. He untangled your fingers from his hair and brought your palm to his mouth to kiss before helping you wrap your arm around his neck.

Drawing a trail of short licks and kisses up your throat to your chin, he mumbled, “Say it again.”

Your eyelids slowly blinked open, your gaze locking onto his. “I want you inside me, Jake.”

A smile spread across his face and he leaned down to press his lips to your forehead, then your nose. “Well aren’t you sweet,” he whispered as he trapped your bottom lip between his, lightly nibbling.

And he was right. You were fucking sweet. Every bit of you.

Reaching an arm down, he tucked his hand under your knee and folded your leg forward, giving him the perfect angle to shove himself deep inside you the way you liked. The way he liked. Your curse mingled with his, and Jake stilled to let you adjust to his size as he got used to the tightness of your walls. Tried to, that is. Nothing else felt like you, and he wasn’t sure getting used to you was possible.

You know I love you—that’s what he wanted to say. I love you and I'm here and I’ll always be here. It was practically clawing at his throat for release, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. It was too soon.

“Can I move, Honey?”

You answered him by tightening your arms around his neck and cinching your legs around his waist.

He lightly chuckled against the line of your jaw. Then he shifted his hips back before driving forward again.

—--

Waking without you by his side felt like a joke. You were usually snuggled into his chest with one of his arms draped over your waist and the other tucked under your head as a pillow, slowly forcing it into numbness. Your exhales always tickled his chest hairs and your legs woven with his upped his body temperature by five degrees, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. And before this morning, it hadn’t been any other way.

Thinking hard, he vaguely recalled opening his eyes in the night to find the bathroom light on. He thought he’d heard you getting sick, but when he called your name you’d told him to go back to sleep. The water ran, the sound of you spitting into the sink following shortly after. He wanted to check on you, but he’d been too out of it, too fuzzy-brained from your sex, and you had sworn you were fine. Within moments, you were back in his arms and all was right again. He didn’t question it.

He should’ve questioned it.

Your clothes that had carpeted his bedroom floor were gone; your phone was no longer on the nightstand beside his. He almost feared getting out of bed, knowing that if he did, he’d have to go downstairs to where you might not be. If he stayed under the duvet he could pretend you were in the kitchen making coffee, buttoned up in his shirt and waiting for him to join you.

He didn’t find you, though. He didn’t get to ask, or kiss you once you explained.

But inside, he knew. You were gone, and it didn’t make sense. That wasn’t how the two of you worked, but it would be fine because he was going to find you and ask you what happened and kiss you over the silly misunderstanding.

He wasn’t given that chance.

A/N: To anyone who hasn’t read Oh, Baby, I’d suggest doing so for a happier ending :) Hope you enjoyed anyway!

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yellowocaballero · 25 days

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Anyway.

How many works do you have on AO3? 54. Hm. I don't remember writing 54 fics. That's weird. But I've been posting since 2017 so when you THINK about it 54 fics over 7 years isn't weird at all.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 2.4 million. What's your point.

What fandoms do you write for? A fuckton. I write both things I'm hyperfixated on and for random shit that comes in my head. I was into TMA for like two years so I have the most TMA fic (16), but most of my fandoms are 3-5 fics maximum. There's also a lot of random-ass fics for random-ass fandoms that just jumped in my head. Artemis Fowl, Beetlejuice, Animorphs...demons that overtook me for two weeks or so and never bothered me again.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Great Gender Heist (Artemis Fowl, no surprise there.), stay out of trouble (Detroit: Become Human, I reliably forget that one exists and I'm still mystefied as to why so many people read it), meek shall inherit (I'm constantly attempting to forget the Be More Chill phase ever happened), someone will remember us (Batman, fic's not great, am still very fond of that au) and dead or alive (DBH, mediocre). Why the hell are the two Detroit: Become Human fics so popular? I hate DBH so much. I was so angry while writing those.

Do you respond to comments? I am absolutely terrible about responding to comments. I am sorry. I do read and appreciate all of them. It's because I always need to give a dialectical so comments take ages to write. If you do want to hear my thoughts on something, my inbox is your best bet for a way too lengthy response.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hope, Etc for certain. I try really hard to write bittersweet at worst endings, and even the sad endings in my fics have hope in them. Hope, Etc definitely ends in a better place than where it began. But it's still very sad. I was thinking about a lot of lost loved ones while writing it. Fishhooks and reel to reel also have downer endings but that is because they are LITERALLY Star Wars.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Uhhhh. The ending of Solitaire (and the MLM/WLW hostility series in general) is very sweet. It's meaningful because it demonstrates so much growth from everybody with very little cost. I almost said Go Straight At The Cul De Sac, because it showcases a happier world where horrible historical events were averted, but the ending will always be a little bittersweet because we understand how much Protag sacrificed to create that better world.

Do you get hate on fics? Sometimes people are kind of weird. The worst of it is usually just useless comments, though. I had somebody get pedantic about how briefly mentioning an SUV would be historically inaccurate, and how I should have mentioned a minivan instead - like, did you read that fic and think I was from the suburbs? Do I look like I know what a minivan is? Lol? If I've received any actual more severe stuff I have no idea, since I delete the comment and delete it from my memory. I've never gotten anything too bad. I've been called ablest like three times, which is objectively hilarious.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I could write smut I'd be making bank on Kindle Unlimited right now.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Probably the FE3H/BNHA one I'm writing right now that will never see the light of day. Just kidding. I don't actually think I've posted any real crossovers - I DO write them, I just kind of feel like they're cringe so I never post them. I write a lot of cringe shit that never sees the light of day.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not nearly popular enough for that.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Several people have mentioned wanting to do that, but nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not technically. But I do want to give due honors to all of the friends who are SO instrumental in the building of the AUs, stories, characters, etc, that they've had a huge impact on the story itself. I try to recognize them by name in the fics themselves but my stories would look completely different if it wasn't for my friends. Definitely much worse.

What’s your all time favorite ship? I'll differentiate favorite ships and favorite fictional romances. For ships, it's much less about the ship and more about the role in the story. I tend not to pay a lot of attention to that while writing, but sometimes I get lost in my own sauce and I drive myself a bit nuts. I am very fond of Hanyookim, especially in my own ORV story. For romances? My top ten list of fictional romances is as follows: number one: naturally, Sasunaru -

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? If it's up on AO3, it's done (with one or two very small exceptions - The Ending of Han Sooyoung epilogue I'll get to you I PROMISE). There's plenty of unfinished docs on my drive that I'll never finish, but that's because I decided that they weren't worth finishing.

What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and characterization. That's always been the case. I'm also pretty funny.

What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting. Action. Having stories that are not entirely dialogue. Where things happen and it's more than just people walking around talking. You know. Real stories -

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Always valid. I remember reading one Hispanic author talking about how he doesn't like italicizing the Spanish in his stories because it's otherizing, and I agreed enough with him that I don't tend to italicize other languages either. Sometimes I do. I try to do it purposefully, and to convey something that can only be conveyed through the extra language. I'll also only do it if I can have a friend who speaks that language write it out for me, since gtranslate sucks and I want to ask the friend how such a thing would actually be said and colloquialize it. I like using ASL in fics, and I am just in general begging people to a) write it like any other language, and b) understand that it's different from other languages and can't be written exactly the same. If your Star Wars fanfiction has so much gratuitous Mando'a that I can't understand anything the clones or Mandos are saying I hate you.

First fandom you wrote for? Batman Beyond. Yes, I have a FFN account somewhere. Yes, I was eleven. Yes, it was Batman Beyond.

Favorite fic you’ve written? The best thing I've written is Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge. Favorite is New Wave. That sucker took two years to write (INSANELY long for me) and it is exactly the story I wanted to write. Stephanie's a character I've been writing since I was 15, and the feeling of writing Stephanie and NAILING her for the very first time was so satisfying.

Tagging @usaigi and uh any other writer mutuals you all know who you are.

#i'll do anything if i was dared to do it. in general.#i remember seeing a post saying that writing cass cain using ASL was ableist and I still very much disagree #my posts #my writing #so often your most popular fics are NOT your best #and that's defo true of me #none of my most popular fics are terrible though. the batman one is definitely the worst #MSI is so old but it holds up alright #id be distressed if i was told my fic was racist or transphobic or smth #ableist? lmfao.

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xenonsdoodles · 4 months

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Dimimi!

DIMIMI!

(first of all I have to note that this was sent approximately one second after I reblogged the post. incredible. thanks so much)

First impression:

I was obliquely aware of throuses long before I actually played it, so on my first actual playthrough it was something like “oh right it’s this guy. people are weird about this guy. surely I won’t be weird about this guy.”

Impression now:

I cannot overstate how weird I am about this guy.

Favorite moment:

So the thing is that if I try to pick anything that’s a major part of the plot I am just going to end up picking like. half the scenes in the entire route. Instead of doing that I’m going to say I liked the support where he tricked Ashe into telling him which sweets to buy him. That was cute.

Honorable mention: in my VW run when he killed my (comically over-leveled) Byleth in one hit and I had to go back in time and do some Actual Strategical Thinking to keep him from doing it again. I was yelling in real life.

Idea for a story:

I have simultaneously a lot and not enough :)

One of them is a potentially multi-chapter mess in which he and Felix gradually repair their friendship using Byleth as a go-between, which might end up being good. Or I might never get it to a point where I like it enough to post. idk. explodes in a silly way

Unpopular opinion:

I love curating my fandom experience so that I barely ever see bad takes about him and I don’t have to engage if I do :)

Uhhhh unpopular opinion: I love him so much (it’s unpopular because my irl friends keep bullying me for it) (I use the word “bullying” lightheartedly here ofc, we all love mimi in this house)

Favorite relationship:

I mean do I really need to. do I really need to say what it is. I think we are all well aware of my favorite relationship for Dimitri, by this point,

…ok honestly though I am actually pretty picky about what variety of dimileth I actually like. The deeply weird version of their dynamic that exists in my head Compels Me and I am doing my absolute best to communicate through my art and fic what the hell that actually means. So far I don’t know if I’ve been successful but I sure am going to keep trying.

ALSO. I am not exclusively a dimileth enjoyer, and I LOVE so many of his relationships that aren’t necessarily romantic. Dimitri’s arc is about, among other things, learning to recognize that people love him and that it’s okay to lean on them if he needs to, and god do his friends really love him so fucking much. I got his paired ending with Dedue in my og run, and they are. So important to me. I can see them as platonic or romantic and it doesn’t matter because either way they love each other and they save each other’s lives all over again every single day and I am Definitely Not Crying About It.

Favorite headcanon:

I have a lot of small and mostly unspoken headcanons in mind when I write and draw him, but it’s hard to articulate any one of them on its own. I’m gonna serve my own All Of You Are Weird Aspecs character agenda and say I think he’s grey-aro, grey-ace, bi, and Not Normal About It and no I’m not projecting in any way who said that

obligatory Him

#fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #he's just such a fucking guy. such a fucking guy who I love so much he's so special to me #he :')#ask meme #talking

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dandylovesturtles · 2 months

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❤️📗👑

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

oh lord idk. uhhhh let's go with stuff I've written recently:

Blue sniffled again. Hiccupped one last time. His tears were drying up, and his little voice said, "S'okay, Daddy."

That's three sentences but whatever my writing style is short and choppy so I'm counting it.

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

I've had ideas. Not sure if I'll ever follow through though haha. I like fanfiction because you're a lot more free in what you can do (which sounds funny because you're working within the constraints of an existing story, but having that foundation already existing means you can go all kinds of places while skipping the setup).

A lot of the original fiction ideas in my head deal in false religions and false gods, and also gay stuff. "bisexual atheist project less challenge, difficulty: impossible"

like a woman who is an attendant to the oracle of the harvest goddess, who becomes quite startled when one night her lady comes to her in a fit and tells her that her visions from the harvest goddess have been a ruse all along and it's true for all the oracles but this time she did get a real vision from a god that isn't even supposed to exist, and suddenly she has to decide what she believes in the midst of a new paradigm where she and her lady are wanted for blasphemy

of the boy who commits a crime in his highly religious underground cult, sheltered in a bunker for 200 years following the nuclear holocaust on the surface above, who is sentenced to take care of the blasphemers who are kept in cells below the colony, where he commits the worst crime of all (talking to the blasphemers) and learns that one of them is locked up for asking dangerous questions like "we didn't harvest enough potatoes from our greenhouse to feed everyone in the colony but if everything is supposed to be dead on the surface than where did the extra potatoes come from"

wow definitely a lot of themes of blasphemy happening here lol

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

I'm a one-shot writer cursed with long fic ideas ;;

Thanks for the ask!

#writer ask game

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sidhebeingbrand · 1 year

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Noodling about clones and gender

I am full of largely chemical-based and slightly situationally-influenced RAGE so I am going to write something CREATIVE that I LIKE THINK ABOUT, goddammit, instead of being directionlessly angry.

I initially wrote 'i will write something positive' but it's about the Fett clones so it's in fact uhhhh fucking tragic. Spawned by reading gorgeous Trans!Bly and Trans!Cody fic and my headcanons about what it means to be someone who identifies as a 'clone' but presents as 'not that' (it's Tech, Tech suffers from gender dysphoria, in this essay I will explain)

In my hc, the most common gender identifier among clones is… clone.

And a much, much higher percentage of clones compared to the general population of humans and near humans has done hard thinking about what their gender is. You can't not, when the question is jammed into your face, when ayou realise there are people who don't go by 'he' and have no frame of reference for why you are a 'he' and Trainer Bralor is 'she'. You had the Kaminoans figured out: it's the headfins. You weren't sure how you fit in, but you accepted it, but then you meet human trainers with no headfins who are 'he' and also furious about the implication that they might be otherwise, and human trainers with no headfins who are 'she' and want to know if you have a problem with that, cadet.

So: gender is a foreign idea, a natborn conceit. A social construct for a society the clones have no access to except for bits and pieces gleaned from flash training in how to interact with civilians, and the baggage that the trainers bring to the table.

It is one more step of the grind, the long grueling process of learning everything they will need to learn to win a war, to discover that their trainers and minders are split on one more spectrum, in ways that are not immediately apparent to them-- oh, sure, everyone can see that they're different shapes, but that's normal for natborns. They're all so physically different, even the related ones. The medics get a grip on sexual dimorphism first because it's included in their flash training; they tend to be the first one to group the cues that separate a 'male' human from a 'female' human. But not always. And definitely not cross-consistent between species.

And there's… that baggage.

Sometimes they pick up that baggage, trying to impress or imprint on a trainer. Most of them don't. They just… know it exists. Like a lot of natborn things that don't apply to them. They get called 'men', they learn the word 'brother', but these descriptors don't mean to them what they seem to mean to the trainers (especially 'brother', which is precious to them long after they learn its limitations. To them, 'brother' means 'the one like me, raised on my food in my colors in our domed city where things seemed lifeless but made sense'. Brother means: a person who is a person like me and who recognizes me as a person, too. It is a citizenship. It seems strange to learn that natborns use the word to mean 'male related by blood'. It's strange that natborns just exist in a world where you have to make that distinction, that the vast majority of people they might meet in a day AREN'T genetically identical to within a few percentage points.)

Trainers demand to know if they're Man Enough or not. The answer required is obviously 'man', which in this case means 'try harder, be more adequate, succeed at task', but in opposition to what? Is Nala Se a man? No? But she is a top performer? Please, asshole trainer. Tell Nala Se she's inadequate. They want to see it.

Gender is a strange minefield, they learn. Many of them decide not to fuck with it. Gender: Us. Gender: Brother.

Others, though, see a new way of individuating themselves. The more knowledge they scrape of the outside world, the more some of them go-- oh, it's a choice, this is a choice. The genital thing may not matter, whisper the medics in training, given the files on Jedi whose presentation does not match their initial physical configuration, who will need vitamins standardized for a different birth sex. The strict instruction to call politicians and ranking officers by whatever pronouns you are told no matter what they look like. (What does that even mean.)

And like names, from trainers, from illicit holo scrapes, the idea of gender spreads. It becomes a fad, a past-time Arguments on what genders entail split up bunkrooms. Neo-pronouns and non-human-gender-identifiers are passed like a game of telephone, or created.

I imagine that there were clones who treasured those moments of self-determination. Chose 'he' with full chests, despite it being their default assignment: many gravitate to 'they' and the pidgin-mandalorian 'kaysh' or to 'she' with a certain level of defiance at going against the tide of assumption. That there were others who stuck to 'he' as inadequate but the least inadequate descriptor because what they are, in their heart, is a clone, the brother of the brothers (the vod of their vode) and all other considerations are distantly second.

I think that Cody was one of the ones who experimented, logically and matter of fact picking through everything she could piece together. She wondered if 'woman' was a thing she could be, if her own patchwork quilt of Nurturing-Commanding-Command Class-Strategic-Logical-Devoted could fit cleanly under that umbrella. It felt right, on instinct, and she trusted her instincts in the absence of firmer intel.

…and then the Jedi finally find them.

Their rough, graceless plunge into the wider galaxy both uplifts them and crushes them in turn. The galaxy is full of people and gender is real after all, like families, like children, like birthdays and rest and favorite foods and all the other things they half suspected the trainers made up to fuck with them.

But gender is bizarrely important, more than they could have suspected-- it's also a game they don't know the rules of. And while the Jedi are supportive and kind, the galactic naval corps is… regimented. Traditional. Gender Matters here, and being the gender that your admiral expects you to be apparently matters even more.

Those who openly challenge this face a spectrum of negative responses: the most positive you can hope for is a grudging stack of paperwork that involves psychiatric consults and medical intervention (and how the hell can they pass natborn standards for identification? What is dysphoria to people whose bodies have never been their own? When their uncertainty-in-masculinity has always been a distant third or fifth to greater concerns like 'the fucking war' and 'am I a person, if these people who bleed like me and talk like me are people why am I not' )

(A few clones, especially those to whom their bodies were even more not-their-own than than their siblings, forge grimly through those psych evals and choose those hormones. More slip back into obscurity, taught an important lesson about how much the republic they serve is willing to let them be 'individual'.)

The most common official response is 'no', occasionally with discipline attached for *wasting the natborn officers' time.

The worst and still not uncommon response is that blank stare of an technician looking at faulty equipment. Did not the bill of sale say 'male?' Are you defective? Should you be exchanged from a refund?

(Cody is not one of the ones who asks for a different designation. Cody IS the one who has to go through the mounds of disciplinary paperwork for the 212th, doing what -he- can, bitter as he thinks it, what -he- can to soften the blow and dissuade disciplinary action for a transgression that none of them realized was truly a transgression.)

Womanhood will have to wait for personhood which will have to wait until After The War. The identifier that matters now is Clone or Not Clone. Clone, or 'someone who might discipline you for being anything other than interchangeable'. Clone or Outsider.

It stings so much harder now that they get a chance to learn, to participate -- to know women who aren't grading or examining them. To meet people who wear their lack of gender-many genders- betwixt gender selves openly. To immerse slowly into the expectations, to find a jolt of recognition at last-- and know that they had better keep their new epiphanies about themselves nice and quiet.

(A thousand bright young women find themselves in the new Jedi assigned to Kamino-- yes, like HER their hearts say-- and just as quickly find out that they will need to hide this.

Shaak feels the roiling conflict, offers insight the trainers didn't, that gender is fluid and flexible, that 'male' can mean kind, soft, that they are not beholden to societal expectation.

This will have to be enough. For some clones it is enough. Others grit their teeth and ignore the voice that says (but I am not 'male', I am like you, in a way I cannot name I am like you))

Gender is for suckers, they mutter to themselves. It means nothing. Not to them.

There are two genders that matter, and that's Clone(any) vs Natborn(any).

Maybe after the war they'll get to explore again. Maybe after the war they can wear their favorite colors as something besides war paint. Maybe after the war, thinks Cody, filling yet another form that requires his serial number and rank and decant date, setting his jaw and choosing 'm' in the box marked 'gender' as if the galaxy was ever going to let him put down anything else.

#I did in fact feel better after concentrating on this #hurray stupid brain tricks #the fett clones deserved better #they deserved the world

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quaranmine · 4 months

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6, 12, and 25 for the mcytblr fic author asks?

6. Do you like using the mcyt multiverse as a concept? (all SMPS and MC content exists in the same universe)

Yes!! To the point where it will bother me if I can't make them all fit, lol. Usually I like to keep the Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, Evo and Life Series all within the same universe. I like MCC as an event where people from these servers can intersect. Empires though is a problem to me, as it often contradicts things quite heavily due to the characters' lore. So whether or not Empires (S1 or S2) is canon sort of depends on what I am writing. I also often disregard random one-off SMPs as well--I'm not going to try to figure out how Rats SMP fits into Hermitcraft fits into Empires, it's just a nice little series in its own right.

12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

I think the funniest is when I posted a Firewatch AU chapter and @ivi-prism sent me a screenshot of her fake-buying plane tickets to Texas on an actual airline website to come kill me

Also I do find it pretty amusing that I am so loudly fixated on fire lookouts that I am aware of more than one person who have started reading my fanfic without even being familiar with Hermitcraft LOL

25.What works and/or authors in the fandom do you recommend?

Well, I've got to rep some of my friends first! Ivi is the creator of this ask game, and you should definitely check out her works -- Off-world vacations is a sweeping dsmp x hermitcraft crossover that has been in the works for years, great for Fundy fans. chrysalizzm is one of the most talented writers I've ever met, and I've seen firsthand the incredible research and depth and soul he's poured into the wasteland series. another excellent writer is prismartist, who probably has something for everyone since they've written life series, hermitcraft, dream smp, qsmp, and empires.

Really though, I need to get better at actually bookmarking my favorite works. I often kudos and then lose them oops

I have to recc definitelynotshouting's hunger au, although I feel like that's quite well known in the fandom already (for good reason)

sunlight over me no matter what i do by odaigahara is a GREAT oneshot, but mind the gore and body horror (grian cuts off his own wings to get rid of watcher influence)

I'm pretty fond of a specific subset of Watcher!Grian stories where the old Grian died and a Watcher/something else just kind of uhhhh took over his body with his memories? So I must recommend tempering by sixteenthdays, as well as You Say You Feel Hollow (and you know it's 'cause you are) by writing_and_worrying. still slightly similar in concept but not quite the same is the body is an object by ruffboi. And it's probably distinctly different enough that it shouldn't even be grouped here, but I also adore Covet by Oceanbreeze7 for a good Creature-y Watcher!Grian.

I like Enderwoah's Jimmy/Bad Boys fics. The two I have in my bookmarks is i've got problems (not just the ones that are little) and i can see the pattern (but i don't know what i can do)

Finally, I don't always blog about hermitshipping but I do sometimes read it, so I'll leave you with a scarian fic that has killed me like three separate times: Baby, just let me bleed in peace by mossman_mothman

#quara asks

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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Did you have any other exorcism stories you wanted to work into last days that you couldn’t fit?

uhhhh, generally most of the funny ones i had off the top of my head are in there. i think i've shared before that this tiktok is exactly atsign agency vibes and they have definitely done something like that (* pending printers existing in carrows which is actually an open question because technology in carrows is intentionally a little not-the-era-you-think-it-is, no one owns a cell phone in the fic and also no one is mentioned to have a personal computer but stuff like the bus passes exist suggesting either magic or some level of computing that perhaps never became consumer-accessible and look i decided most of that on vibes and this is mostly irrelevant. anyway).

i also think at SOME POINT i might write the prequel that is 'the atsign agency deals with helsknight' for fun, we'll see

#answered #last days talk #<- there are a number of asks for this lets make a tag

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hoping you haven't received this one already :]c since she's your namesake, my pick is elizabeth for the ask game !!!!!

This is long under a readmore!

favorite thing about them: she's silly!!!! I do love how in the darkness of P3 there are still characters who are so filled with joy. There's also a trend in P3 about character opposites. Her and Theodore, Hero and Heroine, Ryoji and Aigs... they all act as foils to each other and as foils to the protagonist(this is a really bad way of explaining it....).

least favorite thing about them: uhhhh.... probably her quest to save Hero. Not it as a concept, but what's come out of it. It's underused and made the fandom too divided. I also don't think there's a way for it to happen? Idk....

favorite line: Guhhhh.... I don't know many of her lines by heat.... The only thing I can think of is in the opening/her sl rank 1 of p3d in japanese she goes eeeyyyyyaaayyyyyy its paaty taiimmmeeee!!!!!!!

brOTP: AIGIS!!!!!! Her and Aigis are really underused..... WAIT ALSO RYOJI. The bisexuals who love Hero(ine) no matter what and would die for them they should join a club.

OTP: HOW DO HER AND HEROINE ONLY HAVE 4 FICS ON AO3?????? At least the 2 that are there are really good..... Everyone wants gay romance options until there's an actual gay romance option...... her hangouts are different too they get to dance in the club together...... at least we have Velvet Blue(I don't have many thoughts about her ships I just need to point this out)

nOTP: uhhhhh...... idk..... her with Hero Heroine and Aigis are the only ones that really exist to me and they're underrated so....

random headcanon: hmmmm. I think it's fun that she uses Thanatos to defeat Erebus since everything he represents is something Erebus would absolutely hate but that's not really Elizabeth related nor is it a headcanon..... I think after Arena she gets to have fun with the IT and SEES, especially since she remembers Dancing and is resolved to have more bonds.

unpopular opinion: I mean my least favourite thing probably answers that ha. Oh I guess her personality got changed so much in the spinoffs that going back to her hangouts is really jarring. She's so much less outgoing. The unpopular bit is that I prefer her spinoff personality. I also kind of don't like her english voice? She's got this weird accent? I think that's also why I prefer her in the spinoffa.

I think I'll skip the song one for every character sorry.

favorite picture of them: not a picture but in the weird masquerade there's a skit where she can't eat the bread it's so funny..... me gi do la on

This one's from the arena stageplay

This is a trading card from the movies???? I saved it last year it definitely wasn't from the original source. It's as 'ART OF THESE 4!!!'

This will sound insane but. You know that image of the guy holding the cat and pointing accusatorily at someone? Elizabeth holding Thanatos pointing at Aigis. A better dynamic than Aigis forgetting her name this should have gone in the headcannons bit

I also love this one

I love her... for being my name I haven't thought about her enough

#thank you for the ask!!!!!!#her using thanatos in arena made me think too much of her ryoji and aigis' club #i also think its funny shes the only one hero can gently decline

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i need to work on my big bang fic but my brain is disastrous and came up with a different au

basically uhhhh humanity fucks up in some way and plants start overtaking the world, mainly by beginning to take over human bodies kinda. The gist of it is that a very large majority of people start growing different types of flora from their body and their mind goes blank (like a plant)

basically just flower zombies but they don't attack people

Unlike my other ideas, this au would be focused on the SQUIP, who becomes active after Jeremy is incapable of mentally fighting him off cause whoops jeremy has flowers blooming from his flesh

(line idea: "The SQUIP was used to the constant din of Jeremy's thoughts, which filled its processor every hour of every day. Even in Jeremy's sleep, since humans never stopped thinking. When that noise faded, the SQUIP knew something had gone horribly wrong.")

the SQUIP is able to get Jeremy to wake up a little after learning about what happened, and Jere is basically a zombie. despite this, the SQUIP can barely parse a goal of sorts in jeremy's plant-infested brain: "Find Michael."

The SQUIP, being a program designed to accomplish a host's goal, makes it his mission to help this very much lethargic and kind of braindead Jeremy Heere find Michael, despite the fact that, from the few memories that SQUIP can find, Michael has definitely succumbed to the same fate as Jeremy and the rest of the world

TLDR; Jeremy turns into a flower zombie and SQUIP has to help him find Michael

Really, I only had this idea because of this idea for a scene (under the cut)

"The SQUIP made Jeremy walk for a couple hours more, walking past dilapidated buildings and overgrown gardens (and people, the SQUIP noted.) Eventually, however, it begun to rain. The SQUIP had known it was going to rain, (despite any weather channel that could've existed to assist him now being defunct,) but didn't know if it would affect his host. He had made a couple of predictions, most of them not warranting any concern. It would just make Jeremy stop for a little bit.

rain

The SQUIP was blessed with a small thought from its shell of a host. "Yes, Jeremy, that's rain." It replied, crossing its holographic arms as the din of light rain began to fill their audio processors.

It was quiet for a moment.

rain nice

"If you think it is, then it is," it replied, "We can sit here for a bit."

And then, it was quiet between them again."

(doodle i made of this idea in class)

#be more chill #au idea #jeremy heere #the squip #nezumi rambling #my writing #my mind is disastrous #body horror #psychological horror #kinda #but there's def body horror

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fandom-strumpet · 2 years

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My Crazy Life- Part 1

Summary: Y/n is an undercover detective working for Lestrade. When she finally returns back to her normal work, things take a turn for the stranger and she finds herself wrapped up in Sherlock. She comes to adore him but things take a turn when her past comes to test her.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, crazy ex

Word Count: 2,363

A/N: I’ve had this fic buried in my wips for almost a year. Enjoy :)

You were in a rush that day. MONDAY. Your 2 hour work break became a 30 minute break so you were waiting impatiently for your favorite soup to be done at the coffee shop. Granted, it was only 9:40 in the morning but damn you needed their chicken pot pie soup. Little did you know, a certain John Watson was waiting for the same thing. He shuffled in place, checking his watch for the second time in as many minutes. He clears his throat which causes you to turn around to check out the noise. Your eyebrows went up in surprise at seeing the famous detective’s best friend.

John caught your eye contact and smiled nervously, “Uh… Hi.”

“Hi.” you grinned.

“Y/N!” THe barista shouted.

Turning back to the counter you nodded a thanks to the girl and took the bag out of her hand. As you’re walking to the door you turn your head around slightly for one last look. John held his hand up to say goodbye and you smiled, giving a slight wave back. This definitely made your day better. And back to work you went. You dreaded seeing your coworker but knew a shift with her couldn’t be that bad.

~8 HoUrS lAtEr~

The end of the day came. You were wrong. It could be that bad. The fire department ended up having to come out. How could it be that someone much older than me needs supervision? Ridiculous. It was nearing 6 o’clock now and you were supposed to be off at 5:30. You shook your head and sighed. Stepping outside you felt the cool air and the rain sprinkling. You were so glad you walked to work that day, cloudy rainy London was your favorite weather. You popped open your umbrella and started walking, allowing your mind to reminisce on the morning events. You wondered if you would ever meet the great detective himself. Finally you arrive home and shut the apartment door slowly with a sigh. After violently kicking your shoes off you plop down into your arm chair. Ring ring ring. You groaned and tossed your head back. You leaned over and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You said tired.

“Good news, Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t have to be undercover at the store anymore. One of the delivery boys confessed and the whole operation is down.”

“Oh thank fuckin god.” You palmed your forehead.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry Inspector Lestrade,” you say hurriedly trying to regain your composure, “I meant thank you sir.”

“Much better. You’ll be paired up with Anderson again tomorrow morning. Rest well.”

With that, he hung up and you slammed the receiver down, collapsing with a groan at the thought of working with Anderson. The most annoying twat of a man to exist.

~The Next Day~

You shuddered involuntarily. You had seen a lot over the years but this was new. The man lay flat on his back, his eyes open in a dead stare at the ceiling. He was covered in blood and bruises. The part that gave you chills was the large hockey puck stuck halfway in the corpses mouth, distorting his face into a ghoulish grin.

“I need everyone out for 2 minutes.” A cool voice stated.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows and turned in your crouch looking for the person who just spoke. You gave a shocked expression when you saw him. The great Sherlock Holmes. Anderson and Donovan always complained about him but you found him utterly fascinating. “Uhhhh…”

“I need room to think.”

“Hey- you’re that girl from the coffee shop- uh. Y/n right?” John asked.

“Uh yeah.”

“How come we’ve never seen you before?” John questioned.

“I’ve been undercover for a while.”

“Hmm…” Sherlock cocked an eyebrow and studied you for a moment, “You can stay.”

Anderson started, “But what about-”

“NO.” Sherlock raised his voice, sending a grumbling Anderson away to close the door hard on his whiny exit.

“Time of death, Watson?” John checked the corpses eyes.

“Approximately eight hours ago.”

Sherlock muttered, “So about 2 am?” Using a pen, Sherlock lifted its upper lip, “Broken teeth. He wasn’t as careful this time like he was with the other one. He was in a rush.” Sherlock tilted his head and started to walk around like a vulture.

“Other?” You questioned - immediately regretting it. The men paused and stared at you.

“You don’t know?” John asked.

Sherlock answered for you, “Of course she doesn’t. She’s been undercover and with a coworker like Anderson, I’m sure she needs to be caught up still.”

Your face flushed and you silently cursed Anderson. He was going to be getting an earful from you later.

“Interesting…” Sherlock pulled a strand of hair from the dead man’s hand.

“Inspector Lestrade!”

Lestrade strode in, “Yes, Sherlock? What did you find?”

Sherlock placed the hair in an evidence bag. “Run DNA tests on this, whoever it belongs to is the one who killed this man.”

With that, Sherlock walked out the door, John in tow.

“Have a good day.” He turned to you and slightly smiled. You grinned like a fool watching the pair walk away. You knew a great many adventures lie ahead with Mr. Holmes.

Going down the stairs, Sherlock remarked coolly. “You should ask her out.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You should ask y/n out on a date. You got flustered seeing her.”

“Alright,” John nodded, “I will. Wait for me?”

Sherlock absent mindedly nodded, standing still on the sidewalk by John. John thought you looked like an angel the way you descended the staircase. You gave a big smile, seeing Sherlock and John outside the apartment.

“Did you guys wait for me?”

“Yeah- I was wondering if you would like to go out and get fish and chips with me tomorrow? At lunch?” John spoke fast.

“Sure.” You smiled back, eyes darting to Sherlock’s face.

Sherlock tilted his head, a quizzical look in his eyes at the way you glanced to him.

~ Months Later ~

Was it wrong that you felt excited when a new murder popped up? Granted you weren’t excited about people dying but you knew there was a chance that Sherlock would be there. Over the past couple months you had grown increasingly fond of the Detective. One would dare say you were even crushing on him. You swore you would take that secret to your grave. Unfortunately, you still felt the need to squeal, like some school girl. You let it slip one day to Donovan and she barked a laugh.

“Seriously? Of all the guys in the world and you’re into the freak?”

“He’s not a freak.” You defended, cheeks burning.

Donovan huffed teasingly, “Whatever. You were always a little weird anyway.”

Your phone buzzed in unison with hers and you both looked down to check to find a text from Lestrade on another case. You were so close to being done with your shift. Gear was almost all packed away.

Donovan huffed again in irritation, “Our job is never really done, is it?”

You shook your head with a bitter laugh and followed her out the door.

~At The Scene~

When you arrived, the scene had already been taped off. One of the EMT’s was outside puking. It seemed like it was going to be chalked up to a messy break in gone wrong when one of the techs yelled. One of the bookshelves looked out of place so when the tech moved the shelf to see what was behind, he saw the wall. Lestrade called another tech to help move the shelf. There on the line green wallpaper, dripping in blood was a symbol. You stepped into the room to see symbol and your blood turned cold. You had seen that symbol before.

Anderson passed by you with a smirk, “What’s wrong miss pale face? Never seen writing in blood before?”

Your hand flew up to Anderson’s forearm in an attempt to steady yourself.

“N- n- nuh- “ your eyes rolled back and you collapsed, Anderson lurching forward with the sudden increase of dead weight pulling on his arm.

“Medic!” He shouted.

You started to come to as they were loading you in the ambulance. One of the paramedics leaned over you,

“Hey, can you tell me what your name is?”

“Y/n.” You muttered weakly.

“Awesome. Do you remember what happened y/n?”

You shook your head no.

“You fainted, and we’re taking you to the hospital to check your head just in case, okay?”

“Ok.” You closed your eyes again, the lights were practically blinding you, the smell of the sanitary ambulance flooded you as you somewhat enjoyed the great grumbling feeling the ambulance gave off as it started to move. You gave a little giggle. It was like being in a dragon. Oh yeah... I am definitely concussed.

~At the Hospital~

“Heard you fainted.” The detective tsked. “Bit unprofessional in your occupation.”

“Haha,” You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

“My question is why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, too tired to fabricate a good excuse at the moment. Sherlock didn’t seem to want an actual answer as he continued,

“It’s that symbol. You’ve seen it before, haven’t you? Of course you have.” Sherlock leaned forward in the hospital chair, his hands clasped and his fingers pointed upward where he rested his chin.

“Are you deducing me?” You felt yourself blush as the heart monitor started beeping faster. You wondered how many times Sherlock had deduced you. Secretly you always loved the idea and wondered if he ever figured out much you liked him. No. If so he would have said something.

“The symbol means something to you and whoever drew it knew you were going to see it. An enemy?”

John now stood in the doorway. Your eyes darted to him and Sherlock turned to look at him.

Then John spoke, “or something more powerful- like love? Ex-lover with a grudge to bear?”

John pursed his lips and looked to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded solemnly and looked from John to you.

“Love does make them do crazy things.”

Your face became grim and you snapped,“You could always just ask me you know.”

John grimaced and Sherlock leaned back, “So tell. What does this symbol mean to you?”

You took a deep breath and sat yourself more upright in the hospital bed.

“You were partially right. It’s a symbol me and my ex-boyfriend shared.I designed it.”

Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows and John crossed his arms and said, “like m and h forever kind of thing?”

“Mmhmm. We would sign letters with it and…” your voice faded off. You almost felt embarrassed sharing this, like some child.

“What. Is. His. Name.”

You shuddered involuntarily, goosebumps appearing on your skin. Your stomach started to churn, the memories between you and Jim had been suppressed in your mind. You weren’t ready for a psychotic break in opening Pandora’s abusive box of emotions. Your hands came up to your head pulling at your hair and you pulled your knees in. You hadn’t had an anxiety attack in almost a year but you were close.

“I want to be alone now.” You muttered

“Y/n,” John started.

“Get. Out.”

“No. You need to tell us who he is. He’s out there killing and there will be another dead body soon if you don’t cooperate.” Sherlock stated coldly.

You had never seen Sherlock use this cold side of his personality with you and it was pissing you off.

“I said GET OUT!” You threw a cup against the window, causing a nurse to run in at the commotion.

“Gentlemen, you need to leave now.” The nurse said firmly.

“Fine.”

Sherlock bent down to retrieve the cup and put it back up on your side table. You could feel your mind going 100 miles per hour at that point. The nurse closed the door again with a heavy thud and turned to you.

“Honey I need you to calm your breathing down, okay?”

You nodded shakily.

“That’s it- just deep breaths in and out.”

Inhale. He’s coming. Exhale. He’s coming.

“I’ll get you some more water, okay? Is there anything else you need?”

“Some crackers maybe…” you whispered, laying down on your side to hug a pillow tightly.

You could hear the heavy thud of the door as she left. A lot of time must have passed with you staring at the wall but it felt like she was right back.

“I’ve got your discharge papers hon, just need a couple signatures. And here’s your water and crackers.”

You took the clipboard and hastily signed both pages.

“Your clothes are on the bench.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, giving her a nod.

The nurse left and as soon as the door closed you practically threw yourself out of the bed. You scrambled to get dressed. You had a lot to do and little time to do it before the brewing psychotic storm hit. Sticking a cracker in your mouth you almost missed the little business card Sherlock must have sneaked onto the tray when you weren’t looking. Shaking your head you shoved the card in your pocket and rushed out of the hospital.

“Cab!” You yelled, waving one down.

The cab couldn’t get to your apartment fast enough. You took a breath of relief when the deadbolt slid into place. You nearly had a heart attack when you turned and looked at the counter. A present. Wrapped in a box like a birthday gift for a child with a giant bow on top. With a trembling hand you lifted the tag to read.

Hope you have a happy birthday darling. Miss me? I miss you. Let’s chat soon. -love JM

Hesitantly you opened the present. The sound of ripping paper filled the room and then a gasp. Inside the box was the most beautiful jewel necklace you had ever seen. It lay majestically on the red velvet and you wondered how many people he had to kill to get his hands on this prize. You choked back a sob, your relationship with the crime lord was over and whatever he wanted could only mean trouble.

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fanfiction #Sherlock Holmes #sherlock x y/n

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stars-in-our-oceans · 1 year

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Scroll past if you dont wanna read my incoherent rambling while brainstorming the FUCK outta this fic

Avatrice au prompt that I also wanna write lol TM TM TM TM TM TM MOTHERFUCKERS

Beatrice is a sculpture amongst five artist who were selected to go through a paid internship (paid internships amirite) at the louvre. This internship would allow artist to push their creative bounds outside of all the boxes that may have constricted them in their daily lives.

When they all finished their pieces their predecessors would pick and choose which pieces were “worthy” of being apart of the museum's modern artist showing. Each of the artist who were selected had only a year to finish all of their pieces, but Beatrice finished hers in under 8 months.

Mostly due to the fact that she would stay working until the sunrise because she was a perfectionist but also... she was passionate.

However so was Ava once upon a time, but now all he can do is sit and watch through the lifeless eyes of a statue... [BANGER]

Ava can only sit and watch Beatrice work through one of the paintings in the museum

- So maybe… Sister Francis who’s like the wicked witch, cursed Ava to watch her life pass her by (kinda like an continuation for her time spent in the orphanage as a paraplegic) so like being trapped in a painting/statue, was sister Francis’ way of “sparing her from death.” THIS CAN STILL APPLY IF I PLAN ACCORDINGLY ND SWITCH UP SOME THINGS BEAR (haha pun , im so funny iykyk) WITH ME

- WAIT SO LIKE WHAT IF AVA STILL HAS THE HALO JAMMED IN HER BACK AFTER HAVING ALREADY BEEN KILLED BY SIS FRANCIS (WHICH SISTER KNEW THIS BUT USED HER TO HIDE THE ARTIFACT IN THE PAINTING/SCULPTURE ALONG WITH AVA WITHOUT REALIZING THAT IT WOULD RESURRECT HER LOL) this is kinda contradictory lol

- I was also thinking whichever pieces Ava is “trapped” in or “bound” to, belonged to one of the predecessors that was also selected at one point just like Beatrice. Which obviously makes this person very likely to have had something to do with what happened to Ava. I mean technically the predecessor could have smth to do with what happened to Ava, like this person worked with sister Francis and made the sculpture so she would have somewhere to hide the halo (not anticipating a entire human being apart of the equation but ya know life or whatever 👁️👄👁️)

- Beatrice however does end up finding out about Ava’s situation (SOMEHOW) Beatrice probably things its just sleep deprivation when she sees a singular teardrop fall from the eyes of the statue or like fucking uhhhh???

- Beatrice then is somehow convinced later on that she can break the curse (bc Ava’s smart ass would definitely find a way to fuck w bea) so bea maybe finds out about the existence of another witch (Lilith) to help her break the curse, if shes will lol

- the part im having trouble with is incorporating Lilith into the story because odds are bea doesn’t know about the supernatural 🤩 so like the FUCK would she seek out a random witch for???? Uhhhhh mayhaps Lilith senses the halos energy AFTER it activates and goes to investigate in the museum but also figured thatd draw too much attention, so she finds a way to get a job there.. which is how she comes across BEATRICE HUZZAH 🎉 YALL I JUST FIGURED OUT MY OWN PLOT HOLE IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE TO YALL BUT HELL

- Also, Camila, Yasmin, Mary, Shannon, along with Beatrice are the candidates for the internship. (Camila and Beatrice are roommates) (Shannon and Mary are married and roommates WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!?!??) and YASMINE UHHH lives nearby (bc the internship also paid for housing, and Yasmin didn’t really require the housing still determining whether or not she is a nun)

- so Shannon and Mary were never nuns nor part of the convent, Beatrice is a reformed nun who decided art was more important than her vows (slay sister artist), Camila was getting her masters in cyber security but had always felt her true calling was art and saw this opportunity and took it, and yea I guess Yasmin is still a nun in this au but like of the more chill variety (so in terms of where she stays which is the convent, she was able to get lucky enough to commute back n forth to the museum due to the short distance)

- also Camila decided to either stay late with Beatrice one night/come pick bea up and witnesses the weird aforementioned thing Ava does in the sculpture or painting after being revived by the halo and unlike ya know screaming when she awoke 🥹😖 (god this is somehow sadder than the actual storyline wth imo) she has to silently cry instead out of the sculpture LIKE IN THAT ONE SCENE IN THE SHOW OMFG YOU KNOW THE ONE WHEN AVA AND MARY SLEEP IN THE CHURCH IN THAT ONE TOWN YEAH

- okay… so it is 5am but I am sticking with the sculpture idea bc the fucking teardrop sounds cool lollll like bea sees it, wipes her eyes blinking hard, and Camila is just like 🧍🏻”ayo they done sprung a leak in here???” BUT THIS TIME IT AINT A FUCKING LEAK YO WHAT??!??? CRAZY!???!?

- also yea Lilith DEF a security guard (so she has clearance to being in the museum late at night idc if thats not how it is irl this will be biblically accurate information in my au) and that is how she comes across bea and Camila (ooh woo *winks*) bc you already know im going to have Beatrice use Camila as leverage to steal Lilith’s heart so they can help get Ava outta the sculpture (also Camila and bea are allowed to stay late too yea yea bc they sectioned off apart of the museum for them to work where Ava’s sculpture happened to be hehehe, im scheming, gay scheming, if I may HEHEHEE)

- so like idk what else to add currently bc if el halo is still in Ava’s back when she gets out of the sculpture then she can magically walk again but like not immediately (bc like after she gets out bea, Camila, and Lilith too lol bc she will be the witchy bestie chasing after Camila like a lost puppy , ANYWAYS they realize that they cant just take a freaked out, unstable, Ava to the hospital w/o questions arising bc in this she was declared “missing” from the orphanage, ANYWAYS X2 Sorry I have adhd unmedicated, they take Ava back to bea and cam’s apartment nd call Shannon and Mary bc Mary is a nurse (we love a multi tasking queen) who helps alba and what not. Mary and Shannon come to find out what happened, but also bea and cam let ava stay “secretly” in their apartment so they can figure out wtf to do from there)

- nd like tbh i dont wanna make huge conflict bc ava already been hurt enough but after she gets out of the sculpture she gets to know bea and all that cute shit and gets to experience the life she missed out on, but that would create a plot hole bc if Lilith can sense the halo that means Francis can too (so who knows ava may find out the halo gives her powers and kills Francis by “accident” in this timeline too HAHAH) so maybe Francis sends the predecessor who created the sculpture only to find it shattered

I know this is getting away from the internship aspect of the story (im trying to be consistent bc like bea, cam, and Lilith needed to have a reason to be in the museum that late at night but like if they all worked there thatd be BORING so im improvising but THIS IS JUST BRAINSTORMING) and also kinda overshadowing yasmin (so as much as I love her she may just be a far removed side character reeeee)

- ANOTHA ONE, OKAY SO LIKE WHAT IF BEATRICE FOR SOME UNGODLY REASON HAS A NECKLACE THAT HAS DIVINIUM IN IT STARTS GLOWING AFTER AVA WAKES UP ANYTIME BEA IS NEAR THE SCULPTURE REEEEEEEE (yall the smile on my face bc I feel like I’ve cracked another code, or you could say YOU COULD SAY IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS)

- also like what if mommy- sorry mother 🥸 superion was like the person who overlooked their progress on their pieces, obviously bea is way ahead of everyone else, overachieving bichass [endearingly] 🙄 , but yea LOL

FUCK OKAY TIME TO PUT THIS IN A DOC BC MY HEAD HURTS STARING AT THIS WHITE SCREEN

#warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun au

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 11 months

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⛓️🔪🎇 👄 with Jane and Lucifer? Sorry if that's too much. I just love these headcanons. Thank you:)

NOT AT ALL ahhahaha i love when people enable my obsessions and special interests :)))))))) i could talk about my blorbos all day

⛓️ kinky headcanon

JANE: ooooh she'd def be into voyeurism i feel. like she'd just take special pleasure in Watching ahahah, not even necessarily sexual acts (that too though, i think she'd love to watch a woman masturbate that would be The Shit for her) but also like, think of the fireplace cleaning scene in my fic lol. pretty maid on her knees cleaning? uhhhh. jane has thoughts and feelings about it. i also feel like she'd like the idea of tying someone up haha and she'd enjoy some humiliation (i think she'd be into both humiliating and being humiliated tbh) but that's not like a main thing for her. she'd definitely loooove to spank someone and like, generally be in charge haha

LUCIFER: and well, lucifer? that's a kinky bastard if i ever saw one. i think there wouldn't be anything they haven't tried, honestly, if anything out of sheer boredom. BUT i think they are a big softie at heart who would Yearn to experience like. A Real Loving Connection and like really Make Love. i think curiosity would like gnaw at them and they'd like imagine what humans feel when they talk about that. but also..... i think they'd be both into sadism and masochism (the whole self hatred after the fall thing would like really play into their masochism i think). any type of receiving or inflicting pain. i think all other kinks are just kind of eh for them, like they would enjoy it kinda but it's like Whatever. they can't Fill The Void (nothing can). the only thing they would be REALLY into is the Wing Thing(TM) ahahahah and that is fandom canon at this point

(also while scrolling through a list of kinks for this i saw stygiophilia exists, and that is a fetish that involves sexual pleasure from the idea of going to hell or facing eternal punishment. i thought that was very funny bc idk lucifer ahhahaah)

🔪 dangerous headcanon

JANE: i think she'd be into getting caught -- which in victorian times would mean Bad Things and would actually be dangerous for her so she would never dare. but she'd fantasise about Being Watched ahahahah. as for anything physically dangerous like i guess nothing really comes to mind?

LUCIFER: what is dangerous when you are the ruler of hell???

🎇 orgasm headcanon

JANE: already Wrote Some Thoughts about this here!

LUCIFER: they have the best orgasms when their wings are stimulated :))))) but we all knew that

👄 making out headcanon

JANE: i think she Needs to control/lead the kiss. she'd also love like Aggressive makeout sessions ahahha

LUCIFER: i think they would appreciate the intimacy of a kiss. they only reserve it for special people though. it's more intimate than an orgasm for them. if they were really into someone they'd enjoy kissing them very slowly and deeply for a long time i feel

#i got an ask!

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erstwhilesparrow · 5 months

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any/all of 3 12 19 29, for ao3 wrapped?

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

[scrambles to ao3 to check what i posted this year] oh my god i posted so much this year. and i like so much of it too! i think i might actually be most proud of the body so quiet it can hear the soul? there's definitely stuff i put more time into (aufest fic) and stuff that required similar [reviewing a bunch of videos to get it right] (double life fic) but this one was so deeply weird and i put so much into it without giving myself away; i'm really happy it exists and that i did that!

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

oh boy. uhhhh. okay, counting only stuff that has a google doc created for it and that i do in fact fully intend to finish, it's... seven? rapid-fire it's: ethubs vs desertduo last life, wcsmp vampire hunter au, 3rd life mech au poetry collection, wra triptych, owen/martyn pirates smp, secret life post-lizzie's death, new life smp scott + sparrow exploring bodies.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

oooh. GOOD question. hm. i don't know that this is the kind of thing i ever really plan to do, i just watch videos and five minutes later i'm pacing in circles going, "okay, wow, scott smajor??" oh! flower husbands. i've heard tantalizing things about them recently and i'm wildly curious because i strongly suspect the fanon versions of them have had all their interesting edges sanded down and i want!! to know!! about the sharp parts!!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

mm. oh, it's gotta be one of the two trout ones, right? let's see...

Pixandria has long stood at the edge of imperial territories, styled itself as the last bastion before the wide, searing sweep of the desert. But it has never turned away travellers from Mezalea — messengers, or merchants, or those hopeful or determined or foolish enough to pluck up their mesa-grown roots and walk under the eye of the glaring sun with all their worldly possessions in tow — that show up on its streets. If the Fulgurant King’s carromancy carries reasons for the way Pixandria shuts itself up like a puzzle box undoing itself, those reasons don’t make themselves known to her expatriates.

it feels like it took effort to make the words come together, but the effort was worth it. like, the language fits together and does exactly what i want it to do? there's a lot of lines in this fic that just as easily could have been the answer here though.

#chattering sparrow #:D thank you for the ask!!

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cringelordofchaos · 8 months

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TMF Stacy headcanons!! (More like what her personality is in my imaginary fanfic)

- she's not exactly forward, she likes surprises and surprising people. (This most definitely turns off drew at first, because trust issues)(platonic stew/dracy is canon in this fic)

- she has a close bond with her mom

- her mom had always encouraged her to go with her heart, and not let others let her down. To go forward

- was the biggest pokemon fan during elementary school

- horse girl

- she is into fashion and wants to be a fashion designer when she grows up!!

- she's relatively neutral in her class's hierarchy, most people get along with her

- her mom is relatively young and works in one of those stereotypical professional companies or something as an assistant??

- maybe asian? Or part asian

- she is genuinely clumsy but uses it to her advantage

- she seems like the type of person to go with the flow but she actually plans and organizes a lot of events in her life. Though like I said she likes surprises so don't expect her to be too predictable

- when Luke rejects her she's sort of disappointed

- she sometimes sketches out outfit concepts, she's pretty good at it but is not too interested in drawing as much as she would like to get it in action

- she reads fashion magazines

- she is godawful at jokes. Sometimes unintentionally funny doe

- high empath (If I ever make that aforementioned fanfic I'm gonna utilize this to make platonic stew/dracy canon)

- ambivert, introvert leaning

- she never got to know her grandparents too much since she and her mom live far from them, but she did get to see them a few times and she feels like there's tension between them and her mom

- her mom is pretty successful

- she has no idea who her dad is. She never met him. Fatherless jokes are ineffective because they're true

- Really likes various aesthetics, her phone background is the most aesthetically aesthetic thing you've ever seen, she also really likes purple for some reason, and she really likes how the sky looks like when the moon comes

- she also really likes sunsets and sunrises. Beautiful

- loves crystals and shiny things. Like glowing things y'know

- Into dancing too

- maybe not the best make-up artist in the school but she's definitely up there

- humble

- expressive, autistic I MEANT TO WRITE artistic but you know what? I ain't deleting a thing

- vegetarian

- wait I need to give her flaws she's too perfect uhmmmmmmmm

- she can be a bit too persistent, and is always looking for the answer to her questions

- sometimes a bit too curious, coming as a form of detriment in her social relationships

- stubborn

- her mom thinks she wants to be a veterinarian when she grows up, or literally anything professional, but Stacy is embarrassed to say she just wants to design cute clothes, her mom wouldn't care doe

- slight anxiety

- her mom was a teenager when she was born and so she was judged by her parents and her then-boyfriend sort of dumped her which is why Stacy's mom tells Stacy to not let others let her down because she learned self acceptance (don't ask me why I HC this but. Stacy's mom angst potential??? Im probably the only one who thinks this way uhhhh

Can't wait for that :D

(these aren't even headcanons bro I literally just made an oc and splashed it onto an already existing character)

I might add onto this in the future idk

#tmf #the music freaks #tmf stacy #tmf stacey #the music freaks stacy #stacy tmf #stacy the music freaks #Stacy's mom #cw uh....#cw teenage pregnancy #??#also i i made the weird hc for stacys mom because she just looks so young #im sorry #angst potential #tmf dracy #tmf drew

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