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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 1 month

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AO3 Tag Game!

Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I'm gonna stick with just this fandom/this account for this one to make it less confusing

How many works do you have on AO3?

44. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count bi-demon-ium or my old account or my older account or

What’s your total AO3 word count?

Okay this one it won't let me separate by pseud or fandom so you're just gonna have to live with being lumped in with all my MBS and a few other misc fics at "653,461". Didn't get the other accounts though. Man, I'm a mess

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,

(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)

Ted Lasso (obviously) (44) (including snippet collections)

The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (also including snippet collections)

Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)

House MD (1)

Death by Dying (1)

Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)

ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)

King Falls AM (1)

The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)

Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)

Professor Layton (1)

The Librarians (2)

The Sandman (1)

The Mentalist (2)

Star Trek (AOS) (1)

Sanders Sides (at least 1)

Miraculous Ladybug (1)

Rosewell: New Mexico (2)

The Dresden Files (1)

That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,

for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Sherlock

Psych

Castle

Welcome to Night Vale

Avengers

A Series of Unfortunate Events

And then stuff I've written for but never finished:

Warehouse 13

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)

Dirk Gently (2010)

SurrealEstate

Zoo (podcast)

Once Upon a Time

Scooby Doo

Person of Interest

The Goes Wrong Show

Spy Kids (???)

Ace Attorney

The Adventure Zone

Criminal Minds

Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)

Haven

MacGyver

Trollhunters

exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo

Leverage

Pushing Daisies

The Sarah Jane Adventures

Megamind

Bones

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Lucifer

Some of these are deeply questionable and/or only have like two (2) wips or even posted works at most, but I'm thorough. Also, I will write about almost anything bc my brain loves to process things like this. I may have even missed something

Top five fics by kudos:

Ted Lasso Kisses Trent Crimm On The Mouth (1125)

semaphore (977)

off the handle (719)

linger (699) (nice)

a preacher, a bikini, and a kiss or two (641)

Do you respond to comments?

I really try to, but then I get all in my head about it and/or am really really tired and put it off so long it then feels like it would be weird to respond because it's been forever. However, if there's a direct question or something I want to address/respond to, as in, I have something particularly unique to say or a question to answer, then I'll usually respond really fast

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, a lot of the time I'll have a first chapter I was initially going to end really angsty (see ink sunset and make a mess of you) and then added more to fix it at least somewhat. As is... maybe the somewhat unresolved emotional tension (for Ted and Trent, at least, Roy's doing great) in something to get off my chest, the +1 for betrayal's sting / absolution's balm? I have some worse ones in an old fandom on an old account but. meh.

Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but I rotate them in my brain. Honestly, though, I'm more inclined to write a fusion than a crossover proper. And even so, I tend to just be thinking about it rather than actually writing it. I've only written one crossover in recent memory (recently, that is) and it was mostly a joke about a shared actress made into actual angst.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah lmao

Do you write smut?

😏 sure do

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

👁️👁️ not in this fandom

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! also not in this fandom

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

In this fandom? Trent/Ted. overall? no idea, because recency bias, my all-time favorite is whatever I'm into right now, which isn't really objective but hyperfixationitis.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

:( so many. AND there are a lot of posted fics I want to write a sequel/companion piece for and idk if I'll ever get the energy...

I guess off the top of my head, for this fandom, I'd go with lost sight of (who you are) (motivation died because it's old enough no one knows it exists anymore lkfgjh) and ink sunset (I WANNA FINISH IT I DO I DO I DO)

What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write a really funny string of dialogue, and I'm also fond of fun metaphors, both in the elegant poetic way and in the more Douglas Adams/Terry Pratchett way (which is to say, still potentially elegant but also comedic as hell)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I'm extremely bad at linguistics in general, so if I must include someone talking in another language in my fic, I think I'd tend to cheat and do italics or some other indication that this is 'in another language' (ie "Where are you going?" she asked in Russian), but that's admittedly a lazy approach. But I also think it's probably better than butchering it with an auto-translator? Also, when people just include the translation in the end notes, even with a link (although that makes it marginally better) it breaks the flow of the story and makes it hard to read. Making an effort to at least match grammar is good (which I would do if it was for longer than a single scene, probably) but I think the best solution is when people know what they're doing and like, have an actual translation with a little html code so you can click on it and it reveals what it means? Or if you're clever, revealing what it means using context around it, but that has its own limitations. So that both like, uses the actual language and doesn't break up the flow. It balances accessibility, flow, and respect for the other language in question well. But you've got to both know what you're doing with the language (either asking someone/hiring someone/knowing the language yourself) and the html (although there are guides for that you'd have to spend time figuring it out + know it exists in the first place to look). And this is fanfiction, something we ultimately do for free in our spare time, so the lazy approach, I think, can be understandable. Maybe not in every context, but it's not worth stressing a lot over in a few random lines or anything, you know? It is really cool when people do know a language well enough to include it properly in a fic, though, it can say a lot about a character or dynamic; and their background(s) and like. it's neat :)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Ever? Doctor Who. In a shitty little notebook in middle school. Then there was some Star Trek (both TNG and TOS) and Avatar: the Last Airbender and Marvel and such, and then Supernatural (my first smut? extremely terrible Destiel smut. rip) and I think the first thing I ever posted was Welcome to Night Vale? Not sure.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:

matters of the heart

trick & treat

vita nova

melt like this

"second impressions"

"reveal"

probably those time travel snippets, just in general

tagging:

PLEASE, if you want to do this, I'm begging you, tag me in it and do it. i'm too tired to come up with names im so sorry

#long post #tag game #:)#gertspeak

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lucisprettyboy · 30 days

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Blog Intro

Hi! I'm Luci but you can call me Lou or Luc. I've recently started writing in the last few years, one fandom I'm really enjoying coming up with fic ideas for is Hazbin Hotel. It's one of my obsessions right now. I also draw! So if you ever want art with an ask or a headcannon just ask! I would love to tbh.

Requests/Commissions:

Open (If you're paying for a piece, written or drawn, prices are negotiable. I plan to set up a Kofi but requests are all free.)

Things I'll write

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Headcannons for any of those three things

Kinks I won't write (or discuss in my asks)

Rape/noncon (unless it's discussed as a kink and boundaries are set by both parties before the scene)

Scat/fart kink

Vore

Specifically, I won't write Valentino from Hazbin Hotel. I just don't like him in any way.

DNI List:

Transphobes/Terfs

CisHet Men (I'm a queer transmasc, I'm not in your demographic anyway)

Minors (that's a bigggg no no)

Pedos and Zoophiles (nothing else to say besides stay far away from me)

Incest enjoyers (big ass fucking EW)

Racists (I'm black, wtf do you expect?)

Zionists (very obvious why)

Nazis (again, you wouldn't even like me anyway)

Loli/Shota enjoyers (again, EW)

If you fall into any of these you'll be blocked on sight and I will send the firing squad.

You can send thirsts about characters (or just horny stuff in general) to my ask box. As long as they fit into the rules I've set, go nuts.

Fandoms I like/write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Invader Zim

Five Nights At Freddy's

Obey Me

Cult of the Lamb

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Resident Evil

Jujustu Kaisen

Honkai Star Rail

Genshin Impact

My Hero Academia (on occasion)

Stranger Things

Spy x Family

Umbrella Academy

The Stanley Parable

My faves to talk/write about

Lucifer

Vox

Alastor

Lute

Charlie

Leon Kennedy

Gojo Satoru

Neuvilette

Sundrop

Five

Zim

The Narrator from Stanley Parable

Shigaraki

Masterlist (Links and WIPs)

AO3 Links:

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader)

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Obey Me: Belphie x Reader, Beel x Reader)

The Sun Gets Lonely In The Sky (FNAF: Sundrop x Reader)

I'd Give You The World (MHA: Mina Ashido x Reader)

Tumblr Links:

Out Of Salt (Hazbin Hotel: Angel Dust x Reader)

Hazbin and Helluva characters with Rouge the Bat like reader (Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Blitzø, Beelzebub, Veronica, and Fizzarolli x reader)

WIPs:

E.T (Invader Zim: Zim x Reader) (WIP)

The Morning Stars (Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader) (WIP)

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader) part 2 (WIP)

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ohmygodshesinsane · 3 months

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march soulmates... I spy a stray jilychallenge... 👀👀

You caught me 😅 This one has been a WIP for far too long and it only has two scenes left! I just keep hitting a brick wall... but I'm hoping I can work through it soon and finally share it, because it's one I'm very excited about!

If you knew, he thinks gravely, as she looks up at him, green eyes round and the picture of innocence. The swell of her breasts are visible and heaving with each breath above the firmness of the black kirtle that peeks through the slash of her gown’s neck. If she is an agent of Satan – if this business of soulmates has only ever been Lucifer’s lie – he will gladly descend to hell for the chance to look upon her just this day. If he did not fear for her life he would confess and give himself over to justice. Is it justice? To prevent a marriage of love? To condemn for a curse not chosen? To separate souls?

#annabtg #wip game #ask game #fanfic #writing #jily #hp

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disappearinginq · 2 months

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5, 7, 13, and 20 for fanfic asks?

5. Fic most proud of writing This is a toss up - because I am one of those people who likes their own stuff a lot. :-D But, one of the Big Three: Damnatio Memoriae from the Lucifer fandom, Running Up That Hill for Agenst of SHIELD, and Wrong Side of Heaven for Magnum 2018. Mostly for different reasons, but they all have the same vein of "I got mad at canon and I fixed it".

Lucifer was a roller coaster for me - I loved season 1, season 2 was okay, 3 made me want to throw something at the screen 90% of the time, season 4 WAS EPIC, and I gave up halfway through season 5 and never finished the series. Damnatio was written because I wanted much more involvement of the supernatural, not just a therapy/self discovery mixed in with crime of the week. Also, being raised adjacent to Catholicism, I was getting really irritated that they weren't even using the comic lore, and missing the basic fundamentals of the sources they were pulling from. This story had a lot of reader feedback, to the point of it being almost choose your own adventure. As it went on, I would ask readers to pick from two options that I had rolling around in my head, and it actually worked really well to keep the ball moving with my writing.

Running Up That Hill was again another one where I just got mad at canon, but because I don't like the narrative of "these people are exempt from moral standards while this person is Wrong No Matter What", and I probably would've let it slide except the issue I had was that the one that Wrong No Matter What had all of his life changing trauma as a child and then had it reinforced his entire adult life. Everyone else was an adult when Bad Things happened, and I don't like the hypocrisy of saying "get over it" to someone who legitimately doesn't have the toolset to do that.

Wrong Side I love because this actually was my first foray into something that had no supernatural elements to it whatsoever, and based firmly in reality, and a reality I knew pretty well. I wasn't a huge fan of how the TV show just glossed over the fact that these guys were POW's for a year and a half of a terrorist organization that tortures and kills people with such violence that they became a whole new subsect of terrorism. Like, no, these guys aren't just going to walk away without an issue. And the fact that they were sold out by someone who said to have loved them? AND THEY HAVE NO FALL OUT FROM THIS?! Get fucked, shitty narrative. Suicide in the veteran community is at a high not seen since post-WWII, and these fuckers have the audacity to suggest that you're just being a little bitch if you can't acclimate to civilian life.

7. Favorite ship to write Well, that's pretty easy - none. Romance is rarely done well, and I have never liked anyone enough to relate to the narrative of "Well, I'm throwing all of my friendships out the window because now I have a RomAnTic InTereSt" and it irritates me to no end. if anything, my favorite ship is between Captain Kirk and the Enterprise.

13. Latest fic written/last WIP? A fix it fic for Yellowstone that showcases the brothers Kayce and Jamie, and because I am on a western kick, research for a Magnificent Seven fic that will likely never see the light of day, but I still love the show and the characters, where Ezra (the gambler from Georgia) is a spy for the Union during the Civil War.

20. Hardest Character to write/get the characterization right for? The female characters written by men. And I realize that sounds really weird, but because I swear to god men don't understand being a woman, they're just shit at writing them, and they say/do the dumbest things because guys would do that shit, or, worse, the guys writing the character are using them as hyperboles for women they think did them wrong. And then because the writers don't understand them, I can't understand them, and they wind up being the people that in real life, I'd want to hit with my car. Beth Dutton is a great example of this - some of the things she says that I know are supposed to come off as "strong, powerful woman" make me physically recoil and hide my face with a pillow while watching because What the fuck nobody would ever say that and it's actually cringeworthy. Until women started getting involved in the writing process for Magnum and Lenkov was fired, I absolutely wanted to stab Higgins in 90% of her scenes. Post Lenkov - I actually found her really sweet sometimes, and actually relatable.

That being said, the other ones that I'm not good at because it is so far outside my sphere of comprehension are characters like Angie or Dani off of Will Trent and Prodigal Son. I love those characters, they are complex and unique and I love them, but I don't have relatable experience to them at all, and they are some of the hardest people I have tried to write (which is why I don't have fic in those fandoms even though I love them).

#asks answered #games we play #whew #had to think about a couple of these for a hot minute

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bi-demon-ium · 1 month

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AO3 Tag Game!

Tagged by @mvshortcut :) I did it here as well but now I'm doing it for this fandom/account bc I CAN (a lot of this will be directly copy/pasted if applicable im sowwy)

How many works do you have on AO3?

116. (Including snippet collections.) For this fandom/account. Far more if you count others,

What’s your total AO3 word count?

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Okay, well, this one by nature is also not solely for this fandom,

(number in parentheses is number of ao3 works posted)

The Mysterious Benedict Society (116) (including snippet collections)

Ted Lasso (44) (also including snippet collections)

Instinct (2) (one is a small snippet collection--)

House MD (1)

Death by Dying (1)

Gravity Falls, technically, but it was one crossover (1)

ditto with The Legend of Zelda (1)

King Falls AM (1)

The House in the Cerulean Sea (6)

Shadowhunters (??? at least 36) (some now hidden/lost)

Professor Layton (1)

The Librarians (2)

The Sandman (1)

The Mentalist (2)

Star Trek (AOS) (1)

Sanders Sides (at least 1)

Miraculous Ladybug (1)

Rosewell: New Mexico (2)

The Dresden Files (1)

That's stuff posted to ao3/finished. There's also, technically,

for stuff I published when I was twelve and I now refuse to acknowledge (not all bc of the fandom but bc the fic was Bad):

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Sherlock

Psych

Castle

Welcome to Night Vale

Avengers

A Series of Unfortunate Events

And then stuff I've written for but never finished:

Warehouse 13

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (2016)

Dirk Gently (2010)

SurrealEstate

Zoo (podcast)

Once Upon a Time

Scooby Doo

Person of Interest

The Goes Wrong Show

Spy Kids (???)

Ace Attorney

The Adventure Zone

Criminal Minds

Star Trek (TOS, TNG, and DS9)

Haven

MacGyver

Trollhunters

exactly one (1) joke The Magnus Archives fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians + The Kane Chronicles + Tales of Apollo

Leverage

Pushing Daisies

The Sarah Jane Adventures

Megamind

Bones

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Lucifer

Top five fics by kudos:

I was gonna have the snippets collections not count but I've got so many exact ties it doesn't matter.

gemini schmemini (136)

kate and her bucket sitting in a tree, S-P-Y-I-N-G (98)

caught (81)

[insert poetic title here] (81)

affectionate gestures<3 (81)

of rube goldbergs and weather machines (74)

tumblr snippets: mbs edition (74)

keeping out the cold (70)

birdsong (70)

Number Two Regrets Her Life Choices™ (68)

timeline? i don't know her (68)

That's actually 6 bc I made a mistake but I've already color coded them so whatever

Do you respond to comments?

And this fandom's smaller so if I'm slightly more likely to respond 😭

Also when I know who's commenting personally which is al ot more likely

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Honestly, I'm not a huge unhappy ending person, but. uhhh

solo

bring me home (in a blinding dream)

hollowed

seasalt

checkmate

dark side of the moon

wretched clarity

cruel kindness

green-eyed monster

the naming of cats

curled & crushed

oops

I didn't even look at the snippet collections lkgfhjh

Do you write crossovers?

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Yeah lmao

Do you write smut?

😏 ......not for this fandom. That I'd post anyway

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

👁️👁️ not. Directly in this fandom

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!! also not in this fandom

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

In this fandom? Nicholas/Milligan. Overall, ever? Recency bias/hyperfixationitis says whatever I'm into the most at the moment. But generally for MBS I prefer gen (although I've written a lot of Nicholas/Milligan, that's partially because it's blissfully easier to find gen already)

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

SO many

Particularly minotaur, the dearly departed, and the "paralyzed" series. Oh and the hanahaki AU

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Motivating myself to write anything; being overly self-indulgent

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Oh, man. I have no idea. Here's a few favorites from this fandom:

cain's lament

minotaur

shades of green

a hope in hell

Number Two Regrets Her Life Choices™

tagging:

PLEASE, if you want to do this, I'm begging you, tag me in it and do it. i'm too tired to come up with names im so sorry

#long post #gertspeak #tag game #:)

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interact-if · 2 years

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Day 3 of our Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month Featured Author Interviews, continuing with Nacre!

Nacre, Author of Joint Venture.

Five years have passed since Eric died in the hands of the Agency. All this time you’ve been on the run with your brother’s murderers on your heels. One day, during a mission on your own, you meet some mysterious strangers who intervene with your plans. Although they turn out to be old friends with your brother, you’re not sure whether you can trust them. Nevertheless you share the same goal: earning back your freedom by taking down the Agency. You play as an ex-agent trying to solve the murder of your brother while you are hiding from your former employers who, unfortunately, want to see you dead too.

Read more about Joint Venture here. Play the Demo here. Tags: Crime, spy-fi, romance, action, conspiracy, bromance

Nacre is also the author of Morning Star, a dark fantasy game where you play as Lucifer. You can play that demo here.

[INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!]

Q1. Hello! Could you tell us a little bit about to yourself and your project?

I’m nacre (she/her), an aro girl with both Mongolian and Turkish descent and the writer of “Joint Venture'' and “Morning Star'' (and a third project, but it’s still veery early in development). The one I started writing first was Joint Venture, even long before I knew what interactive fiction was, so it will always have a special place in my heart. The project itself and the story (and a bunch of other things related to it) shifted a lot over time and I’m still unsure what to call it exactly, but for simplicity's sake: it’s an espionage thriller with sci-fi elements, set in an unspecified country very similar to the USA. The MC used to work in a secret facility founded by the government until their brother was murdered and their own life was threatened by the incident too; though they don’t know what the incident actually is. Now they are on the run and spend their days trying to survive. One day, they meet a bunch of people who are more or less in the same situation as them and they decide to work together. I know, I’m not particularly good at making things sound interesting or at times even understandable, but yeah…that’s the WiP in a nutshell!

Q2. What inspired your current project?

Apart from gaining personal satisfaction by making badass OCs, I dig conspiracy theories and spy-fi (who would’ve thought?). I’ve drawn inspiration from a lot of things, some even seemingly unrelated stuff, but the most impact definitely had movies when it comes to JV. To name a few: Salt, Red Sparrow, The Tourist (positive) and Mission Impossible, Liam Neeson and Jason Statham movies in general (negative) stuck with me the most for different reasons. Positive is self-explanatory, I think, but when I say negative, I don’t mean the movies themselves are bad; it’s just that I’m over-analyzing everything and don’t let others enjoy movies by pointing out all of the flaws. Like that’s impossible, even if the title literally says “Mission Impossible” and then they do it (bruh). And it made me want to write something myself, something that wasn’t so ridiculously absurd. Like, ok, not do-able for you and me, but imagine someone trained for it their whole life? Yes. Not that my own story will be flawless, no, no, far be it from being that, but well, what can I say, I’m an entitled hypocrite lol.

Q3. Do you pull from your own identity for inspiration? How has that been reflected in your work?

This question made me think a lot, because I don’t even know what exactly my identity is. People like me, who grew up in a different country as their parents did (and in my case they did in a different country than their ancestorsdid) don’t really belong to anywhere, always floating somewhere in-between the many cultures, religions, beliefs and ethnicities with which they are supposed to resonate. So, whatever my identity may be, in the end I’m an individual with my own opinions, values and beliefs and that definitely shows in my writing.

Q4. What are you most excited about your project?

Everything, really. I’m super excited about being able to share my story in general and everything I add makes me feel so accomplished; it’s surreal. Every piece I write and you guys read and eventually make a comment about, be it a major plot revelation or some small detail that only one of you caught; it’s all making me incredibly happy and spurting me on to do more.

Of course there are moments in my stories where I put more effort in writing because I want them to feel special and I think these moments are especially the developments of the different relationships between characters; be it the MC and a RO or them among themselves. People are so complex and so are their relationships and I want the readers to explore all kinds of dynamics.

Q5. What has your experience writing an IF and with the IF community been like?

I’m not interacting much with the community tbh, since I’m barely active on any kind of social media other than Tumblr and even that is pretty scarce. I’m also shy when it comes to the internet (don’t ask me why, I’m just an awkward lurker, leave me alone). But of course there are lots of people I like, admire and who inspire me and I want to thank all the creators for their investment in this community. It’s only thanks to them that I myself was able to learn coding and build the courage to make my own IFs.

As for writing: it’s hard, but coding is harder, RIP. Seriously, all these commands and what not are at times so confusing; like my brain refuses to process any thoughts whenever I am met with a coding example. I always need a minute to take a deep breath and relax before I understand what’s in front of me. And writing can be difficult too, because there are just some points in life where you have a complete block and it won’t go away. And it’s not something you can actively make go away either, so there’s that.

But apart from that, I write for fun and I’m adamant on keeping it that way. That basically means that I’ll stop the moment I feel it stressing me out, because I don’t want it to be a bad experience. Sending out an apology to all my readers btw, because my stories will most likely take at least a century to finish (love yall <3).

Q6. What changes in the IF community would you like to see?

Ehhh, I’m the kind of person who doesn’t really see problems unless I’m directly confronted with them. Ask again, when I’m complaining (don’t worry I do that very often).

Q7. What piece of advice would you give to fellow creators?

Only one (it’s a good one I promise): Whatever you do, do it for yourself. Seriously, the only person you owe an explanation to is you.

So write what you like, however you like it and most importantly, do it at your own pace! And if you don’t like an idea anymore, be it after 10 or 100.000 words- just scrap it. Don’t throw it away completely, because you might use it for other things or bring it back again, but if you don’t like it no one can force you to continue. So, like I said, do what you want and if it’s starting another story in addition to your 500 existing ones, go for it.There’s no stopping creative minds and inspiration, just let it flow~

#if: events #Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month #API 2022

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angstmongertina · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday Results/Sentences

Hello, it is I, late again because I got distracted cooking last night. (It was worth it though. I love cola wings and daikon soup.) ANYWAY, be forewarned: I had some wine with dinner because treat yoself, so these sentences and my rambling may make less sense than usual. OH WELL. That's a problem for me (and you guys, which I feel slightly more bad about).

ALSO ANYWAY, accountability sentences under the cut, as usual! (Minus Yuletide, as before.)

Face to Face: Nadia/Thomas (1 sentence technically before last weeks but sometimes I write things out of order, much like my thought process)

He couldn’t exactly blame them; even without the added inspiration of a social event, Lady Nadia had always been beautiful, had always been near impossible to tear one’s eyes away from, and she had clearly gone far beyond that standard for the ball.

That Which Binds Us: Chrobin slowburn (3 sentences)

“You are thinking of something in particular.” It was an observation, not a question, and not a particularly difficult one to draw, and yet something that looked like surprise flickered in her gaze. If the situation weren’t so serious, he might even have felt insulted.

Officium et Honestas: SWTOR Regency AU (4 sentences)

Earl Barcaria would have his pardon, and with little more of payment than an unspoken pledge to avoid the topic of conversation until such a time that she deemed appropriate to discuss the matter in more detail. Unhappily for her, Lord Theron made perfectly clear through his pointed looks that she could not delay such a time indefinitely. Then again, in light of their upcoming engagement, even without his persistence, the matter could not remain hidden for much longer. It was in consideration of these matters that the ensuing days passed in a flurry of engagements and preparations, leaving her scarcely any tranquility for the thorough contemplation she needed to make sense of such matters.

Mission M-Possible: Obey Me Spy AU (1 sentence but I wrote more because I forgot how much I was excited about this)

She glanced at him as he walked, each step measured perfectly to match hers, from the corner of her eye. Ostensibly, he was providing information to her, as a new recruit to the team, but she knew better than to believe anything at face value. Particularly since the information seemed directed solely to her, and not to the other two newcomers. Plus, there was the matter of his seeming just a little too eager to inform her about anyone ranking above Lucifer in the organization.

Revelations: VaLia 'verse 2 angst 2 suffer (1 sentence, thank you to the dear person enabling me)

She was a coward.

Thank you for reading! Also a bonus I love you @teaandinanity! :D

#Tina rambles.#Tina liveblogs her writing struggles.#WIP Wednesday

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freudianslumber · 10 months

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Today, Tomorrow and Forever

Summary: Angel Elvis went through Hell when being falsely accused of betraying God. Eventually found true love with LAPD narcotics officer B.B. King.

Author’s Notes: Guess I might as well take that leap of faith. What started out as jotting down headcanons or a few ideas turned into a 7000+ words WIP. Well it is my first fan fic ever, and might also be my last. I was going to post it on AOx3 but have no patience to wait until my account request goes through. Since not many people are posting m/m fiction in the Elvis fandom at Tumblr I thought I might as well put this out. Or maybe I just wanted some indication all that time I spent writing this weekend was not completely wasted.

Chapter 1 Hell's Angel

Pairing: incubi x Elvis Presley (m/m), succubi x Elvis Presley (f/m)

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: 18+, Gang rape, Physical abuse, Drugging, Colonel Parker

Elvis was the choir leader in the angel choir in Heaven. He was young and carefree, living with his parents, Gladys and Vernon. His buddies included Jerry, George, Charlie, Red and Sonny. One day he accidentally walked into Red and Sonny's secret devil worshipping ritual. He was shocked and couldn't believe the two of them were betraying God and plotting to aid the Devil in overtaking Heaven. Red and Sonny tried to convince him to join them in their espionage, Elvis refused and wanted to warn the other angels. That was when he was hit hard on the head by Red and passed out. Red and Sonny then tied him up and called others to come over. They claimed Elvis was a spy from Hell and was captured by them. As evidence, the two provided a map of Heaven in demon language, supposedly seized from Elvis when they caught him.

When Elvis woke up, he was in the middle of a large stadium with tens of thousands of angels watching him being put on a public trial. There was a panel of archangels acting as judges. God was not personally present, but they all knew he was presiding over the proceedings behind the scenes somewhere. Elvis tried to defend himself by telling the truth, swearing his loyalty to God. However, the evidence was against him. The angel guards raided his home and were able to find multiple Devil worshipping emblems and demonic potions. They even caught a demon who confessed he was the messenger through whom Elvis was transmitting information to the Devil. Red and Sonny both testified against him. Although Jerry and Charlie tried to defend him, it simply wasn't enough, and the masses of angels turned against Elvis. They screamed angrily: "Destroy this traitor!" "Banish him to Hell!". At that point Elvis knew deep inside that he had no chance of clearing himself, he pleaded with the judges to spare his parents and let him bare all the punishment. Suddenly the thunderous voice of God was heard resounding over the stadium: "Elvis, I'm so disappointed in you! You were my favorite in the Heavenly Choir, you have the sweetest voice among all the angels. This betrayal can never be forgiven! I will break your wings and ostracize you forever from Heaven, so you can follow Lucifer if you want! As for your parents, I'll spare their angelhood, but they just couldn't stop wailing and defending you! I have no choice but to take away their voices and lock them away in angel prison!" Elvis couldn't believe his ears, he started yelling at the top of his lungs with tears streaming down his face: "No!! Don't do that to Mama and Daddy!! They did nothing wrong and they are everything I have! God, please take my life! I am ready and willing to take this punishment if you leave them alone!..." However the only answer he got was a strike of lightening and the blinding pain he felt with the realization the bones in his angel wings were crushed. With shouts of "Condemn him!" "Down with the traitor!" circling in his head, Elvis fell from the sky like a bird that had been shot in the wings.

When he slowly came back to consciousness again, Elvis felt every nerve in his body was on fire. It was so abnormally hot he thought he was in an oven, he was covered in sweat all over. He licked his cracked lips and murmured "water...", then he tried to move but realized that he was in restraints again. Except this time he had lost his angel robe, so he was naked as the day he was born. With throbbing in his head, he regarded his surroundings and found that he was lying flat on a steel-plated counter in the middle of a cave. His hands were chained to the walls on each side of him, he could minimally wiggle the arms but really there was not much give to do anything else. There was a leather collar around his neck which was secured to the steel plate beneath him. Similarly his waist was encircled by a broad leather belt which strapped him down without fail. His entrapment was complete with ropes and chains which kept his legs bent at the knees and spread widely apart. His wings were in a spread position as well but they were paralyzed, any attempt to move them sent unbearable shooting pain through his entire body.

Suddenly one hand ran through the feathers in his left wing, he shivered a little due to the ultra-sensitivity he seemed to be having currently all over. A voice sounded which seemed familiar, but he couldn't place where he had heard it before: "My boy, look at you! One day you are an angel frolicking in Heaven and the next you are tossed like a useless toy into Hell!" Hell?!! Elvis' mind shuddered along with the quick realization that this was the only logical conclusion of where he was at. A thumb played with his bottom lip, "you must be thirsty, do you want something to drink? As you know it's scorching 365 days a year down here! Haha!!" Finally a face appeared above him revealing the source of this cruel laughter. A red and paunchy demon with a Fedora hat over gray balding hair looked into his eyes: "You don't remember me? I was your manager Colonel Parker from a past life. Elvis you are still the same, always get yourself into trouble." Colonel? Elvis mulled over the title in his mind, but remained completely fuzzy about his past. The Colonel brought a tantalizing glass of water above his mouth and offered to him. "Want a drink? This is very precious down here!" Elvis's Adam's Apple moved up and down with difficulty, his throat was so dry he could barely form a sentence. He closed his eyes, opened his mouth longingly, knowing full well that he was accepting hydration from a demon in Hell. Lukewarm water started pouring steadily into his mouth, he gulped it down, ended up choking slightly before the stream stopped.

After a few minutes, Elvis opened his eyes and spoke for the first time: "Thank you, sir. But why am I here and why am I tied up?". Parker's little demon eyes lit up: "Why, this is where you belong! Look where following God got you, damaged and abandoned! He has imprisoned your family! The dark lord had been mistreated by God the same way in the past and was also tossed out of Heaven, that's why he takes pity in you and is taking you under his protective black wings! Come on, tell us the secret of the Heavenly defense system and we will help you free your Mama and Daddy!" Elvis bit his bottom lip: "And what if I don't?" The grin on Parker's face froze up, his facial muscles spasmed for a second, then slowly morphed into a twisted smile: "My boy, you know the smart choice here... Or else we have ways to convince you." He placed a hand on Elvis' soft lower belly, stroking it a few times, causing a nervous twitch there. The blue-eyed boy took a deep breath, then a very determined look came over his face: "No! I will never follow the Devil! I'll find a way to clear my name before God and save my parents myself!" For a moment the Colonel seemed stunned by this open defiance, but quickly he squeezed a few words from between his teeth: "My boy, that's foolish! It's obvious that you need a few lessons before you can start to think clearly." A loud snap was then heard across the cave, Elvis' brain then registered that it was the sound of his right ankle bone cracking apart as Parker took a forceful swing at it with his cane. His anguished cry was accompanied with a failed attempt to withdraw his right ankle by instinct. Then the cold reality set in that he was in a very exposed and vulnerable position in a torture chamber in Hell. Parker smirked and spoke nonchalantly: "Just a small taste of what's to come, let me know when you change your mind. You know I always take good care of you my boy..." He slowly stroked Elvis' cheek one time, then left whistling a happy tune.

A moment later, a group of at least 7 or 8 demons crowded into the chamber. Most were males, there were two females, all of them buck naked. Elvis heard some whispers amongst them, some of them drooling, others stroking their hard cocks and moaning. The tallest one in the group let out a whistle: "Look what we have here, angel boy from up above. I heard he is a great singer too. We haven't seen one of these in hundreds of years!" This was answered by a lot of nods and eager hand-rubbing, lust-filled eyeing. He grabbed Elvis' chin and forced his jaw to open, "Mmm, such luscious and inviting lips and mouth, I can hardly refrain myself from putting my cock inside!" Then his fingers trailed down from the trembling victim's neck to one of his nipples and pinched it hard. Elvis screeched at the foreign sensation, but then felt a strange warmth going through his body, and a conspicuous redness started to spread rapidly from his face down to his upper chest. Then the demon turned his attention to Elvis' white angel wings. He took a hold of a small handful of feathers, admiring the silky smoothness of them, smirked: "so beautiful, God's proud creation, too bad you'll soon wish you had ugly bat wings like us incubi". In a swift motion he violently tore out the feathers in his hand, smiling at the blood seeping out from the delicate skin underneath and enjoying a pained grunt from its owner.

Another Incubi's impatient shout interrupted him: "Hurry up to the part where we fuck him already! We've all waited so many years and he's our reward after we fought back thousands in fierce competition, can we get on with it boss?" The incubi leader laughed: "Settle down, kiddo! We got plenty of time! Besides, it's more fun when we get a reaction from our guest too!" With this he grabbed Elvis' member which to the angel's utter horror was aching and starting to grow harder during this time. His torturer grinned and stroked the part effortlessly and roughly until it became fully erect. "Look how pretty he is down here", the incubi leader held the member in one hand and pulled back the foreskin with his other one, revealing the deep pink perfectly shaped head, along with small amount of precum at the tip. This was greeted with a bunch of Woos and Ahs and louder sounds of masturbation from the increasing raucous crowd. That was the moment when Elvis finally realized that the "water" he had drunk earlier from Parker was an aphrodisiac. I should have never trusted that monster, he thought to himself, feeling so ashamed but was unable to stop his body from showing signs of excitement with any stimulation.

The incubi leader dropped Elvis' cock against his abdomen, crouched down at the end of the counter and spread apart Elvis' buttocks, turning his attention to the tight entrance nestled therein. Ignoring the angel's gasp, he abruptly pushed two thick digits inside and forced them all the way to his knuckles. The pain crashed over Elvis so fast he let out another scream while trying to struggle against his bondage in vain, his voice already hoarse from screaming. He also felt some tearing inside of him as the incubus triumphantly withdrew his fingers, showing streaks of fresh blood dripping along them, "Look! Our sweet angel boy is a virgin, just as I suspected!" Well-prepared, he produced a dildo out of nowhere and without hesitation impaled Elvis with it. The resulting agony felt like a large drill splitting Elvis apart, he was suddenly drenched in cold sweats and was breathing so fast he almost passed out. The incubus giggled as he put a gag into Elvis' mouth: "Calm down and stop screaming! I'm only trying to prepare you for what comes next. Soon you won't have enough of this!" Next, he proceeded to thrust the dildo in and out of Elvis in a faster and faster pace, using blood as lube. At the same time he grabbed a hold of Elvis' member which had gone limp from the shear pain he caused and began to pump it incessantly in concert. This torture went on for an unclear duration of time while the observing group was enjoying the view and the sound of skin on skin, some of them having released their loads several times. Finally Elvis' cock became unbelievably hard again, and the sensation in his rectum turned into a burning numbness. Elvis was sure the aphrodisiac he consumed earlier was the only thing that was keeping him this side of consciousness, also driving his body to act in inconceivable ways. His pelvis was actually starting to squirm and buck against his restraints, chasing after the dildo each time it was briefly removed. Irrational pleasure washed over him and partially covered the pain. Suddenly the incubi leader took out the dildo and replaced it with four of his fingers, and he curled it expertly inside of Elvis and hit that heretofore undisturbed spot head on. Elvis' eyes rolled up as ropes of white release shot from his abused member, covering his belly and chest.

As Elvis laid panting and spent on the counter, coming down from his drug-induced high, the incubi leader was heard as saying cheerfully: "What a great start! I've prepared him well for all of us. It's a wonderful feast for everyone, let's dig in and enjoy!" At the sound of this announcement, all the incubi leapt into action, some were so eager you could hear them grinding their teeth, their arrowhead shaped tails swaying while they swarmed over the poor angel. The incubi leader couldn't pass up the opportunity to be the first to enter Elvis' virgin hole, so he immediately pushed his huge dick inside, thrusting hard and fast while groaning with immense satisfaction. Another incubus eagerly pumped Elvis' sensitive cock alternatively with his mouth and his hands, forcing it to achieve another painful erection. A succubus wrenched the pretty boy's mouth open and sat on it sans the gag, grinding while instructing: "Stick your tongue as far as you can go, give mama a swirl and suck on my pearl! And don't you dare thinking about biting cause I swear I'll crush your jaw!". Another succubus was sucking on one of his nipples while twisting the other one. Yet more incubi were busy using his hands to wrap around their members and making them reach climax. There were even some who were rubbing themselves against the angel's wings and came all over them. The whole cave was filled with lewd sounds and obscene sights, the most decadent orgy for these demons in years!

#elvis presley #angel AU #m/m

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homebrew-writings · 1 year

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Writblr Introduction

Hello! I feel like I should make an introduction post so here it is!

My name is Mijol, I'm in my 20s. This is my writing side blog [follows come from @penning-their-story ]

My favorite things to write are fan fiction, historical fiction, and YA fantasy.

My current WIPs are as follows:

Light Bearer. [PLOTTING] This story is set in heaven and follows Celeste, an Archangel. She tells us the story of the Fall of Lucifer, from before to after.

Daughter of Rome. [PLOTTING] Follows Marcella, daughter of the Governor of Judea, Pilate, and tells the story of the aftermath of the Crucifixion of Christ from the Roman perspective.

The High Council. Set in the year 2090, follows Amelia Turner a young adult chosen to compete for the heart of the heir to the throne, Marcus. However, the stakes prove to be life and death as competition is eliminated through feats of honor, strength, loyalty and courage. And there's that pesky rumor of a spy amongst the Council, and war may be brewing on the horizon.

#writeblr #writblr intro #writers of tumblr

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rubifer · 2 years

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pls Blue tell me more about "Michean knight of swords" - anything you want to share

Yeeee that's my Michean medieval AU! It uses the motif of the knight of swords tarot card as a way to explore who each of them are to each other. I actually have 2 versions of the story in the same wip? So we have either:

1) Dean is a knight, heir to his father's throne, who one day gets a revelation from an angelic creature named Michael, or

2) Dean and Sam are mercenaries and accidentally get involved in the complex geopolitics of the kingdom, ruled by Prince Michael. In this AU most angels are knights, and there are various side pairings such as Samifer (Lucifer's an exiled prince here) and AnnaRuby (with spy!ruby and knight!anna)!!

#i don't have much of a plot for either yet 💀#michean #dean #michael #ask

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wisedawn-whatever · 3 years

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1:30am, listening to the Obey Me songs on repeat, and drawing Spy Lucifer😎👉👉

#this is my life now #obey me #wip #obey me fanart #obey me wip #obey me lucifer #lucifer #Lucifer fanart #lucifer wip #spy lucifer #spy lucifer wip #digital art #my art #wisedawn13 #wisedawnart

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aziraphales-library · 3 years

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Hi! I know it might be weird but do you know any military fics where both of our ineffable husbands are humans? Looking for smth long and probably angsty. Thank you in advance!🤍

Hello!

It looks like there are only a few military aus out there.

This one is one of my favorites and the only one I could find that’s both long and angsty:

Whatever a Moon Has Meant; Whatever a Sun Will Sing by Beckers522 (E)

There was a photograph, torn down the middle. Pieces scattered as far as the East is from the West. Thousands of kilometers separated them now, as the world fell to pieces around them. And yet, if someone were to look closely, if someone were to traverse the space between them and lay the folded and worn parchment flat on the table, if someone were to line them up just so, they might realize that the two pieces fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, Like the gears of a clock. Like a nut and a bolt. Almost as if they were made from the same stock.

This is a tale of love and of loss. Of heartache and of hope. Told in three parts, follow Aziraphale and Crowley as they navigate the hardships of growing up, the horrors of war, and the miraculous wonder of finding love in the most unlikely of places.

The others are all around or under 10k.

Tied to the Ocean by lordvoldemortsnipple (G) - wip

The orders were simple: sail to the uncharted waters and recover the treasure the Devil of the Sea has stolen, but the task isn't easy. No one who ventures beyond the Queen's domain lives to chart the way to Captain Lucifer's territory. No one, but a dubious acquaintance Aziraphale has hidden from the Navy for many years.

40 Days in the Desert by wildtrak (M) - wip

Against his own better judgement, journalist Anthony Crowley takes a dangerous assignment as an embedded correspondent with a team of British Royal Marines on a tour of duty in an active combat zone.

He's not expecting much when he meets Captain A.Z. Fell. Crowley hasn’t met many military types that he would voluntarily spend time with, but there is something strangely compelling about the soldier with bright blue eyes and a hidden past.

Crowley is determined to unravel the mystery—until disaster strikes and his ride-along becomes a fight for survival.

War-Marked by Meridians_of_Madness (M)

A few universes over, the war in Heaven never stopped- it just got a new theater.

The angels and the demons turned Earth into a battlefield, and Crowley goes spying for Hell behind enemy lines as a camp follower. He doesn't expect to find himself under the protection of a nervous lieutenant named Aziraphale.

He doesn't expect a lot of things.

You are so Alive, My Love by VelociraptorNamedLucifer (NR)

Anthony J. Crowley is a Canadian soldier who had to leave behind Alexander Aziraphale, a teacher back home in Ontario, Canada, to fight in the war. Anthony writes a series of love letters to Aziraphale throughout the war, but never sends them; not knowing if Zira loves him back

Arms Wide Open by Wheudonym (T)

Azira Fell has been in the British Army since she was eighteen. Antonia Crowley, her closest friend, has been watching her leave for the past twenty years. Saying goodbye was something they had gotten used to doing. It wasn’t easy. No, Azira would never call leaving, knowing she wouldn’t see her best friend for the better part of a year, easy. Well-practiced? Yes. Easy? No.

Here’s one where they’re not really in the military but they’re telegraphists! It’s another one of my favorites:

What Hath God Wrought by saretton (E)

Do you remember, my darling, the early days when there were just fingers and air and sounds – a rhythmic beeping in the day, a frantic answer in the night? The orange glow of lamps. Coding and decoding. Choosing the words carefully, never too many, but always enough. ----- A Good Omens Telegraph AU.

~ Mod G

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #human au #adult omens #military au #beckers522 #lordvoldemortsnipple #wildtrak #meridians-of-madness #velociraptornamedlucifer #wheudonym #saretton #anon #mod g #Anonymous

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bitter-sweet-coffee · 2 years

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Tell us about your original manuscripts 👀

okay i have a LOT of stuff on the backburner of my backburners (since all my stuff on tumblr is backburner to other stuff in my life rn) BUT i will briefly go over some of my original content! Proceed with caution, and use the titles as an indicator for content warnings

Disreality Gore Short Story

Short story based on a sleep paralysis dream I had when i was around 6 or 7. It's in second person and features dreams within dreams, starting with you as the protagonist waking up from a nightmare. You witnessed a murder that took place at the middle school you live in the dorms of as an adolescent employee. When you wake up, you check in your pillowcase to find the mangled corpse which has been reduced to entrails, chunks of hair, and bones, yet there is supernaturally no trace or mess of it (as if you've opened a pocket in reality that contains the evidence). Sitting utop is it the single blue eye of the victim (who was a child around 8 or 9) and you decide to track down the infamous dean of the school who also resides on the school premises. Along the way you overhear a couple arguing in the changeroom, and when looking through the keyhole you witness the man shoot his girlfriend. Instead of dying, she reveals she is a plant-based alien who fuses to the wall and begins transforming into ivy, absorbing his body with hers so they can escape and leave no evidence of their mutual homicides. You reach the dean's quarters and as you explain what's occurred, the door of her bedroom is being broken down and banged on by the culprits, and the two of you are frozen there until they succeed and enter the room. Before you can see who commit the murder, you wake up and the story ends. I'm not doing it justice but it's one of my earliest memories (albeit a sleep paralysis dream) so I find it fascinating!

Evangeline

Instead of gore and thriller, this one is based on when I first listened to readings of the Divine Comedy in primary school, and after formally studying it abroad at the University of Siena a few years ago, I decided to revamp it a bit! Evangeline is a bit of a weird mutt since she's the daughter of a nephilim and is somehow considered an angel via miracle. She's best friends with the antichrist and eventually falls in love with him, and he's totally not there for it and was hoping they could live normal lives. The goal was to have her on earth to spy on humanity and push them in the right direction, and despite being the antichrist, Derek wanted to help her! His genetics got a bit fucked too and instead of having severed wings, his are so large he can't fly with them, so he just wants to live normally. After accidentally fucking up Evangeline's brain by constantly influencing her, she's considered to be the REAL antichrist, as her angelic make-up was attributed to being the real daughter of lucifer who was conceived outside of the spaciotemporal realm hence why she only came into existence much after he fell. Derek may have been a demon, but he was only dubbed the antichrist and treated as such since he was the formal cause for Evangeline's insanity to warrant her role as humanity's catalyst. Once again a lot more complicated but it's really fun!

Jonas & The Dreamscape (title WIP)

A novella that's slightly less dark about a 15 year old boy named Jonas who accidentally connects with his dream-realm demon (tbh I forget his name this was my first actual writing project from grade 9) and he uses this power to actually invent and innovate society from the dream world so the waking world could run better (since he has no influence there). He's kinda like a superhero in that sense because he has self awareness in the dream-realm and can control it, therefore effecting people when they wake up and are suddenly influenced to make different decisions

Incubi Don't Deserve Happy Endings: BURN IN HELL (title WIP)

a short story about an incubi who falls in love with a youth pastor. it was originally a south park fanfic but it involved into something so elaborate that I actually got the offer to get it published a few years back... and I never went through with it because there was so much of the manuscript to add to/edit 🥴 maybe I'll post it online when I finish Follow You

Elements (title WIP)

My most compelling and lengthy novel. Essentially, I personified a lot of natural elements based on the pre-socratic Empedocles, and turned them into a meta-commentary on our universe's creation. It starts with Light, Shadow, and Space, but it soon leads to everything from Plant (our protagonist) and even things like Scent or Empathy. Eventually time and humanity/life are created which is somewhat of a large spoiler but it doesn't matter because this won't be completed for another decade at this rate, plus it's extremely complex so I'm underexplaining to save anyone the confusion 😅 if people want I can post some art and character designs since I'm very proud of it and would love to make it a television show instead of a novel one day, but there's too much on my plate right now. I also had the opportunity to get this published back when I was in highschool, but I wanted to get my university degrees done first so I'd have access to free resources and research projects (since there's a lot of science and philosophy required for this novel like Dark Matter and socratic influence) so it's going to wait for now.

I have lots of other small WIPS and ideas, but the ones here are the more credible and explainable ideas I have in the works!

#bsc words

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thebeingofeverything · 3 years

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m,n,o,s,t

THANKS @jhw-brainrot ! :D

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

--Oh man yes, like, my wips list is 50 long rn lololol I guess since the last fic ask got me thinking about it, I’ve got the Hades/Persephone mefiama au I can’t wait to start...one day :,)

The basic gist of it is: Persephone and Hades are Amaimon and Mephisto. Mephisto steals Amaimon from Shemihaza, who's Demeter bc it's during the age where she's keeping strict separation of things. The natural order. And Amaimon is under her control. Shemihaza found Amaimon when he formed and kept him, curbing his natural curiosity and nature to deploy him to use his abilities where she chose. So he doesn't interact with anyone she doesn't allow. Only seeing glimpses of the other kings. Sensing their presence when they visit and kept in the garden when he’s not being used. Until one day, like Persephone met Hades, he meets Samael. That's half of why Amaimon had a later start than the other kings, bc Shemihaza had him on such a short leash. But it was still a twisted parent-child relationship they had. And Lucifer was the one playing Zeus. Who, along with Egyn as Poseidon forced Samael to give Amaimon back to Shemihaza.

The angst will be DELICIOUS and also I’ll get to play around with demon king politics and origins like I love to do lol

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

-- All of them Nah, like, if I could have all the fics already done and uploaded it would be beautiful, but I do like the process of writing them and the little moments of epiphany/sheer joy I get when I figure out a tricky section. It’s always more fun for me to write them than have them written. (I wish I could have the ability to temporarily wipe my memories of a fic so I could read it again without knowing how it ends tho, like that would be magnificent lol).

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

-- I tend to start with having my particular favorite characters that I know I want to read more about. I always see it as, if you have solid characters, you can fit them into every plot and it’ll be interesting. Though an interesting plot is always better than not lol

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

-- Fairytale au is my THING idk but I’ve always been a mythology/fairytale lover from the start and I read every one I could get my hands on from the moment I could read lol That and adding a supernatural/creatures spin to things is my go-to.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

-- I tend to be of the mind that anything can be interesting if done well in the right hands of someone who knows what they’re doing. But I won’t go out of my way to read high school aus (living thru hs once was bad enough thanks lol), and anything that takes away the fantasy element of a series and makes it “real world” like coffee shop aus or stuff like that. Tho some exceptions are like, spy aus bc that still adds some kinda fun action element to things lol

#ask response #my asks #tboes asks #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist

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casuallydeliciousphilosopher · 6 years

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WIP Meme

Rules: List the titles of ALL of the active WIPs in your WIP folder, along with a sentence for the general concept if it isn’t self-explanatory. Then post the last sentence/thing you wrote (fanfic/original/anything)

I was tagged by @thewollfgang (Wolfie you changed your URL…how dare you…I’m horrible at adaptation)

Oh God…why did you have to open Pandora’s box??? You fool, you’ve doomed us all! Jk, you have WAAAAY more WIPs than I do. Seriously Wolfie…how do you do it??? (Also, all of your Lucifer WIPs are frickin’ perfect. I adore you.)

Soooo…this is super long so I’m putting it under the cut. Hopefully, that still works on mobile…who knows. WARNING: 7K words await below.

Lucifer:

Devilish Arrangements – Impending Nuptials (Collaboration with Valificent):

Official Synopsis:

Sequel to Deal with the Devil. Now that Chloe's gotten herself into a less than ideal situation with Lucifer, as a result of the deal they made with each other, she finds that planning a wedding may be the more stressful than managing a hostage negotiation. All the while, she slowly starts to realize that keeping herself emotionally distanced from her soon-to-be-husband is harder than she originally expected. Meanwhile, Lucifer's dealing with some otherworldly issues of his own as his wings get stolen and he comes to terms with his new-found mortality. At the same time, he slowly starts to realize that he might actually be developing feelings for the Detective and her spawn; a revelation that makes him build up walls of denial, and sends him to Linda's office more often than usual.

Chapter 4 Recent Excerpt:

“Doctor. I need advice.” I stated as I closed her office door behind myself, turning to find her with a Tupperware container filled with her lunch and a book sitting on her desk.

She took a moment to compose herself, swallowing the bite she had in her mouth before setting her fork down deliberately. “Lucifer, we literally just had a session a few days ago, you’re not due for another week.” On the surface the words were polite, but I could hear the strained undertone they held, the slight sheen of annoyance.

“I know, but this is an emergency,” I explained as I sat down on the plush sofa occupying the far wall, settling into it as the doctor shook her head softly, tucking a bookmark against the pages of her thick novel.

“What’s your emergency this time?” The soft sigh was all I needed to delve right into it, no point in giving her the chance to change her mind.

“The Detective asked me to supervise her spawn tonight and I need to know the basics on how to keep it alive.” The words left me in a rush, some of my trepidation over the situation managing to leak into my voice.

“You’re joking, right?” The pause in her voice wasn’t supposed to be condescending, but it was regardless. Why did she think I would know how to keep a small human alive? I was the Devil, not some nanny.

“Why would I joke about something this serious?”

A long beat of silence filled the air before the good doctor finally relented, “How old is Beatrice?”

“Seven,” I answered simply, watching a soft smile pull at the corners of her mouth as she shook her head, a quiet huff of laughter escaping her.

“She won’t be too hard to take care of,” Linda stated as she folded her hands over her lap. “She’s old enough to tell you when she’s hungry, or thirsty, or needs to use the restroom. Just make sure you listen to her, she’s still a child and she doesn’t have the self-discipline adults do.” Her simple explanation made it sound...easy. Could it really be so elementary?

“Really? That’s all it takes?” A hint of doubt crept into my voice as I asked, earning a wide smile from the doctor.

“To keep her alive, yes.” I let out a long breath at the answer. I’d been getting worked up over nothing...well, perhaps not nothing; I would have to figure out how to keep her from wreaking havoc on my home...but that was a problem for a different time. “You might want to look into child psychology a little bit if you’re so unused to children. You’re going to her father figure.” The doctor’s words made me cringe. Father figure. Well, I suppose that was certainly one way to describe my relationship with the little miscreant.

“Don’t remind me,” I muttered flippantly, moving my hand through the air in some futile attempt to push the topic to the side. Linda picked up on the movement, of course she did, she was good at her job; some calculating gaze filling her eyes as she leaned forward slightly.

“Why does that bother you?” For a moment I considered ignoring the probing question, I certainly wasn’t expecting the conversation to take this turn...and I really didn’t need to relive all of the fond father-son memories I had buried somewhere in my mind.

“I just...I don’t want to…” I trailed off with a sigh, running a hand through my hair as I wondered if she would let me deflect this question, or perhaps if I should just leave and be done with this for the time being. But before I could do the logical thing, before I could avoid dredging up things that should stay mostly forgotten, my traitorous mouth was already answering, “What if I wind up turning into Him?”

“Him?”

The simple word hung heavy in the air, and I swallowed thickly before answering, “My father.” A long beat of silence lapsed on, and I drew in a long breath before trying to explain, “He…” the words refused to come. What if she agreed with His decisions, what if she thought that He was right and I was wrong? “Let’s just say there’s a reason I don’t like him.”

“You’re worried that you’re going to hurt Beatrice the same way your father hurt you.”

An Angel may keep you Safe, but a Devil will teach you that Fallen things can be Beautiful too:

Official Synopsis:

Chloe and Lucifer go undercover as Mr. and Mrs. Dawson in order to solve a murder and bust a child trafficking ring. Chloe is looking forward to the case as an opportunity to finally have some much needed "alone time" with her new boyfriend. But recent developments in Lucifer's supernatural life make him worry that Chloe’s safety may be in jeopardy when the beast that’s laid dormant in him for so long decides to start rebelling, particularly when in her presence.

Chapter 4 Recent Excerpt:

“Mazikeen, listen to me, you need to tell me everything you know about it,” Lucifer’s voice was quiet yet still rough as he spoke into his phone while he paced back and forth across the bedroom. So far, all of the information his right-hand demon had been able to offer had been of no help at all; and honestly, if Chloe’s well-being wasn’t potentially at stake he would’ve given up on this futile line of questioning twenty minutes ago.

“I’ve already told you everything I know!” Maze’s clearly exasperated voice replied. The Devil growled under his breath at her statement as he stopped in his tracks; bringing his free hand up to rub his temples as he tried to quell his rapidly growing irritation.

“So you advised me to accept this…” Lucifer trailed off as he tried to come up for a proper label for the beast that had been rebelling against him lately, “...thing. When you had no real knowledge of what it’s capable of?” He finished, his voice taking on an accusatory tone as he let his free hand fall limply back to his side. “You said that I would be able to control it.” Lucifer’s voice grew louder and harsher as he resumed his pacing. At this rate, he was beginning to think that he was going to wear a path in the carpet. He couldn’t help but feel irritated with his demon, in a way this was all her fault; he never would have accepted this damn thing had she not pressured him to. Bloody hell, he never would have even known that it existed if it wasn’t for Mazikeen.

“You were the most powerful being I’d ever met! Of course I thought you’d be able to control it!” Maze hissed. “Why does it matter if it doesn’t want to play nice all the time?” She asked a second later, her voice remaining tense.

Silence filled the line for a few strained seconds before Lucifer finally dared to speak up, “Because it wants Chloe. And…” He trailed off before swallowing heavily, “...I don’t know how much longer I can keep it at bay.”

The Gods Live Among Us Now, And They Are No Longer Kind - Earth:

Unofficial Synopsis:

In a world where the color of your blood determines your worth, Chloe Decker has always lived with the simple burden that she’s justa Red. Justa human. Destined to serve under her Silver lords for the rest of her life, destined to serve the very beings that were created to protect her kind in the first place. When she learns about the Red rebellion that’s quickly growing, a group of rebels called the Scarlet Guard who are determined to end the reign of the Silvers, she joins without question, quickly putting her skills to use as a spy. But it’s not until she learns that her partner, Lucifer Morningstar, is not only a Silver, but one of the first ones that was ever created, that her life, and her loyalty, gets torn in directions that she’d never dreamed she’d encounter.

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Lucifer turned at the loud clattering sound echoing through the room, his gaze immediately settling on Chloe as she stared at him with wide eyes. He quickly glanced down at the bag that spilled open on the floor, some medical supplies peeking out from under the burlap. “Are you alright?” He questioned as he finished pulling his fresh shirt over his head, it wasn’t like Chloe to freeze up like this, over anything, really.

“What happened?” Chloe’s breathless voice questioned as she took a calculated step towards him. She must have noticed the puzzled look on his face, because she clarified a moment later, “What happened to your wings?”

Right. The scars. He forgot about them sometimes, most people didn’t have the gall to ask when they did see them; but Chloe knew the truth about him, she knew what used to reside where the scars now were. “What do you think happened?” Lucifer ground out bitterly, his hands subconsciously tightening into fists at the memory of red-hot pain searing through his back as feathers were flayed from flesh.

“Lucifer,” Chloe breathed as she shook her head softly, something that would be pity if it wasn’t so gentle filling her expression. “I’m s-”

“Don’t, please.” Lucifer cut her off, lifting a single hand to silence her. He didn’t want to hear her apologize for something she had no control over, something she didn’t do. He didn’t want to be reminded of how he’d had his divinity stripped from him, the ultimate symbol of how his father had done everything he could to render him powerless, to render him human. “Do you have the stuff?” Chloe seemed to pull herself together at the question, her eyes lingering on his side where he was hurt as she nodded softly.

“Yeah, yeah.” She muttered, quickly bending down and retrieving the bag of medical supplies from the floor as she closed the last few feet resting between them. “Why don’t we find somewhere a little more private?”

Ignis:

Unofficial Synopsis:

After Amenadiel thwarts his mother’s plans to kill Chloe via bomb, the Goddess of Creation comes up with a craftier, and only slightly less lethal, remedy for her problem; trapping her in Hell, the last place Lucifer would think to look for ‘his’ Detective. While Chloe’s stuck in her own personal Hell loop, tensions brew between the celestials and humans in her life as they attempt to find her, hopefully, before Hell manages to leave a lasting mark.

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Cold. Numbing cold.

It’s the first thing that assaults Chloe’s senses; and almost immediately she can taste a bitter, metallic tang on the back of her tongue, and a chill that emanates from within her.

The next thing she notices is the absolute darkness that engulfs everything. She can’t see anything, but she can feel the shadows slowly constricting like a snake coiling around its prey, slowly crushing the life out of her. These inky tendrils that reach towards her aren’t normal, they feel sinister, oppressive, insurmountable.

The ice growing in her veins begins to harden, making it difficult for her to will her limbs to move. But she’s been here before, she knows where to find him; and its that simple fact that wills her to summon the strength to turn around.

Her breath catches in her throat the moment she sees his faint outline, barely visible in the distance. He’s the only thing here that the darkness hasn’t yet consumed; and if she can just reach him soon enough, if she can cross the distance that separates them, then maybe, just maybe, she can save him.

Sweet Sin, Unholy Prayers (Collaboration with Calgrycgos):

Unofficial Synopsis:

AKA my cousin’s A/B/O fic. I’d post something from the upcoming chapter if I could, but really, he does the writing and I just throw in some ideas and polish up his sentence structure a bit. Needless to say, I was stoked when he started writing this (it is one hell of a guilty pleasure, pun intended) and I threw what little A/B/O scraps I had at him and told him he could use them if he wanted. Zachary, you’re doing great baby.

Official Synopsis:

In a world where one's gender seemed to determine their worth in society, Chloe had always hoped to be a Beta, or even better, an Alpha. So when she presented as an Omega she felt like God had abandoned her, forsaken her to a fate that she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy.

But little did she know that God had larger plans for her than she could ever imagine. Plans that involved a fallen and forsaken son, the revolution of the society that she grew up in, and the defense of a universe that even God can't protect on his own.

Chapter 8 Recent Excerpt:

The moment she stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room she noticed Lucifer sitting at the piano, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared down at the black and white keys before him. He didn’t look up when she approached, and she wound up coming to a stop across from him; the massive wooden beast separating the two of them as she spoke up, her tone biting even though she wasn’t raising her voice. “Do you enjoy making me feel insignificant?”

Lucifer visibly tensed at the question, his dark eyes flicking up to meet hers as he slowly lifted a hand and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. “What are you talking about?” The words were mostly neutral, even if a hint of annoyance tainted them at the very end.

“Earlier,” Chloe began as she crossed her arms over her chest defensively, feeling far too scrutinized under the weight of his gaze, “when you oh-so-helpfully pointed out how much worse I could have it, how I should be grateful for how easygoing you are.”

Lucifer had the audacity to chuckle at her words, shaking his head as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I never said that.” He replied as he reached up, resting the still burning cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the glossy black top of the piano.

“But you meant it,” Chloe growled, the nonchalant way he brushed her concerns away only serving to set her even further on edge.

Lucifer stood the moment her voice died away, the soft sound of his footsteps on the ground filling the air as he stepped around the piano. “I thought we agreed that you were going to stop assuming things about me, hmm?” He murmured, something dark underlying the words as he came to a stop a few feet away from her, “That you would stop putting words in my mouth.”

Chloe let out a huff of bitter laughter at his words, her gaze finding the ceiling as she shook her head. She forced her arms back down to her sides as she focused on Lucifer’s miffed expression. “I am so tired,” her voice broke on the simple word as she stepped closer, purposely invading his personal space, “of putting up with abusive Alphas.” The words trembled slightly as they left her lips, but she’d be damned if she was going to let the rest of her life turn into some oppression flavored nightmare that she’d never be able to escape.

“Abusive?” Disbelief blatantly laced the single word as Lucifer stared down at her as though she’d lost her mind. “I haven’t laid a finger on you.”

Soulmate/Daemon/Familiar AU:

Very Unofficial Synopsis:

This is some weird mixture of a daemon/familiar AU and a soulmate AU. I dunno man…I saw a prompt on Tumblr when I was drunk and I actually kinda like what I wrote…maybe this will actually be a thing. Basically, in a world where everyone has a daemon/familiar you can tell who your soulmate is because your daemon will only play with your soulmate’s daemon.

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“Lucifer?” Chloe called out as she stepped into the empty penthouse. Looking around for any sign of her partner as she wrung her hands together nervously. She’d been on edge about coming over ever since Lucifer warned her about his familiar, she wasn’t even sure what she was expecting; a bear maybe, or something else equally dangerous, perhaps a crocodile.

“I’ll be right out,” Lucifer called back, his voice coming from the direction of his bedroom. The acknowledgment set her at ease a bit, and she blew out a long breath as she carefully approached the marble bar to her right. A soft ‘mrew’ sound filled the air a moment later, and Chloe glanced back over at the bedroom doorway only to see a massive black panther, or jaguar, or something, staring at her with huge golden eyes. She swallowed thickly as she stared back at the beast of an animal, part of her wondering how in the world Lucifer had run into a fucking panther only to have the damn thing imprint on him. She didn’t get to wander very far down that trail of thought before the huge cat let out a soft huff and started trotting towards her, gaining more speed with each step as the distance between them dwindled at an alarming pace.

“Lucifer!” Chloe yelled, not entirely sure what her partner would do to stop the massive cat, but hoping that he’d be able to do something.

“Mikhal!” Lucifer barked out a moment later, and the panther slid to a stop before her, coming to a halt with a soft huff only a few mere inches left between them. Chloe let out a long, relieved breath as she dared to pry her gaze away from the beast, her eyes falling on Lucifer, clad only in a towel as he stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

“That’s your familiar?” She questioned breathlessly, a tremor of worry seeping into her voice as Lucifer came down the steps, approaching her with long self-assured strides.

“Surprised, Detective?” He chuckled, reaching out and taking one of her hands in his own before holding it out towards the huge cat. Chloe tensed as it leaned in closer, tentatively sniffing her hand before pulling back and sneezing, the sound echoing through the penthouse. The panther stared up at her for a long moment before rearing up onto its hind legs without warning, and Chloe would have shrunk back if Lucifer wasn’t still holding onto her hand. A moment later she was standing there with its paws draped over her shoulders, the big cat towering over her as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She froze in place when it started rumbling, and she didn’t realize that it was purring until after it had licked her cheek, its tongue rough against her skin.

Chloe let out a shaky breath when the massive cat pulled back slightly, daring a glance over at her partner only to find him starting at the encounter with some mix of surprise and wariness on his face. “Can I...can I touch him?” She asked a moment later, not wanting to trespass over the line of touching a persons familiar without their permission. Lucifer only nodded slightly in response, and Chloe took it as all the consent that she’d get from him at the moment. Chloe drew in a long breath as she lifted her arms, slowly daring to bury them in the thick, glossy fur at the panther's shoulders.

The cat rumbled out another purr at the contact, leaning in and nuzzling the side of her face with its own, managing to pull a shaky laugh from the detective. “Ava is at home, correct?” Lucifer’s question broke the quiet with ease, and Chloe nodded as she silently marveled over the fact that she was petting a goddamn panther like it was a common housecat.

“Yeah, she’s hanging out with Trix,” Chloe answered a moment later, suddenly thankful for the warning Lucifer had given her earlier today to leave her familiar at home. She didn’t even want to imagine how scared she would be watching her sweet little red fox try to interact with this mammoth of a cat.

“Perhaps next time you should bring her,” Lucifer suggested softly, and Chloe froze at the statement.

“But...you explicitly told me to leave her at home tonight.”

“I did, yes, because Mikhal has quite literally ripped a person’s familiar to shreds before,” Lucifer explained a moment later, and suddenly Chloe didn’t feel quite so content with the huge cat that was lumbering over her at this very moment.

“Then why the hell would I want to bring Ava over?” She questioned angrily, shaking her head as she shot a glare at her half-naked partner.

“Because, I think that maybe-”

“We are not soulmates, Lucifer.”

The Good Die Young, But So Did This:

Official Synopsis:

A collection of prompt fic asks that I fill and then post on my Tumblr account.

Recent ExcerptList of the Prompts I have left to fill:

“I’ve missed this.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you.”

“Do you regret it?” + “We need to talk about what happened last night.”

“I thought you were dead.” + “You could have died.”

“I should have told you a long time ago.” + “It was you the whole time.”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” + “Was that supposed to hurt?” + “I want an answer, God-damnit!”

“I’m not going anywhere.” + “You could have died.”

“You have to leave right now.” + “Just trust me.”

“Lie to me then.”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

Fifty Shades of Deckerstar (Collaboration with Nesosana):

Really Unofficial Synopsis:

This is a collaboration that I’m working on with @nesosana…and really, she’s the brains behind the operation. She came up with the idea and it was so great that I asked to join in on the fun ;) This excerpt is basically written entirely by her, so go show her some love if you like it! The title is Fifty Shades of Deckerstar…do I really need to spell that one out, or can we just connect the dots?

Recent Excerpt:

Chloe just stood there, appearing unamused on the outside. But Lucifer had been with her for close to a year now, and he quickly picked up on the subtle cue of his beloved as part of her lip found its way between her teeth. It was clear that she was contemplating it, in fact, he had a feeling that she was doing everything in her power to keep her imagination from running wild.

He wanted to help her explore and fulfill her secret desires, they were his specialty, after all. He proceeded forward cautiously, as if he was approaching a wounded animal. He closed the gap of space between them as he placed a warm, encouraging hand on her forearm; he kept his voice soothing as he spoke, hoping that it would convey that she was safe with him, "Come on, there's got to be something you've always been curious about or wanted to try?"

Chloe chewed on her bottom lip nervously and rubbed her bicep as if it were sore before she began to speak, "Well...I..."

"Yes?"

"I've always wondered about..."

"Go on." Lucifer encouraged.

"This is silly...Lucifer, I can't."

Dishonored:

All Hallowed Eve:

Unofficial Synopsis:

When Jessamine asks him if he’d go with her to the spirit house that’s operating on All Hallowed Eve, Corvo agrees despite his better judgment. As if the threat of being arrested and branded a heretic if caught out after dark wasn’t enough, the Outsider himself had to get involved as well.

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"Follow me, I need to speak with you in private," Jessamine ordered before grabbing the sleeve of my coat, dragging me away from the men staring at us with rapt attention. Ever since the Fugue Feast last year everyone had been acting particularly interested in us when we were near each other. It was nothing more than a mere annoyance. No matter how hard they looked it would be impossible to find something that literally didn't exist, and our rumored relationship was definitely something that didn't exist. We stopped near the end of the training grounds, a short wall dividing the grass from the ocean roaring against the side of the cliff. "Corvo, I'm going out with the Boyle's, the Pendleton's, and the Timsh girl tomorrow evening," Jessamine stated blatantly as she stared out at the ocean.

"I do advise against that, your grace, any civilians caught outside tomorrow night will be tried as heretics if arrested," I told her as I leaned against the wall. Her hair was down today, framing her face as the coastal breeze pushed it around. She must have gotten tired of wearing white, instead dressed in a dark navy tunic and pants which only made her pale skin stand out that much more. She looked over at me a short moment after I spoke up, her icy blue eyes boring into mine.

"Corvo! Stop acting like this!" Jessamine scolded me as she playfully slapped my arm, her voice an annoyed whine.

"Like what, your grace?" I questioned, a smile forming on my face. I knew exactly what she meant, I just enjoyed giving the young Empress a hard time. It was only fair I get her back for all the times she did the same to me.

"Like some stuffy version of my father! Where's the Corvo who's my friend?" She explained. She sounded exasperated and I decided to give her a break.

"Jessamine, I'm just thinking of your safety. What's so important that's happening tomorrow night?" I questioned as I let my Lord Protector mask down, something I only did for her and Geoff.

"There's this…" Jessamine trailed off as she stared at the grass under her feet for a moment before continuing. "This spirit house that some people are running in an abandoned place off the Wrenhaven, they're all going and I want to go with them," She explained quietly, as though she was scared that the men at least a dozen meters away would hear her. I couldn't blame her for keeping her voice down though. Oh, how the citizens on the isles would react if they found out that the heir to the throne wanted to go to a place where the Outsider was worshiped freely! The heresy!

"Oh, come on, Jess! Don't tell me you believe in all of this All Hallowed Eve, Outsider boogeyman nonsense," I chuckled as I shook my head, staring her down as I awaited her answer. I'd never known Jessamine to be religious except for when circumstance demanded it of her, and even then, she really only did religious things to uphold appearances. She’d never struck me as someone who would want to worship any deity, she was much too logical to get caught up in all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo.

"Of course, I don't! But it's supposed to be really spooky," Jessamine quickly answered, her voice still hushed as she began to tap her fingers on the brick wall almost as though she was growing impatient with our conversation.

"Since when do you want to be scared? You always hide behind me the second anything even relatively scary happens.”

“You’re my bodyguard! I pay you so I can hide behind you whenever something scary happens, that’s the whole point of your job.”

Modern Day AU:

Unofficial Synopsis:

When Corvo is given a new set of orders from his General he’s not particularly happy about it. Is babysitting some defense contractor representative really all he’s good for in his commanders’ eyes? It’s not until his assignment, Jessamine Kaldwin, is captured by a rouge sqaud of Al-Qaeda operatives that he realizes that there’s far more than just his ass on the line if he fails to get her back.

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“Delta Squad, the west wall is being breached. Provide immediate support. Over.” The staticky radio ordered as another mortar hit the ground, closer than the last one, rocking the car I was hiding behind and sending dirt cascading from the air like rain.

“Avenger, I’m not gonna be able to do that for you.” I answered gruffly before shooting a few more bullets in the direction of the enemy.

“Delta Squad, that was an order.” The radio buzzed in response, and I felt anger boil through my veins. I was having a hard enough fucking time keeping myself alive.

“Shut the fuck up, Havelock! They’re all dead, the whole squad! It’s just me, so crawl the fuck outta my ass!” I yelled into the receiver.

“Attano?” I heard Havelock question, I didn't reply though because it was right then when I watched a grenade land next to Curnow. I threw the radio down into the dirt as I yelled his name, he looked over at me, then down at the grenade. He picked it up and tossed it back in the direction it’d come from, but it hadn’t gotten more than 10 meters from him before it blew up in the air.

“Curnow!”

I bolted straight up as I woke from the dream. My breath coming in gasps as I buried my face in my hands, the assault on our base had happened little more than a month ago, but I couldn’t erase the memories from my mind. Memories of my squad dying in front of my eyes, of Curnow…

“Sergeant Attano. General Moray is requesting your presence in thirty.” An almost nervous voice broke the silence, drawing my gaze up to the young man standing in the entrance-flap of the barracks tent.

“The General?”

“Yes, Sergeant.” The young private stated before leaving me be. I sighed as I stood up, quickly throwing on a fresh uniform before leaving the barracks. The General’s tent was across the base, which meant I was going to miss breakfast, but if I had to choose between going hungry and angering my commanding officer, I’d sooner starve than find myself walking into his office late. The base was bustling this early in the morning, the loud rumble of Humvees being warmed up for the day and the cadences of a platoon going for a morning jog resounding in the air as the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and red.

The General’s tent stood out against the rest, far larger than it needed to be, with the US flag and the guidons of every company currently on this base posted outside the front entrance. I paused outside for a moment, hearing the soft drone of a voice that sounded oddly feminine emanating from inside. Really? Did the General lack the common sense to bring a woman onto this installation, half the men here hadn’t seen a woman in months, he had to know that this was asking for trouble. I shook the thought away a moment later, calling through the tent flap as I made my presence known, “General Moray. Sergeant Attano reporting for duty.”

“Come in, Attano.” The Generals deep voice rang out after a brief moment of silence, and I entered the tent to see the General speaking to a young woman dressed in a business suit. Well shit. Maybe my commanding officer was starting to lose his mind, bringing a woman, especially one that looked like that, onto a base that primarily consisted of infantry units. “Attano. This is Miss Kaldwin.” The woman stood at his introduction, and I couldn’t really help it when my eyes started to wander, it’d been a while for me too and I was only human. “She’s a representative of Foster-Miller, one of our defense contractors. She’s here to identify and correct any weaknesses in the current TALON units we have in Afghanistan right now.” My commanding officer concluded, and I nodded at the explanation as I wondered why he felt this information was pertinent to me.

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Miss Kaldwin greeted me a moment later, her crisp bright voice ringing through the tent with ease. I grimaced slightly at the title she gave me, but I quickly decided that now wasn’t the time to have the whole ‘I’m not an officer, only officers are sir’s’ talk. Ugh, civilians.

“Sir, what did you call me here for?” I questioned, returning my gaze to the General as his murky, blue eyes bored into mine.

“I’m getting to it, Sergeant. Give me a moment.” The response was stern, and he didn’t need to scold me twice for me to take the hint.

“My apologies, sir.”

“As I was saying, Miss Kaldwin is here to check on our bomb deactivation units. I’m assigning you to be her escort for the time being, your only job is going to be making sure that Miss Kaldwin here stays in one piece while she checks up on all the robots.” I swallowed thickly as the words gave way to silence. He wanted me to play…babysitter? Was I supposed to be grateful for the opportunity to play bodyguard with some posh government contractor? Why did he want me for the assignment?

“Sir, with all due respect. I’m not sure that’s a good idea…the last time I was on the field-“

“You lost seven men.” The General cut me off, his tone unyielding as he stood up. “I’m well aware of what happened, Attano. I saw your report.” He stepped around his desk a moment later, his gaze roaming over me for a long moment before he continued; “However, you were the only one in your squad that made it out alive, and that has something to say for your skills as a soldier.”

I pursed my lips at the words, I wasn’t a better soldier than any of them, I was just lucky. “Sir, wouldn’t she be better off with a female escort?” Surely he would at least see the logic in that, not that I doubted my ability to control myself, but really, why tempt the devil when it wasn’t necessary in the first place?

“You’re in the infantry, Attano. There are no females.”

“Then give her to an MP, there are female MP’s,” I explained a moment later, quickly trying to recollect if a female MP had come over with the MP company currently stationed on the base.

“Pfft. Nonsense…MP’s. MP’s don’t know shit, Attano. They’re worthless out on the field.” The General dismissed my suggestion with blasé confidence. “This is your assignment. Take it. Or don’t, and I’ll Court Marital you for insubordination.”

Bodyguard in the Streets, Assassin in the Sheets:

Official Synopsis:

AU where Corvo wasn't a gift to the Kaldwins, but instead was sent to ensure either the Duke of Serkonos rise to power or the demise of young lady Jessamine Kaldwin. However, sometimes even the most battle-hardened assassins can change their ways, especially when there's a young, beautiful princess involved.

Recent Excerpt:

“Corvo,” I whispered softly, waiting for him to look up at me before continuing. As the seconds ticked by I wondered if he was going to do anything, or if he was just going to ignore my voice; but after what felt like an eternity, he finally looked up, his still watery eyes finding mine almost timidly. “I love you, and I hate seeing you like this. I hate seeing you in pain. Will you please just talk to me?” I whispered as I pulled my hands from his face and wrapped them around his hands, which were somehow colder than my own.

“There’s-” He stopped as his voice broke, pausing a moment before clearing his throat and speaking up once again. “There’s nothing to talk about,” He finished as he continued to stare at me, pain still more than evident in his eyes. I just wanted to understand, if he would just tell me what was wrong with him I could help.

“Corvo, please,” I begged, my voice so quiet that I didn’t know if he’d hear it even though we were sitting right next to each other.

“What do you want me to say, Jessamine? That I hate who I was in the past, and even though I thought I wasn’t that person anymore I know now more than ever that I am? That not a night goes by that I don’t hear the screams of a little girl who ran into her father’s room only moments after I slit his throat, his body still twitching with the last of his life as she crumpled to the ground absolutely broken?” Corvo paused a moment to draw in another shaky breath as another tear rolled down his face, he wiped it away almost instantly before continuing. “That I’ve killed more people than I can count; made widows, and orphans, and destroyed families? Because all of that is true, but I’m the one who did those things; and it’s my burden, not yours, to live with the guilt now,” Corvo finished, his voice taking on a hard, steely edge as he tried to pull on his unfeeling persona once again. I swallowed as I held his hands a bit tighter, I’d always known Corvo had a bloody and ruthless past, I just didn’t know that it affected him so much to this very day.

“You don’t have to do everything alone anymore Corvo, it’s okay to need help. If you’d just let me I’d…” I trailed off as I realized I had no idea what I could do. I didn’t know how to fix this, I didn’t know how to fix anything.

“You’d what? Make everything magically all better?” The question held a mocking tone, but I knew he didn’t mean it like that. He always pushed people away, it’s what he did when he felt vulnerable, and it was what he was trying to do right now.

“No, but I could help, we could…talk about it,” I stated softly as I tried to caress his jaw, but he pushed my hand away. I admired how he always tried to be strong, but he needed to learn that it was okay to be weak too, it was okay to need someone to help you through life.

“I deserve to feel this pain,” He growled, his voice hard and unfeeling. Full of self-loathing that had become more and more apparent this last day. But he didn’t deserve to feel this pain, and he certainly didn’t deserve to deal with it all on his own. Nobody did.

“No, you don’t.”

Red Queen:

I Have No Fuckin’ Clue:

Very Unofficial Synopsis:

Yeah…this isn’t really anything yet, perhaps it will be someday, but right now it’s kinda just where I dump random scenes my wild imagination comes up with…

Recent Excerpt:

“Who is it?” Julian called out as he heard one of the thick double-doors to his study slam shut, when no response came he quickly peeked out from the corner of the tall bookshelf he was behind, easily catching sight of his nephew as he took a seat at the cluttered desk in the center of the room. “Oh, Cal, how are you?” He questioned as he closed the thick volume in his hands with a dull thud, unable to ignore the way the temperature of the air rose exponentially the closer he stepped to the young prince.

“I’m a mess,” Cal ground out roughly, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he slouched against the back of the chair. “My life is spiraling out of control and I don’t know what to do anymore.” He explained, his voice growing louder with each word as he flung his arms in the air and spun the chair in a slow circle.

“Well, someone’s being a drama king,” Julian chuckled, setting the leather-bound book down on his desk as he took the seat across from his nephew. “Did something happen with your father?” Cal only shook his head at the question, his eyes focused on some faraway point in the distance as the chair’s rotation began to slow. “Did something happen with that girl?” The second the question broke the silence Cal stopped the chair, his eyes refocusing as a frown pulled at the corners of his lips. “Of course it’s the girl,” Julian muttered fondly, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the novelty of it before he asked, “Do you like her?”

Cal’s hands tightened into fists at the question, his voice dark as he quietly ground out, “I want to end her.”

“Let’s calm down there,” Julian placated, lifting an arm out towards his nephew as a wave of heat filled the air, part of him worried that the loose papers spread across his desk might spontaneously combust. “You’re supposed to be making love, not war.”

“She hates me!” Cal explained, drawing in a deep breath before quietly grounding out; “Did you know she pushed me down in the Archeon river? I was soaked, in my military dress uniform.” Despite the dangerous tone his nephew's words held, Julian couldn’t help but smile at the mental image. The little lightning girl that he’d heard so much about had some spunk in her, then.

“I like her already.”

“Julian!”

Borderlands:

I Have No Fuckin’ Clue Ver. 2.0:

Very Unofficial Synopsis:

Much like the Red Queen excerpt above…I really don’t know what this is yet…or if it even is something. But really, I have the Rhysha feels, and I need them in my life. So, here ya go, have some angst.

Recent Excerpt:

“Oh, well, I kinda…own the company now,” Rhys explained with a nervous chuckle, silently wondering if Sasha hated Atlas as much as she hated Hyperion, if she would think that he was trying to rebuild the corporation to exploit Pandoran natives like it did before it faced its economic demise. “Atlas is mine. What’s left of it, at least.”

“Seriously?” Sasha’s voice practically raised an octave, her eyes growing wide as she stared at him in shock. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell if it was the good kind of shock, the kind that ended with her congratulating him on his resourcefulness before ‘playfully’ punching him in the arm hard enough to leave a bruise for the next week; or if it was the bad kind of shock, the kind that would inevitably end with her beating him with her sandal while screaming ‘I thought you changed, you corporate stooge’.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, trying his best to downplay just how proud he really was of Atlas, of the things he’d already accomplished in terms of building up the company to the glory it held before Hyperion ran it out of business. “Jack had the deed in his office, I took it after Helios went down.” Sasha’s expression twisted at the statement, and Rhys winced as he mentally slapped himself for bringing up Jack…God only knew that neither of them had good memories about his late corporate overlord.

“Right, Helios,” Sasha muttered, chewing on her lower lip as she stared at the ground for a long moment. “Rhys…I…” Her big, green eyes flicked up to meet his as she shook her head softly, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d swear that Sasha looked almost…distraught. “I thought you died in the crash.” The words were quiet, but her voice threatened to crack on the syllables regardless. “Why didn’t you drop by Hollow Point to say, ‘hey, I’m still alive guys, good talk’?”

“Sasha…I-”

“I thought I’d never get to see you again.” Rhys swallowed at the statement, suddenly feeling like more of an asshole than he had in a while, which was quite a feat, considering that the guilt of killing nearly three-thousand Hyperion employees as ‘collateral’ to get rid of Jack’s AI had been weighing on him every day since Helios fell to earth in a fiery hailstorm.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured as he reached out, carefully wrapping his fingers around her hand despite the knowledge that touching her would likely end with a concussion. Her eyebrows drew together as she stared down at his robotic prosthetic, and for a moment he wondered if that was the first time she realized that he’d been forced to ‘upgrade’ his biometrics…it wasn’t as though the shift from bright, Hyperion yellow to shimmering chrome was an easy detail to miss. “I just…when I saw the spaceship take off I thought…I thought you left without me on purpose.” Sasha’s concerned gaze flicked up to meet his own the second he stopped to draw a breath, and good God, if there was anyone who could make him feel guilty for assuming something like that just by giving him the right look, it was her. “I thought that, you know…you meant to leave me to die on a crashing space station.”

“I would never willingly leave without you, Rhys.”

Whelp, that’s all folks! If anyone wants to ask any questions about any projects in particular my inbox is always open! Even if my turnaround time is a bit daunting at the moment (curse you midterms). Who to tag…I’m really interested to read some of @theleafpile ‘s original fiction ;) if she’s willing to share. I also know that @mareyshelley has something Rumbelle related in progress right now. @shipssailinginthenight just finished her Highschool AU (which I haven’t had the time to finish yet D: ) but maybe you have something new your working on? And um… @missielynne give us some of your writing!

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