Fic Updates, Headcanons, And Open RPs, ahoy!

I never received a notification on this, sorry. I have half the next chapter written but I am currently busy with my job. I hope to post the second next chapter within the next week. If you would like a preview, here’s a portion of the first part:

“A chair sat at the side of the bed, empty aside from a folded pile of clothes. Varian swallowed as he noticed the inclusion of a familiar apron handing off the back and something he hadn’t thought he’d see again.

Pushing his legs over the side of the bed, Varian grunted as he reached over and pulled the pair of goggles from the top of the pile. His stomach rolled as he brushed his thumb across the old leather of the straps, clenching his jaw against the sudden wave of emotion. 

Dropping them to the bed at his side, Varian climbed to his feet and was surprised to find that little waver came with his step. There came no crick in the roll of his shoulders, nor callus beneath his feet from endless walking. He was…

“Damn,” Varian breathed, glancing down to the top of his hands as he flexed his fingers. No scars, no wrinkles, no spots. Young again. How long has it been since his knees didn’t crack with every step? That his back didn’t ache from years of exertion? The idea of dealing with puberty a second time was not ideal, but it was better than letting fire consume everyone he loved. He owed his father that much.

Most of the grime had been cleaned from him in his unconsciousness, although a hot bath was something he’d been dreaming about for many decades. With the end of the world quickly approaching, however, now was not the time for luxuries or sentiments. He had not traveled so far or lived so long just to seek comfort in the familiar. 

Varian dressed as quickly as he dared, hissing only as he had pulled his shirt over his head. 

The apron was left hanging on the chair as he buttoned the final button of his vest, unneeded despite its nostalgic pull. He gave into weakness when it came to his goggles, looping them around his neck. 

Varian stilled after walking towards the door, listening quietly to the murmurs coming from the other end of the house. His hand tightly gripped the door, unable to find the strength to step over the threshold. 

“Why are you scared?”“

I don’t know,” Varian whispered, glancing back towards his mother as she walked to his side. Her eyes flickered down to the goggles resting against his chest, reaching up to pass her fingers through them. 

“Sentimental fool,” Ulla hummed, eyes crinkling with affection. “I can’t believe your father kept them.”

Varian swallowed, reaching up to clench tightly to one of the lenses. “…I stole them from your things. He was upset when he found out, but… He let me keep them.” 

Varian doesn’t necessarily have powers but there is /something/ that will come to the light through the story. It will be part of the reason why he was taken to the future and the reason for an upcoming conflict

Whether late or not, I’m jumping into the Tangled fandom because I can’t get it out of my head. This AU is loosely based upon ‘The Umbrella Academy’ in which Quirin needs to deal with a crotchety old man trapped in his teenage son’s body. Oh, also the apocalypse--but one crisis at a time.

Preview:

“Where is my son, Fredrick?” Quirin called, uncaring for formalities in the face of more walls, more lies. Fredrick tensed where he stood, back to the group. After a moment’s pause, the King turned around to glare at him, lips set into a firm line.

“Varian is gone.”

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Upon returning from her search for the moonstone, Rapunzel frees Quirin from the amber to deliver on her long-neglected promise to an old friend. However, Varian's disappearance rocked them all, sending fear through the kingdom and distress through a father who had missed a year. After yet another year has passed, Varian returns in a flash of light--only to inform his relieved loved ones that the world was ending in a week's time and that he'd lived for half a century already without them.

Quirin knows what pain and trauma look like due to his past within the Brotherhood, and wants desperately to help his distressed son. But when your teenage son has already lived decades longer than you and is also attempting to stop the end of the world, what's a father to do?

Its been a few months since I discontinued this blog due to disinterest in tumblr. I was also more active on twitter. (I still am but I can juggle both). 

I don’t really use tumblr much anymore. You can hit me up on my AO3/Fandom twitter:

@phckpence

I hope to see you guys there!

I also just recent put out two huge updates for:

All In Your Head - (Rated E, Convin & Reed900) also known as Gavin is love with Connor and gets an AI implanted into his brain named ‘Nines’ to try and make him less of a trash goblin.

And, 

Corpse Flower -(Rated M, Reed900, Hankcon, & misc)   the reworked sequel to Familiar (aka Gavin is turned into a cat) magic!AU. 

I’ve started a Hank Anderson centric prequel to my current fic Familiar. This story details how a depressed werewolf and a green warlock rookie learn to navigate the world together--

Preview:

A face lived behind the lids of his eyes, haunting every blink and watching him through sleepless nights.

The face of a child--blue-lipped and frozen in visceral terror as crimson poured cruelly through a torn throat. Occasionally, the soft whisper of a voice would accompany the specter--

Begging for his father. Begging for his life. Pleading through every gurgling, choked gasp as he drowned in his own blood.

It was penance.

It was deserved.

It was the ironed reminder to be wary of the beast that prowled the edges of his mind; feral, hungry, lusting for the hunt. Starve it out; protect everyone from the monster that had viciously torn the throat from his son.

From Cole.

Even if that meant a bullet through his own skull.

Chapter 6 of my Reed900 fic Familiar is now updated!

Preview:

“Gavin Reed,” The fae singsonged as he stared down at the cat glaring furiously back at him. “Last we spoke, you stormed from my home and declared--and I quote--if I ever see your asshole of a face again I’ll put a silver bullet through your stupid fuckin’ fairy teeth.”

The cat bristled from where he stood, back arching slightly under the unwavering gaze of the amused fae.

‘Oh trust me, motherfucker. If I had thumbs…’

 Before 2018, I struggled to write consistently and complete long fics. Making a commitment to myself, I chose to try to engage the DBH fandom and create the work that I wanted to see. To have all of you join me on this wild ride is unbelievable.

So again, thank you for all of the amazing comments, fanworks, and general enthusiasm you’ve shared with me in the past few months! It’s been a very long time since I’ve been this happy. 

Chapter 4 of my reverse!AU Reed900 fic Scrapyard Rookie has been updated!

Sample:

“You used to smoke cigarettes.”

Blinking against the bright beams of high noon, Nines jerked his chin to glance up into the unreadable eyes of the GV200, brows knitting in confusion.

“How can you tell?”

“You’re playing with the edges of your sleeve,” The android murmured, nodding to the sleeve Nines had been kneading been his thumb and index knuckle. “You also have an oral fixation. I’ve often noticed you chewing the edges of your pens, straws, nails.”

A light blush dusted the detective’s cheeks at the implications of an ‘oral fixation’, albeit not making mention due to the clinical nature of the observation.

“And you could tell all this because I bite my nails?”

“And pens and straws.”

Chapter 5 of my fic Familiar is now posted to AO3

Here is a preview:

‘For a fancy, pretentious asshole, you drive a pretty shitty car,’ The cat spoke up, nosing into the dark fabric as he curled into a more comfortable position.

Nines scoffed softly, releasing the wheel as to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, well. This fancy, pretentious asshole doesn’t see the point in owning a vehicle that would rarely be driven. It was this or a taxi--but I felt safer driving something that couldn’t be as easily tracked.”

The cat let out a thoughtful hum--or purr--as his eyes settled on the witch’s strong jaw. ‘What makes you think that crazy bitch--’

“Don’t call her that--”

‘--isn’t tracking your every move as we speak?’

“Despite her actions, I trust her,” Nines muttered, glancing away from the quiet road and down to the unimpressed stare of the cat. “There is more to our relationship than you could ever understand in the single hour you’ve known her.”

‘What--like some weird sexual magic sh--’

The witch’s fingers tightened on the wheel. “I would highly recommend you rethink whether or not it is wise you finish what you’re about to say.”

Well that resolution is shot to shit. But y’know what isn’t?

I’ve been busy with holiday stuff (which is a lie, I’ve been lazy on a short break) and I’ve randomly gotten 25+ Kudos over the past few days during this dry spell. 

Whether you’re here from @archrui​ ‘s amazing drawing or from somewhere else, thank you very much for the love. 

Here’s a preview of the next Familiar chapter that I’m working on--

Nines wanted nothing more than to turn the car around and retreat.

Fingers tightening on the steering wheel, the witch stewed with exhausted irritation from behind dark shades perched on his nose. There was no diagnosed phobia of the outdoors he could hide behind or a busy schedule that required his attention back at home. He simply preferred the quiet and dark solace that the halls of his home provided. The world locked away from his spun spells--deaf to his incantations and bargains to the spectral entities on the other side.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone and had a mission to attend to.

Another shot of irritation lanced through the witch as he glanced towards the passenger seat and the cat curled lazily onto his folded coat. The cursed detective stared back under the droop of heavy lids, head bouncing softly with every bump and dip of the road; uncaring as he shed hair all over the dark cloak.

He’d originally proposed procuring a carrier for the feline to ensure Gavin’s safe delivery—only to be shot down quickly by the spitting, hissing snarls of rejection.

Thank you very much for reading my fics. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the energy or drive to even write a 1000 word drabble let alone work consistently on 3 major fics. 

The outcry of support by the community is truly humbling and I thought I’d give you all a small update on what is going down on the existing fics:

Scrapyard Rookie - Ch 3 was added yesterday and the continued support is amazing. To me, it feels like one of my weaker fics but it’s helping me push through the anxiety and writer's block that has been plaguing me. Your continued enthusiasm for it really helps spur me in the right direction.

Familiar - I actually had a lot of the next chapter drafted but after a series of family emergencies, during which I spent quite a bit of tin at the hospital with my mother, I lost drive on my current draft. That has been scrapped and I will be starting it over. My goal is to have it updated this week. 

Daydreamer - To be honest with you, Daydreamer will likely be taking a short, yet indefinite hiatus as I try to wrap my head around it. The direction the fic has gone is different from my original plan + I needed to take it to the drawing board to look at it. While I’m outlining the major plot points, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have 7 more chapters to write + an epilogue. Don’t be disheartened, this fic isn’t dead. It’s just brewing. 

And I may or may not be working on a oneshot b/c I have no self-control but I don’t want this writing drive to perish again.