#floatysparrowthing

Chuuya: "Akutagawa, do you understand this letter?"

Chuuya: "It's okay if you don't."

@floatysparrowthing

Chuuya: "There's nothing important bothering me."

Chuuya: "Either way.."

Chuuya: "Can't be sitting here chatting all day."

Akutagawa: "I will see you some time in the future, Chuuya-san."

Chuuya: "Mm. See ya, Akutagawa. Take care of yourself, alright?"

Chuuya: "Seems about time I get these documents."

Chuuya: "I'm not gonna hide anything."

Chuuya: "Dazai's just being his usual, demanding self."

@inwhichispeak

@megaroniandcheez / @bioluminescentcat

Chuuya: "Fine, fine! I'll tell you! I know you all won't shut up otherwise.."

Chuuya: "I mean.. that letter. He didn't exactly disagree with it.."

Chuuya: "And that makes me kinda happy."

(I've refreshed my ko-fi page!! If anyone wants to donate a coffee, feel free!)

I am always intrigued and thrilled by people who were surprised by the pairing (exhibit a: my mother) because I feel like if you weren't expecting the antagonism to explode into romance then I have more work to do to bring you along, which is a fun challenge for a writer.

Prompt #10: wearing each other’s clothes (x)

A FAIR EXCHANGE (Critical Role, Shadowgast, modern AU, established relationship, 918 words)

Five more minutes, Caleb thought for the fourth time as he snoozed his alarm again.

He always set it earlier than necessary: he liked to take his time, intersperse his mornings with little things he loved, such as reading the news while sipping a coffee or giving his cat scritches.

That morning, the little thing in question mumbled drowsily as Caleb snuck his arm back under the covers and around a sleepy drow’s waist, pulling him closer. “You’re going to be late for class.”

In the milky half-light of the early morning, Caleb nuzzled the back of Essek’s neck. He smelled of lilacs and fondness and home.

“What will your students say?” Essek went on, even as he nestled closer, his hand covering Caleb’s as he intertwined their fingers. Their matching rings pressed somewhat uncomfortably into the skin, but neither of them minded.

YES I love talking about my originals and I don’t actually let myself do it enough haha—right now I’ve got Hawksbane which is... about halfway done, and then an untitled sci-fi that I have a bit of that I’m planning to write later this year.

Hawksbane is the fantasy, about a magocracy and three cutthroat mages who end up in hiding together after their golden boy friend’s death during a duel. Lots of magical shenanigans and romance. I was thinking I might rewrite it in second person, but also, reading through it for excerpts, maybe I won’t. Who knows, really. It does need a decent amount of rewriting, though, in any case.

Small excerpt, because I love these assholes:

“You know,” Ari says, and sets the bottle down on the table beside Lylan’s workspace, “you’re a real bastard.”

“Thank you,” Lylan says absently, fixated on his work, the gold held between a pair of pincers, before holding it out to Ari. “Here.”

Ari stares at him, the inscrutable light in his eyes of molten gold, then lets him drop the shaving into his hand.

The moment it hits his skin, it burns to the touch, and he hisses against the pain as he drops it to the table. It smokes slightly before Lylan picks it up, calm as can be, though it has left a small burn mark on the wood of the table, smoldering just a bit before the smoke dissipates, and in the middle of his palm.

“Like you said,” Lylan grins up at him, leaning forward, the gold held quite securely in the pincers once again. “A real bastard.”

I can’t even say “my beloved” for one of them because all of them are my beloved, and the third mage isn’t even present here. (She’s also a delight though.)

The sci-fi is a much larger project which is why it has a lot less done—the heiress of an intergalactic corporation/empire smuggles her father’s human weapon off the planet to get some petty revenge.

They recruit a disgruntled genius scientist who also has beef with the head of the empire and accidentally start a revolution on their way to rescuing the twin brother of said human weapon from the front lines of a war where he’s been sent.

“Perhaps I should kill you here,” Césaire said, and there was something eerie, almost hollow, about her smile—no expression reflected from the matte black of her eyes. “A daughter and a brother are not the same, but perhaps not so different. I do not know. I have no father to compare.”

Sometimes, growing up, Lydia had felt like Césaire was more her father’s daughter than she was, but she didn’t think now was the time to reflect on that particular slight.

“Do you want revenge on Eliot?” she asked, and pulled back a step as Césaire drew closer, no perceptible change to her expression. “How about your brother? Do you want your brother back?”

“I would consume a thousand suns if it brought me my brother,” Césaire replied, and no emotion really found her voice, either. Lydia knew what kind of a tantrum this girl could throw, so she thought that calmness was probably for the best right now.

That’s what I’m working on this year! I’m hoping to have drafts of them both by the end of 2021 but lol who knows if that’ll happen.

Dazai: "It's my payment for the curry!"

Chuuya: "It's half-eaten."

Chuuya: "Oi, I don't want your scraps- OI!"

Chuuya: ".. it'd be a waste to throw food away, though."

@vinvinin

Chuuya: "I'm just glad I had nothing urgent going on today.. mainly just paperwork."

Chuuya: "I hear enough in the texts from the girls Dazai talks to! He really needs to stop giving them my number.."

Chuuya: "They're always waxing poetry about how handsome he is, or how amazing he is.. ugh."

Chuuya: "I hope this doesn't mean he's planning something.."

@floatysparrowthing

But WAIT there's more friends with benefits shadowgast??? (also thanks for tagging me you're too sweet 😊)

Lol you’re right, I haven’t had the time to mention the cold war spies AU because it’s literally less than 24 hours old! I talked about it here, and I posted a snippet of the Antarctica thing here! ♥

Also YOU’VE MET ME, there’s always more fwb shadowgast! :D This one’s a modern AU, mostly just a rambly, stream of consciousness-y thing that won’t probably go anywhere and that I’ve partially used for the professors AU, but here’s a bit I’m actually not unhappy with:

It's late and Caleb can taste the darkness, it spills from the night sky seeping everywhere, in the faulty street lights and the dark cabin of his shitty car, and it feels fresh and invigorating, restful. Protective.

It's not the other kind of darkness, the one that squeezes his chest like a vise and makes it hard to breathe and think. 

So many things in his life are complicated. Being with Essek is easy. They haven't been an item for so long to have developed a routine, but they dance easily around each other. Though they are not 'together'-together. They haven't discussed it yet. Discussing isn't what they do, the rare nights they can enjoy each other's company.

Sometimes Caleb still worries that it's all in his head. That Essek would turn towards him with the smile he reserves to the board when they're discussing funding and tell him that there's been a mistake, he never meant to give Caleb the impression that he was interested in him, and he's very sorry Caleb has grown attached.

Hey, you!! ♥ Thanks for the ask!

Also paging @mintly who asked the same numbers (thank youuu ♥)

1) What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

Since there’s a separate question for the most fun thing, I’m going to go with a halcyon day, the short fic I wrote for the Good Omens AU event. I was in a very sad place when I wrote it and I think it shows, but several people, including (repeatedly) my dear, long-suffering friend @pinehutch, have told me it made them (cry and) think about love and mortality and how they inform each other. And, while I think it’s really hard to say something about love and death that hasn’t already been said, they’re also quite existential matters.

I answered 7 here!

oh thank you very much!!! i think you are very cool as well 💜