Zaza Land: After Hours

Just an absolute gremlin trying her best at writing fanfic. PFP creds to @ummmmandy 💖

[maidenlesslilith]

I'm caught up to day 20 on AO3, but am still posting my Fictober prompts one at a time here :)

I'm currently at a work conference, and have been putting in a ton of overtime as deadlines come up, so finding the time and the mental/emotional capacity to finish writing out these prompts has been limited. I'm still going to finish them, so keep an eye out for more!! As for now, please check out this cute little X-Files blurb about bigfoot:

Day Seventeen: Strangest Thing I Ever Heard

"What did you just say?" Scully asked her partner, her eyebrows raised nearly to her hairline, which Mulder had to admit was quite a feat.

He grinned at her before steeling his expression, attempting to remain serious in the face of her incredulity. "I don't understand the issue, Scully. What don't you get? If we want to solve this case, we just might have to consider a few more unorthodox methods of discovery."

"Yes, but Mulder–"

"Now, I know what you're going to say. 'But Mulder, how is walking through the forest knocking on trees with sticks and howling going to help us with this case?' and I will rebut with: 'well, Scully, I believe that is what the victim was doing at the time of his death'. If we can replicate the circumstances of his death, we just might find out what killed him."

She studied him closely, her eyes narrowing. "The banging on trees with sticks and howling is not the part of the plan I had a problem with, Mulder. Even as unbelievably ridiculous as it is."

He bit the plush lower lip she was always staring at. "Look, I'm not saying sticking you in a cage as bait will bring bigfoot out of his hidey-hole, Scully, but it might!"

Read the rest on AO3! Thank you so much!!

[maidenlesslilith]

Jumping face first back into the Zelda series with this little number for Fictober!

This is my take on Tears of the Kingdom, when Link continues to discover memories from Zelda but still can't track her down.

I'd love it if you checked out:

Day Sixteen: No, I'm not okay

Link stared blankly at the space in front of him where the water had just disappeared into a familiar ball of golden light. He was tired of seeing that glow, feeling like it wasn't getting him any closer to finding the love of his life.

He supposed he should be grateful. He supposed he should be happy that he was getting to see any glimpse of her at all.

But he wasn't.

It was all too reminiscent of the scourge they'd encountered not that long ago.

Except this was far, far worse. Now, Zelda wasn't in the castle. Nobody knew where she was. And nobody knew what to do this time.

He felt unbidden tears spring to his cerulean eyes and roll down his cheeks, though he remained expressionless, wishing for the light to reappear with more answers than ever seemed to be given. The grass rustled with the wind's low voice, begging him to keep going, and he would, for her.

Up and live on AO3! Follow the link at the top to read the rest. Thank you all!! 🥰

[maidenlesslilith]

Trying something new, fresh for the Cyberpunk 2077 fandom!! I don't know about you all, but I LOVED Vik's character and was super sad that he doesn't have much of a place in the late game.

This fic is about one of the first missions in the game.

TW for graphic descriptions of injuries.

Check out:

Day Fifteen: Let's Try This

It had all been a blur; the Delamain cab coming to a screeching halt in front of his clinic, the mysterious man spilling out, holding his nearly unattached arm to his side, then the car door opening to show V's limp, bloodied and broken from, barely clinging to life in the back seat.

She was unconscious, of course. If she hadn't been, he would've knocked her out himself just to spare her the immeasurable amount of pain she'd be feeling from that gunshot wound to the head.

"Holy shit. Oh, fuck," Vik stared down at V, his stomach dropping at the sight of the immense wounds covering her small body. The bullet hole in her temple really rounded out the picture. It was all he could do to not scream. "Goddammit, V, can you hear me?" He carefully lifted her eyelids open, trying to get any kind of response. "Who the fuck did this to her?" He growled, his voice breaking as he stared up at the man.

"Does it matter?” The man scoffed. “She's on the brink, ripper, and apparently you're the only one she trusts to take care of her."

Vik ignored his immediate reaction to the man's words and carefully unplugged V's jack from the Delamain mainframe, holding her limp form in his arms as she began to crash.

"V, what the hell have you done?" He whispered, moving to brush her kinky blue hair out of her face.

"She is dying. You must administer medical aid immediately." Delamain said, reading the rest of her vitals out to Vik as the ripper pulled her the rest of the way out of the car.

He cradled her body tightly against his and attempted to shield her from the rain as he started towards the clinic. The man was on his heels as he took her inside, setting her down in the operating chair and hooking her up to his own machines.

"Can you save her?"

There might not be a lot of romance in this one (yet), but I was hoping to express more of Vik's thought process when V comes to his clinic mostly dead. You can check out the rest on AO3!! Thank you so much for your support!

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Why don't they make stained glass fish tanks? Give those fish Catholic guilt

[orcboxer]

fascinated by the implication that it's the stained glass that gives catholics the guilt

[luthqrs]

I FOUND THE. FISH CAN’T SIN POST.

[maidenlesslilith]

Hello beautiful people!! Another installment of my Fictober series is up and live on my AO3 page! Another BG3 fic for your musings 😁

This is another Gale fix, but this time I wrote him with my tiefling monk Savine. I hope you enjoy!!

Day Fourteen: Did you stick to the plan?

Gale wasn’t sure what he’d expected from Savine after he admitted his folly, but he had certainly expected more emotion from her than what she showed. He had pressed her hand against his chest, kneeling before her, knowing he could not brace himself against the pain he was about to reveal to her, and she had let it course through her own veins. She had watched what was known as Gale’s Folly with a damnable amount of grace, something he’d only ever be able to bear witness to, and had let her hand linger over his heart after he’d shown her everything. 

If anything, she pushed the warmth of her palm against the orb even harder, as if reaffirming her own existence in his paltry life. 

“I understand if you wish to part ways. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness thus far, and I have repaid it with the risk of your life. All of your lives. Just say the word, and I am gone.” He said softly, praying to the Gods that she’d keep him. 

That she’d give him a chance to prove himself. 

She cocked her head and studied him, feeling the rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers. “Where would you go? What would you do?” Her voice was soft and calm. 

He could’ve sworn his heart actually stopped. Instead of being met with fear and disgust, she was actually calm . “Uh, well, I suppose I’d traverse to the darkest corners of the Underdark where I could let myself go without fear of harming any others. Or perhaps I’d let myself turn illithid and pray that I make it to a fleet of nautiloids to erupt there, taking out as much of the Absolute as possible.”

Savine nodded, her lips pursed in thought. “No,” her answer was firm, resolute. “I trust you, Gale. I trust you to tell me if your condition has reached the point of no return, if our lives are truly at risk.” 

He could hardly comprehend her words, so grateful he was to her and her kindness. Their other companions, however, were not so kind in stifling their reactions. 

“We’re just going to let a veritable bomb travel in our midst? He lied. Who’s to say he isn’t a little spy himself, working against us and just waiting to kill us before we can escape our fates?” Astarion scowled, angrily stepping between Savine and Gale. 

“If I cared about lies, I would not travel with a single one of you,” Savine spoke carefully, her eyes flashing a warning. “As it stands, Karlach, Lae’zel, and Halsin are the only people who have not dared lie to me, yet I keep all of your company just the same,” she shot a look at Shadowheart, too. “He stays. That’s final.” 

If either Astarion or Shadowheart had a rebuttal, it fell dead on their lips. She was right. They had all lied to her, kept something vital from her, and she had given them all the same grace and right as anyone who hadn’t. 

Gale could’ve wept with relief. 

The warmth of her palm finally left his chest and he was so exhausted he wanted to collapse, but her hand was extended in front of him – an olive branch. 

“Stand, Gale of Waterdeep. We have things to do.” 

He grinned, trying not to let too much of his relief actually show, though he knew she could see it whether he hid it or not. 

He thanked the stars that their paths were so aligned. 

This is continued on AO3! Thank you so much for reading!! ☺️

[kellycataclysm]

Bewitched, body and soul

I was very lucky to commission my wonderful friend @sunshinecovey to draw this moment from a little something I am working on.

Throughout the month of October I have been working on a series of short episodes in the life of Lyra and Harvey based on various prompts. A prompt about costumes got me thinking. Then I did a rewatch of everyone's favourite regency set tv show and it got me thinking some more.

I had never written a Spirit's Eve fic for them, so now is the time. Hopefully in the next couple of weeks (Real World dependent) I should have this romantic and spicy little moment ready to share.

Waiting for Your Embrace is coming soon!

Thank you so much for working with me again Sunny. You always draw Lyra and Harvey with such love and care it just makes my heart sing. Lyra looks so beautiful in her regency dress and Harvey... is perfection as always. They both are.

Thank you so much! I adore you! <3

[maidenlesslilith]

Another new addition to my Fictober series!! This time featuring my Baldur's Gate Drow character, Isadora (Isa). I typically follow the Gale romance pipeline but have a sincere love for Halsin's character too. This fic is an exploration of the tense and tentative friendship between Isa and Halsin.

Check out:

Day Thirteen: That's not the point

It was the softness surrounding her that made Isa wake, the warmth and soft sunlight peering in through a haphazardly made window heating her skin to just hot enough to be uncomfortable; the fur beneath her body kept the warmth tightly against her but still let her breathe, as she hadn't been able to in ages.

But the surroundings were unfamiliar, even if the comforting scent of honey and pine and earth permeated the space and made her feel safe, made her feel home.

As her silver eyes fluttered open, the sight above her was forest green canvas, gently flapping with the sway of a slight breeze outside. And suddenly the scent and the fur and the warmth made some kind of sense.

She was in Halsin's tent.

She wasn't sure why she was in Halsin's tent, but at least she knew where she was.

As the waking world greeted her, her body screamed. She turned her head slightly, wincing at the sudden sharp ache that pierced through her skull and radiated down the length of her spine. The pain was sitting unbearably along every inch of her; each muscle felt pulled and taut, each bone felt fractured or splintered. Her tongue was rough and dry like sandpaper and she felt as if she could choke on it if she lingered on her own any further. The worst part was, she couldn’t even remember what had happened to put her in this position. 

Her sore and tired eyes found Halsin, kneeling beside her, his eyes closed and his lips moving rapidly as he spoke continuous and quiet prayer into the space. Dark circles nestled beneath his eyes showed her a glimpse of just how injured she was; he must've been working day and night to heal her, to bring her back.

If you enjoyed this snippet, I'd love to see you on AO3! The rest of the story is there! Thanks for reading 🤗

[afloweroutofstone]

The whole damn state works for the feds

[maidenlesslilith]

Catching up with my Fictober writing when I should absolutely be doing other things 💀

This fic is for Bones, the TV show, which I'd highly recommend if you've enjoyed the X Files!

I'm enjoying jumping into new fandoms and learning how to write new characters! It's an adjustment, but I'm glad for the opportunity to expand and hopefully improve my writing.

But anyway, please check out:

Day Twelve: Did you hear that?

The deep brown eyes staring back at her were no longer familiar. The concern he wore, etched deeply in the lines of his face, was once a balm for her anxious mind. It had been a long time since he'd looked at her like that. Since that concern had been reserved for her. He was always there, once, worried about her. 

She couldn't remember the last time she looked into his eyes and saw herself. 

With an aching sense of disrepair, loss, and a touch of fear, she fled. 

Her name echoed down the hallway as he called after her, but she couldn't face his unseeing eyes any longer. She couldn't stand in his unfamiliar gaze and wonder what she'd lost, what she'd willingly denied herself. And she dared not find the shattered pieces of her reflection in the form of another woman standing between them.

"Bones, wait–" his voice, once her hearth and home, now sent flames licking up her spine. 

The elevator doors closed, but not before she saw the fear in his eyes. 

Her phone was ringing before she could even leave the building. 

She didn't answer. 

He didn't follow. 

*****

If you liked this snippet, please check out the full fic on AO3!! Thanks for reading!!

[lemon-zesttt]

they're all gonna wake up with neck pains smh 🙄

Idk what compels me to draw them in a train, but here we are

[maidenlesslilith]

I feel an idea for a fic brewing.....

[ichorknight]

obsessed with harvey at the y2 luau. absolutely busting ass with this quirked up jpeg shuffle. hes such a shut-in i bet this was like a magical girl transformation for him. the townsfolk see him walk onto the dance floor and are like ohhhh shit peepaws about to bust it down narsty style. fuck it UP white boy. the last ditch effort of a swagless migratory bird throwing back his ENTIRE pussy to attract a mate. im so obsessed with him you dont understa

[roboticnebula]

Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

[itsmeglycine-deactivated2025100]

[maidenlesslilith]

Woohoo!! I couldn't help myself and decided to post a smutty Part Two of Day 10's fic from yesterday. This fic is NSFW and definitely 18+, so please see the tags on my AO3 page before reading.

Without further ado, if you'd like to know how Harvey and Imogen's date ended up, please check out:

Day Eleven: Well That Worked Out Great

The satin straps of Imogen’s dress were smooth against Harvey’s deft fingers as he tugged them down over her freckled shoulders, easing her dress lower and lower. She gracefully slipped her arms from them as their lips moved slowly against each other. 

The night had been perfect; Gus had given them a private table in the Saloon, keeping them away from the hoots and hollers the few townsfolk had given them upon their arrival. Gen and Harvey had been absent from social town life for a while now, for good and obvious reasons, but their friends had missed seeing them. And seeing them all gussied up for a night on the town, well, there had to be a little teasing. For dinner was eggplant parmesan for Gen with a side garden salad, and for Harvey, there was lobster bisque and Gus’s famous five-cheese grilled cheese. It was delicious, as always, and both had thoroughly enjoyed getting to speak with each other about life without little voices interrupting them. 

And now, as Gen suppressed a moan, her husband’s delicate hands were hot across her skin in the safety and comfort of their bedroom. Her satin, emerald dress was steadily slipping down her body as he continued to maneuver them towards the bed. Her lips burned against his as he sucked and bit at them, his hands steady on her hips as he gripped the fabric barrier between them. 

“Fuck–” he gasped, burying his face in her neck and sucking at a pulse point. “You smell so good, Genny, what is that? New perfume?” 

She burst out laughing, clinging to his shoulders for support as she wobbled on her heels. 

He pulled away with a dazed look, his brow furrowed in amused curiosity. “What?”

“It’s soap, Harv. You think I smell good because I took a shower.” She continued to giggle, even as he returned his attention to her neck.

“Mmm mm,” he murmured during a particularly wet kiss. “I think it’s just you.” 

See the AO3 link above to finish the story!! Thank you!!

[author-ize]

[maidenlesslilith]

I'm not as active on here as I'd like to be, especially now with Twitter in ruin, but I just wanna let everyone know that I'm doing Fictober 2024!! I'm a couple fics behind but will have plenty of time to catch up this coming week.

Day 10: Is this normal?

The cool autumn air felt almost cold against Harvey’s red cheeks. His arms were full of various sundries as he made his way home and the handle of the small bag he had clenched between his teeth was starting to wear down his resolve. He was sweating profusely beneath his tweed suitcoat and even with the chill of the weather, he felt overheated. 

Gen had taken the kids for the afternoon and they’d gone down to Leah’s to help her decorate for fall. He hadn’t really been listening, but he’d heard something vaguely along the lines of ‘leaf piles and punkins, daddy ’ and he’d left it at that. As soon as they’d wandered far enough down the path, he’d nearly sprinted into town, desperate to pick up a few things at Pierre’s before the zoo that was his wonderful life got back home. 

And now, in his arms and mouth and whatever other appendages he could spare, he carried fresh flowers for a bouquet, diapers, formula, a bottle of hand-soap, a new stuffed animal (Kit had lost hers in the river the other day), a few packets of seeds that Gen needed, and new toothbrushes, because nothing said romance like household needs being met. 

As for the little bag in his mouth, well…that was a treat for Gen and only Gen. Well, maybe it was for him a little bit too.

If you're still here, thanks for sticking around!! You can find the rest of this fic on AO3 🤗

[rosenkranz-does-things]

I've been too busy to draw stuff for myself this past month, but I think I deserve a little treat, so here's a Wetwired poster :')

[rosenkranz-does-things]

close-ups :)