for the wip meme: i am intrigued by both mvkgantlanaworth subswap and gumworth weighted blanket!
i'll do the weighted blanket one first, and then the mvkgantlanaworth one under the cut!
the weighted blanket fic is actually one of the first fics i ever started for gumworth! i've started several autism/age regression/trauma/etc. related gumworth fics, but i've never been able to finish them because i tend to get caught up in making them feel natural, rather than... i can't explain what i dislike about it, but maybe stiff? preachy is not the right word, but it's close enough to it.
anyway, this one is about gumshoe realizing edgeworth could benefit from a weighted blanket, and here's a snippet ❤️💚:
“Dick,” Edgeworth says, patting his back gently. Afternoon light is streaming in from the windows, and he isn’t used to sleeping in so late. “You’re heavy.”
Gumshoe decides to fake snoring in response, his heavy chest pressing down on Edgeworth’s. Edgeworth attempts to snort.
“Don’t pretend to be asleep. You know you’re shit at acting.”
“Mm,” he finally says, nuzzling his face into Edgeworth’s shoulder. “Comfy.”
“That’s good to hear. You’re still too heavy to be putting all your weight on me.” He’s not, not really. He’s only half on Edgeworth anyway, a leg thrown over his own, breathing deep and warm into the space between his neck and shoulder. It’s nice.
“You don’t like cuddling?” he says, kissing at his neck now.
Edgeworth hesitates, absently touching Gumshoe’s short, black hair. He sighs.
“No. It’s nice.”
then the mvkgantlanaworth:
SO discussions with a certain lovely someone who doesn't use tumblr that often led to: gantlana in a D/s relationship, mvkworth in a D/s relationship. but what if they swapped submissives for a week or so. what would they all learn from the experience? what can they get that they aren't getting from their original arrangements?
i've only written this small snippet, but i have some notes about what i think the dynamics would be like for each couple, and how that would change during/after the swap.
“I fail to see what benefits I receive from this arrangement. You’ve wanted to get your hands on the boy ever since his debut in court.” Von Karma sniffed, delicately. “I’ve made no such remarks about your pet whore.”
“I think it’ll be fun, Manny.” Gant leaned closer, drink splashing concerningly close to Von Karma’s pantleg. “You might learn something new!”
“Are you implying that I am somehow insufficient as a dominant?”
“Never!” He looked down, grinning as he swirled his drink a little harder and Manny’s fist clenched at his side. “Listen, it’s good to know what you like. But we can’t hold those two back because of our preferences, can we?”
Von Karma was silent, staring furiously at Gant’s slowly stilling beverage.
“You can think on it a little longer. It’d only be for a week, at most.” Gant laughed. “Unless they decide they like their new homes. Then maybe a little longer!”
tagged by the lovely @haljathefangirlcat to rec five of my fics!!!
i'm still pretty new to actually publishing my work, so i'll do my best!!! under the cut for length (and subject matter). most of these are going to be Explicit, about Ace Attorney and involve Gumshoe/Edgeworth because I don't really write much else at the moment 😅
my baby's got a gun, Explicit, tagged with Rape/Non-Con for safety but is actually consensual, in which Gumshoe and Edgeworth dabble in some harder consent-play and take on the roles of Home Invader and Abusive Boss, respectively. I am still very very proud of this one. I tend to write a really soft D/s dynamic for these two, so this fic pushed me out of my comfort zone into writing more mean dialogue for Edgeworth, and I think it flowed together really beautifully.
Desperado, Explicit, tagged with Rape/Non-Con, but for real this time, in which Damon Gant manipulates Edgeworth and Gumshoe to their breaking points. I have a lot of things I wish I had done differently with this fic. Namely I don't include scenes with Lana or Phoenix, which I think is a shame when it comes to Gant. But, once again, this pushed me out of my comfort zone and got me to write my first fic over 10k words. And it was a gift for a certain someone, and they liked it a lot. So I'm rather proud of that.
Benefits and Considerations, a short, G-rated ficlet, about Mafia AU Gumshoe and Edgeworth, and marriage. But I really like the tone of it, and what you can glean from how the rest of the universe is different by how they interact. And Edgeworth being soft, even when he is the head of the mob.
best laid plans, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con (into Romance), a Horace Knightley/Simon Keyes fic written as a gift, in which Simon makes the best of his stupid best friend's incompetence. Writing Simon was a lot of fun; I usually tend to write the reverse of him, characters who sound mean but are actually quite soft on the inside. I'm proud of how I balanced his scheming internal dialogue with what he actually says, and the hints that he's lying even to himself. I'm also happy with this one because I know it was written for someone who loved it.
an out-and-out success, Explicit, a fluffy and messy aphrodisiac-induced Barok/Albert Harebrayne fic, which was also written as a gift. I fell in love with these two when I first got to the case Albert appears in, and I knew I had to write it as my exchange option. I struggled a little with this one, because I was so new to the characters, but I'm very happy with how it came out, and that my recipient loved it. I think I did a good job of balancing Barok's secret tenderness with his outward menace, and making Albert just as funny as he is in the game.
I do wish I had more non-Explicit options to rec, but I love writing smut so much! So I won't apologize for that.
I'll tag... @forkflinger and @ultraviolet-ink. I don't know that I really have any other mutuals who write who haven't been tagged already! If I didn't tag you and YOU write, you should @ me so I can see your rec list!!!
haahhaha okay so this post made me wanna write really bad so here i go. quick 1000 word fic (a little bit more but shh)
also trans girl nat is Go
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Nathaniel lies straight and prone in bed, but besides that there is little that is perfect about her now. Her hair is a mess, there are scars running up from her neck, exposed by the hospital gown, while the gown also hides the deep wound in her side. Her breathing is erratic, jumpy, barely there in one moment and heavy in the next. There are deep circles under her eyes that one could mistake for bruises were it not for the ones lining her arms.
And yet, through all of it, she looks peaceful. Through the blood and bruises, she looks as if she could not have a care in the world.
Beside her, curled up in the crook of her neck, lies a raven, sitting eerily still. It breathes in time with her, though it does not even need breath. It sits there for long hours, waiting for her to wake, bearing being shooed away by tittering nurses.
One day, she does wake.
It's a slow process. It starts with the tips of her fingers, slowly twitching, slowly coming back to life. Then her eyes flutter, her mouth opens in a quiet gasp. The raven immediately, and carefully, so as not to be noticed, retires to the nightstand.
Slowly, slowly, she opens her eyes fully, looking out at the white world of her hospital room. Her eyes are unfocused, bleary, at first, as she looks around, taking in the charts on the walls, the lone potted flower on her nightstand, and then the raven. She blinks, makes sure she isn't still dreaming. She doesn't know why this would be a dream. All of her dreams were of fire and screaming, blood and war. Unless her dreams before were the real ones, and this is but a brief respite before death. Then, the raven speaks.
"Well. You're awake then." It's voice is low and brooding, but somehow warm, as if it is only barely holding back boundless joy. Nathaniel is reminded vaguely of a silly little poem written years and years ago.
Realization dawns upon her as she recognizes the voice. A slow, sleepy smile spreads across her features.
"Bartimaeus?"
"Yes. It's me." The raven hops a little closer, moving to sit next to her hand. "I'm still here."
"But why?" she says, confusion crinkling in her eyes. "I dismissed you. You should be in the Other Place. You should be home."
"Well, Natty-girl, you are not the only one who knows or has need of the great Bartimaeus." The raven fluffs out its plumage at this. Nathaniel laughs, warmth coming to her pale cheeks. "Kitty wanted me to keep an eye on you, while she's off rebuilding."
Bartimaeus pointedly leaves out the bit where he requested Kitty charge him with this.
Nathaniel, on the other hand, goes quite red.
"She was concerned? For me?"
The raven gives her a gentle slap on the unbruised part of her arm.
"Of course she was! Loathe as I am to admit it, I was too! You were dead! I don't even know how you're back now!" The raven sniffs angrily and ruffles its feathers out in anger. "You've been asleep for weeks."
"Huh. That must be why I feel so well rested. Though I can't feel most of me."
"That'll be the pain-killers. You're pretty badly wounded."
"So I am." Nathaniel looks down at herself now, seeing only the bruises and cuts on her arms but knowing the damage must be even greater beneath her sheets and gown. She turns and notices the small depression next to he head, vaguely raven-shaped. "So you've just been sitting on my nightstand, waiting for me to wake up for several weeks, is that it?"
"Yes. That is exactly it."
Nathaniel smiles, remembering the incident with Kitty, which seemed like only a few hours ago.
"Good. We wouldn't want any confusion of affection between us."
"Yes. There is, of course, none." The raven looks pointedly away. It breathes out a sigh. There's a knock then, at the door.
"Come in," Nathaniel calls, cheerily, and there she stands.
The grey in her hair has faded, now, but there are still deep streaks against her dark brown hair. Nathaniel notices that wrinkles have faded, too, though they can still be seen faintly. She looks tired and worn and old, but to Nathaniel, she is the most beautiful person she has ever laid her eyes on.
And when she sees Nathaniel, her eyes light up, and Nathaniel swears she can see her aura again, turning pink and yellow and green and spreading out to fill the room with a glow like heaven.
Nathaniel blinks, then, and it's gone.
But Kitty has begun to walk towards her, slowly, with noticeable restraint. In time, she reaches Nathaniel's side and takes Nathaniel's hand in hers. She's trembling as she does.
"Hello, Kitty."
"Hello, Nathaniel." Her voice is shaky but strong, and it makes Nathaniel's heart sing. Distantly, she can hear Bartimaeus cackling. Kitty gently flicks Bartimaeus with her finger.
"You look lovely," Nathaniel says hazily, already falling back under. "Even more beautiful than I remember."
Kitty laughs, her voice low and warm and quiet.
"You look like shit, if you don't mind me saying."
"No, no... I'm well aware. It's all right. I could be dead."
"Yes." Kitty sobers quickly. "You could be."
There's a long silence.
"Though I'd like to know why I'm not, I don't think I have the energy to. My bed is warm, and your hand is warm, and Bartimaeus, as much as he would like to deny it, is very comfortably resting by my arm. I think what I want now is just. To rest." Nathaniel laughs. "I've been asleep for weeks, why do I suddenly feel so tired?"
"Shh," Kitty soothes, moving closer to tuck Nathaniel's hair behind her ear. It's grown quite long while she's been asleep, at least compared to how short it was before. "Rest. We'll be here when you wake up again."
"Mm," Nathaniel protests, quietly, eyes fluttering shut once again. "Do you promise?"
"I promise. With all my heart, I promise. I will be here when you wake up. It's only fair, considering you managed to keep your promise."
"True," Nathaniel says, faintly, breathing slowing, her face falling into peace. "Very... true."
"Sleep," Kitty says, and before she falls back under, she swears she can feel something curl up next to her neck, and gentle lips on her forehead.
"Sleep," Kitty says, tears in her eyes as she holds Nathaniel's hand to her face and weeps for joy for the first time in years.
it's kind of bad and just stream of consciousness but
all of jakob's lines are spoken, majority of kitty's lines are sung until her spoken line on
KITTY
Resistance!
And it's burning in our blood
Resistance!
And it's flowing like a flood
Resistance!
Yet we stand back and wait
For the magicians
To crush us
Under their thumb
JAKOB
There's nothing you can do.
KITTY
Resistance!
You know we need it!
Resistance!
And the past will precede it!
Resistance!
Yet you're willing to do nothing
While we squirm and we cower
JAKOB
What can I do?
KITTY
Yet you're willing to do nothing
Except squabble and plunder
Resistance!
Where is the one that we need?
It is nowhere!
To be found in this scene
JAKOB
Kitty, it's impossible!
KITTY
Resistance!
JAKOB
It won't work.
KITTY
Resistance!
JAKOB
You'll get hurt!
KITTY
Resistance!
JAKOB
Kitty, stop!
KITTY
We're running out of time.
Resistance!
JAKOB
Kitty, it's a foolish idea.
KITTY
Resistance!
JAKOB
You'll just make things worse!
KITTY
Resistance!
JAKOB [shouted]
Kitty, please!
[Pause]
KITTY
And they aren't growing kind.
JAKOB
Kitty, I know how you feel. But you can't just… resist.
KITTY [spoken]
And why not? What's stopping us? There's more of us then there are of them!
JAKOB
They have power, Kitty, enough that it doesn't make a difference.
KITTY
We could have that power too. They aren't born with it, you know. They need those books to get on. They're just like us, only they've had the privilege of knowledge.
JAKOB
Still-- how would you even start?
KITTY
I'd find others-- others like me. Keep quiet until we had enough forces. And then.
everyone needs to finish lockwood i can't contain my shippy feelings
little drabble with spoilers past chap 23 so if ur not there or not past don't read
In the first moment, Lockwood looks at me, eyes squinting as if trying to make out my shape. They're also strangely focused, like he was sure who I was but wasn't sure how I was alive.
In the second, he kisses me.
His lips are dusty and mine are chapped and both of us are bloody and sore but somehow it is the best thing that has happened to me in weeks. I feel invigorated, as if I could take on a whole other batch of Type Twos-- Type Threes, even, if they exist. My entire body vibrates and all I can do is grasp his face and pull him closer and closer to me.
From the side, I hear George cough, and I pull away. Lockwood makes a noise.
"Where was his slap in the chops? Where was his firm shaking? There're double standards at work here." His face is flushed as he says it and looks a bit sad, even as he tries to poke fun at us.
Lockwood just smiles at him and raises a finger, beckoning to George.
"Come here."
"What? No. You'll do something."
"No I won't."
"You'll pull on my nose or something for being rude."
"George, I won't. Trust me."
George blows out an irritable gust of air. He considers Lockwood, who's smiling gently and holding his hand out. Finally, George shuffle-crawls over to where Lockwood and I sit on the ground.
"Look, I'm so--" George starts, but then Lockwood kisses him too, and in this moment, all I can do is stare. George splutters briefly, his cheeks going crimson from their pale pink, his arms flailing wildly at his sides. Then he settles, melting into Lockwood's hands on his face. His eyes close. I wonder if we looked like that. I suppose the only difference is George is content to let Lockwood take the lead, holding his face like he's made of the most delicate porcelain. It's enough to make me blush. Finally, Lockwood pulls away.
"Right! No use sitting around! We can't stay in this basement forever. We'd best get to thinking about how to get out." He stands, abruptly, a new spring in his step. George and I stay on the floor, staring at him, then each other. There's a silence, then George clears his throat.
"Well, then."
"Yes. Ahem. Um."
"Yes."
We continue to stare at each other for a moment.
"We should eat something, before we get to work," I say, helpfully.
"Ah. Yes. Good idea, Lucy," George says, rather blandly. I doubt the blush on either of our cheeks has faded.
"Well," I say, standing and offering a hand to him. "Let's get to it."
He clears his throat again before nodding and taking my hand.
thbb ok quick writing thing to just get it out of my head
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You turn towards him when he calls your name, his fingers and palms meeting your cheeks as he cups your face. He stares intently at you-- not at your eyes, but something else, something that you've almost put your finger on before he leans forward to kiss you on the nose.
Oh.
He pulls away, smiling, looking utterly pleased with himself. His thumbs rub at your cheekbones. You frown, decide that looks too angry, decide on a pout.
"What was that for?" You know what it was for. You're trying not to blush.
"Daily Nat's Nose Appreciation. It's a thing now, I think," he says, moving his hands to rest on your shoulders. "Yeah. Definitely a thing," he says, watching the flush rise in your cheeks.
"My nose isn't that great. Too big," you say, turning away from him but his hands go to your face again, turning you back to him. "What! It isn't, Ptolemy."
He looks at you, just as intently as before, turns your face this way and that way, up and down, pulls away and looks at you from afar, leans in and looks at you so close you can almost feel his breath. Finally, he seems to come to a conclusion.
"...still a dreamboat. Yeah. And still a cute nose."
"Ptolemy, my nose is the size of a boat."
"Then why don't you take me out for a ride on your dreamnose, dream boy?"
You snort, splutter, look entirely unattractive, but he still smiles wider. Your lips are a hard line as you try not to laugh.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"No, no, I just--"
"Did I say something silly? Something embarrassing?"
"No! I. Well yes, but." You give up trying not to laugh and fall forward, hiding your face against his collarbones. He squirms.
"I don't understand Nat. What is so funny. There is no way I said anything incredibly dorky." You take a moment to calm down before you let your arms fall over his shoulders, breathing in deep. He holds you as your laughter subsides.
"Thank you," you say, so quietly you almost don't hear it, but he hums and strokes your hair. You tighten your grip around him. "Thank you."
"You are welcome, Prince Dreamnose."
"Don't start again."
"Start what, Dreamy McNosepants?"
"Ptolemy I can't breathe--"
"What is so funny, Boy With the Dreamy Nose!"
Cackling, pulling him closer, trying to hide your face and kiss his all at once can only lead to you falling to the floor from your perch on the couch, but with the way he's laughing too, now, with the way he's trying to pull you closer and hide his face and kiss yours all at once, well.
You, Sir Dreamboat of the Family Dreamnose, can't bring yourself to care.
