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[its-ness-ness]

Due to the popularity of several of my Ao3 domestic-vampires-with-babies fics, I'm open to taking any domestic prompts if anyone is interested???? :)

I've also written 2 soft vampire pregnancy fics so that's open too I guess?

[phrynewrites]

i love how druk was Clearly planning on giving a'whora the villain edit until lawrence mentioned taywhora sexual tension and the production team went 'oh word 👀👀??' im losing it

Ness! You’re back!

But also they fully did intend for her to be our villain and to be such a mean pouty puss about everything, with nasty comments for everyone. I feel like she was much nicer and more vulnerable than we expected and it definitely helped that her and Tayce are so so flirty together and also so attractive together. And now we're all watching and falling in love with A'Whora because we're clearly seeing how lovable she is through someone we've already decided is charismatic (Tayce). I think because of this, she became like the commentator of the season? I think she had a good handle on how things were being perceived on our end, which was so fun to watch. 

[phrynewrites]

so I read the shark fic and I am 🥺🥺🥺🥺 during the pandemic I have been missing aquariums SO MUCH and this fic reminded me why.

the beginning is so so so poetic - that opening line is so soft and gentle and stunning and it completely drags you in. I was seconds away from abandoning the work altogether and ranting in your ask box about that single line. I love it so, so much.

the use of colour throughout it is stunning and incredible and i would expect no less of you. you can see the neons and the glows and the lights in your own head, and you entwine it so well with the energy of the piece and the energy between the two of them.

I am in love with your rory and tayce. every line in the piece is soaked in the love and tenderness that exists between them and i love it so so much. the way tayce knows exactly how to help rory and rory knows when to back off of tayce and give her some room is just. it’s so beautiful.

the fact that such a stunning fic like this came from a shitpost baffles me. i love this fic so, so much. 💖💖💖💖💖

Ahhh Ness! I love you! You’re so kind to my fic and I appreciate you so much! 💕

I’m so glad you liked how color played into the piece, I really wanted it to be a throighline between the aquarium scenes and awhora trying to design something.

Also I love an incorrect post and I’m totally gonna make turning shitpoats into fic my new blog title even if it takes me out of the tags fjdkfkfk because it’s really like this

[phrynewrites]

hi phryne!! if you're still taking prompts, could i ask for 39, 2, and 14 with scyvie for the combo? 💖💖💖

Hi Ness! I’m so sorry this took forever and practically got buried in my inbox. Hopefully this extra long drabble was worth the wait! Here’s a little The Audit scyvie.

39: “What are you hiding behind your back?”

2: “They’ll never want me the same way, why bother?”

14: “I know your secret.”

It all went downhill on Tuesday, when Scarlet came to work sniffling, claiming that she felt like she got hit by a golf card driven by her grandma, late to rummy. And Yvie should have sent her home, of course, instead of solving Scarlet’s sudden onset of chills with the extra sweatshirt and sweatpants she kept in her desk for emergencies—or late night work sessions that ended with sleeping on her couch. The thought of Scarlet cuddled up in her clothes, thankful for the warmth, overwhelmed any logic. 

But Scarlet continued coming into work for the rest of the week, muddling through it, sending off messages that required Yvie’s translation back into standard English and only lifting her head off the desk once every twenty minutes. It was too risky to call off work, especially now, since she’d narrowly kept her job and the department was still under so much strain because of it. Scarlet was convinced that if she called off sick, Brooke would find her house, come there, admonish her pile of gross used tissues and collection of romance novels and taste in wall art, and fire her immediately. And while Yvie knew that was crazy, she did question exactly how crazy that scenario was sometimes.

Enough was enough on Friday, when Scarlet walked into the department, and instead of sitting directly at her desk, kept going. Slow, lilting steps, that only stopped once she hit the back window and ended up sprawled out on the floor, aware enough to swear about her “damn head” and how “those birds and their glass are gonna pay for it.”

Yvie raced over, while Vanjie and Silky looked onward, knowing they probably shouldn’t roll their eyes at Yvie now, but those two were too much sometimes. 

“Shit, are you okay?” Yvie rolled Scarlet over, face washing out at Scarlet’s lucid grin. “How fucked up are you? Why aren’t you at home?” 

Yvie couldn’t be expecting an answer to either of those—she pressed further, wide eyed and simmering. “How did you get here?” 

Scarlet’s eyes lulled to Yvie’s side as she was pulled into her lap. “Brigid’s car.” 

Brushing Scarlet’s hair back with her hand, Yvie put it all together, growing restlessly furious. She called her ex, who either did Scarlet a favor or put Scarlet in her debt, and didn’t have the good sense or care to insist she stay home instead of fulfilling Scarlet’s slurred wishes for menial labor. 

“Cmon, let’s sleep this off.” Yvie hauled her up, just long enough to pull her into her arms and half carry her into her office. 

“Together?” Scarlet slurred in a little voice, the word barely making it past the curtain of hair covering her face. 

Smile-stricken, Yvie nodded, though she should practically remind herself that Scarlet, even after being rejected repeatedly by Brigid, would still call her first, and that Scarlet, even with a half functional mind and barely functioning limbs, would still choose Brigid. She’d never want Yvie in the same way, so she didn’t know why she bothered. 

Though the sight of Scarlet, heels kicked to the side, curled up on the couch, so small under Yvie’s leather jacket, was a compelling reason. 

Yvie crouched down at the end of the couch, pulling off Scarlet’s shoes

“What are you hiding?” Scarlet asked with a blink. “Behind your back.” 

Yvie bopped her nose with the flat shoe, scratched up from the salt that covered the sidewalks outside of city hall. “Your gross ass shoe.” She placed it next to the couch, lined up nicely at the heel. 

“Thought it was more afternoonquil,” Scarlet said, voice ebbing and flowing, unsuccessfully shrugging the coat up further. 

“Afternoonquil?” Yvie fussed with the jacket, before grabbing a blanket from a copy box under her desk. 

“Dayquil and Nyquil. It’s Afternoonquil. For the afternoon. Or just Quil. For Quil-ing,” Scarlet explained, eyes heavy. “Oh, blanket.”

“Yes, blanket,” Yvie replied, laying the blanket over her, tucking her feet in. She reminded herself later to look up what happens when you mix the two medicines together, though she guessed it just made you extremely stoned, medically speaking. 

She crouched down next to Scarlet, her heart swelling at how she hugged the jacket tight to her chest. And for a moment, she considered giving her a kiss to the forehead, nothing more than a quick peck. Friendly, even. Pulling the blanket up over her shoulders, she contemplated, turning over the fact that Scarlet still called Brigid, still wouldn’t take care of herself, but still unknowingly nuzzled into Yvie’s touch.

But as Yvie leaned down, Scarlet rolled over, making the decision for her.

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icons (referencing prior post)

dog

nyappenheimer

cheese cave

shot behind wal mart

pain

autism

Voting ended onAug 4, 2023

[its-ness-ness]

Hi! Just wanted to pop in and say I really enjoy your fics! It hits RIGHT in the feels. I especially love that Louis is always trans, means a lot to me being transmasc (Transmasc Louis my beloved 💔) Do you have more plans to write about Louis in the future?

THANK YOU FRIEND!

Honestly I feel Louis was always hardest to right BUT after the recent ~Rockstar AU Longboi~ I was super duper pleased with how he turned out, so....it's definitely a possibility! Thanks for the love and kindness, yo ❤

[its-ness-ness]

For the fic prompts: Louis, Lestat at baby Claudia on Christmas? Could use something fluffy right about now.

NOTED I'll get started on this when I can bestie >:)