#katplanet

[doyouhearthefranzising]

*whispers* they don’t know i’m reading life-changing vampire porn on the bus

[gremlinsminion]

the polycule has a max occupancy by katplanet 🔥🔥🔥🔥

I feel like this series isn’t getting enough love, while it stands out to me in the whole body of iwtv fics. It literally rewired my brain and made me think things and feel things that… I reread it like six times? I’m about to commit certain paragraphs to memory for times when I can’t grab my phone.

It’s set post-Dubai with some DM flashbacks. It has a polycule in it, but they have to make it work first :) It has whole chapters of just feelings and pretty heavy dialog, and then chapters with insane vampire smut. I started reading for Armandaniel, but I might say the author does DanLou best (I don’t think I ever felt that safe in a fic, it was bliss!), so if that’s your thing, you may skip straight to “body of a body”, then read the first two chapters of “care and keeping”, and then the boys are up to some mindblowingly hot, body-positive public sex in chapter 4 of “superset theory”. 

I’m a little bit sad the author didn’t write more in the iwtv fandom, but I guess quality over quantity, right? 

[impishtubist]

95 wolfstar :3

95. "I'm a mess."

“I’m a mess.”

“Well, that’s what you get for finger painting with the toddler.” A smile tugged at Remus’s lips at the sight of his paint-covered partner, even though he tried to look disapproving. He picked up the packet of finger paints, and groaned when he read the label. “Seriously, Pads? You had to get ones that are resistant to household cleaning charms?”

“What?” Sirius snatched the package out of Remus’s hands to read it for himself. “Harry picked them out!”

“Harry’s three, love, he can’t read.” The toddler in question tugged on Remus’s trouser leg, and Remus lifted him into his arms, thankful that the paint on him had already dried. This was his favorite cardigan, after all. “Time for a bath, little one. Soap and water’s the only way any of that is coming off. You too, Padfoot.”

“Pafoo!” Harry shouted happily, and Sirius grinned.

“Well, if you insist.”

“Sirius, no--”

But Sirius had already transformed and bounded out of the kitchen. Remus sighed.

“I guess I’m giving a dog a bath tonight.”

“Yes,” Harry agreed cheerfully. Remus kissed him on the nose.

“It’s a good thing the two of you are cute.”

[enklavefest]

Author: @katplanet Prompt: omegaverse pair bonding

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Klaus Hargreeves/David “Dave” Katz Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, David “Dave” Katz Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Beta/Omega, Explicit Sexual Content, Pheromones, Mating Bites, Hypothetical Pregnancy, Sexy Lore, Fantasy Doctor Visits, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Nausea/Illness Language: English

Dave did a lot of reading at an impressionable age, maybe built up some expectations about the kind of bouquet that was going to hit his nose when he fell in love. But Klaus doesn’t smell like spices, or flowers, or anything as esoteric as home. Klaus smells like a person. A warm skin smell, rich and deep, buried in the earth of his body. It’s strongest where Klaus sweats, all his vulnerable dips and valleys, and when Dave tucks his nose behind Klaus’s ear and inhales he can actually feel his thoughts go fuzzy for a second, like a radio between stations.

There’s nothing to compare it to. Nothing compares.

“Love you,” Dave says into Klaus’s throat.

Klaus nudges at Dave with his heel. “Yeah, do something about it.”

[impishtubist]

🥥!!

🥥  Share a scene where a character makes a discovery

But Sirius has stopped listening entirely. Instead, his bleary eyes finally catch up with what his sleep-muzzy mind is seeing, and he realizes that Hermione is holding a child. A child with messy hair and glasses and bright green eyes. A child who can't be more than three or four years old.

Sirius scrubs his eyes. The child is still there.

“Is that--”

“Yeah,” Ron says. “Yeah, it’s Harry.”

[impishtubist]

glasses emoji and microphone emoji!!!!

(Questions come from this meme)

🎤 - what’s a strongly-held opinion you have about fics?

You know, I was going to write something mean about Snape here just to be a dick, but instead I'll give you a real answer ;)

AUTHORS, STOP WRITING FLASHBACKS. I'm so fucking sick of flashbacks. You know what's way more effective and not boring? Folding the information that you want to convey via flashback into the story instead. It is SO ANNOYING to click on a fic update, thinking you're getting a new chapter that's about to move the story along, but no, it's a flashback instead. I don't care what happened in the past, before the story happened! I want to know what's going to happen next! That's why I'm reading the story!

tl;dr Flashbacks are the worst, people need to stop writing them :)

👓 - what’s a tiny detail you wrote that you’re proud of?

Uh, I have a goldfish memory and immediately forget everything about a fic as soon as I've posted it, lmao. But I liked the detail I put into August Rain about sound not being able to cross the wards around the cottage.

[impishtubist]

cant believe i married a snater (snape hater)

I can't believe I moved in with a snapewife (derogatory)

[enklavefest]

Author: @katplanet Rating: Explicit Relationship: Klaus Hargreeves/David “Dave” Katz Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, David “Dave” Katz Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Drug Use, Vampire Klaus, Human Dave, Biting, Vague Alternate History, Offscreen Nonconsensual Turning, Vampire-Typical Blood Stuff, Vampire-Typical Homoerotic Melodrama Language: English Chapters: 1/?

Dave swings his legs over the side of his cot, which there’s still a man at the foot of. He’s staring at Dave, or possibly at the middle distance between them. Motionless and pale, a little glassy in the eyes, mouth hanging open and - ah.

“On your feet, private,” the CO says, and the man doesn’t move.

What’ll happen next is the CO will repeat himself, and then he’ll repeat himself louder, and then he’ll grab the man by the scruff and probably scare the living daylights out of him, no pun intended, and none of them have time for that. So Dave leans forward, ducks until he’s level with the man’s eyes.

“Hey,” Dave says to him, as kindly as he can manage with the CO looming, with the gunfire in the distance getting closer. “What’s your name?”