Soo, how did Jez's and Guest's relationship turn for them thinking the other hates them to Guest basically being Jez's new father?
It’s a bit funny actually, considering Guest died on part one, and Jez died before he could even meet Guest, these two do not have a good impression of each other.
Guest, knowing his last memory is of the general murdering his childhood best friend, would immediately not like Jez, but it’s more of a uncomfortable feeling and he is really conflicted, kind of just glaring at Jez from the distance, not knowing how to approach the situation, Guest is, after all, a traumatized individual.
For Jez, in this au, when he is forsaken, it’s his lowest point, doesn’t agree with their dad (bacon general) but there’s still, I wouldn’t call it affection, just, he is still his father in a way, I feel like the relationship between these two it’s very complicated, I also want to explore that more,think of that moral Orel style, Craig and Orel type of deal, this is a Jez that has been beaten up and thrown into the worst situation ever, so, in his mind, they totally deserve whatever Guest throws at him, and just, accepts it.
I had it in my mind that it would come slowly, little bits of conversations and incidents that would kind of put in doubt the perception these two have of each other, this all implodes when Zara is introduced, Jez being told that Rose “betrayed” them both, that his father destroyed her family, that he also killed their mother (Zara, in her vengeance spree finds about this one way or another), that if he’s getting in her way of revenge she won’t hesitate to bring them down, considering the two of them are, hm, 15 I think at some point it all crumbles down, for both Jez and Zara.
In Jez’s case, in his absolute rock bottom they would spill everything, his entire life, how he got here, etc, and that’s when it happens everything shifts, and they both bond yaayyy
I guess I really liked the collective agreement that Guest totally adopted Jez in like, canon and I smashed that together with this au, totally self indulgent
On a more lighter note, a lot of the au is basically this
can i offer you the trade of a predsuma story for a silly art sometime in the future? i just think hes the most guy ever and ive already read all the fics i can find of him ;-;
i dont have good context for it but im pretty sure if you go into the headcanons channel and just keyword xisuma by pop you will find so many results. x and predsuma are also likely to have stuff under them. i talk about him a lot.
I'm posting this right before heading into work. Thank you to @a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog for beta reading this for me and I hope you like you're predsuma Pop! I shall be in contact in regards to the promised art with my quiry. Thank you. <3
Xisuma pulled his mask off his face, taking a deep breath of the air. The burn of oxygen made his lungs scream but at least it was enough to wake him. He was used to the occasional change in the air regardless of how it felt since he’d experienced the same reaction since childhood. The life of a void walker wasn’t supposed to leave the void since they were considered a part of it making their lungs unable to withstand oxygen for long periods. He still liked the sting sometimes, often removing it for the sake of that burn, just like now.
He was sitting in his home, a building waiting to be continued but his body was completely exhausted. Suma had been up for a while, having spent the last twelve hours patching up the code error Doc had caused with his latest world eater. He was frustrated by it but at least the creeper hybrid had thought to tell him this time before one of the hermits ended up in a death loop he couldn't stop again. Tango had been so exhausted last time, having spent a solid two hours falling into the void nonstop, but at least he’d not have any permanent issues other than being light-headed for a few hours afterward.
The admin wasn’t in the mood for this to happen again but he’d fixed enough of it so that no one in the server might get pulled into a death loop. He slid his mask back up, latching the thing as it sucked the trapped oxygen out leaving him with a mix of hydrogen and helium instead. His lungs relaxed at the sensation, his breathing gentle and easy now that the harsh compound was gone.
The void walker knew he needed to take a break but he needed to make sure the code issue was completely solved. He also knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone showed up to make sure he didn’t pass out at his desk again. He sighed for a moment, rubbing his neck as his eyes drifted over to the counter and a familiar voice hit his ears. “Hey Sumashuma!”
X couldn’t help a small smile at the sight of the familiar angel hybrid, his eyes took in his small form made to be the angel on your shoulder and similarly mirrored by Impulse, a demon hybrid of the same stature. He had to admit it was ironic that the two tinies were best friends considering they were supposed to be opposites. Despite this, there were times when it felt like the two changed positions with Skizz’s tendency to follow Grian and Impulse’s unwavering kindness in most moments. However, those were just common behaviors his Hermits seemed to have.
“What are you doing here, Skizz?” The man asked calmly. He didn’t want to seem as bothered since, no matter how much his hermits got on his nerves, he always appreciated their presence regardless of the time. He watched as Skizz stepped forward, not hesitating to get close to the edge as he spoke.
“Well, a little birdy told me you’ve been working some code for a while!” The man said eagerly. Suma got to his feet, heading over to the kitchen counter to scoop the angel up. He chuckled a bit before lifting him as he continued. “And by a little birdy, I mean a big bird.” He added with a laugh.
“Grian isn’t gonna be too happy if he hears you call him that.” The admin admitted with a fondness in his voice, happy his players can be so confident in their jokes. He was happy to just talk with Skizz for a while, but a yawn was quick to interrupt their current discussion.
He recognized the sparkle in his eyes, sighing since he knew that this was gonna have the same outcome most people did when the angel saw an opportunity to be hidden in their stomachs. Suma let Skizz bounce, the tiny man happily speaking up. “Uppies!” He said eagerly. The admin sighed, knowing a smile was under his mask as he didn’t hesitate to unlatch the lower jaw again. He pulled it down, allowing oxygen to burn his lungs again. He could technically breathe the other’s air, it just caused a lot of strain on his system. He lifted his hands to his face, lips parting as he opened his mouth. The muscles inside looked inhuman, matching the void with how his tongue looked a nice deep blue before fading into a black with stars.
Xisuma’s weird insides were the main reason he liked to avoid swallowing his hermits if he could help it, but he also recognized that they didn’t even seem bothered by it. As he slipped him onto his tongue, he melted into the warm weight that settled rather quickly. He could fit him in his mouth without anything sticking out but it was overfull. He could feel the small squirms that the man gave, a hand eagerly patting his tongue as he carefully began to lick. The soft movements made his stomach growl, desperate to fill the neglected organ with a squirmy snack.
He closed his eyes as Skizz’s flavor spread over his taste buds, the angel seeming to taste like lemonade and he honestly enjoyed it. He took a few moments, drooling a bit as he took another burning breath before he swallowed. Xisuma felt as the tiny slid off his tongue and into his esophagus, a second gulp being enough to send him down completely. The void walker sighed as he traced Skizz’s path, following him down to his chest before he locked his mask back in place. His weight settling in his abdomen was nice, plus the fact it was one of his hermits tucked away and safely made it better.
He let the angel get comfortable, settling himself on the couch nearby as the squirming in his belly slowed.
I'm tempted to say get drunk for me (sing louder than you've sung for me), because I do love me some angst. But I think wby wins. I am writing the fic I want to see in the world and I'm very, very fond of it.
30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?
*waves hands at the entirety of g&d fic*
I DID NOT expect to wrap this year up by falling headfirst into a new fandom and having a whole bunch of new fic spill out. I cannot emphasize how much this was *not* in the cards. I'm delighted, don't get me wrong, but what the hell???
In re fic/writing itself, Jemis really did surprise me with the timing of The Kiss in wby :p I genuinely, literally didn't know that was happening until a paragraph before, and even then i side-eyed it (and him) a lot before going with it.
16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?
I think it might be Father-Son Relationship? that or Queer Relationships. The Mr. Buchance fics are all separate tiny one-shots, so there's 3 of them vs 1 of wby and 1 of wby timestamps.
17. Your favorite character to write this year?
This is ao3 wrapped, so I'm assuming it has to be in something published, and therefore I cannot say my Gambler from FaeBullshit wip :p in which case…
Hmm. I know I listed Roald and Perry as my most difficult, which you'd think would make Jemis my favorite. And I do love writing him, but writing the other two is also a blast, Roald is a delight and Perry. Perry I Get. Do I have to choose? I love all of them. There's a reason wby is all three POVs and switches at the drop of a hat :D
29.Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
oh gods, ask the hard one why don't you :p Umm. I'll do two and italicize the parts I like best?
I like Perry's whole speech in the chapel, but especially the end of this paragraph:
“We want to ask you to be ours, and be yours. Whatever the hell that looks like; it’s not like we know, either, Mr. Greenwing.” Perry smiles a fraction, then lets it fall away. “We just know that we want you with us for the rest of our fucking lives, and that doesn’t take a marriage or a magistrate. All it takes is you wanting it with us.”
And the whole of the consent discussion re: Lark is important to me, but I am pretty pleased with the imagery in this bit, where Perry takes Jemis's wrists and helps him stop panicking:
“Had to see to his wildings,” Perry says, low and gentle, and Jemis does not flee when his friend steps close, nor even when he carefully takes both Jemis’s wrists in his hands, fingers like manacles, like braces, like bandages. “Breathe with me. One, two, three.”
What on earth could HypothermiaFML possibly be, I can't imagine~
No idea, what's even in there, I have no clue???
Oh wait, here's a bit:
Perry makes a low humming sound and gently flicks Roald's earlobe; Jemis ducks his grin into the ball of Roald's shoulder. "Lummox," their mage grouses, though no one in the world could mistake his tone for a complaint. For anything but a depth of fondness beyond words. "You're an ox, how is it that you keep winding up squashing us?"
Those blue eyes don't open, though Roald huffs. "I," he sighs, and wiggles to a better position – mostly, Jemis would bet, to make Perry give an oof of protest, "am perfectly comfortable, and nothing you say will move me."
"Yes, that's rather the problem." Perry's gaze is bright with humor when he meets Jemis's eyes, his lips twitching. "Just because you act like a wet blanket – "
