#ray replies

[technicallyblakebelladonna]

watching you tweak over zoe and mio not being canon makes my day btw. just oh what's ray doing? crashing out over zomio. same as it has been.

don't know why tumblr buried this????????? damn

but also you are SO not wrong and i'm having the best time. zoe and mio should've been in love and i'm going insane every single time i think abt the fact that they're not canon???? like why did you DO this to us split fiction!!! why did you do this to us hazelight?!?!?!

[the-hydra-sys]

howdy fellow disabled system!! :O

how are y’all doing?

Yo, hey! We're good, how're you guys doing? - Ray

[letmesharpenyourclaws]

I found the fic you talked about in the tags!!

A MoShang Hanahaki fic at your service:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42228030

No way! Thank you so much!!! I was gonna look for it myself but thank you for finding it for me ♡♡♡

For anyone else, it's of my heart by sixthmoon on ao3 and I believe it's one you need an account to read!

Summary of the fic by sixthmoon:

[collection of my emperor sqh au threadfics from twitter + a summary of all my emperor au headcanons]

A few hundred years into their mutually unsatisfying marriage, First Consort Mobei-jun contracts a fatal disease, and Emperor Shang Qinghua, the man whose love is killing him, is determined to cure it.

[pastelprince18]

Plot twist: Flippy is 3-years old.

OMFG HE WENT TO THE WAR WHEN HE WAS A INFANT

[altfire-archive]

Hey just wondering what genre/topic you deconstructed in thatw? And how you went about it? Lol just genuinely still curious about your writing process

im at work so i cant go too into it rn but wrt thatw, i did a lot of like reflection on the sorts of toxic, power-imbalance ships that i was (and many others were/still are) into back in my early fandom days. especially stuff with a teenage (often minor, though ed is of age) protagonist.

like when i was younger, i would read soo much underage and toxic fic without any inclination that what was happening was wrong or bad bc the fics never framed it as such and i was honestly a child and totally naive. i was just 11 when i started reading fic. so with ed/verranil i just wanted to write a story like that where it was nauseatingly obvious how young and naive and manipulable a teenager can be, even if as a teenager one might feel like that isn't true, and how creepy and horrible the "love interest" is.

there's also the angle ofc that ed is a young, queer, trans man and there's that experience that so many young queer/trans ppl experience of being manipulated by an older member of the community bc of inexperience with one's own peers and never feeling wanted or desirable before. but that's not genre it's just a theme i had in mind while writing.

[punk-rock-science]

@orphanblackhearthstone said:

“I'm terrible with titles, but I'm all for anything and everything Vessel-verse, I loved that beautiful painful poetic one with all the formatting (you know the one.) Angst is like... your kingdom. Oh, found a title, 'she doesn't let go easy'! Amazing take on the finale. I'm also a fan of a certain reality-show AU that I hope will be published one day. Sorry, couldn't pick just one!”

efsgddgsdgkh oh man fresno yeah i love everythign about the vessel verse too so u kno, u got that good taste sdkfhsgkh

angst is absolutely my kingdom XD that’s where i rule. that poem was so so much fun too :3 formatting wasnt, but writing it by hand was enjoyable, pen to page n all that

and god yeah im still a little bitter over the fact that we didn’t get a more intimate scene for cosima and sarah in the finale so ofc i had to write that!!!!!

also wait honestly ur gonna have to remind me of this certain reality-show au bc i only have a vague memory of it XD

but either way thank uuuuu <3

[viewfromthevault]

phoebw!

Tell me on or off anon which oc of mine you think is the most attractive.

She is quite the catch, isn’t she?

[bitterwiinds-blog]

[ Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters. ]

Drabble prompts! (Always accepting tbh)

Read more for length; rebloggable <3

         “….. What is that?”

        “Why Soren, I am surprised you don’t-”

        “Don’t patronize me Zelgius, I know what it is. I suppose then since I am speaking with you I should have instead asked why is it in our house?” The basket he had brought with him as he ventured into the village market to buy a handful of necessary items was set off to the side (Soren once again being thankful for the shelf they had placed near the entrance to the aforementioned house), all the while his scowl never straying from the cat (kitten really) innocently sitting in the hallway before him.

        Quiet, muffled chuckles had him shifting his glaring to the perpetrator of this heinous act, Zelgius at least having the decency to cough sheepishly before schooling his features into neutrality. “It had no home, what else was I to do hmm?” 

        The look Soren gives him is not amused, even the cat agrees with his displeasure in the form of meowing loudly (obnoxiously) before full body twitching and racing off into another room. “Leave it, obviously.” With the cat now gone from sight, presumably off to make a mess elsewhere or scratch the furniture, Soren plucked his basket from the shelf and gestured for Zelgius to follow him as he began making his way to the kitchen. “We don’t need a pet; I don’t want a pet, and don’t most animals detest our kind anyway?”

        Soren had expected that would be the end of it; they would toss the cat out, or find it another home if Zelgius’ heart was too soft to allow that, and they would move on as if there had never been a cat to begin with.

        Well, fate, it seemed, enjoyed proving Soren wrong.

        Starting with the fact that the cat stayed.

        Though he had been correct, most animals did detest the Branded (the rest of the world did, why not pure animals themselves as well?) or at least showed wariness about them. This particular kitten however quickly earned himself the intended-as-an-insult nickname of Skrimir for how attached it became to Soren (not to mention its orange colouring as well, of course), despite the mage’s best attempts at pushing the feline away.

         (No offense intended towards Skrimir himself of course; the name had spilled from Soren in a fit of irritation at the kitten and it, unfortunately, stuck.)

        Skirmir seemed particularly fond of attacking Soren’s hair, which had grown ever longer in the years since the Goddess War, meaning the little beast would prance along behind the mage and jump to swat at the ends of his hair (by now reaching to near mid-thigh)- endlessly annoying to Soren himself but a great source of amusement for Zelgius. Joke was on Zelgius however, when Soren would complain of the lingering ache brought on by kitten claws to the backs of his legs and Zelgius would feel guilt for his amusement over the situation.

         It only got worse from there.

         Though Zelgius was the one to regularly feed the animal (”You wanted it, you can feed it.”), and gave the kitten more than enough love it was bound and determined to make Soren its person. Hateful words such as “We’re only going to outlive you, you know.” nor threats of “One of these days I should feed you to the ravens.” affected the wicked thing. In fact whenever Soren would speak in its direction (always with scorn or exasperation) it would make a racket (he’d never known a cat to meow so loudly before) and more often than not throw itself at his shoes in an attempt to attack his feet. 

        It was a weird cat, in the mage’s opinion.

         In no way did Soren find amusement in watching Skrimir chase his tail in circles or chase reflections of light about the room. Not at all. Skirmir’s purring was in no way comforting, especially not when he had settled his furry self on the pillow with Soren (often times using his hair as a nest of sorts) allowing the mage to hear it all the more clearly than when he was nestled elsewhere. The first time Zelgius had walked in on Soren dozing with the cat in his lap, Soren had in no way shoved Skrimir away from himself and fled the room with a dark flustered blush over his face. Nope.

         Always one to hate admitting when he is wrong (if he ever admits it at all), it takes time for Soren to reluctantly plop himself down into Zelgius’ lap one evening; fingers brushing through dark strands of soft hair as he presses their foreheads together. For a brief time his lips are pursed and brow furrowed; he isn’t quite sure what he wants to say, how to say it, but he knows the idea, the thought process, he wants to convey. “…. I am sure that none of this will come as a surprise to you.”

        Idly he twitches with vague irritation when that oh so subtle knowing smirk comes to his lover’s lips, though the irritation is soothed slightly by hands settling on his hips and thumbs firmly rubbing against him. He’s still so weak for affection, for touch and gentleness.

        “But… Perhaps you had been wise in your desires to keep the cat. He is… Much more enjoyable to have around than I anticipated-” Here his eyes narrowed and he huffed in pre-emptive offense as he tugged on Zelgius’ hair in warning, “And if you attempt to hold this over my head at all, I will teach the little beastling to defecate in your shoes, understood?” Though his threat is followed by a kiss to the tip of Zelgius’ nose, it is no less severe or empty-handed. He’d do it, and Zelgius better know this.

        “I wouldn’t dream of it, my darling~” Coo’d sweetly at the mage before Zelgius wraps his arms more securely around Soren’s middle and pulls him closer to give him the softest of kisses- barely able to keep the knowing pleased smirk from his face as he hears the distant sounds of their dearly adored kitten yet again causing something to crash to the floor. They could investigate shortly, for the moment he was rather content where he was thanks (though at least the sounds being distant meant he had Soren all to himself without the cat attempting to steal his attention away…~).