#robert answers

[ask-the-robbers]

”just wanted to say, there’s gonna be a rumble next week, some shit with the soc and us.. so if u wanna come do- the soc’s are gonna get it this time man! Dallas said so”

(( oc - @ellaahartt also if anyone wants to rp or smth I’m open too! I’m trying to make more froends on here!))

FUCK YEAH! sure I’ll come. I’ll support from the sidelines. I’ll come :) okay! I’m all for that.

[sublimediscord]

Star for Stand Alone and Grow - or the series. Whichever is more prominent.

Oh boy. My thoughts on dragons, huh? And/or a section I am dying to talk about?

(I want to put a read more here but apparently that functionality has been removed from mobile again? Yay...)

So first of all. Reading this story today, my main feeling is that I could've used maybe half the words I did. But that's neither here nor there—that's just a sign that I'm recognizing where I've been as a writer and how I've (I'd like to think) improved. It also makes me feel like/worry about the fact that, if I ever get around to posting the chapters I've been writing for the sequel fic, people might not like the style anymore.

But I digress.

So. When I originally wrote this fic, it was supposed to be for a 5k minibang. I wrote about 4000 words of outline across 8 pages and didn't see a problem with that (somehow). But I had the major plot points planned, I had the dialogue for several scenes already planned out, I had one or two parts of scenes already almost word for words written in there. The scenes that I had planned in the greatest detail (minus the scene where Raleigh burns down the house because that was written earlier as a drabble that ended up being the jumping off point for the whole Fic and universe in general) were, if I'm remembering correctly: Richard leaving, Raleigh finding Yancy in the shower after he'd done the thing he did, Raleigh and Yancy kissing for the first time, meeting the Gages, meeting the Hansens, Yancy teaching Raleigh about what he can do (getting Raleigh to properly shift for the first time). Of those, the first kiss was, surprisingly maybe, one of the ones I struggled with the most. Meanwhile, the Raleigh-finds-Yancy-in-the-shower scene wa s probably the easiest to write. Probably because I love torturing my characters, I don't know.

Also, I wrote several scenes to be specifically visually, er, I dunno if I'd say interesting exactly, but I tried to give my artist something to work with. Ironically, the scenes that got art made of them were not ones I planned on. Especially the kiss. I'd written that as an emotion-centered moment and had honestly mostly forgotten the visuals of it. If I remember correctly the artist drew one of the brothers wearing shorts and for the life of me I don't know if I wrote that in there or not. Also they were nice to me and didn't recreate the scene exactly the way I'd set it up, which rereading now is super duper awkward (yancy is, unless I'm misreading my own work, sitting in a chat the entire time, but that's because I FORGOT to write him standing up somewhere...oh well), and instead made it a much better-looking scene in general.

Overall, though, an astonishing amount of this story was written on the fly using like 1-2 sentence outline notes to construct several-thousand-words-long scenes. And at least one scene wasn't even in the original outline at all. The scene where Raleigh and Yancy go camping with chuck and chuck reveals while nearly asleep that he's having dreams of flying and they show of their dragon forms for him and so on and so forth. Yeah. That ended up being one of my favorite sequences in the whole fic and it came about because my beta mentioned that the story felt like it needed more time of Raleigh and Yancy and Chuck actually bonding.

So yeah overall I like this fic but Im often overcome by the urge to edit it onto near oblivion. But I don't want to become Douglas Adams. Also, I have no idea how the fuuuuuck I wrote it in the first place. Seriously. I wrote it within like. 10 days? 12 days? It was an astonishingly short amount of time. I've never written so much so fast before in my life. And then on top of that I submitted a second story to that minibang that was 19,000 words iirc. And that one is a whole 'nother post about my thoughts on the things I've written because my feelings on that one are complicated to say the least.

[robert-atthe-overlook-blog]

2 cooking headcanon

Robert doesn’t cook much because, nowadays, most of his calories comes in a liquid form. He grew up cooking with his Mother and baking with his Nonna, so he has a lot of recipes filled away in his hand. One of his prized possessions is a box filled with recipe cards for those special things he doesn’t know by heart. He likes the routine and procedure of cooking/baking and enjoys the pleasant and bittersweet memories it brings back.

[ask-the-robbers]

hello i’m here to kidnap a rusty

-nya

what? why?

:0 field trip?

RUSTY NO

[ask-the-robbers]

I convinced Buck over at the bar to let me take over for a night! Anybody wanna come n tear it up tomorrow?

@asklaureywinston

HELL YEAH! yeah!! Rusty no! >:(

[sublimediscord]

10 first lines

I was tagged by the lovely @setsailslash​ through my main blog. The rules are to post the first line of your last 10 published fics/works, then tag 10 people. However, I might cheat and post some first lines of WiPs. IDK. Depends. I’m also not going to be tagging anyone because that’s not how I roll (mostly because I have really bad anxiety about it but also because I’m lazy)

SO AFTER READING SOME OF THESE I’M PUTTING THEM BEHIND A READMORE BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT, IN FACT, SAFE FOR A PUBLIC ENVIRONMENT. 

So, without further ado, in reverse chronological order:

1.  Raleigh is shuddering on top of his brother’s dick, shamelessly grinding himself in Yancy’s lap for all he’s worth while Yancy clearly tries his hardest not to fucking explode right then and there. (a healthy appetite; Pacific Rim, Raleigh/Yancy/Chuck/Herc/Bruce/Trevin smut; oneshot)

2.  If Herc’s honest with himself, “sparring” isn’t exactly the word he’d use to describe what Raleigh and Trevin are doing in his shuttle bay. (these starlight hours; Pacific Rim/Mass Effect crossover,  Raleigh/Yancy/Chuck/Herc/Bruce/Trevin action/drama/romance/fluff; chaptered fic)

3.  "Rals," Yancy nudges his kid brother, trying to get him to stop messing around on their cart, "cut it out. You could get hurt." (the first words of your story need not be spoken, Part 1 of the silence, made whole series; Pacific Rim, Yancy/Chuck pre-slash, Raleigh&Yancy brotherly adorableness, in an AU where Raleigh (who is 13 years younger than Yancy) was rendered mute as a child and Yancy had to drop out of college to raise him; oneshot)

4. Yancy finds himself thinking that the sight of Raleigh scrunching up his face like that shouldn’t be as goddamn adorable as it is.(upon these words (you continue to begin), Part 2 of the silence, made whole series; Pacific Rim, Yancy/Chuck, Raleigh&Yancy; oneshot)

5.  Isaac hisses between his teeth, pleasure tingling up his spine in glittering waves. (my body moves in languages only you speak; Teen Wolf, Isaac/Derek smut/feels; oneshot)

6.  Someone once told you that dreams are your mind’s way of dealing with shit. And not run-of-the-mill shit, no: capital-S Shit. (fifty words for murder; Teen Wolf, Jackson/Aiden with referenced general Polypack, fluff and angst; oneshot) (yes I know it’s supposed to just be one line. Whatever. Also it’s in 2nd person which some people apparently hate and which some sites BAN????)

7.  The second the words leave Yancy’s mouth, he wants to regret them. (behind your words we glimpse a tomorrow, Part 3 of the silence, made whole series; Pacific Rim, Yancy/Chuck, Raleigh&Yancy; oneshot)

8.  In the promotional vids, they make the trip from the ‘dome out to a drop site look instantaneous. (we're the lucky ones, you say; Pacific Rim, Yancy/Chuck and Herc/Raleigh secret santa gift; oneshot)

9.  His back hurts. (to settle among, upon the dust; Pacific Rim Uprising, Jake/Nate/Burke and Jinhai/Amara/Vik (I regret this last tag) fluff; oneshot)

10.  Yancy is woken by his alarm. Not his phone, or a clock, or anything else mechanical, digital, or indeed otherwise electronic. No, this alarm clock is entirely biological, and is named Chuck. (our new world, writ in words unspoken, Part 4 of the silence, made whole series; Pacific Rim, Yancy/Chuck, Raleigh&Yancy; oneshot) (yes I know I cheated again)

Mostly this is making me realize it’s been too long since I published something... OOPS. 

With that in mind, here are some first lines of things I have in the oven:

1. One of the thralls manages to hook its claws into Raleigh’s arm, and it is only long hours of Crucible training that have Yancy’s instincts snapping his hand cannon up and firing a shot practically from the hip—a shot that neatly intercepts the creature’s eyeless, skeletal face. (PR/Destiny 2 crossover)

2. Scott's favorite thing to do is count his birthmarks. Has been, ever since he'd been little. Back then, he hadn't known the significance they held—at least, potentially. Didn't understand that birthmarks of any shape or size could be—could be, but were not guaranteed to be—something transcending a physical difference. (Soulmarks AU where birthmarks can be soulmarks) 

3. It is where they meet, skin on skin, pupils and subcutaneous capillaries dilating alike. It is the rush of blood as fingers mesh, entwine, feeling their heartbeats sync up where whorls and arches and loops meet. It is a sanctuary, defined less by bedposts and a mattress—or what passes for one—and more by the bob of their throats; the gentle, hollow hiss of an exhale; the hush of palms soothing over clothing, exposed skin, golden hair. It is the soft whisper of their names, “Rals” and “Yance” offered to one another like monosyllabic stories and promises and prayers.

It is theirs. Their haven. Their safe harbor from the world. Their first and last resort. 

In the bracket of one another’s arms, nothing can touch them. (Just another Beckets story. Because the world absolutely needs and wants more of those. *rolls eyes at self*)

4. Sorry, will be home late. Need to finish this prototype before tomorrow. ETA after midnight. 

The muted whoosh of a message arriving isn't nearly enough to capture all the disappointment that rushes into Yancy’s chest. (Part 5 of silence, made whole series)

[sublimediscord]

Fic Meme! Title: Kept my condolences to myself Pairing: Hansencest

Title: Kept my condolences to myself

Pairing: Chuck Hansen/Herc Hansen

Summary: Herc may not like it, but he understands at least. Understands why Chuck beats the Becket kid down every chance he gets. Why his son’s been that much more insistent, more needy, every night since they found out Raleigh Becket was being transported to Hong Kong from some hole in Alaska where Stacker’d found him. Understands the low thrum of anxiety he feels underpinning Chuck’s emotions and words through the ghost drift, even if neither of them will ever acknowledge it. 

Raleigh Becket and Yancy Becket had been all-stars. They’d fought, loved, and won just like him and Chuck do. 

Herc vows that history won’t repeat itself. 

[sublimediscord]

Fic Meme. Title: I'm Sorry (I didn't try harder) Pairings: Sheith

Title: I’m Sorry (I didn’t try harder)

Pairing: Keith/Shiro

Summary: Regret, Keith finds, is something that eats you from the inside out. IT lies cold and dormant until the quiet moments, when it gnaws on your ribs and takes small pieces of your soul until you’re left feeling empty and desolate. He hadn’t realized how much regret he’d saved up until he’d seen him again, until he’d felt those strong arms - one of them now metallic but somehow not cold - wrap around his shoulders again. The height is wrong - apparently, Shiro hadn’t been done growing when he’d shipped out - and the scent that reaches his nose is wrong. Too sour with fear, too acrid with the tang of blood. 

“I should’ve tried harder,” he feels himself whispering past shuttered eyelids. “I should’ve saved you. I should’ve - I should’ve found a way.”

“It’s okay, Keith,” lips, those same lips he remembers, press themselves against his hair, and for the first time, Keith could swear he feels part of the void inside of him receding - healing. Shiro had always seemed to know exactly what he needed, and Keith adds that to the small list of things that haven’t changed. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”