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[voxregalia]

And it’s up!! The second part to my Regency AU and a prequel to the previous installation.

It can be found here!

[voxane]

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” Beka and Yura, my precious babies <3

I wanted to come back to this at a POINT, and I wanted a break of fresh air from projects. SO I wrote about Yuri hangovers. CAREFUL, IF THAT ISN’T YOUR JAM. There’s no graphic depictions of vom, and it’s super cute comfort bs but. I wanted to make sure no one was uncomfortable :(

Otabek was jolted awake about the the very sharp and sudden shift in weight in their bed, followed by thunder and lightning footfalls across the hall. He sat up lazily. Rubbed his eyes slowly to the tell tale sounds of Yuri retching. Hopefully in the toilet this time. He’d even settle for the sink. 

“Fuck!”

Every so often he’d he the gargled curses, and even his heavy breathing. Eventually the vile cacophony settled into just the heavy breaths, more steady and even. As loud as Yuri left, was as pitiful he returned. Walking as if on eggshells, delicately on the balls of his feet. His body shook around their small plastic trash from the bathroom.

“I am never drinking again.” Yuri murmured. He moved gingerly into bed, each movement calculated to balance the scales of nausea.

“That has been, so far…the fifth time you’ve said that to me, Plisetsky. I’m not buying it.” Otabek slowly reached a hand to Yuri’s back, as if it ask it was okay, or if his fingertip touches would be enough to make him puke again.

“Shut the fuck up, Otabek.”

He placed a hand on Yuri’s back. The touch was enough.

Yuri whiplash turned to the bucket, trying to let out more drowned swears. He pulled back up, tears streaming down his cheeks, face blotchy and red from the ruptured blood cells. The strands of his hair were damp and Otabek decided he’d pretend not to notice.

“Fucking christ.” Yuri murmured, gently resting his head into his palms. “Bet this is a god damn sight. Sorry your boyfriend is shit show.” Yuri’s words were muffled by his hands. He leaned over to lay on his sign. Yuri had a way to make anything look good. Even sloppy hangovers. He was wearing nothing but his briefs, and the curve of his ass was delectable.

Otabek tentatively reached out to Yuri again.

“I’m trying your hair back.” Otabek warned him. Yuri made some kind of grunt, and it was as good as he was going to get to answer. Otabek gathered Yuri’s hair as gently as he could, even the gross vomity strands, and tied it back into a loose ponytail. He knew if he made it tighter it would make Yuri’s headache worse. Which he knew Yuri had.

“Fucking, you’re too good for me. Get out while you can, trade in for the new model. Or at least on that can handle his liquor.” Yuri whined, mustering all the strength to turn to Otabek, squinting at him as sun started to peek through their blinds. Otabek couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.” He murmured, soft and private. Just for this moment. 

[voxregalia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

eyyyyyyy first chapter of bby’s first fanfiction has been posted life is scary!

it’s a ShinKami Regency AU that i’ve been drawing some art for so if that sounds interesting to you check it out!

[voxiferous]

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Tagged by: @revasnaslan

I don't have that many wips because I tend to finish fics immediately after starting them. However, I do have these:

love you. pretty boy (this is for The Maze Runner. It's a parrot!Newt AU)

Be the change you want to see in the world AU (this is Destiel, basically a smut oneshot)

Maladaptive Alien AU (this is Captain America, but I'm probably not gonna finish it)

I also have a metric fuckton of plot bunnies, but those are not wips - they're just me writing down ideas so I don't forget them. But if you want, you can send me one of my fandoms and ask for a random plot bunny from it, and I'll see if I have one.

Tagging: @riotbrrrd @sirladysketch @glittercracker @pigeonsimba aaaand anyone else who wants to do this!

[voxiferous]

Thank you to @mathclasswarfare for tagging me!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

“Good evening, Madame,” Caleb said, inclining his head politely to a woman in a feathered blue mask as she took two mini quiches from his tray of hors d’oeuvres. (Masquerade Heist / Critical Role)

“I hate this place,” Prompto said, his voice muffled in Noctis’s shirt front. (Window of the Soul / FFXV)

“Take the ship around to the cove. If I don’t come back in three days, assume I either drowned or I decided to stay here for a while,” Shion said, neatly folding his last shirt and tucking it on top of his pack, then closing the bag. (The Siren / No. 6)

“Ooh, and the walk-in closet is big enough to turn into a dark room if you want to. Dave, you could work on your vampire portrait portfolio at home!” Jade said, squeezing the steering wheel a little too hard with her colourfully-banded fingers. (Welcome to the Polycule / Homestuck)

Once-mighty tanks were stacked up in the streets of Omashu like so much rubbish, and children played there once more. (Four Slices / A:tLA)

“We need a miracle,” Ignis muttered. (See Through / FFXV)

Muffled explosions and loud cheering filled the air. (grab your things, I've come to take you home / Critical Role)

When Mollymauk died, he suddenly understood a lot of things. (The Moonweaver's Child / Critical Role)

Caleb shivered himself awake as the warmth of Nott’s small body suddenly left his arms. (RE-ROLL / Critical Role)

Caleb knows he’s smart, but he would need a major in psychology with double minors in tiefling and carnie to figure out why Mollymauk pays him as much attention as he does. (Why Do You Like Me? / Critical Role)

Woof, I am almost a one-trick pony, and I didn't expect that XD The Vox opening line formula is apparently:

["Dialogue hook", establishing information.]

To be fair, though, three of the first four fics were all written within the span of a month. I probably was out of ideas at the time.

I've always felt that my last lines are a lot better than my first lines. I am confident in my ability to close something well. Never felt particularly good at opening.

I don't know anyone writing a lot of fic at the moment (except Rev, but yours are secret...), but if you want to do this go ahead and tag me! :)

[a-still-small-vox]

After all this time, I’ve finally discovered the AO3 Homestuck work skin. I have updated all of my Homestuck works with pesterlogs to use this skin. Here’s what you can now read in pretty colours:

One-shots

Hero (Nepeta & Karkat pesterlogs) - Karkat deals with the aftermath of Nepeta's canon death.

The Midnight Auspistice (Nepeta & Eridan, Sollux pesterlog) - Eridan needs some help to fill his quadrants, and he doesn't care how he gets it.

Multi-chapter

Sunlight (multi-troll memos) - Karkat's eyes finally turn red, so he takes drastic action to keep hiding his blood colour. Fortunately, Nepeta intervenes.

✩ Alliances ✩  [my most popular NepKat work!] (Sollux & Aradia pesterlog) - When Pounce de Leijon dies, Nepeta is kicked out of her hive and forced to roam the streets. When she becomes a target for the notorious Gamzee Makara and his villainous gang, the only way she can survive is with a little help from her friends...

Feathers & Firearms (Davesprite & Bro pesterlogs) - Menaced by the Felt, Dave flies away from the mainland and finds himself on Jade’s island. When the Felt return to menace Bro, Dave and Jade find themselves in the fight of their lives. (Not my best fic, but hey, maybe someone will like it.)

12th Perigee’s Eve (various pesterlogs & notes) - Post-SGRUB Christmas fic. Super fluffy. Every troll gets one chapter.

Nine Lives One Love (Nepeta, Karkat, & Equius pesterlogs) - At a point in her life where she's despairing over Karkat, Nepeta meets several different versions of herself, from different potential futures with different potential romances. But most of them aren't as happy as they seem. Will they be able to teach each other to find hope again?

Nine Lives One Love also has little sprite illustrations!

[voxiferous]

ffxv mini secret santa fic

493 words of Promptis fluff for @bleach-memes! Prompto and Noctis are living together. Title is from this Enya song. Thanks to @revasnaslan for the beta!

And Winter Came

When Noctis woke, a shaft of winter sunlight was feebly illuminating the empty half of the bed beside him. Noctis let out a sleepy grumble and snuggled deeper in the thick black duvet. The sheets smelled comfortingly like Prompto’s favourite brand of fabric softener, but the absence of an actual Prompto lying in the bed with him was making Noctis grumpy.

A few minutes of slow waking later, Noctis dragged his body out of bed and into the kitchen, still wrapped in the duvet. Prompto was standing at the stove, his face scrunched up in concentration as he poured batter from a bowl into the saucepan. There was a stack of chocolate-chip pancakes sitting on the counter, and the table was laid for breakfast. Noctis shuffled up behind Prompto, wrapping him inside the duvet with him.

“Morning, babe,” Prompto said, setting the bowl down on the counter. Then, he wriggled in Noctis’s grasp until Noctis let him turn around, and gave him a good-morning kiss on the lips. Noctis smiled, leaning his forehead against Prompto’s for a moment. Prompto gave him another kiss and then started trying to get back to his cooking, so Noctis shuffled over to the table and sat down. The duvet formed warm protective shell around him. Finding a mug of steaming tea beside his plate, he picked it up and took a few sips, the warmth and the caffeine starting to revive him slowly.

Soon, Prompto was setting down a plate in front of Noctis, grinning proudly. Noctis stared at it and realised that Prompto had been cooking so carefully because the pancake he had made was in the shape of a dinosaur.

“Ta-da!” Prompto announced. “You like it? I couldn’t go for a run this morning because it’s really icy outside, so I decided to make these pancakes. And then you were still asleep, so I got bored and made this dinosaur one,” Prompto explained.

“I love it,” Noctis said honestly. He ripped off one of the pancake dinosaur’s legs, which had a big chocolate chip right in the middle of it. Delicious.

Prompto blushed at the compliment, which Noctis thought was adorable. Six… he was so lucky to have this. Prompto. Pancakes. Mornings.

As they ate, they kept up the banter about the pancake, Prompto saying its missing leg meant it was a survivor of the dinosaur war, and Noctis pointing out that its head was kinda lumpy. Noctis polished off another three regular-shaped pancakes, and Prompto ate four.

“You left the bed cold this morning,” Noctis accused Prompto as they were clearing the table together.

“I’ll tell you what,” Prompto said, putting the saucepan into the sink, “Why don’t we go snuggle on the couch and maybe play some Paper Mario?”

Noctis smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said. They finished cleaning up and made their way over to the cough. Noctis arranged the duvet over them as they lay down together, and let himself sink back into the warmth of Prompto’s arms.

[voxiferous]

WHAT’S UP GUYS I FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT OF THE COMA AU

It’s been exactly one month since I started this fic. I DID NaNoWriMo. Oops! Now it just has to go through some heavy-duty editing and beta’ing. I provided the word counts and POV for each chapter in case anyone is curious about this AU and wants to know more, hmmm hmmm~~~ As you can see Prompto has the lion’s share of the word count, but Noctis has equally as many scenes. I haven’t written the true epilogue yet because I’m relying heavily on Emme to write part of it for me, lol.

Anyone want an excerpt? Pick a scene number and comment on this post!