Do you have any recs for other dbd content creators, especially fics? I adore yours!
Thank you! I’m really glad you like it! Unfortunately, I’m about the worst person to ask for recs. I never read fics for fandoms I’m currently writing for, bc I don’t want to unconsciously take someone else’s ideas if I get pumped by it. I started writing this fic right after getting into dbd, and have been writing it for a year and a half. Which means I’ve only ever read part of one dbd fic, ever (and I didn’t like it and stopped reading rip TuT). I know some of the people who follow me for my fic probably read other dbd and might be able to weigh in though? Literally the only dbd thing I’ve read this year was a one-shot by @rabbit-exe about his dbd OC, and that was really good, but I don’t think he publishes on AO3.
For content creation in general, @eggchef @xmafiacatx @dwightfairfields @spinalfluids @betadwight and @solelystarling all make really nice dbd art. I know there’s a ton of others I’m not thinking of too. Uuuuuh let’s see, @nnnnnngh made fan art for my fic that made me cry and @steklywko and @n0rth-starrr I remember have some real sweet Myers sibs pieces?
Other than that, like the only dbd content I have ever consumed aside from playing the game a whole lot is the LetsPlay Chanel’s DbD videos on YouTube? I usually don’t watch youtubers at all and I haven’t watched them in a while but I turned on the Spirit one to get a locale visual reference while writing last year and I remember being surprised and watching several and really enjoying the Spirit one and the one with Piggy and Tapp a lot bc the team is mostly super not used to the game and mess up a lot, and do dumb voices for their characters—Tapp’s great—and I remember it being very funny.
Sorry that’s not a remotely helpful answer for finding other fics 😬. I would give you a better one if I could rip. Thank you for the compliment, though, it means a lot, and I hope you at least find some cool new art this way!
Derek startles awake, the dream already fading into nothing, leaving behind only a vague sense of unease and a racing heartbeat. He blinks until his senses focus on what is really there, the shape of familiar furniture, the scent of family and mate and pack, and Stiles face hovering over him. He has a hand curled around Stiles forearm and knows instantly, that he’s left bruises on him again. He forces himself to relax, and lies back in the bed, closes his eyes and works on evening out his breath.
Stiles strokes his chest with his now released arm, moves up to cup his cheek and rub his thumb over his cheekbone.
“Where-?” Derek starts to ask but even through his confusion he is aware that his question makes little sense. Stiles however, doesn’t seem to agree.
“Today is Christmas Eve. We currently have a house filled with werewolves and I bet that Isaac is already up doing truly horrendous things to our kitchen,” Stiles says and trails his hand over Derek’s chest, his cold fingertips leaving behind icy streaks over his heated skin.
“In a couple of hours you will go off to work because you are a softy and like to give the other officers the chance to go home to their kids early,” Stiles continues voice growing softer and more fond and Derek feels like he is coming home himself.
“And then you will come back to our home with my Dad and Melissa. Scott will bring Allison and that terrible fruit cake contraption they make that we all hate but it’s been ten years and now it’s too late to say anything about it. And Isaac will come and give me a scarf again because he’s a little shit but we like him anyways. Erica will bring all the good booze and Lydia will spend half the night on the phone but will still know if we talk shit about her. And Jackson will call because he might live across the world with Ethan but god knows he misses us all, even if his excuse is to talk about your investments.”
Derek closes his eyes and lets Stiles words wash over him, lets them bring him back to the present and away from the dream and the fire and the memories.
“We’ll eat too much food and drink too much wine, and around midnight you will shift and run in the woods with the pack. With Scott and his ridiculous hyperactive twins, with Kira and her werefox kids. and Erica and Erica’s adopted kid and Boyd will show up right before the run because he thinks he’s still too cool for school and Isaac will shift and keep the scarf because he’s a little shit. And you will run and howl and I will listen to you go amok and I’ll be here, waiting for you to come back to me. ”
Derek lets out one last long breath and cups Stiles’ hand.
“You with me now?” Stiles asks softly and Derek opens his eyes to look at him. Stiles’ eyes are still half lidded with sleep, but looking very alert in spite of the early hour. His hair is sleep mussed and tufts are going in every direction.
“Yeah,” he answers and presses a kiss to Stiles’ palm, his eyes flicker to his forearm. There are no bruises yet but the skin is red and Derek knows they will show by the time he comes back.
“Stop it,” Stiles says and Derek looks up at him. “Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control. And if you are going to be stubborn about it, then I request that as my Christmas present and you can’t say no because I am an amazing husband and deserve it.”
Derek stares at him for a moment, impressed by the amount of words that Stiles seems to be able to just hurl at him before six am. He sits up, still holding Stiles’ hand and tugs on the arm until he can press tender kisses against the abused skin on his forearm. He works his way up to the shoulder and further then to press a closed mouth kiss on Stiles’ lips.
“Thank you,” he says instead because he doesn’t want to argue and because Stiles’ right.
“Hey no need to thank, it’s in the marriage rules,” Stiles says warmly letting himself be cuddled.
“Marriage rules?” Derek asks against his neck, breathing in Stiles warm and familiar scent.
“Yeah, should have read the fine print. Sucker.”
“What else does it say there?”
“You must sleep in our bed every night and provide heat over the winter. Also you must maintain those muscles to do all the heavy lifting.”
Derek moves back and quirks a brow amused. “Mr. Stilinski that sounds like you just want me for my body.”
Stiles huffs. “Of course not. Everyone knows I married you for the money,” he says with a smirk and Derek tackles him back into the bed. The sheets are hopelessly tangled and it is a rather cold morning but Stiles lets out a startled laugh and Derek can’t seem to be bothered.
“So I’m what, your Sugar Daddy?” Derek asks and Stiles guffaws.
“Oh god don’t ever say that. Besides, you are much too handsome for that, plus you love me,” Stiles answers and Derek feels himself grow impossibly fond.
“Yeah,” he says and Stiles smirk softens.
“Sucker,” he says but Derek smiles. He knows he means something else entirely.
writerdragonfly replied to your post: 2241 words into my altered!Rodney fic idea
That’s awesome, dude.
Thanks! I don’t want to get too deep into it - I’d rather work on my Epic - so I’m going to finish it up real fast sometime this week, maybe do a quick beta, and post it.
absentlyabbie replied to your post “some guy i don’t recognize is mowing the strip of grass between my...”
what the fuck
oh, country living, where sometimes being neighborly crosses over into being borderline creepy! XD this wouldn’t have been the first time part of my yard was mysteriously mowed, but i’ve always assumed it was one of my neighbors, so it was disconcerting to look out the window and see someone i didn’t recognize on the mower. it does appear to be a member of their family, though :)
writerdragonfly replied to your post “some guy i don’t recognize is mowing the strip of grass between my...”
I saw something similiar posted the other day on another site about people who do that kind of thing and then try to charge you for their services, including with legal threats if you don't comply.
hahahahaha, that would not go over well if that’s what was happening. i’m a pushover in a lot of regards, but not when it comes to my money, and that’d be before getting my dad involved. he once spent nearly six months debating a ten dollar parking ticket on my behalf where the only evidence they had was a close up shot of my license plate. and that was when he was working full time. he’s retired and bored now :D
@writerdragonfly to quote you to you, “You don’t need to be a spotlight to light up someone’s life.” You have lit up mine, and I hope that your life in the next year (and beyond) is as bright as the light you share with others.
ps your intended fic present if progressing at current rates will be ready in 2050 so this is the interim gift I’m sorry it’s going slowly but going slowly with LOVE <3
