#But shh want my story

[mushroom-for-art]

Since I know I probably won't be able to art it here's a little thing of like age swapped Vismay and his siblings featuring @phlurrii Meau being just love her absolute baby sibling. Takes place before like their story so everything is fine nothing bad ever happened /yet/ (minus giratina getting yoited and Palkia Dialga having a huge spat)

Cuddles throughout the eons

His father had finally made more creations after being silent for much time. Vismays creation had been accidental causing the great powerful pokemon to reflect inside itself. He had been lonely but respected his father's isolation, learning the stars hearing them whisper their names.

His father had approached him, gently placing the tiny creatures onto a floating space cloud. They were so tiny..

Nervously he leaned in to look closer, they were in colors he had not seen before, not on anything living. He learnt of their reasons for being. A ruler of time, of space and of gravity and finally his gaze softened to the one that looked almost like him, their role to help foster the world that will one day exist. For now they were too young.

Though his father was caring and loving Arceus was just as new to living as any of them. Disappearing for who knows how long at a time to perfect their craft. Leaving him to watch over his siblings.

The twins, time and space were the oldest and would argue constantly he would watch them emptily swipe and bat at each other with hisses and screeches howls and growls, despite both being blind and tiny. The weird long bodied one was much more subdued but significantly more mobile having mastered quickly the art of wiggling and rolling. It was only the fluffy feline one that seemed to behave.

He spent all his time with them, they would crawl to him and against him trying to bury themselves into his fur as they dozed, time and space still kicking at each other for the best spot. He enjoyed the times asleep on his back feeling the little weight of their bodies on his stomach.

When they started to open their eyes to move more and communicate more they started growing quickly. He watched the more odd shaped ones butt heads from a safe viewing distance ready to step in if anyone got hurt. Giratina slapped his tail at Dialga who in turn tried to pin Palkia who was headbutting Giratina watching them roll around in circles essentially each hitting the other while getting hit themselves.

His pink sister, smaller than her brothers still would come over as he observed.

"Boys being too rough for you?" He would ask as the mew shoved her head under his chin where he lay lying over his paws as she curled up as he gently lay his chin back down on her lightly squishing her but by her giggling she didn't mind. He purred softly still watching the rambunctious lot watching them gradually exhaust themselves.

Giratina floated over first, wiggling and worming himself under his laid out tails before coming around using the tails as blankets to flop over his lower back near his legs. He was bigger than when he was first born but still small enough to use his big brother as a bed. Next came the twins shoving pushing arguing, Dialga flopped down with all his little weight against his side planting his head on the eldest upper shoulders while Palkia complaining stormed round to the other side flopping face first down his chin in the fluff of Vismays back who did grunt at the collision. They were small still but heavy.

As they continued to grow they continued to argue over where they each landed, Vismay had grown a bit with them but he wasn't going to get any bigger now. Although he tried not to play favorite Meau always got first dibs, though she was too big to fit under his chin now she wasn't too big to shove herself into her brothers side where he would wrap a paw or two over her, she was about half his size now but the boys were much bigger.

Dialga and Palkia would squabble over who got where usually always arguing over who gets the stomach or his back depending on how he was lying, this time Palkia won lounging over his back to an almost painful degree for his weight that even Meau faintly hissed and swatted his snout to back up. Giratina snuck his head down on his leg as a pillow after the two brothers snarled at each other for 'getting in each others space.' Dialga relented to lying down in front of him head shoved over his chin as his tail thumped much like when he would have a tantrum as a baby. He could only softly sigh. He loved them, but they were getting too big for this.

The last time they all were together Vismay had been asleep on his back, unaware that his exposed stomach was irresistibly enticing to the dragons who forgot their size and Meau who he often let get away with using him as a bed or pillow despite now towering over him.

The boys snapped and argued as they shoved each other until they managed to work out an arrangement that worked each shoving their head wherever they could fit unaware of their size and weight while Meau waited tactfully and squeezed her way into a gap tail wiggling as she snuck her way to resting her chin on soft fluff batting Dialga softly to move his fat head to get extra comfortable.

Vismay wheezed under the dragon pile, not injured, just very squished, and although they cooed and made varying purrs of contentment he did unfortunately have to let them know they were now a bit too large to sleep on him like they used to.

In honesty, he would've traded anything to get another day with them from before. He hadn't realized at the time how quickly they'd outgrow him, he would've cherished the time with them more. Especially as he saw them all eventually split, his sweet little Giratina banished to an opposite world and the twins in one last spat create their own realms to be away from each other. Meau had floated to his side in quiet mourning of the broken bonds. He had held his baby sister glad to have not lost all his siblings.

He joined her when the 'Earth' thing was created, he didn't quite understand it but he watched Meau partake in her duties.

Although he did not wish to leave her side for fear of her disappearing or being sent away like her brothers he was curious about this planet. She'd told him she would be fine and he had explored, seeing different creatures both great and small growing, thriving and dying, all parts of life. He was fascinated by the world created, the moving of the sun and breeze through his fur reminding him of the twins, he wondered if they could see this world in their realms? If they knew the powers they had helped create a balance? And what of Giratina too, he hoped he was okay.

During his travels him and Meau would exchange messages through their powerful psychic abilities but as of late he hadn't heard from her. As he lay on his side thinking in a dozing state he sensed a presence, it landed on his second shoulder. Tiny paws padded into him with curiosity and caution as he slowly opened an eye to peer at the little creature. Almost looks like Meau, but smaller, no crown as it stared back at him looking a bit startled. It's raised fluffed tail was all one color and it seemed to lack a stomach pattern as he slowly closed his eye again. Despite all that he could sense Meaus' energy from them and as he felt them settle and pad his shoulder before sinking into his thick fur. He felt her gently headbutt into him and lifted his upper paw carefully as the tinier Meau made a faint mewing, Meau cuddled herself into him making herself the small spoon as the tiny meau moved sliding down his shoulder and falling face first into Meaus fur before wiggling shuffling and settling cuddled between the both of them as they all quietly purred.

"Yours?" he asked lazily aloud.

"Yes, I wanted you to meet my child Mew." She responded content in a long missed cuddle with her brother as her kitten began to chew on strands of Vismay long fur.

She was right though her kitten was incredibly Mew, it was a great name as he held them properly after their impromptu siesta. They were incredibly cute. He could only smile, despite looking less like herself she seemed very happy and her kitten was perfect and he couldn't be happier for her. They chirped and chatted to each other as Meau fetched berries explaining she'd traveled so Vismay could meet them to which he was most grateful. He'd missed his baby sister and told her though he would've flown day in and day out to visit had he known and if she need please contact him. He would be more than happy to help her after all.

She'd smiled and bumped her shoulder into him playfully in unspoken gratitude of the offer, though he got the impression she likely would not contact him but the world was gentle, she likely would not need his help.

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis hugging you closely as you two navigate through the darkness of Castle Salazar. But not just because he didn’t want to lose track of you…

“Luis, what the hell are you doing?”

“One would think someone as intelligent as you would be able to tell when they’re being embraced. And by such a dashing man, I might add.”

You roll your eyes and proceed to bend your elbow back with swift force. Although you couldn’t see behind you, the contact with leather and the sound of him cursing in his native tongue was a sure satisfactory sign that you landed a perfect hit. He didn’t let go of you completely, but he did loosen his grip so that he wasn’t completely pressed against your behind. His closeness caused your cheeks to burn and you were thankful that it was dark.

The two of you found yourselves wandering warily inside the castle, having been forced to evade Saddler’s plaga-infected cultists once again. Their pursuit chased you inside a series of rooms devoid of light save for a few torches dimly lit with strange purple flames. As the torches were steadfastly stuck on the walls, it would have been difficult to navigate through the area without a reliable source of light on hand. Thankfully, on one of the side tables, you found a lantern already lit. This one burned a distinctive, eerie blue flame and like a moth, you were drawn to it, picking it up gingerly in your hand. It offered little in terms of illumination, but it was enough to help you get a grasp of your surroundings.

By then, your Spanish companion took it upon himself to attach his body to yours. His excuse, he didn’t want to lose you amidst the darkness despite the lantern offering enough light to allow some distance. He didn’t relent even as you shared this fact, creating the excuse that he didn’t want to take the chance especially as monsters could be lurking about anywhere and wanted to be ready to leap to your protection. While he had a point, if you had to guess, it was more likely that the notorious flirt just wanted to be close to you. For the moment, you let it go and moved on to lead you both through the abyss. Upon further inspection, you discovered that the two of you are in a library of sorts. One of many, as Luis candidly pointed out.

“And vastly interconnecting,” he added. In the darkness, his lips thinned into a pensive line before curving to that of delighted realization. “Actually, this place looks familiar. There should be a few hidden rooms somewhere around here. ¡Rápido! Look for a grandfather clock.”

He advises to act quickly yet the man still has his arms wrapped around your waist, restricting your movements. “You know, it’s hard to look for anything let alone move at the pace we’re going what with you holding onto me like this.”

“Hm?” The man hummed, intrigue rumbling in this throat. “How should I hold you, then?”

You scoff. This man is incorrigible. Yet as insufferable as Luis is most of the time, he is also undeniably charming. If you weren’t struggling to stay alive, you’d enjoy private moments like these with him.

As if reading your thoughts, he spoke up. “You know, if not for the certainty of danger lurking in quite literally every corner of this terrible place, this would be a rather romantic setting. Don’t you think?”

“What are you on about this time?”

“C’mon, just think.” The dark-haired man steps around to snake his arm around your shoulders and reposition his tall frame against your side. It was easier to walk this way for certain, but now you can see each other’s faces. You hope he can’t see how flushed your cheeks are. “You, me, and a single candle light. All that’s missing is fine dining with some wine and this would make a most promising night worth remembering.”

“I have a feeling that this whole journey is going to be memorable whether we like it or not,” you sigh. “So what, then? Like a date?”

Luis shrugs, “If that is what you would like it to be.”

Why can’t this guy ever be straight with you? As flirty and playful as he can be with his teasing, there are far too few instances where you can tell he’s being genuine. This is not one of those instances. And over such an intimate topic. You decided to bite the bullet and prod further.

“What would you want it to be, Luis?”

He pauses, clearly not expecting you to turn it around on him. The man twists his head to look into your eyes thoughtfully, the blue flame reflecting off his brilliant silver hues. There was a glint in his gaze that bordered on something hopeful and you wondered if you returned it. As if in doing so, it would drive from him the answer you wanted him to say. However, his lips didn’t move and although the words danced upon the tip of your tongue, you bit them back out of pride. Luis catches how your jaw moved when you clenched your teeth and opened his mouth to break the silence.

Clank!

You both freeze in place.

“What’s that sound?”

“No se-”

Clunk! Shhft!

That sounded alarmingly close. You flash the lantern towards one of the countless bookshelves and through the thin openings, you see movement on the other side. Its figure is hard to discern but the way that the light reflects off its body, you deduce that they are covered in some type of metal armor. You and Luis aren’t alone anymore. Luis squeezes your shoulder and when you turn to face him, he had his pointed finger pressed against his lips. Nodding, you two kept walking as quietly as possible while also keeping a low head and an eye on the mysterious figure walking about. It didn’t seem to notice you and you thought you were in the clear until you heard another set of heavy steel footsteps thumping on the side.

The steps grew faster towards you and out of panic, you flash the lantern that way to see what was coming. The light reveals an animated suit of armor running at you with a sword raised high. You were about to run for it until you felt a familiar hand upon your waist, keeping you in place. You struggled against Luis’ hold, stricken with horror. Just as you were about to scream at him to let you go, he takes a firm grasp of your hand that held the lantern and lifts both of your hands upward towards the armor. Your eyes flinch to a tight close, shoulders tense of what you assumed to be your impending doom…

But the steps have stopped, the limbs of the armor come to a screeching halt and you open your eyes to see this new, terrifying enemy completely stationary, as if frozen on the spot.

“Huh. That’s new.” Luis comments with intrigue evident in this voice. “A mutated variant capable of using non-organic hosts. Salazar has been busy.”

So many questions flooded into your mind but your anger took over your voice. You glare at him over your shoulder, miffed over how calm he is given that he nearly gave you a heart attack. “How about a little warning next time?”

Shhft! Shfft! Shhft!

That’s definitely not good. It sounded like you two are surrounded and while the castle is huge, the rooms in the library are packed tight with shelves and thin aisles. A step in the wrong direction would spell your end.

Luis speaks up, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

Did you have a choice? The man practically drags you by the arm, managing to sneak you both behind the cover of a book-filled aisle. The tall, thick volumes block the lantern’s light from the plagas’ view. Leading you both into a crouch, he guides you through the library. You could do nothing but follow, keeping a careful ear to the movement around you. After several careful turns, you enter another dark room and stop right before a grandfather clock. Luis takes the lantern from your hand and a rare, serious expression settles on his rugged features.

He whispers, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, what are you-”

He dashes off before you can finish your sentence. How a man can move that fast and not make a sound is beyond your comprehension. Completely alert, you watch his retreating form go down what looked like a long corridor. In the darkness, only the light illuminated his shape, making him appear like a shadow. You couldn’t see what he was doing but before you could ponder further, the walls seemed to shift in the distance, consuming the light and leaving your sight with only the only void.

Panic fills you like insects crawling into your pounding heart. Terror pricks upon your spine in chilling shudders. What did Luis do? Where did Luis go? Did Luis leave you?

You thought about calling out to him but the familiar sound of steel-capped footfalls fills your ears. You back yourself into the wall, making yourself as small as possible and hold you breath, daring not to make a single sound. The armored plaga are so close, the sharp clangs of metal echo off the walls in rhythm of your blood pumping. You thought for certain that it was over when one dreadful step resounded against the floorboard right beside you but a harsh thud in the distance catches the attention of the overgrown parasites. The plaga rush towards the noise and you listen carefully for their footsteps to echo further in the distance before sighing softly in relief.

Believing it would be best not to linger in this spot longer than necessary, you were about to shift to a stand until something firm gripped onto your shoulder. You nearly gasped aloud in shock, but your mouth is covered by what felt like a warm hand.

“Calma, calma.”

Luis’ thick accent reaches your ears in a soft, soothing whisper and you immediately relax under his touch. Remembering yourself, you slap his hand away and admonish him through clenched teeth.

“Luis, what the hell?!”

“No time for questions. Follow me.”

You hear him shuffle before you, the lack of light making it very difficult to make out what he was doing. After a minute, you hear the soft click of a mechanism and the low dragging of something heavy scuffing against the wooden floor. The hand on your shoulder swiftly slides down to grip your arm and you’re once again dragged through the darkness. The rush of your pace was short lived as Luis lets go of you. His body heat retreats from you and you nearly reached out for him, but your hand stops midair when you hear him tinkering offside and the familiar mechanism shifts gears. He must have led you both to one of the hidden rooms he mentioned before and just closed the entrance behind you.

“There. We’re safe. For the time being,” the Spaniard says.

You take in some much needed breath at his words. Once you have completely relaxed and was certain that you were not in immediate danger, you steal a moment to absorb your new surroundings and come to a familiar conclusion- it was dark as hell!

As you were about to ask what the next part of Luis’ genius plan was now that you have successfully evaded your armored pursuers, a soft click echoes off the wooden walls. Your curious eyes catch a small flame burning a ways from you, the warm light casting a warm glow against a familiar figure. It was Luis. With a lighter in hand.

You blink. “Have you had that this entire time?”

The man was hunched over one of the lower shelves of a large bookcase, tossing aside several books over his shoulders without a care for the amount of noise he made with his rummaging.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” you said as you beelined to his side. “What are you doing now, Luis?”

He responds without looking at you, “Un momento. It should be… ¡Oye! Found it!”

His hand lifts from the recesses of the shelf, revealing a rectangular tin container.

You blink, “It’s a box.”

It was Luis’ turn to roll his eyes. “Not just any box. Suppressants. This should help our two American friends with their parasite problem.”

His words perk you up to attention immediately. “That’s great! We should tell Leon and Ashley right away.” Your hand moves towards the communicator you keep on your person. However, again, Luis’ voice stops you.

“Not yet.”

You quirk your brow at him inquisitively. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

The dark-haired man shakes his head. “Nada. Rest assured, we’ll break the good news. But first, ¿por qué no nos tomamos un descanso?”

He wants to take a break? When you uncovered such a critical find?

You countered, “You really think now is the time for a breather?”

He responds with a shrug, “Now would probably be the only time, my friend. This room is completely safe, I promise. And I have every intention of savoring the moment it has to offer. You’re free to join me.”

The finality in his words truly left you with no room to argue. And boy, did you want to argue. But the ache in your muscles begged for rest and truthfully, the idea grew more tempting by the second.

Eventually, you cave. “Five minutes. And we keep going.”

Luis grins, “I can work with that. Next time will be longer.”

With that, his lighter closes with another metal click, killing the only light in the room and effectively rendering your sense of sight useless once more. You didn’t realize he moved until you felt his warmth breath fanning against your face, your nostrils taking in his musk.

“And for the record,” his voice comes off low and deep. “Me encantaría salir contigo.”

Before you could ask him to repeat himself as you didn’t quite catch that last part, he silences you with his lips pressed against yours, warm hands returning to your waist and pulling you close.

[kayvsworld]

sorry to be doing mcu throwback complaints again and EXTRA sorry for it to be about cacw and aou, sorry, i just am thinking again that if marvel had. in aou. committed to letting steve rogers see that captain america graffiti calling him a fascist with his own two eyes i would have forgiven many of their subsequent deeds and crimes

[altruistic-meme]

eight years, once again

hi i was reading through the prompts on this list and got some inspiration, so i wrote 1k of, you guessed it, hurt/comfort skk.

i didn't really feel like expanding any more on it or polishing it up more so i'm just going to share it here for now <3 please enjoy

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It was dark outside, that much Chuuya knew. Which was bad. The Port Mafia operated in the darkness, after all, letting themselves move in the shadows and the brief glimpses of moonlight in the night.

Everything hurt, Chuuya knew that too. It was as silly a thought as any other because of course it hurt. It had hurt the first time, too, and Chuuya had been foolish to think that this time would be any different.

It really did seem like eight years was the limit that people could deal with him before deciding he would always be a bigger threat than he was worth. Whenever he started to think on his own, whenever he asked too many questions, whenever he did something for himself… that was when he was no longer worth the trouble.

And if eight years was the limit then Chuuya was making a mistake now. It had been eight years for him, too, but Chuuya didn't know where else to go.

He didn't bother knocking, his fingers pulling the paperclip from his pocket and jamming it into the door's lock with finesse born only from hours and hours of practice followed by years and years of well-used muscle memory. The door swung open into a tiny apartment that was barely more than one room, a kitchen only halfway separated from the rest of the living space and a bathroom tucked into the corner by the closet.

And laying on his futon in the middle of the floor was Dazai.

"Oh?" Dazai said curiously, turning his head with a fake smile and even faker surprise in his eyes. As though he hadn't heard Chuuya's feet on the stairs, hadn't heard the lock being picked. "Is there something I can help you with, Chuuya?"

Chuuya wanted to scoff at the irritating lilt in his voice or the patronizing tone he used. He wanted to smack him and say as if you could ever be of any help. But the truth was—

"Dazai," Chuuya gasped, voice a broken thing, taking one wobbling step into the room and shutting the door behind him. The surprise in Dazai's eyes turned real as he sat up, eyes finally taking Chuuya in for the first time. Chuuya knew already how he looked: clothes torn, gloves and hat missing, blood shining through in the low lamplight in more places than Chuuya could care to remember right now, bruises lining his wrists, his neck, his face. "I—I didn't—"

Dazai shushed him and rushed over to catch him when he tripped over his feet trying to take another step closer. "What happened?"

"I didn't know where else to go," Chuuya said, ignoring Dazai's question for now. His voice hurt, the bruises on his neck probably deep enough to be hurting his vocal cords as well. Dazai's arms wrapped around his back, supporting most of his weight, and Chuuya had never been more grateful than he was in that moment. "I don't have anywhere else to go," he whispered into Dazai's chest.

"Okay. Come on, come sit down and let me look at the damage." Dazai had to halfway carry him to the futon on the floor, helping Chuuya ease down onto the ground before turning to grab a first aid kit from under his kitchen sink. When he returned there was a pain in his eyes that Chuuya wasn't sure he had ever seen before. "What happened?" he asked again as he started to pull at what remained of Chuuya's shirt and vest.

Chuuya did his best to help him, shrugging out of the material with a hiss before speaking, his voice still raspy, "Apparently my use as a member of any organization only buys me eight years."

Dazai froze in his movements, giving a startled glance up to Chuuya, before starting to move again with very intentional motions. "What does that mean?"

"The Sheep found me when I was seven," Chuuya said, as though Dazai wasn't already aware of this information. "They betrayed me when I was fifteen. Eight years."

He stopped there and waited.

"You joined the Port Mafia at fifteen," Dazai continued, pausing again in his movements to look into Chuuya's eyes. He looked—angry, maybe. Resigned.

Chuuya felt a mournful smile cross his face. Dazai's eyes darted down to take in the expression and his eyebrows pinched in. It was obvious Dazai already knew what Chuuya would say next, but he couldn't help but say it anyway. "I'm twenty-three and they betrayed me, too. Eight years."

"Chuuya…" Dazai's voice was quiet between them, barely a whisper as he took in the battered remains of his former partner. Chuuya let him look because really, what else could he do? "They must really not like you very much to treat you like this."

"I let them," Chuuya said. When Dazai glared in confusion, he explained. "If I had fought back and run immediately, they would have sent people out to find me right away. I told Tachihara and Hirotsu to make it hurt. That way maybe I could have until the morning."

"They probably sent people right away anyway," Dazai sighed. "And I don't doubt that Mori will send them here first."

"I know."

"Then why, Chuuya?" Dazai's voice was—if Chuuya didn't know better, he would maybe say concerned. Possibly even exasperated. Almost as an afterthought, Dazai added, "I thought I was supposed to be the suicidal one."

It wasn't a funny joke, but Chuuya felt the corner of his mouth turn up anyway. "You once told me that you had considered asking me to run with you," he said. The words still hurt to remember, how easily Dazai had whispered them in a rare moment of peace between them. One of the few times they had ever allowed themselves to be exposed that way. And what had hurt worse was knowing that Dazai had thought of him back then and had still left him behind. "I told you then that I would have said yes."

Again, he stopped and waited.

He could see the words spinning around in Dazai's head as he tore through them with a fine-toothed comb. He watched as his former partner wrapped a bandage around his arm and checked over the words for any and every possible meaning before catching onto what Chuuya wasn't saying. Or was saying.

"The light would suit you," Dazai told him with a slow smile. Chuuya returned it.

"Now I just need someone with an obnoxiously overpowered brain to tell me how to reach it."

[spacedace]

Must one write a fanfic in order with all the relevant details for the story to make sense?

Can't it just be vibes and a collection of scenes and moments from the vague idea of a plot in whatever order they get written in with some of those scenes being the same scene but Different This Time or actively contradicting other scenes?

Next you're going to tell me I have to actually WRITE the fic for it to be written

[girls-and-honey]

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[bookshelf-in-progress]

It's so nice to have this tiny little selection of WIPs to prioritize. Really helps me to keep my focus where it should be.

Wait, what's this?

IT'S A LONG-ABANDONED WIP WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!

[beaft]

"don't read the goodreads reviews" is starting to be the new "don't read the youtube comments"

[goldkirk]

woke up and opened my phone to find my sister sharing “pride is evil dangerous brainwashing and queer people are evil and dangerous and out to corrupt and steal our children for Satan” content so that’s less than ideal

[angryborzois]

well that was something

[fonulyn]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

yay a chance for five more! lmao i'm hopeless :'D

three words to last forever; Piers/Leon, It was bound to happen, one day Leon was going to be too slow and get hurt too bad. (three possible endings, two with MCD)

never too much to ask for; Piers/Leon; The one where Leon learns to be hugged.

heal the scars and change the stars; Piers/Leon; The one where they get back together after a painful breakup.

will you be by me?; Piers/Leon; Piers is injured and barely alive. To make it even worse, he doesn't remember Leon.

and I was loving you; Piers/Leon; 5+1 little nose kisses fic.

...so this turned into a nivannedy edition, sue me :'D

[thetalkingwave]

Polena, crossover au edition~

[altruistic-meme]

Could I ask about your wip black hole time fuckery? It’s sound very interesting and it’s giving me time travel vibes and (there’s so many routes you can go from there). Anyway I’d love to know more!

YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN I AM SO DELIGHTED TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!

blackhole time fuckery is my current biggest idea and the one i am possibly most excited for, even though it is going to take probably the MOST research. bc it is going to play a LOT with the events of Stormbringer so i am going to have to reread the book and take lots of notes ahahhhh (they say as if rereading it wasn't already in their plans)

ANYWAY so i was at work thinking about chuuya, as you do, and it hit me that i remembered reading something about the effects of blackholes on time somewhere ??? and i couldn't look it up immediately, but my brain decided to roll with it anyway and thus, blackhole time fuckery was born.

i looked it up later ofc and the effects are mostly just that it's actually gravity that can affect time by slowing it down the closer you are to a mass, so it can be a rather dramatic slow-down for blackholes since they have a very large gravitational pull, but i digress. the idea had already been born.

so you are on the right track with time travel!!! or, more specifically, i guess it's more of a time swap? there is still much to plan. but the basic premise is this:

what if, when Verlaine opened the gate that first time, it caused Chuuya to trade places with his 22 year-old self? aka what if I throw 22 year-old Chuuya mid-stormbringer while also throwing 16 year-old Chuuya into the present? and how will the poor Dazai's deal with it?? mixed levels of trust and understanding, having to face Verlaine again, an overwhelming number of smiling faces, and how the hell are they going to get back to their own times?????

gosh it's going to be so much fun to figure this all out and actually write it i am so excited.

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[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[yuelun]

"I assure you," came spoken much too quietly, and painted with certain radiance as if they'd been borne of the rays of sun that had, somehow, managed to glimpse its way into the pharmacy where she'd sat. "I am in no need of your medicinal herbs, Dr. Baizhu." Ah, titles, they had always proven such finicky things. Morax had spoken well of this man and his medicines, rather renowned in both whisper and praise alike as he was within the Liyue that had already nestled itself a home amidst the risen apexes of her lips. He, her dear Lord of Geo, had found himself stricken with a semblance of concern for her it seemed, an anguish at a fatigue that was no more than a remnant of the repercussions as to how, and why, she was able to even merely sit here in the first place. Even Gods were not meant to return, after all; but what of those that never truly leave? But she had humored him, if it would bring him a trace of solace, of reassurance. "M—" She'd caught herself in momentary silence and the smile that had grown ever brighter, a moment of scrutiny and correction, all to blame on the slithering distraction around the doctor's neck. "Mr. Zhongli's concerns for my well-being are unwarranted, truly." And there, her smile blossomed into a chuckle of luminous exuberance under the scrutiny of the sun, as if it were in mock of a nature much akin to the jest that he'd always known (or rather, suffer) at her hands, time and time again. "If my memory serves me well, I do recall him nearly stumbling down the steps in the harbor when I coughed only once the other day!" Truly, it had been in nothing but affectionate jest.

@svnsworn (Baizhu) // Starter call 🤍

[lorei-writes]

Hi! Happy Friday.

For the fic ask game...

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Thanks in advance!

Ooh, okay! Thanks for dropping by! :)

💝what is a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

Ownership -- when writing this, I thought it was somewhat upsetting. Turns out people did not share that opinion.

Also, that Slavic Grandma at the Mansion headcanons. Those. Yes. I wrote them during 15 minutes break between one nap and the other. I posted them without checking anything. Heck, when I woke up I only hazily remembered that I've done all this. Now it's one of my most popular posts.

The only thing I can compare the response to that would be... When I accidentally activated the Slavic part of the fandom, by writing Polish!MC headcanons for IkeSen (Hideyoshi ones). We've screamed disco polo lyrics in the notes. Cursed. Lovely.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

// Of course, Winter Flower, again.

I'm trying to actually craft the plot this time, instead of completely winging it! What will come out of it is still uncertain, but only time can tell that much. So far... I've noticed that writing thing with certain continuity has become easier, so that's some improvement to how my previous series went. It's also easier to write when I'm not very hyped for it.

I'm also toying with several ideas for this. Let's call them... "I want to know who I am" and "I want to be safe" >:)

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