#I have a general idea of what it’d look like but it’s vague

[zaacataac]

Honestly an au where BotCo found out about Danielle’s powers and recruited her when she was a teen would be very very interesting to explore

[6okuto]

ASTROLOGY BOT

1.2k words, just timeskip akaashi overthinking and crushing on gn!reader. LOL

akaashi has always considered himself ‘on the fence’ when it comes to superstitions and signs from the universe.

he might say ghosts aren’t real, but never goes near a supposedly haunted site just in case. he’ll ignore videos titled “for you” if he can’t relate, say it must have been a sign only after something goes wrong, and never acts on them even if he knows he has to.

but he can’t deny that he thinks about it throughout the day when it’s something he hopes is true—that maybe he’s tried out a few filters and trends to see if you, his crush of way too long, were his soulmate.

it’s bokuto this time, though, that sends him a sign.

a tweet, really.

an astrology bot on twitter that tweeted 17 minutes ago— “sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.”

AKAASHI!!!

i told you!!!

i turned their post notifications on to see if they’d say anything funny again and LOOK!!!!

keiji watches his friend’s texts come in through as notifications, eyes mostly fixed on the tweet, re-reading it over and over.

it’s a minute before he texts back.

it’s just a bot bokuto

it doesn’t actually mean anything

but bokuto is typing replies in mere seconds,

awwwww come on :((

remember when they were like

be careful virgo they don’t have the best intentions >:(

and IT WAS ABOUT ME ALMOST GETTING SCAMMED!! THEY STOPPED A SCAM!!! O____O

whats the worst thing that could happen???

i mean.. well…at least the worst thing that could happen ISNT u losing a bunch of money T_____T

imagine if u lost hundreds of dollars bc u confessed ;——; scary…

keiji breathes out a laugh.

i won’t lose hundreds of dollars but it’d haunt me for the rest of my life like every other embarrassing thing that’s ever happened and u know that

but thank you

i’ll think about telling them

he’s vaguely aware of bokuto sending another text with his name in all caps before he turns off his phone. it lands somewhere beside him on his comforter, and he takes off his glasses if only to run his hands down his face.

there’s a feeling he gets, akin to both butterflies and a 10 meter drop, when one of these bots decides to let his imagination get away from him.

for a few minutes keiji lets himself think it might be true, and that you think about going on dates with him the same way he does with you.

the latest idea he had was taking you to a new board game cafe that had opened nearby. he had skipped then swiped back up to its ad—a perfect spot for couples looking to spice up a regular cafe date!

he hadn’t closed his curtains properly that night, and the moon lit up his room while he stared at the ceiling. would you be competitive? would you rather play a co-op game?

would you see him sipping on his drink, and ask to have a taste?

he thought about how he might accidentally have some foam above his lip, and how you’d softly laugh before tapping above your own to signal his appearance. he cringed at the possible humiliation of looking silly in front of you, but it went away with the foam you’d gently swipe with your thumb, or maybe even hold his face to kiss away instead. you’d tease him and say it was as sweet as him.

but it’s nonsensical.

as far as keiji knows, whoever runs the account is using a random generator to pick a sign and bullshitting every tweet in their drafts.

it’s almost always only a sentence anyway.

but does that mean it’s a sign that this one was two?

keiji forces himself to stop thinking and takes a deep breath, letting the warmth hit his palms still covering his face. silence washes over him, and he lets his ears focus on the traffic outside, and the sound of the washing machine running a couple of rooms away.

but then he thinks about you. and he scrunches his eyes shut and groans, hands moving to grip his hair before he rolls over onto his stomach.

there’s a thud as his phone hits the ground while he pulls the blanket to cover his head.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.

not just tell them you like them, as if it was a shove to be courageous for once, but they like you, too.

did you like him, too?

was he good enough for you to like him?

did you hate him?

was he going to trust an astrology bot as uninformed about your feelings as he was?

maybe more importantly, was he going to let a bot dictate whether he finally confesses to you after almost a year of pining? a year based on the fact that one day you held the elevator door open for him with a smile and already knew what floor he needed?

(you had noticed him as the new employee, though he didn’t notice you while busy getting used to his job. he made sure to note the fact you got off the floor above him so he could press the button for you next time.)

and keiji doesn’t really believe in signs or the supernatural. he doesn’t want to let himself, because if he does then there’s probably a ghost in that shut-down building on his way to work, he’s gotten himself twenty years of bad luck, and he’s big enough of a coward that the universe decided to take it upon itself to tell him that itself.

but he’s hiding under his blanket when the absurdity of it all hits him—the anxiety and what-ifs and pretending he didn’t know you liked going for lunch a little earlier than him, and that he didn’t plan his break to say hello—and he feels like he’s sixteen again.

and maybe if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to feel other than being rejected, he thinks it’s being sixteen again.

so he jolts up.

and somewhere, in the back of his mind, keiji wonders if the universe jolted up with him, excited to see where this goes.

adrenaline working, he reaches for his glasses and fumbles to put them on with one hand while the other feels the floor to find his phone. the bright screen makes him squint, and the notification of bokuto’s “AKAASHIII :((” welcomes him before anything else.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you too.

the tweet seems to be engraving itself into his mind as his shaky fingers hold his phone, and he taps your icon.

he skims the last text you had sent,

thanks keiji!! i’ll see u tomorrow then :) and remember we get off early!

it's a little embarrassing how his chest tightens at you his name and a smiley face. but he goes to type one himself, spending a second to mentally tell the astrology account they’re changing lives, but nothing more or else he thinks he might throw up—

btw if you’re free, did you want to grab food after work? there’s a cafe i wanted to check out with you :)

[tales-of-wocdes]

I’ll be honest, while it make make sense for the MC’s recovery, as an adult reader I’d be pretty uncomfortable reading about a child being put in diapers and/or soiling themself in detail. It’d be a huge turnoff for me and I don’t think I would continue to read. Just in general my personal preference as a reader is to lean away from anything that infantilizes the MC more. On one hand, I recognize that their circumstances would mean they’re not on a typical developmental pathway compared to other 7-8 year olds. On the other hand, I think your writing already does an excellent job of capturing that while still doing justice to the MC’s age. They feel like a traumatized 7-8 year old who’s immature and confused because of what happened to them, not a 3 year old, is what I’m saying. I guess just personally I think a diaper or pacifier would sort of ruin that characterization for me, I’d much rather prefer the MC to gain some agency by learning how to navigate the bathroom on their own via wheelchair or rely on more age-appropriate toys for comfort. That said, these are just all my own thoughts as a single reader. Obviously other readers disagree with these preferences, and ultimately I respect that it’s your choice as the author to have final say about what does/doesn’t go. My point isn’t to try to threaten you with a loss of readership— I just want to express my own perspective and ultimately it’s your choice to make! I am really invested in this story and quite enjoy your writing, so I also trust that you know what’s best for your work.

Thank you for these thoughts. I appreciate it. This is valuable feedback and info about reader preferences, even if it is just one person :D I have a feeling you are hardly alone here.

The long post queue allows me time to think, but I don't really go back and edit my answers which are the immediate thoughts most of the time :D That would take a lot of extra time. This however, I think I will let jump the queue because I did say I would get back to you all on this and I think it is better addressed earlier on. And for me it has been several days.

I am willing to consider all suggestions, and appreciate receiving them (at least so far :D) but ultimately it is up to me to decide what I believe to be appropriate or what fits. I retain the right to always change my mind and thoughts mature over time. And here, I agree with you. A pacifier or diapers is not something I see happening in the story, even as an optional extra. Why? Because as you said, MC is immature and very confused but 7-8 years old.

Something to fiddle with? Yes, that could happen. Some kind of chewing necklace? Perhaps. I have been googling and indeed such things are available for older children and even adults. Sensory necklaces/toys I think they are called. For example in the shape of just a tube, or something that look vaguely like a fang. Age appropriate toys? Absolutely. Cool magical toys? Even better. I would be happy to hear ideas about those.

A "gift" from a totally out of touch "grandpa" that thinks giving a child something like a magical suit of armor is a good thing? That gets confiscated by Havard due to property damage? Absolutely... I wonder if there is a way to write random events... I'll look into it. This is btw, something I came up with just now. It is not something I have planned.

A "bathroom arc"? No. After a brief bit of thinking, I don't really want to write it at all so I won't. And I have a feeling that many people would not like reading it if I did force myself to do that. A comment in passing about odd bathrooms are for MC? Sure, that sounds fine to me, but leaving the gritty grimy reality-checks for something else is probably better.

This is all basically flavor text, which is one of the better aspects of interactive fiction but does not need to have a significant effect on the plot :D I want to accommodate reader preferences and offer up a pretty good level of choice, but there is still an overall direction I want to go.

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

I'm so obsessed 'SbITILYP' it makes my day whenever it updates! I wonder when Hiccup will be able to get his hands on some roses, especially the protagonist's reaction to receiving flowers?

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 26

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,983

Berk is a whole new place and you just might have opened up a whole new door for yourself. It’s probably a good one.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Reader’s POV, Hiccup’s POV, unedited

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You kept your eyes glued to the ground.

The leaves of a plant that were scattered across the floor were somewhat recognizable, though you couldn’t place where you’d seen them before. 

Today, though, there seemed to be an excess of them littering the paths around Berk.

You followed a beige dirt path up from the fields, staring at the ground as you carried up a short woven basket full of wheat. It was your day’s payment, the farmer having felt very generous with his store of things.

You didn’t really have a kitchen area, but you weren’t going to refuse a gift. Maybe you could trade with Mrs. Ingerman for something later. It was worth a try.

It had been a while since you’d been into town, having skirted around it for the majority of the day. It’d been a while since you’d seen anyone important, much less Hiccup, and the more time elapsed, the more you avoided, the more antsy you got.

It was noon, and you could feel the sun through your sleeves, a warm thing that made you want to melt into a puddle, like a cat. A nap would be very nice.

It was much quieter than it had been in a while. Things in town had been busy since the Outcasts had been taken into custody. Mildew had been arrested and subsequently exiled and the Outcasts, Alive the Treacherous especially, had been awaiting trial, locked away in the dripping, jailed caves under the Great Hall.

Things had also been very, very quiet and very, very intense. The air was stiff with tension and just about ten times the number of words left unsaid. It was a world of difference compared to the quick gossipy phrases usually exchanged in town.

There was something going on today, though you didn’t care, ready to enjoy some you-time by the cliffs by the coast doing simple jobs and laying in the grass.

Did that have anything to do with the leaves?

You perked up at the call of your name as dirt became wood plank, glancing back towards the fields but not lingering long enough to make out many details. 

You could tell easily, though, that it was Hiccup.

His voice, nasally though it was, set your heart beating like a whole stampede of bulls was pounding dust and you were just about to get trampled encierro style.

“Can I walk with you?” He asked.

You paid only vague attention to his voice in an effort to keep calm, a line of sweat running down your face and hitting the dirt.

There was a strained quality to it; it sounded like he was trying to keep normal. It wasn’t strained in a way that made you believe he was upset so you didn’t worry, more as if he was holding his breath, though for what you had no idea.

Was this how he felt?

“Maybe… Keep looking?” Hiccup hedged, “I’ll follow the path with you, so you dont trip.”

You nodded.

You walked into town like that, eyes on your feet.

The ground turned to wood turned to dirt a few times, your boots tapping and padding against both.

You picked up a leaf once or twice and kept them flat in your palm.

You adjusted your basket twice, though at Hiccup’s insistence, you kept your eyes focused on the ground.

Until you spotted something.. Out of the ordinary.

Something bright red, saturated as the most visible shade of blood drifted down onto the path. It was round, though slightly light at one of the edges, which came to an almost blunt point.

You squinted down at it, bending further with fingers outstretched.

Your fingertips brushed against dirt as you scooped it up, before taking a step as if you were going to keep walking, and then stopping again.

The flesh of it was soft, with what felt like a film on top that was almost like satin, though the flex and feel of it was much different. It felt as if it might split under your nail if you pressed into it, which you nearly did, holding it between the crook of your pointer finger and your thumb.

It was… A petal.

“So…” Hiccup started, coming to a slow stop beside you, “Notice anything different?”

You turned up and looked at him, the sun was inviting and cozy on your cheeks as you pulled them out of your own shadow.

And then you started.

And you dropped your basket, its bottom landing against the ground with hardly a pat.

What you focused on wasn’t Hiccup himself, but more what was behind him. Something you’d missed as you’d walked with your eyes focused on your feet like you were Sherlock Holmes, which you felt funny about now.

It was flowers. 

Roses. Everywhere. 

…Mostly. 

“What…” You said, for the first time.

There were some other species planted throughout donned in multiple different colors, planted alongside houses in various states of bloom, some with thin pipes made of wood connecting to a larger, thicker one, lifted over the lot.

Some in blues and small, wild whites were hanging from planters above, both shelves nailed into the sides of huts and sturdy metal pots with holes in the bottom hanging by tightly woven and painted rope with small strings dangling from the sides.

You could tell that quite a few plants had been the kind repotted from fields and nooks out in the forest, herbs and farm foods planted closer to huts and lined by stones for the sake of convenience, and suddenly a whole lot of things made sense. 

Nearly magenta pink thistle with its spiky green body, hanging purple bluebells, and pink lavender-esque, black spot dotted heather -even one pink Foxglove plant with its many hanging lantern-like flowers sectioned away from the rest in a small metal cage- peeking out from around corners and around huts.

The rose bushes lay large and mostly flowering in large planters, fenced-off using small pikes, fallen leaves and petals bleeding into the space all around, marking your path from the fields all the way to the places in the clearing they’d been planted. 

Up on the hill, you could just barely make out a small rose bush planted just by the pen up by the Chief’s hut.

You had to turn wildly, tracing them back with your eyes, “What…?”

You said it again.

Pale, dry dirt still made up the majority of the clearing, yet leaves and bushes lined the sides of buildings, spilling over upturned, dark earth which dotted the open space, marking boot and dragon tracks across. 

Small carvings of Vikings like gnomes were dotted around the place, arranged in a way that seemed more respectful and worshipful of their depictions than fanciful.

Off in a corner, a small stone fountain in multiple layers, with a little sign which, after many recent, sleepless nights thinking about boys with brown hair and green eyes and stupid freckles and large teeth, you were certain said ‘prototype.’

Vines grew from some thin wood rods to match the metal rods sticking out from the dirt standing, taller than most of the houses, which seemed to be a lot like lightning rods.

“It was a volunteer project,” Hiccup interjected quickly at your silence. 

In your periphery, you could see him step forwards slightly. Jerkily. 

His hands were close together, closer to his torso than away.

“This is…” You started. But you didn’t have the words to express just how you felt. Not yet, when you hadn’t even finished processing the life in front of you.

You inhaled deeply, so quickly your lungs hadn’t time to work it or for you to really feel satisfied by it as you turned yourself bodily, ogling the sight. 

His Dad, the Chief, and the Riders, the Twins egging each other on with dirt gloves, Astrid standing still and attentive as if to involve herself somehow in the conversation the Chief was having with Spitelout, both Chiefly hands pushing back red hair and resting against a mighty back.

Some serious talk about the Outcasts, it looked like, from the way Spitelout was shouting. It seemed that even during the good times, the Chief stayed alert and Spitelout stayed on edge, but there was a softer quality to it here, one that said ‘of course’ and made it seem more funny and fitting than worrying.

“Hey!” You heard the small Larson kid shout as he chased after a girl with bright blue ribbons in her straw-colored hair which held two thick braids together. 

Your attention was briefly drawn towards the indignant shout.

It was then that the Chief briefly turned his attention towards his son, causing your focus to snap back and forth between him and Hiccup with a loud, “Hiccup!”

Hiccup shook him off with his head, despite the fact that you were sure he’d approach, but the look on his face seemed to beg you to keep taking in everything. 

There were dragons lounging on the treetops, all of the Riders’ dragons plus Thornado, off in the far distance, napping on a roof, yellow, which had been covered in soft, grassy plants and clovers, a viking below shouting up at him with a shaking fist.

Stormfly was bobbing her head like a chicken, sitting at the head of a mounted head, which tipped and cracked dangerously under her weight. 

Barf and Belch were off causing chaos, wiggling their heads over a crown of kids while Meatlug was being pampered with fish from a shaded barred and scratched by her rider.

Everyone seemed surprisingly not displeased by the change. 

You could tell who’d helped with the planting by the dirt caked onto their hands and under their nails and by how close they were to the various shovels and buckets piled along the clearing.

Some Vikings had ripped sleeves, others were sweating, arms over their heads to block out the sun, trousers rolled up and helmets displaced off to the side in the shade by huts and under benches. 

Even Mrs. Thorston had come down at one point, harping at other various Vikings and sending googly eyes and comments the Chief either didn’t hear or pretended not to towards his back

You weren’t sure how you missed the sound of chatter, deep and thick all around you.

The two blonde ladies who’d roped you into beadmaking before stood side-by-side, your laundry partner standing tall with crossed arms, gloves dirtied from digging, staining the crooks of her elbows.

She was sewing, needle held over a worn, dirty smock, a dark brown dress and boots packed underneath.

She nudged your laundry partner in the shoulder, pointing towards you with the hand holding her needlepoint.

You even caught a glimpse of the brown-haired fisherman keeping to the more empty alleys and shaded sides of the village clearing, looking as if he’d kind of enjoyed the festivities but also very overwhelmed.

You knew Vikings easily took in the down time given before the storm hit. It was human nature, and with the time to work off restless energy, it seemed a taut line had been released, the air filled with laughter and the bustling, joyful and indignant arguments of children.

The flowers mixed with the paints on the huts and the traditional wood-carved builds on Berk’s homes, which had in fact only grown more complicated since the fall of the Red Death, Berk looked absolutely beautiful. Like everyone here had been born into some sort of eternal festival, and you had just been transported into it; a human in a world made by people who existed beyond reality.

“How did you-... You convinced them to do all of this?” The ‘for me,’ went unsaid. You were too scared to say it, afraid that if you did, the illusion might break and this would all turn out to be a pretty lie, and a pretty lie it was.

You slowly looked back to him, your waist carrying the bulk of your turn.

Someone had just finished clapping him on the back, having must have had at least some exchange of words while you were turned, sharing congratulations as they passed to a hardy woman with a large pitcher of something probably cool and a few mugs. Was it Gobber? 

You couldn’t tell.

You didn’t know Hiccup was such a landscaper.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Hiccup said, arms behind his back and stance wide as he shifted his weight on his feet, “They loosened up to the idea after I brought up what they’d do to cover the pipes.”

You noticed the dirt on his elbows, the lack of twine on his sleeves and the splashes of yellow and red paint on his cheek that told you that the color on the houses had looked brighter and more plentiful for a reason.

“I, ah,” You said, stepping closer; leaning closer until you stopped just right in front of him. You could have said something about root damage, maybe, or, or… Anything that would have come out coherent in any sort of way. 

But instead, you felt static, and there was nothing to lead you but the fresh feeling in your chest and the prickling in your toes, intense in a dizzying way that nearly threw you off balance.

“You… Planted all this, for me?” You asked, astonished. Against your will, your face began to heat up in a way that must have looked obvious; you felt blotchy and out of place and absolutely light, airy on the inside in a way that brought you both closer to the moment and into the third perspective. 

You were here and with Hiccup. 

Were you going to do it? You weren’t sure where the question had come from, dazed.

He was looking at you with wide eyes as you grabbed his shoulders and leaned closer, closing your own so hard they must have looked like they had been pinched, though you were incredibly aware.

For a moment, it felt like the whole world was watching, paranoia and embarrassment filling your back, each hair on your neck raising in tune with the number of eyes focused on your spine.

You didn’t have to see to know it, though you spotted people stilling and staring in your periphery.

You weren’t sure whether you did or didn't purse your lips though you knew Hiccup was watching, his shoulders stiffening under your hands.

What if you read this all wrong and you were about to embarrass yourself in front of everybody?

…What were you going to do? Were you really going to try and kiss Hiccup for the first time in front of all his friends and family?

Your back and neck felt hot as if you were sweating, heat fluttering and writhing and squirming in your stomach, rising in a quick crescendo though you knew it wouldn’t be until a few moments yet that you’d feel the first bits of moisture against the small of your waist.

It was too much.

You were brought back into yourself with a jump like the cracking of a stick, able to feel every raw edge like a breeze on an exposed nerve or an out-of-place note in sharp.

“I can’t do this!” You squeaked and slapped your hands over your eyes as you quickly turned and ran away, face burning with embarrassment.

“Wait-!” Hiccup stood, dazed for just a moment, watching your cramble away, running sightlessly back onto the path away from the village through the minor crowd that had gathered there. 

He felt slightly robbed, hand extended. It was very, very hot out and his insides burned in a way that, put together, made him feel on fire in a way that was nearly unbearable.

He stepped over a rose, the rose, a nice enough red one he was sure you hadn’t noticed. The petals had been slightly crumpled and ripped as he’d pulled it from his coat, hastily shoved in when he’d seen you walking up to the village from the fields. 

 It had fallen from his hands after his hands had fallen to his sides as you’d stepped closer with-

Hiccup stared intently at where you had run off to, brows furrowed, feeling very determined.

He needed to catch up to you now.

“Woah,” Tuffnut said, voice dragging distantly, standing in awe a few measures behind him, as people began to laugh and gossip, “That was lame.”

It seemed Hiccup was the only one who’d taken it seriously, the other Vikings happy to play and gossip while what seemed like the most pivotal moment of his life happened right in front of them -No, he was not exaggerating.

His prosthetic creaked as he whipped around, calling for his dragon, “Toothless-!”

He ignored the excited murders beginning in the background, heart racing. 

You’d been… very close.

His dragon was there, giving him as much of a look as there was possible for him to give, as if he himself was somewhat embarrassed by the whole event.

Hiccup gave him a look of his own, wordlessly asking his dragon, ‘So what?’

Hiccup didn’t know what he expected from him as Toothless turned and started trotting away, snorting and grawping as he disappeared into a heavily planted alley, just before he jumped up onto one of the many ramps covering Berk lining the rear ends of some of the houses.

“Aw, come on-” Hiccup started before very quickly running after his dragon, like he did way back across rooftops when dragons were nothing to him but bloodthirsty monsters, arms outstretched, nearly tripping as his foot caught on a tuft of grass, “Toothless!”

[turretistrying]

The Caged Bird and The Chased Mouse

Part 1! \/

Okay so this idea wont leave me, genshin Sagau, classic isekai imposter scenario, but you didnt do the main sumeru story quest yet (like i did on my account, I did everything else, except the story when it came out). I’m so sorry if I mess up characterization, spelling, or general writing structure, I don’t write often.

WARNING FOR: Swearing (F-word and thats it)

So let me set the scene:

You have been isekai’ d into the Genshin world and you’re the creator but its an imposter situation. You’ve been to every other region and have been chased out, betrayed by characters you love and trust. You venture into Sumeru, with an idea of the layout but no clue of what will come next when you step into Sumeru City.

You walk into Sumeru City, amazed by the architecture in person but wary of what might happen if people catch a glimpse of your face. You wander around, just listening to conversations and seeing what foods they have to offer, eventually ending up near the Academiya. You consider if you want to set foot into the daunting structure, considering it looks guarded well and if something went wrong you’d be in the deepest trouble, unsure how the Archon of the region would react to you (poorly you assume). But against your best judgement you start walking in, far too curious for your own good. You get a handful of steps into the building until you run into who looks like a playable character, one you haven’t met before but vaguely remember from the leaks. With grey hair and skin tight shirt, look at you with suspicious, I mean who wouldn’t be suspicious of someone in a cloak that you can’t see their face.

“….” He stares at you with an intense gaze, as if we can see right through your disguise, you’re hoping he can’t actually do that.

“Well it seems we have a newcomer, hello there.” He finally speaks, “My akasha doesn’t seem to know who you are, are you new to Sumeru?”

‘Akasha?’ You think, regretting the fact you didn’t play the story quests before getting sent here. You stay silent, unsure how to respond.

“Are you, or are you not? I’d like an answer or else i’m afraid I’ll have to call the guards.” He adds the last part, to add pressure to you.

“Yes, yes! I’m new to Sumeru and I thought I might take a look at the illustrious Aca- uhm, Academiya!” You mess up on the last part, nearly forgetting the name of the building you’re in.

The grey hair man gives a hum in acknowledgment, but doesn’t give any indication that he fully believes you. You’re getting more nervous as the pause stretches on and curse at your idiotic curiosity, you’re praying to whatever higher being thats left in Tevyat to have this guy to let you go. He starts to circle you, taking in your outfit and body language.

“Alright, well, do make sure you don’t cause too much of distraction, the students need their focus.” He finally breaks his silence and gets out of your way. You let out the biggest breath out in relief, the guy absolutely catches it but you don’t care enough at the moment while your body pumps adrenaline. You debate with yourself if you actually want to continue in self or just run out, but decide it’d look far more suspicious to just run out after that exchange. You give a nod to him and start walking to the main door, you’re able to see some books so you assume you’re walking into a library.

Once you enter room and get near the middle, you’re in awe of how large the room is, how high the books reach, and just how many books are crammed in one room. You imagine you could start reading and wouldn’t finish all the books in the library by the time you die. You start walking around the room, with an odd feeling as you walk around, as if someone was watching you, but you brush it off as someone took notice of the weirdo walking through their space. Once you finish that you start your walk out of the Academiya, entirely done of it’s stuffy feeling that you’d mostly ignored.

As you walked out your foot catches a ledge making you fall to the floor, with your hood pulling back enough to show your face, you yelp.

You catch yourself before your face makes contact with the floor, not taking notice that the hood had fallen back. People started to look where the noise came from and stare in shock at seeing the creator’s- no, the Imposters face. You notice the attention on you and reach up to the hood, and pale when you realize what had happened.

You book it.

You run back into the Akademiya, with a vague idea of an escape ruin, you take left and start running up the wooden ramp. You can hear calls of “GET THEM” behind you, thats starting to gain on you. You run through the almost maze-like path with your feet pounding on the stone with students looking at you with bewilderment. Your cloak flipping behind you as you start to get closer to the top, with your ripped clothes underneath showcasing your struggles from the other three Nations.

You reach the top and jump forward, avoiding the spears of guards and get to the large green door, unsure of what’s behind but hoping, hoping to the fake stars above that it’s a safe place. You struggle to get it open but get yourself in and quickly slam the doors shut. You can hear pounding but it doesn’t seem like the door is going to open, you slowly step away and turn around to assess the room you’ve entered. As you look to the orb in the middle to walk forward to get a better look of what seemed to be inside-

Oh your stars.

That’s a fucking child.

What the fuck.

You stare in shock at the little girl seemingly trapped in a green orb in a large empty room. She’s looking at you.

You start walking even closer, she follows the movement. She isn’t scared or mad or venomous, she just watches. You try reaching your hand up to touch her prison, only then realizing that it was too high up for you to touch. She seems to understand what you want to do and touches the wall of her prison, a ghost of a hand touch. You sit down after a few minutes of starring at each other, and yawn. You havent slept in a while due to circumstances, so you lay your head down knowing that any second they could come and get you but honestly, you just wanted a rest and get away from this new reality you’ve found yourself in. You drift off and all you hear is..

“Everything will be okay.”

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Okay so,, i really hope people like this, this was just my thought to the screen and I’m very willing to make a part two!

I also added a doodle because i done know thought it’d add to the story

[malachiexists13]

CHARACTER/S: William Rex [He/Him]  MC/READER INSERT: Kate [She/Her]  PROMPT/S + GENRE/S: Kinktober Day 1: Anonymous Sex  ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP: Strangers  REQUESTED BY: N/A DATE WRITTEN: Sept.27.2024 DATE POSTED: Oct.01.2024 WORD COUNT: 1.1k+

//TW:  - Modern AU, 7 Minutes in Heaven, Anonymous Sex, One Night Stand sort of vibe, Kate or William could be OOC I have no idea, takes place at a college party ig, Slight Coercion,

DISCLAIMER: This is smut written by a minor; someone under the age of 18. If that makes you uncomfortable, then please DNI.

NOTES: I’m so fucking slow at writing– did y’all know that? :) I’m sick as I’m writing this so I’d just like to say thanks to the person who got me sick. You probably won’t see this but you know who you are.

SUMMARY: When Kate looked upwards– her blue gaze meeting William’s crimson one– she took notice of how his smile seemed to widen. Despite how nervous she felt, she also felt mesmerized at the same time… unable to tear her eyes away from him. She wasn’t sure what it was– the proximity of the closet, the subtle expectations in his gaze, or the general atmosphere of the party. But she could feel her heart racing within her chest already, despite the fact that no words had been spoken between them. However, the silence was quickly broken–

AO3 LINK: Be Greedy

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Kate hadn’t a single clue as to how she allowed herself to end up in this situation. Being invited to a party was one thing, allowing herself to be coerced into participating in spin-the-bottle-but-it’s-seven-minutes-in-heaven was another– but she genuinely hadn’t expected that the bottle would land on her. Especially not when it’d been spun by William. 

Kate didn’t know William Rex all that well. She’d heard rumors– how he was an effortless charmer who did all he could to help others. But she’d never met him before. And now that she was alone in a dark closet with him, she couldn’t help but feel an air of tension filling the space around them. It was like she could feel that crimson gaze of his burning into her skin. And even through the darkness, she could vaguely spot his silver-tinted locks. 

He was an attractive man, no doubt. But the fact was she didn’t know William outside of rumors. And being alone in a closet with him… well, it made her nervous. But that was a normal reaction, wasn’t it? Being inside a dark closet with a tall, attractive man… his inviting smile and crimson gaze fixated on her– it’d make anyone feel just a bit… hot and bothered. …Had he been staring at her like that this entire time? 

When Kate looked upwards– her blue gaze meeting William’s crimson one– she took notice of how his smile seemed to widen. Despite how nervous she felt, she also felt mesmerized at the same time… unable to tear her eyes away from him. She wasn’t sure what it was– the proximity of the closet, the subtle expectations in his gaze, or the general atmosphere of the party. But she could feel her heart racing within her chest already, despite the fact that no words had been spoken between them. However, the silence was quickly broken– 

“So. What would you like to do?” William asked, a gentle smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at her. Kate stiffened ever so slightly. What did she want…? Deep down, she felt as if she wanted to abide by the ‘rules’ of this game. To do something… indecent with William. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t suggest that to someone who was practically a stranger to her. Even if she wanted to… 

Kate took a deep breath, and put on her best polite smile as she shook her head. “...Nothing. We don’t have to do anything. Let’s just wait out the timer,” she answered. Even if it wasn’t what she truly wanted, it was what was best in that scenario. However– despite her answer– William just smirked at her and stepped closer. Slightly towering over her as he tilted his head– “Oh? Are you sure?” he asked. 

She felt herself tense again, nerves crawling along her skin. She gave what appeared to be a hesitant nod. But before she knew it– William was towering over her as she stood against the wall. Yet she sensed nothing sinister from him… he just smiled at her, and tilted his head in curiosity. Before he chuckled and took her chin between two fingers, gently encouraging her to meet his gaze directly, “...You’re lying, miss robin,” he spoke. 

Kate froze. How– how did he know? She was about to ask– but William continued, as if he’d been able to tell what she was thinking. “You don’t want to wait out the timer. You want something from me… so why not give in to your desires, miss robin? I don’t mind…” he spoke, leaning in to whisper against her ear– his voice suddenly low and sensual, “So tell me, Kate… what do you want?” 

“I…” she paused, taking a deep breath, “I would… I want you.” she finally admitted. And as soon as the words left her, William’s lips were on hers. Gentle, but filled with an intoxicating heat that left her desiring so much more. Her mind was shouting that this was wrong– that she couldn’t do such a thing with a man she barely knew. But her heart didn’t care in the slightest. It felt… strangely good. 

William’s hands fell to grasp her by the waist, pulling her body flush to his as he kissed her lips with an almost insatiable hunger. She responded to his touch– kissing him back. Wrapping her arms around his neck. Suddenly, he broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck. Nibbling at the soft flesh, leaving gentle love bites and drawing small noises from her. It was moving so fast. Desperate need quickly suffocating the air. It was dirty, that much was undeniable. But neither seemed to care. 

Moving quickly, William lifted her skirt up– and practically tore her underwear off her. The next thing she knew, he was unbuckling his own pants and grabbing her thighs, whispering “Jump.” into her ear. As though she were lost in a trance, a spell cast by his voice alone, Kate complied. Allowing William to lift her up, and wrapping her legs around his waist as he pressed her up against the wall. A needy gasp slipped from her when she felt his hardened cock press against her wet cunt. 

And that’s when it hit her that this was really happening. That he was actually willing to do this with her. Despite the lack of any familiarity between them, besides fleeting sexual attraction. A part of her still felt nervous, but… she didn’t see any reason to back out now. “Are you ready?” William murmured against her neck. 

Kate took a deep, yet shaky breath– biting her lip before she gave a nod and a hum in confirmation. “Ah-ah… Verbal, my dear,” William shook his head with a grin. She pouted– but complied nonetheless. “Y-Yes… I’m ready,” she murmured. Without another moment’s hesitation, William aligned the tip of his cock to her entrance… and slowly, but gently, pushed inside her. Only stilling once he was fully in, his hips flush with hers. 

A small whimper fell from her lips as she squeezed her eyes shut, a subtle pressure already beginning to form in her abdomen just from the feeling of his cock stretching her walls. She clung to him, desperate. And that desperation only grew when William grasped her hips tighter and began to steadily thrust his cock in and out. Soft groans sounding in his throat. Kate gasped out, already beginning to feel overwhelmed– “A-ah… P-please, William. Mm~ too… too much…” she whimpered. 

“Shhh,” William cooed, slowing his thrusts slightly but not stopping. The tip of his cock still repeatedly hitting as deep as possible. He brushed his lips against the side of her head, chuckling at the way her walls desperately squeezed him, “Let yourself be greedy and give into the pleasure whenever you’d like, my robin… Drain my cock all you want to. I don’t mind.” 

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Notes: I rushed this one the day before the sneak peek was supposed to go up, that’s why it sucks.

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[viridianevergarden]

You’ve probably posted about this before but I haven’t seen it…I am interested to hear an Elriel take on the “something sparked in just chest” line from the acosf bonus chapter. That language has been used by Sarah to describe the feelings between mates multiple times in her books. Why is this time different in your opinion?

Hi Anon, this is actually a really good question.

So as an elriel, I do know that my opinions might seem hella biased here but I’ll try to keep a neutral standpoint and be 100% honest with my thought process.

I actually haven’t posted about this whole sequence or this specific line yet so this will be the first. I might as well cover the whole thing.

Let’s start with reading the whole piece:

So Azriel woke up. It’s the morning after solstice, the morning after the slap in the face that was the “You will stay away from Elain” line. Instead of taking the necklace back to the jewelers on the square, he decided to descend the steps of the House. To the library.

Given the context of the initial line before the “spark” line, I think that Az was feeling some type of relief that Clotho agreed, essentially saying “yes, I will give it to her. She will be happy to have it, she deserves it.” (Kind of like an “oh thank god” moment.)

A spark of positivity to Clotho heeding his request at his insistence of giving it away. A spark of positivity in someone else having it. A spark of some mixed emotion rather, perhaps? It was definitely an emotion, but it’s been kept vague for us to determine. We don’t necessarily know if it is indeed positive or negative. Hell, we don’t even know if Az knows. (I’m thinking he doesn’t given it’s his POV and it’s referred to as “something”)

I personally don’t think it was romantically charged or magical in any type of way. I don’t think it had anything to do with the lightsinger theory either, at least not this specific spark line. Not with the current context.

Now this may seem far fetched but I think that Azriel came down with the intention of giving the necklace away, namebombing Gwyn in the process because she was the first person he ran into immediately after the fiasco. Of course she’d be the first person he thought of who just so happened to live in the library.

But even then, Azriel didn’t truly care who got the necklace, so long as it was taken off of his hands.

Observe:

“Look, I…” Az searched for the words, his voice becoming quiet. “If there’s another priestess here who might appreciate it, give it to them. But I’m not taking that necklace with me when I leave.”

He just wanted the necklace gone. Away from him. But you may ask, well why didn’t he just return it to the jewelers then?

If I put myself in Az’s shoes, taking into consideration how he sees himself and how he generally is, my thought process would be something like this:

“I’d rather someone have it than no one.”

“At least someone could put it to use.”

“I don’t want to return it, it’d be a waste.”

If I took that necklace back to the jewelers, I’d feel worse. It’d be humiliating. Not to mention the idea of, “if she doesn’t want it, and it hurts me too much to keep it, perhaps someone else could find better use for it.” That’s what it was, I think, that motivated him to give it away.

And so he did.

He left the library thinking of her reaction to getting the necklace and her eyes lighting up. Because it made him feel better to know that someone else would feel joy in receiving the gift with no strings attached. Thats why he explicitly stated that he wants the gift to be anonymously given.

And this small detail that I see a lot make note of:

“Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.”

When anything is described with the words “glow” and “quietly” together, I think of a soft glow, and a soft glow is typically something of comfort or provides comfort.

The image of someone’s joy in receiving a gift that he’s at a loss to do with comforts him. Gwyn or not, I think it’d be the same.

As for this particular spark line being related to other SJM couples in the ACOTAR universe as well as ToG and CC, I’m aware of its presence in all series. I’m aware of its weight that it holds and what it has eluded to before.

However…

This is a bonus chapter.

This is a bonus chapter from a limited edition version of ACoSF that cannot be bought anymore— that was then available to US only.

Most casual readers are unaware of this chapter’s existence. I know I was unaware until I stumbled upon ship discourse online. I read the books by myself then got online to see the fandom.

I was wondering “why ship Azriel with Gwyn??? That’s so random.” So I literally had to search online for this chapter after seeing mentions of a bonus chapter. I read it off of a google doc 😂.

Here’s the thing. Since this is an exclusive bonus chapter, SJM would not set up a whole new ship in it. Not to mention it’d seem rather sudden given what little moments we’ve seen of Azriel and Gwyn in each other’s presence that were worth the page space.

And also the specific “he wouldn’t go so far as to call Gwyn a friend” comment in the chapter. I don’t think anything’s been set up. That supposed spark, I think, was just to show his mixed emotions about giving the necklace away.

And if it was in fact romantically charged, why put it in such an exclusive bonus chapter? I think it should’ve been a pivotal moment for all to see.

So that’s my current state of thinking. If I dawn upon anything else I’ll probably post about it and reblog this. I know I am most likely going to post about Az’s Shadows and their behaviors, at least what I think on them and how they revolve around Mor, Gwyn, Elain and music. Same thing with a Thing of Secret, Lovely Beauty. I’m still confused about that. Theres a million different takes for that.

But I hope this gives you some sort of answer that at least made sense? Lol.

[thepatchycat]

BNHA x Persona Crossover Idea Dump

So this is the bone my brain has been gnawing on all day. Ramblings about a potential fusion under the cut!

General Worldbuilding

I really don’t have a cohesive plot in mind, as I’ve just been mashing P4, P5, and BNHA together in my head, but I think this would need a unique set-up rather than just following one of the games (P3 might have been a useful influence, too, but I haven’t played or watched a playthrough of that one; I also know next to nothing about P1 and P2)

no idea how specifically the Metaverse works in this setting, but All for One is using it for his evil ends and doing something nasty with fusions and people and Shadows

I tried picking an arcana for most of the characters based on the descriptions from the Megami Tensei wiki, and also tried coming up with general themes for what some of their confidants and persona abilities might look like, but a lot of it is fairly bare-bones

party’s main personas are their hero forms (so Deku, Uravity, etc.) because I’m too lazy to go find important figures from literature/mythology, and also because it’s BNHA, so, y’know, heroes; maybe their personas would be in-universe comic book characters or something

costume change in the Metaverse might be subtle (if it exists at all), like the addition of one accessory? Maybe gauntlets if there’s some kind of “reaching out” theme?

I don’t know what their weapons are, but I don’t think these kids have guns

currently I’m basing combat elements off of the ones in P5, and the general plot set-up (vague as it is) is centered around the usual “group of 8-ish teens form a team to fight Shadows and eventually save the world”; as a result, most of the adults are unaware of the Metaverse

a different set-up could have the adults more involved from the get-go as trained Shadow-fighters (and possibly instructors for those with the right potential), but most of the following ideas won’t be based on that

Party Members

Midoriya Izuku (Fool, World)

protagonist (probably the most talkative Persona protag there would be); excellent at analyzing up personas’ strengths and weaknesses

since moving to the game’s setting seems to be how most Persona games start, maybe the Midoriyas just finished moving (perhaps to go to UA, or possibly to escape/get distance from Aldera if we want some more dramatic backstory)

quirks aren’t a thing so he wasn’t bullied specifically for being quirkless, but he was definitely still bullied a lot

maybe dreams of becoming a comic creator and making stories with heroes like All Might

his story would probably involve gaining self-confidence and making good, wholesome connections with people (saving others like one of the heroes he looks up to, but also letting himself be saved, too, though in what capacity exactly I don’t know)

persona abilities: phys, wind (air smashes) and possibly almighty later?

Uraraka Ochako (Star)

first and best friend, saves Izuku from tripping and they hit it off

she either takes up aikido sometime during the story or already takes it (could be a different martial art, too, or more general self-defense)

confidant: probably has to do with her habit of shoving down her troubles to help others, and learning to let go of that mask

persona abilities: maybe nuke (I sorta just think it’d be fun and the closest to being space-related) or bless, phys (maybe moreso late-game?), team buffs; wind if Izuku doesn’t already have it covered

Iida Tenya (Justice)

class representative alongside Yaomomo, probably does his best to help Izuku settle in (though this would make more sense if the Midoriyas moved in the middle of the school year or for second year)

the Stain arc is probably a thing, possibly modified but honestly maybe not by a whole lot

confidant: likely dealing more with the aftermath of the Stain arc

persona abilities: maybe elec (mostly because it’s not covered by anyone else), single-target healing, other than that I dunno

Asui Tsuyu (Temperance)

she and Uraraka may already be friends

might be among of the first “victims” for whatever’s going on?

confidant: balancing her responsibilities taking care of her siblings and doing school and Metaverse things?

persona abilities: uhhh good question, probably healing and utility plus one of the elements

Todoroki Shouto (Fortune? Hanged Man?)

father is a rich, well-known politician or businessman, though I don’t know how exactly the All Might rivalry will tie in; perhaps an actor instead?

dunno how Midoriya gets through to Shouto this time or what specifically about but he does

I also don’t know what his persona’s name would be, since his hero name is just his name

confidant: presumably dealing with family issues, maybe with Shouto’s siblings?

persona abilities: fire and ice, maybe some strong healing late-game?

Bakugou Katsuki (Chariot)

not really sure what I’d want to do with him plot-wise but I do think he’s a jock

his and Izuku’s relationship would probably still parallel their canon one, though the lack of quirks and heroes would mean some involved worldbuilding factors would need substitutes

confidant: superiority complex issues

persona abilities: nuke and fire, obviously, and this guy is all about offense

Shinsou (Tower?)

possibly also a new kid, has a reputation as a delinquent (maybe because of one or both of his parents being involved in shady stuff?)

wants to be a detective, looks up to Aizawa; his own personal sleuthing ends up getting him in trouble and/or involved with what Midoriya and the others are up to

honestly this whole thing started because I was imagining Shinsou being in the P5 protag’s situation of moving into the attic of a coffee shop run by Aizawa, but I couldn’t really imagine Shinsou filling Joker’s role or Aizawa just running a shop, so—well, now we’re here (edit: now that I think about it more Shinsou might actually be a pretty good fit for a Persona protag specifically because he’s kind of a loner and not the most extroverted person, as the protags tend to be relatively quiet, it’d just be a fair departure from BNHA narrative roles)

regardless, Aizawa will end up taking him under his wing in some capacity, whether adoption or just mentorship; in fact, maybe Shinsou started going to UA because he got taken in by Aizawa after an incident with his family, and some of the rumors around Shinsou are that he got put with the detective because he’s a troublemaker when it was really just what worked out best

confidant: probably dealing with whatever his shady family members are involved in, if it isn’t already resolved in the main plot

persona abilities: psy, curse, utility (especially debuffs and maybe some team barriers)

…aaand I dunno who the eighth party member would be. I’d want it to be one of the girls because we need more of them, but unfortunately BNHA is a quite a boys’ club. This is also the spot that would be filled by a (likely animal) mascot, but Nedzu is my only idea and I can’t imagine him as a party member. Maybe this spot goes to Yaomomo.

Misc. notes on the rest of Class 1-A (these are pretty sparse)

Yaoyorozu gives me Empress arcana vibes

Kirishima would probably make a good Strength arcana, too, or possibly Emperor

Kaminari makes me think very much of Yosuke and thus the Magician arcana, though his element would obviously be elec

Ashido could also fit Lovers maybe, but other than that I wouldn’t know what to do for her

Jirou could give the party music? No idea what the actual effect of this would be, though if this was a game I bet it’d be a function where you could listen to all the soundtracks as you unlocked them

apologies to Tokoyami, Shouji, Kouda, Sero, Hagakure, Ojiro, and anyone else I’m forgetting but I’ve got nothin’ else right now; there’s also not enough arcanas to give one to everyone anyways

Supporting Cast

Midoriya Inko (Priestess?)

gotta be honest I don’t know for sure what to do with her but I want her to be here

maybe she gives Izuku food (bentos, perhaps), and her katsudon would be one of the best HP and/or SP items in the setting

perhaps she’d have a confidant about making her own connections with people, though she’s probably still friends with the adult Bakugous

there’s likely also the element of her coming to terms with her son doing dangerous hero things, as in canon

Yagi Toshinori (Strength)

popular comic creator who was also once a popular actor or something until a (supposed) tragic accident?

definitely a (former?) persona-user, but can’t do much in the Metaverse now either due to health difficulties or some kind of trouble with the connection

maybe Izuku first stumbles into the Metaverse during an incident involving Yagi, and Izuku does some kind of selflessly heroic act (not sure if he unlocks his persona then or not, also not sure if Bakugou’s involved), and Yagi decides to mentor him

passing down a persona seems a little weird considering personas are so closely related to the self, but maybe there’s some kind of legacy in fighting Shadows that he’s passing along?

confidant: maybe helping him adjust to no longer being the main hero, or helping him forge or rekindle his own relationships

persona abilities: can’t fight much anymore, but used to be an absolute powerhouse with phys and almighty (ha)

Aizawa (Hierophant)

I don’t think he’d be a teacher in this setting, so how about a detective, a la Dojima; doesn’t know about the Metaverse, but is trying to figure out incidents that are (unbeknownst to him) involving it

not sure if he’s a police detective or a private one; could be he’s private/consulting while Tsukauchi is a police detective or police chief

has a vested personal interest in any incidents involving kids, especially missing ones, due to past trauma (Oboro)

neighbor of the Midoriyas?

still becomes Eri’s guardian, somehow, and maybe whatever incident surrounds that is how he starts learning about the Metaverse

has an emergency foster license so he can help out kids who get caught up in bad situations, though the arrangement is usually temporary (note that I have no actual knowledge of how that kind of licensure works)

confidant: probably finding closure re: the loss of Oboro (although maybe Kurogiri can get a happier ending in this?)

persona abilities: I doubt he’d be a party member, and unless he was already in the know about or involved with the Metaverse I think he’d hate the place, but as far as fighting goes he’d be good at nullifying attacks and getting critical hits

it’d be really funny if he naturally nullified all elemental attacks by sheer virtue of “all of this is illogical and not real” but he can’t be that powerful

Eri (Death)

because I can’t imagine her as anything but the specialist magical little girl, she has some kind of connection to the Metaverse, like perhaps the ability to send people there at will (though she may not understand it herself); this, as in canon, is exploited by the yakuza and maybe caused some tragedy in her past

I don’t think she’s the way the party usually gets into the Metaverse, but she could happen to be involved in the first incident or one of the later ones

confidant: getting her used to life after rescue and helping her to not be afraid of her abilities or guilty about the past

Nedzu (Magician/Councillor?)

token animal mascot character???

definitely a Metaverse creature of some kind, but I’m tempted to have him still somehow be the principal of UA (UA would have to be a very strange school, though, which could be part of the plot)

maybe he’s a sort of Velvet Room attendant, though not limited to staying in the Velvet Room; I’d feel weird having him replace Igor completely, but he’s gotta have some behind-the-scenes knowledge and reasons to meddle/instruct, and I think he and Igor could have an interesting dynamic

Hatsume Mei (???)

weapons and armor creator

either she loves to makes model items (maybe as theater/film props?) or she’s just straight-up engineering fully functional weapons and armors to other children her age

Yamada Hizashi (Sun)

radio show host, of course!

if this was a game, some important events would be mentioned on his show, much like some things were talked about on televisions in P4 and P5

could still be an English teacher who thrives on MC’ing the pep rallies, but it’d feel a bit weird to have him be a teacher and not Aizawa, so he might be a full-time show host and entertainer

Kayama Nemuri (Lovers? Moon? Devil?)

I’m really not sure what to do with her, but maybe she’s a fairly famous model/actor/some other kind of entertainer who also does investigative work? Like a spy/informant for certain circles?? Modeling/acting/whatever would probably be enough on its own, though

another possibility is that she’s a perfume-seller, and these perfumes end up doubling as buff/debuff items in the Metaverse

Thirteen (???)

the science teacher maybe??

Snipe (???)

if this setting used fake guns like P5, Snipe would totally be the supplier, but I just can’t imagine Izuku with a gun

Villains

League of Villains

addressing them collectively because I don’t really wanna bother fleshing out the individual things

these would be the guys whose Shadows are the bosses

maybe a theme of this story would be reaching out to others, and so defeating the Shadows would open up opportunities to help them? Kind of like changing hearts in P5 but with more actual redemption, even if they still need to do time for whatever they’ve done

might not be just their Shadows that need to be fought, though; something is strange…

okay so @starlightvoidtwo mentioned the idea of them being Metaverse assassins like the Strega group from P3 (or Akechi from P5) and that seems like a perfect role for them

All for One

made his own Velvet Room and is fusing people with Shadows (Kurogiri), or somehow manipulating Metaverse powers (rest of the LoV), possibly to the point of (or at least aiming for) some real-world crossover?

as with canon, was thought to be defeated by All Might

I don’t know what his true nature is, if he started off human or was formed by the Metaverse

Okay, I think that’s pretty much everything I’ve got at the moment. Might edit later if I think of new stuff (or remember things I’d forgotten), but I really need to go to bed. I don’t think I’m going to do anything in particular with this crossover, but if anyone has related ideas I would love to hear them!

[princess-of-the-corner]

(Don’t want this to get lost, think my asks are getting eaten again …)

I vaguely remember reading a post you or someone else made about, hypothetically, the HPSC pressuring Heroes to have cosmetic surgery, to remove scars, which struck a bit of a cord with me, cause a process that FASCINATES me, is tattooing over scars. If you look it up, it can be really beautiful, not to mention is a helluva discipline to learn - tattooing scar tissue is REALLY DIFFICULT, my respect for those with the patience and dedication to do it. But it made me think, a really interesting kind of protest against the HPSC pressuring Heroes like that, would be to get their scars tattooed over, especially because Japan has a very … complicated relationship with tattoos. I probably won’t explain it very well, so I encourage you to look it up, but the basic idea, is tattoos are heavily associated with yakuza and gang activity, so getting a tattoo has certain connotations in Japan, regardless of a person’s position. As I understand it, this kind of view is shifting a bit, so tattoos aren’t quite the same level of taboo, but are still viewed by many as not something an “upstanding, morally right member of society” would have. So I can see a Hero, really pissed about all these snide comments from the HPSC about their scars, going “oh, you want them gone? Sure!”, and going to get a full tattoo sleeve in bright, eye-catching colours. What’s wrong? The scars aren’t visible anymore! And it turns into a whole thing.

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Oh yeah like

On one hand? Yeah I could totally see someone doing that.

But it’s also.

The whole thing isn’t.... exactly. It’s not a hard rule. Because if they put in writing ‘Heroes cannot have visible scarring’, then it’d draw attention to the whole affair.

But the HPSC is very manipulative about it. Whether it just be a verbal reminder of ‘you know. the public will see that scar and be reminded of how you almost failed. You wouldn’t want everyone thinking about that all the time, would you?’, or just little pushes like. I mean we all know the popularity contest part of the Hero Rankings are rigged, so they’d just go ‘wow it looks like you’re not as liked. Wonder if it has something to do with your pretty face getting all messed up?”. That sort of thing.

And they’d do the same with the tattoos. Which. I know Japan has its thing about Tattoos and while I do think the overall opinion has shifted in the bnha universe(partly because it’s ‘the future’ and partly because its world has such a heavy western influence that I’d see them being more chill), there’s still enough wiggle room for tattoos to be seen as something that, while fine for the general public, isn’t something a Hero should be getting.

But there’s also def some Hero out there that does it.

[mothswitheyes]

hi!! u mentioned wanting to explore night yorb era on that one post i made, & i LOVEE missing scene kind of stuff so i wanted to know what you had in mind!! :) - @teenagerebellion

Ooo excuse to ramble about my thoughts

A little bit of context but I was someone still VERY much in the special interest zone when junior year was announced, specifically post-canon/Night Yorb era, there were a few fics around about it and specifically the idea of possessed Riz (which a lot of the fandom generally headcanoned) rlly intrigued me? SO I was vaguely planning to write something and then the completely unexpected happened, junior year was actually announced.

I LOVE “theoretically canon compliant” fics that fill in the blanks, so what we got is literally the best I could ever ask for, giving just enough to fill in with barely ANY specification of what actually took place.

So I really wanna write a fic following all the canon information we get on the summer! And specifically filling in all the blanks on how they get from A to B in terms of character development. Why is Riz so focused on keeping the group together and how/when does he learn magic (or at least get his magic items)? When does Kristen go from blanket burrito depressed into a gym bro who is feeling at distance with her goddess after such a beautiful ending in sophomore year? What does Gorgug’s following of his artificer interest for something other then his girlfriend look like? Or even silly stuff like Adaine getting all her little guys.

Also I wanna make those NPCs people. I hate to say it but there is some interesting dynamics with them and the bad kids, the only one I can think of off the top of my head is that I can’t really think of any other time Riz is particularly close to an NPC that he isn’t previously close to before the story (besides Ragh maybe)? Also whatever narcissus bullshit was going on between Fabian and Ecaf.

I just think it’d be interesting to try to bring them over cleanly from the finish in sophomore year to the general turmoil going on in junior year, aswell as trying to make the final battle a Satisfying Moment of a theoretical “season” while still making junior year feel good?

I don’t have a lot blacked out of Genuine Events yet, but I will probably be posting about this more soon, since I am gonna rewatch Junior Year combing through for every Night Yorb mention, and maybe asking for some opinions on things I may include.

[xaeyrnofnbe]

ooh all this wof stuff reminds me. i’ve actually had some ideas for hybrid dragons, and certain traits and/or characteristics inspired by real life stuff that i think would be really cool to incorporate into whatever they have going on, based on what tribes are mixed together. also just. stuff i made up. gonna write out a bit of that now (sharing these concepts hopefully to inspire others? anyone is welcome to them)

sea/mud

so seawings are aquatic, and mudwings are bulky and armored. something i think would be really cool to do with that combination would be to take inspiration from the huge, heavily armored, and fearsome-looking prehistoric fish, dunkleosteus. i think it’s giant platelike scales could look really interesting on a dragon, as well as it’s general head shape with it’s huge teeth and jaw.

i do actually have a vague character idea based on this concept, though i doubt he’ll see the light of day

rain/sea

idk how much of a stretch it would be biologically, but i thought it would be sick as hell if a rainwing/seawing hybrid had really delicate skin, and had the rainwing color changing ability but with the added bonus of bioluminescence. some deep-sea squid kinda stuff. maybe. i just think it would be very neat. maybe to chill it out a bit, only certain sections of the body would be capable of it? idk i just really love the idea of a timid, scrawny little dragon flashing all sorts of bright lights and colors in order to dazzle and disorient bigger dragons it sees as a threat

sky/night

not too much of a concept but like. not really a fantribe since it’s just a combo but. sunwings. just think about it. big golden dragons with large wings with like. idk. outer space-reminiscent patterning. these guys would have the biggest egos around but. they’d be gorgeous. the broad shape and starry wings of the nightwings, the bright, warm colors and powerful flight (and fire) of the skywings, it’d make for a formidable dragon

silk/rain

literally the most colorful creature on the planet. that’s it. no limits. hurts the eyes of everybody else

[macabremoons]

Forevermore

TW: Blood, death, possessive behavior, sicko for sicko romance, and general dark themes. Be safe!

A/N: I wrote this in a sprint with @sugar-phoenix Shoutout to her and check out her part!

I wish I could say it all looked ugly. That’s what a good person would think. They would think that the gold didn’t match the blood, or that the piled dead bodies didn’t look good contrasted with the brass. Yet here I sit, not a drop of blood on me admiring it all. Does it help that I’m ashamed of myself? I don’t know.

I hear boots behind me. My jaw sets, and I close my eyes. “Why?” I ask. My voice isn’t as nearly angry as I hoped it’d be.

There’s a hum, and the boots stop near me. “That’s a hard question to answer, love. Mostly because it’s so vague. You could be asking why now, or why I killed them, or why I spared you. You could be asking why it isn’t raining today or why the sky is blue.”

“You know what I mean, Grimoire.” I look at my hands in my lap. “Why did you kill them?”

“You said they treated you poorly. They were going to have you married to a stranger. Sell you off for power.”

I did. I did, but I didn’t think he’d do this. I didn’t think he’d kill everyone who had made me so unhappy that day. I didn’t think they deserved to die. I was just… angry. 

Grimoire crouches down. “I mean, that’s what friends do for each other, right? They help each other out. You’re the first friend I’ve ever had, so I’m trying to make up for lost time.”

I can’t bear to look at him. I can hear the smile on his face. “I didn’t ask you to do this. You didn’t help me—you killed people.”

“Perhaps it’s a matter of perspective.” One of his gloved hands grab my own, rubbing circles into the back of it. “Are you curious what I’m going to do now?”

I shiver at the idea. “No. I don’t want to know what your twisted mind has thought of next.”

He sighs. It seems that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “You really should be since it includes you.”

I turn to him, horrified. He takes our hands and brings it to his mouth. “I’m going to take over the kingdom. For you, for us.”

“There is no us,” I snap. I tug my hand out of his grip. “Not anymore. Not after what you’ve done. Why would you think I’d want to be by your side after killing everything I’ve ever known.”

He smiles further. “I didn’t think you’d want to.” He gets up. “I knew you’d want nothing to do with me, but really what are your options right now? Everyone knows that I’m your familiar, they’d think you told me to commit this crime. Without me by your side, you’d be easily cast out, or killed.”

“What—”

He walks a couple steps forward before turning to me. “Think of it, Sabelina. You could be queen, and I’d be your loyal executioner. You wouldn’t have to marry some foreign king, you could kill him and take over his land. You could finally have power of your own.”

The more he speaks the more I realize that his words are not a lie: he really did do this for me. It’s sick and twisted, but just as oddly beautiful as the bodies around me. It makes me want to vomit. Grimoire is offering me everything I’ve ever wanted on a bloody silver platter.

The people barely like me, but they like displays of power. They’d eat me alive at the first sign of weakness, but they’d bow to me after this bloody display. There are so many positions open. Everyone will be trampling over each other to swear their loyalty to me. I could bring a new era.

I shouldn’t.

“My siblings.” I lick my dry lips. “Are they— are they alive?”

Grimoire tilts his head. “But of course, my lady.”

I shouldn’t.

“And you still promise to be my loyal servant.” I stand and reach out a single hand. He gets to one knee and kisses the back of it. 

“Forevermore.”

I shouldn’t, but there’s no other choice. If this is my death bed, I might as well drape it in fineries. 

“Alright,” I say. “Alright, I’ll be your queen.”

Grimoire smiles. “I knew you’d come around, Your Majesty.”

[belle-keys]

An update to my chronic OCD and OCPD story: A new chapter?

So, in October of 2021, four months after I had gotten my official OCD and OCPD diagnoses, I made this post sort of briefly chronicling my experiences with OCD and OCPD since childhood (more so my OCD, as I really don’t have that much intense or debilitating OCPD symptoms). Little did I know that in June of 2022, I’d have a sudden, awful OCD relapse that would put me back on Paxil. So here’s how it’s been since then.

I obviously did not think I’d have an OCD relapse, but guess which stupidhead decided to stop taking Paxil the day before Ramadan started in April of 2022 and suffered unimaginable withdrawal symptoms while fasting and also on the most hormonally destructive birth control ever? I do think having an awful immediate post-Paxil period was what had kicked off the relapse. I didn't give myself time to experience withdrawal in a healthy way. And then I got Covid in May, hah. By June, my sleep schedule had not adjusted since my Covid had hit and I was only sleeping properly about 3 or 4 nights a week. I started compulsively ruminating about some vague stuff one day and then my sensorimotor OCD specifically dialed up to 100. I think I didn’t sleep for about five days straight before my mom was like… girl. You need to go back on the Paxil. Look at you. I was extremely hostile towards the idea of going on Paxil again, because it’d mean I’d be going into my fifth year of OCD medication and I’d have to deal with the pain of tapering and withdrawal all over again at some point. It felt like I was back to square one. This would have been my fourth time turning towards medication in desperation, my third ever OCD relapse, and I was like just please no. However, after another sleepless night, I realized I simply could not go on like this without doing anything. I kind of short-circuited and just agreed to restart the Paxil that day, and so I started a course in mid-June with an even larger dose than I had been taking in 2021.

I spent the rest of that vacation actually really chill and contented with life, no lie. I was really excited for uni to reopen in the fall. I was also feeling my obsessional doubts lurking about much less. My mind was quiet and lulled. Let me make it clear: my compulsions did not cease, they were just much less intense and less debilitating. I still did compulsions daily, in a maladaptive way. But I also started paying attention to the idea that, huh, maybe I don’t absolutely need to immediately do all my compulsions for several hours a day. If the medication can make the obsession go away, then the obsession’s not… real. Whoa. Like while on the Paxil, I knew my fears were still, logically speaking, wriggling behind the surface, but I wasn’t responding to them because I didn’t feel the anxiety and the panic they would usually cause. So, didn’t that mean that I simply… don’t have to respond at all? I won't die if I don't do it. So it was in October of 2022 I tried some very passive non-engagement and non-responsive strategies for the first time on my own. I would simply remind myself that I don’t have to do this thing even when I felt the mortal urge to do the thing and that I wouldn’t collapse into pieces if I didn't do the thing. I was still drugged up, but it was a turning point in my OCD journey where I applied some logic to my predicament and realized I don’t need to be doing any of these compulsions at all for something catastrophic not to happen. By last fall, my OCD was revolving around four main themes (the usual suspects): existential OCD, sensorimotor OCD, general Pure-O, and perfectionism OCD. Since I was a small child, I have had multiple theme switches but these are the ones that have stayed for the last couple of years. I discovered last fall that non-engagement was very much doable (even though I wasn’t actively doing ERP yet).

By the first week of 2023, I firmly decided I wanted to make a change in my life: cut off the meds and stop being plagued by OCD. So I started researching the basics of ERP, the different ERP models, stuff like ACT and ICBT, and liaising with therapists. (These different treatments and acronyms are all easily googleable so... yeah.) The nature of my OCD is 90% mental and almost constant, and so it was decided between me and my psychiatrist that I'd have to do my exposures by myself, which was ultimately for the better. I supplemented the time not spent in a therapist's office by listening to podcasts by psychiatrists, licensed clinicians, and certified counselors which tremendously helped me as I started practicing ERP. And ERP is brutal, like I cannot stress this enough. I compiled a list of notes and ERP instructions to follow, following the model of RF-ERP developed by Dr. Michael Greenberg whose articles on OCD have completely changed the way I conceptualize OCD, and they deffo sped up my recovery. Ali Greymond's model for reducing OCD compulsions also immensely helped me on a daily basis to reduce compulsions and navigate recovery. The theories behind ICBT also helped me "respond" to my OCD in a logical realistic way, even though I don't believe ICBT in a bubble will truly work for me by itself to reduce my OCD; I think it'd only fuel rumination if used in isolation for me. What has really worked for me on the individual level is ERP using the Inhibitory Learning Model, supplemented with ICBT theory as a secondary measure. I truly believe each OCD client needs a customized approach to OCD treatment depending on their individual symptoms and compulsions. For example, traditional ERP sees obsessions as something "normal" and intrusive, which I've come to fundamentally reject and instead choose to see as the obsessional doubt which is is part of the obsessional process, following the ICBT model. However, to get rid of my intense compulsions and reduce the grip of the obsessional doubt on me, I still need to mainly do ERP using an Inhibitory Learning model. I don't see enough of ICBT being applicable to all of my obsessions and compulsions nor do I believe ICBT will work well enough on its own for my frequent theme switches. I think ICBT helps me logically conceptualize the obsessional doubt as a mechanism and reiterates everything I learn in ERP, but doing ERP with Inhibitory Learning is what primarily helps me understand and accept that the obsessional doubt was never true in and of itself and that not acting on it is always possible.

Most importantly, I stopped Paxil at the end of January 2023 after taperin for 3 months before. And I gave myself an ample emotional window to deal healthily with withdrawal while also doing ERP multiple times daily. Which feels great. I was honestly sick and tired of living on medication for 5 years straight. Honestly, I feel like I've made some leaps in terms of non-engagement with my OCD symptoms. In the past it was always "I'll just mellow my mind with the meds" but I've come to realize my own personal agency in terms of doing compulsions. A major step I've made was the dissolution of the Thought Parliament and the Thought Guard (my psychiatrist approves of the names). For many years, I've manually sorted through and compartmentalized my different thoughts in a large mental cabinet that was carefully surveyed. I essentially, for many years, had my thoughts categorized and sorted in folders and cupboards, which I've come to name the Thought Parliament. I also used military-esque strategies to do the constant "checks and balances" on my thoughts in the Thought Parliament, a process which I've thusly named the Thought Guard. For the first time in my life, I've not let the Thought Parliament and Thought Guard dictate my life and I've been kinda normal in the head. I could not believe that this is how the majority of people live their lives, that is, with the absence of the constant irritation concerning just... regular thinking and information processing. It feels like coming up for air after being submerged for my whole life. As I had explained in Part 1, since I was a kid I've had OCD and so it's been very difficult for me to separate my OCD from myself, constantly defined by precise self-imposed mental rituals, and so it's quite a jarring (but welcome) experience to just think normally and realize I'm very capable of that.

I had a couple of setbacks in mid-March and early April. I've had several minor setbacks since starting ERP which is entirely normal, but I haven't had any signs of a relapse. I've tried to remain consistent in doing ERP and listening to information about OCD and ERP a few times weekly. Likewise, when I was diagnosed with OCPD, my psychiatrist said it's less about my visible behaviors-slash-relationships and more about my values and thought processes in terms of how my OCPD manifests. Essentially, my OCPD has often been one of the main driving forces of my OCD which in turn made my OCPD stronger. So I've been trying to reorient my values and be more mindful of my clinical perfectionistic tendencies, my workaholism, my rigidness. And I'm grateful that I've been doing better. I find I feel light-hearted when I conceptualize my mental health future right now. So I'm officially considering myself in OCD recovery, which isn't something I've ever actually done before. I think (I hope) that I experienced some growth this Ramadan, and so I'm going to try to keep the best of the holy month with me as I go forward into 2023. If you wanna discuss any of what I talked about here privately or via an ask, that's fine, but no reblogs on this post please!

[houseboatisland]

do you have a take on some of the unused c.awdry characters like barry or the austerity engine?

For the Austerity engine: Not yet! Whatever I come up with would essentially be an OC; there’s practically nothing to the “character” besides the class to build upon. I’ll keep working on forming an idea, though. As for Barry, here’s what I have so far.

A china clay twin surveys its potential prey, 1988.

As with all other BR Standards, the then-nameless Barry’s original service life was terribly short. He was one of the youngest ones of the 2MTs, built 1956, after the Modernization Plan was published. Historians have noted a stark contrast in personality between BR Standards built pre and post-1955: The pre-1955 lot felt incredibly cheated by their suddenly acutely finite careers, while the post-1955 lot were much more subdued and at times fatalistic. “We were built to fill a gap. Steam engines have been getting retired young all the time. What are you getting so worked up about? You’re not special.” (But the pre-1955 Standards DID think they were special. They thought they’d be the first generation of many to run on British Railways, and many had foolishly convinced themselves they were modern enough to never be withdrawn. But I’m getting ahead of myself worldbuilding as usual.)

Barry was an extreme case of that post-1955 line of thought: practically from construction he had come to terms with his eventual, inevitable scrapping. And he actually coped very well. He was a very serene and cool-headed engine in service, and many other engines considered his quasi-defeatist manner baffling at best, or at worst, insulting. But Barry’s hardly a talker anyway, so as long as you didn’t engage him, you didn’t have to be reminded of the coming end. So, many didn’t. Barry was virtually friendless among engines, though crews liked him, and he came to only care about that.

Barry goes for scrap. And waits, and waits, and waits. And rusts, horribly. Rust for engines can be painful. A baseball-sized patch may only be like having a pebble in your shoe, but to be covered in it is torture. Barry, who had been expecting to just roll into Barry Scrapyard and get scrapped on the spot like a lethal injection, feels… cheated.

1983. Hatt turns up to buy an engine. Or more exactly, sends an agent to find one for him. Sir Topham Hatt, with his reputation, couldn’t possibly turn up in Barry Scrapyard, or else hundreds of engines would be pleading with him to bring then home. It’d be cruel to them, and heartbreaking for himself. That’s most likely why the NWR has never bought from Woodham Brothers in the first place. But in 1983, where else would you go?

Barry’s purchase is a crapshoot. The agent sent by Hatt wasn’t a guy who thought for himself much, and he just followed the instructions sent with him to the letter: Get a mid-sized tender engine that looks salvageable. And he buys Barry after only sizing up all the important physical parts, (the agent may be gormless but is still a mechanical whiz,) and not saying a word. So, Barry’s discovery that he was bought for restoration rather than scrap metal by this silent man with a clipboard was… well, he couldn’t describe it. It wasn’t offensive or disappointing, (Barry couldn’t WAIT to die,) it was just a curveball.

Crovan’s Gate of course makes short, short work of his restoration. On many preserved railways, what he went through could’ve taken a decade or more. But Barry’s in working condition again inside a year, as if his decades at Woodham Brothers were just a nightmare that felt longer than one night’s sleep. Oh, and the agent named him Barry, again without interfacing with him about it. Fun times.

In service, Barry is painted dark blue with orange stripes, vaguely reminiscent of the SDJR. The Agent’s choice; he saw it on an old postcard and that was enough for him. (I’ll have to give Agent a tag, he’s too hilariously thoughtless not to write again.) I don’t know what Barry’s number would be, but it’s certainly not 12.

So, Barry settles into his new lease on life easily enough. …That’s a lie, he has so much to shove down and wrap his smokebox around. He’s still his serene, work-without-fuss, willful cog in the machine self, but he still favors the company of humans over engines, and is VERY MUCH a crew-pleaser. That said, Edward and Percy are his favorite engines. If anyone can make Barry come out of his shell, and maybe even get a headstart on developing a personality, it’s them.

[quibbs126]

Oh yeah, you remember that idea I had of a character that carries a legendary weapon around looking for its rightful wielder? Well for a while I’ve been on and off designing her, and I felt like sharing some designs I was doing

The first one was just me trying to figure out the image in my head, also with no refs. That’s why it looks weird. Second image I had references (mostly Blue Diamond tbh) for her cloak, and she looks much better

The idea in my head is that her cloak covers her head and ends wrapped around her arms, with it mostly covering her backside, though I’m not sure I got it to look right? I think her design is vaguely inspired by Mocha Ray, though only in my head, I didn’t look up any actual pictures of her. I think it’s also partially inspired by Blue Diamond. But basically she wears a big ass cloak and I don’t really know how to draw it

Then earlier today I was thinking about her again and gave her a younger design too (don’t mind the transparent body, her cloak’s opaque. I just did that because I liked how I drew it (I’m still trying to figure out humans again) and so I’d remember what I did)

I don’t know what color her hair is. I think originally I was thinking light green, but I can also see her hair being brown. Though now I can’t decide whether it should be light brown or dark brown

Also not sure if current day her always keeps her hair covered or if she has times where she takes her cloak off and it’s revealed. I’m realizing now that I didn’t draw it in her current design (mostly because you’re not supposed to see it), and it looks like she doesn’t have any. She does

Now I don’t remember what I put on the original post, so I’m just gonna list random things about her

I’m pretty sure I said she’s religious right? Like she worships at a shrine dedicated to her sacred weapon, and she’s very dedicated to her role as its guardian and caretaker

Also as its caretaker, she decides who gets to attempt to wield it. Do not tell her how to do her job, she will punt you for it

She cannot use the sacred weapon, as she’s not its rightful wielder. Though she’s very much capable in her own right, having magic powers of her own (though I haven’t defined the specifics of those powers)

I’m thinking that the weapon is oversized, and it’d stand out against her relatively slender frame. It’s also pretty heavy. I’m thinking she’s secretly built as heck under her cloak

I don’t know what kind of weapon it is. I’d say it’s a sword, since it makes it easy to explain why no one else can wield it (aka can’t take it out of the scabbard), and also oversized sword, but also the other two characters use swords, and one of them I refuse to change that weapon, so I should probably change it for uniqueness sake

I’m also not sure if I’m keeping the idea of “there are many sacred weapons across the world with their own culture”. Not that I don’t like it, I really do, I just haven’t considered if it’s part of the world yet

Her eyes are generally closed, though she can see perfectly fine. Typically her eyes only open if she’s pissed, and you don’t want that

As I said previously, she’s part of a group, which is made up of random other character ideas I’ve had. One of them I’ve talked about before, that being the unicorn that got turned human, with his horn becoming a sword he wields, and the other just kind of lowkey being a Guts ripoff, with a big buff guy with black hair and armor that fights monsters. And also his small child that doesn’t talk much. I’ll probably add more characters to the party eventually, but for now that’s who I have. I also don’t know what the plot is, I just had various character ideas and decided that maybe they all know each other. So I also don’t know why they’re all traveling together

And then finally fun fact: I don’t have a name for her, I have no clue what to call her. She’s just magic lady

But yeah, magic lady. I just wanted to show you her

[rotworld]

i’ve always loved your worldbuilding (everything weyer and luxuria related is my favorite atm) so i was wondering what inspires you or helps you create such rich worlds? what does ur process of worldbuilding even look like if that’s not being too nosy lol. just love your writing a lot so sometimes i’ll even go back for the lore.

thank you so much!! \(;A;)/ like most things for me, it seems to be a very messy, disorganized process lol sometimes i plan a lot, sometimes i don’t plan at all, and sometimes i do a bit of both. the luxuria series involved both so that’ll be the main example. nerd rambling below.

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single-use settings like the majority of my october prompts or other one shot stuff is done impulsively. i figure out my starting concept and then wing it from there. there are some that get more planning than others if i want to do something complicated (decadence had a more complex core story, even if all of that didn’t actually make it into the piece) but even then, there’s a lot of stuff that gets added because i think it would make good scene dressing as i’m writing lol.

on the other hand, there are times when i plan a lot, even without having a clear story in mind. periodically i get the urge to make a new setting and characters to go in it, usually just for fun/personal use, although i have developed some of these into things that i share. sometimes it’s related to stuff i’ve been reading or watching, even if only tangentially (i’ve been getting into wh40k and that made me want to do a far-future sci fi setting with an emphasis on the human aspect of big political decisions, although it ended up very different in tone and overall direction) and sometimes it’s just a vague concept that i want to explore more (i wanted to write about robots one time, so i made a setting about humans and androids). my inspiration is whatever i’m into lately, so i make these, set them aside, and then pick them up again when the mood strikes me. the setting from eternal night is something i started working on for myself back in 2019 with a big soulsborne influence, but it came to mind for that prompt so i revisited it.

weyer academy was something i developed a while ago. it actually predates the character luxuria and originally, it was the primary focus of the story i wanted to tell there. i liked the idea of blending unhealthy academic culture with the concept of a magic school, so the school itself, the basic concepts of a lot of professors and a few students were already established. when i started writing third time’s a charm and realized i wanted to use these characters more than once, i thought it could be a good time to finally use that setting, so i started thinking of ways to tie them together. 

outside of that, the rest of the world developed spontaneously. the infernal plane versus the temporal plane, the different ways humans handle magic, specific types of demons, all of this stuff was done on the fly when i wrote third time’s a charm. i would think “it’d be cool if they had this” lol and i would add a line or scene, and that gave me some fun stuff to think about and expand on later. now some of those things are much more developed than when i first mentioned them. by this point, things have coalesced enough that there’s less spontaneity, although it looks like i didn’t start keeping track of things on a worldbuilding document until a little after finishing zivian’s piece lmfao

i’ll briefly talk about what my worldbuilding documents actually have on them but like i said, it’s a bit of a mess lol the first thing i write down is the core story or idea. for luxuria triplicate, this is “the deal,” the fact that the reader made a contract with a powerful demon and that they have one year before payment is owed. after that, i start listing important parts of the setting and expand on them. some of these are kind of general, like just talking about the relationship between demons and humans or some basic stuff i want to remember about different types of demons. other things are very specific, like how specific types of magic work, or what kinds of final exams weyer has. i don’t figure out absolutely every detail, so anything i write down, i’m assuming i’ll need it later, although some of the more detailed stuff will probably not make it in beyond implication lol i just need to know for my own reference in steering the story. 

while it’s not strictly a part of the worldbuilding, something i also add to these documents, especially when i have a lot of characters to manage, is listing all of the important ones and what’s driving them or what they want. this is where most of the plot comes from in my writing, so it’s just as important to keep track of as everything else.