#I keep repeating that but it's because fics are a choice-kinda-thing

[celaenaeiln]

Is Dick's tendency for self-destructive habits really as bad as some fics make it out to be?

oh interesting!! In some way, yes actually.

Batman (2016) Issue #689

Dick and Alfred!! The duo make me so happy <33

But anyway, it's weird that someone who's so effusive with his affection so often and readily "deflects a moment of genuine emotion." Which is also one of the reasons why Dick Grayson as a character is so fascinating because he's never what people expect him to be. He's like a puzzle box where every time you think you solved, you just opened yourself up to a hard, even more complex one wherein the process repeats on an endless cycle.

He's incredibly self-destructive in the way he drive a burning car off a bridge and he'll know it's on fire, he knows where he's going, but he'll do it anyway because the car has a bomb and it's safer with him than the civilians behind him.

You know what? I just realized he deflects intimate conversations because he wants to keep the focus on the other person. Since he was Robin, Dick has been purposefully neglecting his feelings in order to take care of Bruce's. Right after his parents died, he bottled up his sadness and sorrow because he was worried that Bruce would blame himself and he didn't want Bruce to do that.

It's always been "Tell me what's wrong, Bruce." He's been so busy raising his guardian, his friends, his siblings, his teammates, that Dick has sunk into the role of a performer - the spotlight's on him but the audience is the focus.

I didn't realize until writing this ask but self-destruction is just such a normal thing with him that it's become a part of his personality. In fics it's very obvious when he's being self-destructive or neglecting himself or etc because he's very aware of it but Dick in canon has just made it his thing. It's actually the Titans that realize this and yank him out of it because Dick has no idea what he does to himself.

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #28

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #28

He's not self-destructive in a way that he's conscious of it but his habits and his lifestyle don't really give him a choice. He literally works himself sick.

The Titans (1999) Issue #9

"Maybe it's too much. Dick --have you considered that? You're working Bludhaven, even joining their force, you still clearly intend to come here to Gotham every time he calls you -- working so hard you're making yourself sick,"

"No. It's not the newness that's the problem."

People are literally telling him to calm down and he's like 'No! I'm perfectly okay. This is fine, let's continue.'

And this isn't even going into when Blockbuster blew up his life and Dick kinda lost himself to hunt him down and make him pay. People understand that Desmond burnt down the circus but Dick was still connected to the people in that circus, like he used his contacts there to sometimes inquire about things going on Bludhaven. The people at the circus raised him along with his parents so killing them was like killing Dick's aunts and uncles and friends and childhood. What happened then and after the SA was catastrophic. To Dick self-destruction has just become a part of him because he aims for perfection in every aspect of his life.

Like Donna said, "He works with the Titans, on his own, goes to school, and then he works alongside Batman..." and so on. Usually people struggle to maintain even one area of their life like just school or family but Dick's juggling, his work, his family, his friends, his relationship, his teams, and is still on call for Justice League incidents.

Titans (2003) Issue #6

He literally dropped everything to come over and break up the Titans (OF WHICH HE IS NOT EVEN A PART OF RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF DEALING WITH THE OUTSIDERS) and the Justice League full on fighting.

He's not self-destructive in the way he doesn't want to get out of bed or that he isn't clean, it's just that Dick Grayson is a machine. He's got ice in his veins and he just powers through everything. Everything he does has to be top notch, so sleep and social life and happiness can say goodbye because he's too busy for that. This is why the Titans are so important to him and for him because they realize this toxic trait of his and do their absolute best to yank him out of this bad habit because Dick certainly can't stop.

So self-destruction has become part of his personality but unlike in fics, it's conducive self-destruction. It comes from his refusal to feel any emotion that isn't for others because Big Brother Dick Grayson and Best Friend Dick Grayson are always there for everyone but the second he's asked to help himself or someone tries to help him, he flakes. He's the best at helping others and being there for them but he's allergic to getting help or talking about himself.

[wayfayrr]

I’m asking as a request but if u can’t or don’t want to it’s ok. Then maybe just a quick 1 sentence answer for each Link bc I’m curious? lol, So a little while back @luimagines wrote some divorce hcs. So…how would the yandere Links deal with a reader that wants a divorce?

Divorce? you think you can be rid of them? no, no hope whatsoever.

not even death can separate you

but I do think they'd be a little different in how they handle you suggesting it (also going to be using reader suggesting a divorce because they found a way home and didn't want to make the links choose between them and hyrule)

also pinky if you see this I absolutely adore your work but never actually read the divorce hcs dfbgdgbdbfcgb (got too sad like a fool)

[masterlist]

Legend would be the fastest to start outright panicking, immediately shutting down any hopes of you leaving. Barring windows and even going as far as to chain you to the bed so you can't leave. You're his and his alone.

Tears would break down, after thinking for a second that it's a joke he'd collapse onto you sobbing for you not to leave and forget him like everyone else does. But he won't force you to stay. If he learns why you did it? well remember this fic where wars lost himself a bit- Tears would kinda come to this conclusion a lot faster quickly following you into your world

Rulie takes after legend a little, in how he handles it after the first few hours. To start with though? He's a shaky stuttery mess trying to breathe and stay calm while failing but then he instantly jumps to keeping you away from society and tied to him.

Sky would laugh it off, seeing through you and the reason that you've even suggested it, divorce isn't even a potential for him. He's been reading your diarys and keeping a close eye on you - you think he wasn't aware of this beforehand? He promises you that it isn't even a choice to follow you to your home rather than staying here before kissing you silly and grabbing your waist so tight it almost hurts. Like he's offended you'd even think such a thing.

Twilight would freeze up to start, not, refusing to believe what you said. you have to repeat it a couple of times for it to really sink in, at which point he's already started snarling, wolfie starting to show in his actions and words. He could be rational and hear you out but he's just all over the place like he's been hit by a flashbang - take your chance to get away while you have it

Four would split instantly, the colours not being able to work together through it. Each wanting to handle it in a different way ( yes I know this isn't the most canon but it's more interesting sfvvsfvs) vio wants to plan out the why, blue is in charge of safe proofing the house while green and red are all over you, taking turns to watch you so you're never unsupervised. It'll take a lot of time and rebuilt trust to get him to rejoin.

Warriors would shatter, begging, pleading, sobbing and doing anything you ask of him to stay. even if you were to ask him to make himself bleed. he doesn't eat nor sleep for days on end as he tries and begs you to tell him why, why you would ever want to leave him. He looks more ragged than he ever did on the journey like he's seconds away from death. And when you finally do tell him- he breaks down all over again tugging you into his arms as he's begging for there to be more, that you didn't do all of this to him for something so small and that it isn't even a thought to him of course he'll choose you.

Time is in a weird place, he isn't entirely familiar to hylian/human traditions yet so the word divorce itself throws him for a loop, until you explain what it is to him. Which is where he turns ice cold, the more happy go lucky time you knew is gone, replaced by someone simply wearing his face as he goes through robotic motions. for time though I could also see him using the ocarina throwing himself into a pointless loop trying to stop you from suggesting it but he can't and it slowly destroys his sanity

these got longer as I went oops, I didn't think I'd write so much for it ngl got into the flow a bit

[itadorist]

—𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄. ❀

warnings - Angst, arguements. mentions of abandonment, cursing. Angst breakup. Nagi written in a bad light. Angst to fluff. Happy ending (for you). Just a warning, this fic is kinda lengthy.

·  · ·  · ➪ Nagi seishiro has to choose between an eternity with you or a small scrap of Fame. He makes a choice and Reo helps him live to regret it.

“Your kidding.” You asked, aghastly. You sat there at your dinner table with your fiance. “Your fucking kidding, right Nagi??” you repeated again when you don't get a response from Seishiro. Nothing but a unimpressed look, his lips curled into a thin frown that awfully matched his low-lidded eyes.

You can't help but let out a pitiful laugh when you come to the realization that he wasn't kidding. “So, that's it? we've been together for 3 years, and 5 months and you're going to throw all of that out of the window? For a fucking sport.” You sneered at him, your words contaminated with such pure anger that you could be considered hostile.

“i thought you'd be happy for me.” Nagi replied, stolidly. He sat his fork down and positioned his attention back onto you. “Fuckin' hell. Happy for you??” You grimace at his statement. “My supposed-to-be future husband is leaving me. What about that should i be fucking happy about??” The volume of your voice had amplified at the sheer audacity Nagi had.

“You said that if i decided to chase my goals then you'd support me.” He scoffed, narrowing his eyes and Crinkling his eyebrows at your melodramatic outburst.

“Because i didn't think that you'd leave me behind to chase after them! Do you even hear yourself?? Why are you so fucking nonchalant about this?” You asked. Nagi heard the way your words wavered shakily, he could hear the fear and heartbreak setting in.

You saw his decision as Cold-hearted and selfish, the fact he didn't even show a sense of sadness about the whole situation is what hurt you the most.

But Nagi wasn't apathetic, not nearly. No, he was simply stoic. He saw how his sudden decision had truly hurt you, and he did feel guilt and remorse for it because stoicism wasn't feeling guiltless. it was feeling guilt and being able to hide it, a strong sense of self-control. “Because I'm certain that this is the right choice. You know that i love you. i love you so much but i can't balance out my career and our marriage...” He affirmed, confidently.

You didn't respond. You felt your words get caught in the back of your throat, Tears forming on your lower lashes. You couldn't believe your ears, you couldn't believe nor imagine the day that your future husband would choose his career over you.

The realization of this wasn't bearable. You sat there in silence and simply stared at your fiance. He's not oblivious, he can see the pain and heartache reflecting in your eyes. "Nagi..." You desperately rasped as you felt the urge to sob loudly, clawing at your throat.

an infinity of silence had passed before you snapped out of your thoughts when you noticed Nagi stand from his chair. You spared him any questions on his intentions when he rounded the table and moved towards you.

“Stand up.” were his only words. You wiped your tears away with your sleeves and stood as he'd asked, the last thing you expected him to do was pull you into a warm embrace. tightly hugging you close to him. “I'm sorry, baby.” he murmured, planting a soft kiss onto the shell of your ear. “I'd never intentionally hurt you, but i don't think i can keep struggling to balance out two things i love.” He said, softly.

You didn't bother to hug him back. Fuck, he didn't deserve any responding affection. "So, when?" you asked, pushing him away from you. an act of rightful bitterness, he just blatantly told you he was choosing his friends and career over you.

You had ever right to withhold yourself. "When do you plan on leaving?" You questioned him, irritably.

"Saturday of next week. if i manage to move out soon enough, isagi said that I'd be able to move in with him." Although he was a bit hurt by your denial of his loving gesture, he partly knew you had the right away.

"i know your hurt but if it's alright could we finish dinner? it might be one of the last memories I'll have with you." Nagi justified, placing himself back into the chair he sat at a few moments ago.

You considered it. You considering that maybe if you did everything he asked, said everything he wanted to hear that maybe he'd change his mind. a grim and painful sense of contempt shot through your body at that ridiculous thought. it coursed through your veins like cocaine.

You couldn't respond― no, wouldn't respond sensibly. You refused to be nice to the same man who thought that kicking a ball around was more important than you.

"Fuck you, Nagi." You sneer angrily. "if you think that we can just go back to eating as if nothing happened then you thought wrong."

Nagi didn't respond, neither did he try and stop you from leaving the kitchen. He sat there and ate alone that night, evaluating if his decision was a good one but no matter how logically he attempted to look at it, his heart longed for the feeling of freedom.

The raw rush of adrenaline that came from running across that huge field, the feeling of the entire stadium looking at him and calling out his name as if he were they're saviour. it was then that as he put his plate into the sink, he felt his mind give him the ambivalent consolation that leaving you will be a brave and righteous thing.

Nagi slept on the couch that night, and going forward. He didn't necessarily want too but after he broke the news to you, he never felt as welcomed into the bedroom as he used too. He'd try to hold you, kiss you and yet you never indulged in the romantic gestures like you did before. You'd ignore him, or push him away. You gave him nothing as punishment for taking away everything.

Everyday felt like a heartache. your relationship managed to dull out within a few days. it felt like a married old couple who were waiting for they're divorce to settle. But nothing prepared you for the day to actually come.

You sat there on the couch, watching Nagi handle his taped boxes, a contempt frown plastered on your face. it'd only been two weeks so logically you weren't over this sudden change. “Here, take this one. I'll carry the other two.” you heard Nagi's voice echo from the kitchen. oh, that's right. Reo is here.

Mikage reo, Your ex-fiance's best friend. It made sense that out of everyone, reo was the first person he'd call to help. Although this was such a grim and glum moment in your life, the random exchanges of conversation reo would gift you while grabbing boxes had admittedly dampened the anguish and bitterly feeling that settled in the pit of your heart.

Sometimes, you couldn't help the slight twitch of your lips when he'd crack a pitiful joke. But it was never enough to actually make you smile, and why would it? this was one of the worst days of your life. But you deeply appreciated the attempts reo had made.

“Stay here, I'm gonna take these over to isagi's house.” Seishiro exclaimed, dryly. He grabbed the car keys from off the counter. “Then I'll come back for the last four.” he informed, looking at reo who had taken a seat next to you on the couch. “alright, I'll sit here and rest for a bit!” Reo stretched, carefully not to accidentally hit you.

Nagi hummed in recognition before leaving. Only after a few minutes of Nagi's absence did reo finally stir up the courage to speak too you. “Hey.” He coo'd, successfully catching your attention. Your eyes meeting Reo's sympathetic purple ones.

“I'm sorry about what my friend is putting you through. Man, i know how painful it must be.” He sympathized, turning his body to face you. You couldn't help but hear him out. “Do you?” You asked, piqued.

“Yeah.” Reo replied, diffended. “When we were teenagers, Nagi left my side to be on isagi's side.” Despite the friendly smile on his face, there was a sort of bitterness deep in the crevices of his words. Almost as if he wasn't entirely over the whole ordeal.

“He wanted to win so badly. He didn't even hesitate to walk away.” Reo sighed. “He probably doesn't think about it as much as i still do but ...” He hadn't even realized that the smile he wore a second ago had formed into a conflicted frown. “I'm sorry that happened to you, Reo.” You spoke up, pulling him from his thoughts.

“if that's the case, then I'm sure you can imagine how awful it feels for me now.” You muttered, looking at the ground. “Yeah, i can.” Mikage replied.

There was a deep silence. The type where you could tell both parties that built the conversation were equally in deep thought.

“Do you think ... maybe i did something?” You sudden asked, to the man's dismay. “Huh?” He responded, curiously. “Could you elaborate?” he asked. Reo wasn't an idiot, he knew what you meant and this feeling of self-doubt that you gave off had felt all-too-familiar.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “i mean like, do you think i might've did something that Nagi didn't seem to like and that's what made him choose Soccer?” You quizzed, nervously.

“i can't answer that.” He admitted, but immediately regret it when he saw your crestfallen expression. “He told me about his plan on divorcing you, earlier on. I tried to convince him not to do it.” He added.

You hadn't replied to Reo, which gave him the space to continue talking. “y'know...” he cleared his throat. There was a long moment of comforting silence before Reo spoke again.

“I'd never abandon you the way he did." those words reeled you in, you look over at Reo with a intrigued look. “What kind of person leaves the love of their life for a sport.” he muttered. His words left a strange sensation in your chest, you couldn't quite pick at what it was, but you felt like you knew what he was about to say.

in any other case, if you and Seishiro were still fiances then you would've stopped Reo in his tracks.

“What are you saying?” You questioned in a curious tone. You knew what he was saying, but you wanted to hear Reo confirm it by himself. “I'm saying that Nagi is making such a huge mistake.” He replied, frustrated.

“he's my best friend. i want nothing but for him to be happy. But the fact being happy means discarding someone so...” Reo paused for a moment.

“So?” You encouraged him to finish his sentence. “So ..Perfect.” Reo concluded. You couldn't withhold the feeling of your heart fluttering in your chest at his words. The way he spoke to you with such delicacy and warmth. You couldn't think of him as anything but sincere.

“Perfect?” You repeated, in disbelief.

“Perfect.” He'd confirmed, inching closer to you. out of respect, he waited a moment and glanced at your reaction. once he saw no hints of uncomfort, he proceeded to keep speaking.

“I know your probably too shocked to reply, I mean I wouldn't blame you. Your ex-fiance's best friend is confessing to you.” Reo couldn't suppress his Nervous laughter when he saw your surprised expression. “But I really do think your perfect.” He sighed.

“And ... How long did you think I was perfect..?” You asked, you couldn't help the small dosage of curiosity that you felt.

“Since I'd first met you.” he replied. “i didn't say anything at first because you and Nagi were so in love.” Reo said. “I—I wanted to tell you, but I didn't wanna hurt Nagi or make our relationship weird because I attempted to come onto his lover.” He justified. His excuse made sense, it would've been wrong if he tried to convince you to date him when you and Nagi were still together.

“But if I would've know that he'd end up hurting you.” he halted his sentence, his deep lavender gaze connecting with yours. “i would've stolen you a long time ago.” Mikage affirmed emphatically.

You could feel you heart pounding at his words, strongly. The thought that all this time, for the past 3 years, Reo was madly lovesick for you. Something about knowing this made you feel delighted.

After a considerable amount of silence, time to think on what your response to all of this abrupt and unforseen information would be, and within a moment you knew what you wanted to say.

“You told me that Nagi and me being in a relationship stopped you, right?" You asked, Your question being answered when Reo nodded solemnly. “But— .. what's stopping you now?” You asked, boldly. Your words admittedly took him by surprise, never did he expect that you'd accept his confession, much less, encourage it.

He took in your question, giving it a moment of thought, he realized you were right. Nagi had practically thrown you aside for the sake of his career. Which means you weren't seeing anyone, and that realization gave him a substantially Marvelous sense of Buoyancy.

“Absolutely nothing.” He replied, sanguinely.

Subsequently after estimated 35 minutes, Nagi had returned to collect his last few boxes. Blissfully unaware of your imminently established relationship with Reo. The way Reo was able to function so casually around Nagi was almost astonishing. smiling as if he didn't just propose a new relationship with his childhood friend's ex-fiance.

That month was full of unexpected events, things that you'd never seen coming. Although you were still faintly offended and hurt by Nagi's decision, something about being with Reo substantially dulled that trivial feeling of abandonment.

You never wanted to compare anyone, but you couldn't help but notice that Reo was furthermore blithesome and open-minded than Nagi when it came to your relationship. Supposedly it was because he didn't have a trait of laziness like Nagi did, or maybe it was due to his constant consideration for your feelings and how he'd consult you before making any big or rash decisions.

Whatever it was, it kept you chained to him. During Your Drive to go and pick Reo up, you came to a sudden comprehension that you were possibly indulging in this relationship with Reo far more than you were with the one you had with Nagi. You were happier.

You and Reo agreed to keep your relationship hidden from Nagi for a lengthy amount of time. Until the residues of the dissolving love he had for you were flushed from his mind. Of course, when it was revealed years later, it was a slip-up on Reo's part.

After the ending of a soccer match against a competing team, Reo and Nagi's Team had managed to win, almost effortlessly. No matter how accustomed Reo was too winning, managing to do it again always gave him an ardent feeling of exhilaration.

So when you were standing outside the arena, waiting for him to come out so you could take him home, he managed to greet you in such a beauteous way. a energetic kiss and a hug, you couldn't do anything but laugh at his victorious grin. “I'm assuming you won, again. Tell me about it.” You invited sweetly. Your common interest in his day was like being wrapped in saccharine.

So enraptured with your daily reunion with Reo, you both hadn't noticed Nagi watching with aghast, while his other teammates passed him, leaving. He'd seen the way Reo almost knocked you over with how energetic he was to see you, and how tightly he held your waist. How close you were.

Something about this scene of the two of you being so affection with each other triggered a melancholic jealousy, and for a moment he'd planned to say something, until he felt his mind go back to the day he'd stepped away from you for his career.

Nagi knew that was his moral compass reminding him that Reo dating you was completely fair, especially since you and Nagi were officially divorced.

it wasn't like you were cheating on him, but even then as he watching Reo babble on about how he dominated the field, and watched how you lovingly took in ever single detail Reo spouted, he couldn't help but begin to regret his decision.

Attempting to get you back was out of the question, It would involve betraying Reo. He'd already hurt Reo before in the past, and he promised himself he wouldn't do it again.

So all he could do was sit on the sidelines and watch Mikage love you in a way he wouldn't.

Xyhoo·  ·  ·  · ✦ ― do not copy, modify, sell, or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim it as yours. 02/19/2023. ― 11:23 AM.

Tags: @shoyoist @the-pyro-archon @suchatwistedaddiction @kittykittycore

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

in honor of me meeting CMQ on their pairing tour soon, here's another snippet of my zahra backstory <3 (and some tarlos too i couldnt pick)

thanks to @heartstringsduet @bonheur-cafe @honeybee-taskforce @nancys-braids @paperstorm and

@carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @theghostofashton

zahra backstory

Zahra feels her heart break in her chest a little, and remembers all the ways that June shielded Alex from the brunt of the last year. She’s sure the kid feels lost at not knowing if his rock is okay. Before she realizes what she’s doing, Zahra beckons him over, letting Alex curl up into her as she hugs him. “June’s going to be just fine, Alex. She’s a strong girl, and she’s exactly where she needs to be, getting all the help she needs, okay? You don’t need to worry about anything but yourself.” She wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug, “Now, did you finish that math homework you need to turn in in the morning?”

Alex nods against her shoulder, and she smiles, safe in the knowledge Alex can’t see her face. “Good, because your mother would skin me if you missed it, you little shit.” A beat, and then, “don’t tell your mother I cursed around you, I can’t fill that swear jar up anymore.”

Alex smiles a little wobbly thing, “Can we watch a movie for a bit? I don’t wanna sleep alone up there.”

And, well, Zahra knows she shouldn’t, she should say no and send the kid back up to bed, but something in his voice won’t let her. “Okay, fine. But I get to pick the movie, you menace. Seriously, your mother is going to kill me and it’s gonna be all your fault.”

He giggles at that, snuggling into her side a little deeper, “Love you, Zee.”

“I love you too, kid.” She sniffles, “Repeat that shit and I’ll bury you, alright? I can’t have people knowing I’m going fu– freaking soft.”She feels Alex nod against her side and she smiles softly, letting the opening credits of Empire Strikes Back play on the TV.

aish fic

They’re both silent on the other end, and before Aish can add onto what she’s saying, the siren goes off on the other end. “Saved by the bell, Marwani. Be safe out there.”

“Yes ma’am. This conversation isn’t over though.”

She can hear TK shuffling in his room, and she sighs, starting to move through the kitchen and pulling tomatoes and cilantro out of the fridge to get started on lunch.

Aishwarya can’t force him to talk to Carlos, but maybe she can force him to leave his room. 

***

TK’s finger hovers over Carlos’s number in his call log, trepidation overwhelming him. 

It’s just Carlos, you know Carlos. He’s been dying to talk to you. He winces at the choice of words in his head, but powers through. He presses the call button, and brings it up to his ear with shaky hands. It rings out, and just as TK is getting ready to end the call, he hears Carlos’s breathless voice on the other end. 

“TK?”

The breath rushes out of TK, “Yeah.”

“I didn’t think you’d call, to be honest. Aishu made it kinda clear that you weren’t going to call…”

TK lets out the barest of chuckles, “Yeah, I figured it was time I dealt with this one head on – do you want to meet up somewhere?”

Carlos is silent on the other line for a second, “Do you want to come over? I can be at my apartment in twenty minutes.”

TK blinks in surprise, “You’re not at your apartment?”

“Oh, no I’m not. Ma wanted to keep an eye on me and Aishu agreed that I should stay here, so I did. I’ll be there soon, just let yourself in. I have your favorite water in the fridge, just please. Go over there and wait for me.”

i'm gonna tag @lightningboltreader, @reyesstrand, @liminalmemories21, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut!

[chloepleasestopdying]

Ideas for an "After The Storm" game with the save bae ending?

If I had control to make ‘After the Storm’ it would probably be pretty damn close to The Girls Who Broke the World by GeneralIrritation over on AO3. It’s one of my favorite LiS fics and my favorite fic for exploring the cause of Max’s powers. I’ll expand on my reasons under the cut but if you haven’t read it and don’t want to be spoiled go read it! It’s great !!

it’s full sequel the setting HAS to be Arcadia Bay. The OG game is just too connected to the town itself to not be set there. Pulling Max and Chloe completely out of there just feels… wrong. One of the best things about LiS is that they knew how to set the vibes of all the areas so well.

‘Ah but I asked for After the Storm with Save the Bae’ yes you did anon- the game should NOT be set in the same exact timeline that the player been able to play in. This 1) keeps the game from making a single choice canon (which they’ve been trying to keep from doing) and 2) keeps the players on their toes.

In keeping with the idea of being in the same setting- the vibe has to be similar. A lot of post canon fics tend to go mores the sci-fi part because of Max’s powers (which can be pretty cool) but LiS is a mystery with some horror. Rachel’s disappearance lingers over the entire game as does Kate’s attempted suicide and Chloe’s repeated brushs with death. Just because there is a lot of cute moments and kinda cringe dialogue doesn’t mean we should forget that vibe.

I brought up The Girls Who Broke the World for a lot of reasons and one of the biggest is because it takes a very similar vibe- if not one that’s a bit more … I wouldn’t quite say mature but perhaps more adult. It’s a straight up murder mystery instead of Chloe and Max’s flat refusal of treating Rachel’s disappearance as such. There’s more death and drugs - though never anything too outrageous for the setting.

And keeping the bay also keeps the characters. LiS has GREAT characters. All the minor characters are just great. Any sequel has to at least try and bring back as many as possible and keeping the setting helps with that.

Max can’t have her powers. I love Max’s powers and I’m a HUGE fan of her keeping them post canon but her powers are op as all fuck if the game actually let you use them to the extent they should be able to.

But if I know I would want to explore the cause of her powers. Later LiS games clearly go with the theme of the characters getting them just because but that never worked with me with Max. Alex’s powers felt like a part of her, they’re something she’s been dealing with and have been growing stronger while Max’s just kinda appeared ?

So basically in TGWBTW (such a long title lol) Max doesn’t have her powers. The fic is from Chloe’s point of view and set a few years post canon with them having spilt up at some point after ‘canon’. Chloe has become something like a fixer with minor drug dealers in Arcadia Bay and gets mixed in with a murder mystery. It takes awhile for the reader to start putting together the pieces on what happened: Max used the picture to travel to the bathroom and instead of letting Chloe died Max jumped in front of the gun. Max’s powers end up not really being ‘hers’ and the last fic expands on some of the dropped hints like the Prescotts.

I think something like that- where you play as Chloe who has no memory of Hell week while Max does is really cool.



[celticwolf55]

It's really cool when writers have playlists for their fics cause then you see what fits woth the story and all. Fake it till you make it is the first of your fics I read and it's one of my favorites so it's nice to see that playlist.

I've never heard reckless driving before but it's really good. Like "guess I'd die to keep your eyes on me"? For wenclair? Breathtaking honestly. I've only heard one other song by this artist and theyre making me a fan of hers. The song is Hate to be lame in case you're interested.

And epic omg I first heard about it late 2021/early 2022 and I've been obsessed since. I've waited so long that I'm kinda sad it'll be over soon. Just a man is one of the best songs from epic. All the edits to it are so good they hurt. Ruthlessness has to be my favorite though cause that's where it finally hits them how screwed they are.

I'm left without a choice and without a doubt

Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now

I've gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown

And

You are far too nice, mercy has a price

It's the final crack, we're bound to break the ice now

You reveal your name, then you let him live

Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give 'cause

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

These lyrics are golden. Different beast is up there for me too. Do you have a favorite song or saga?

I know it's a lot, my bad, but in my defense wenclair and epic are my hyperfixations and together is even better.

I feel that having a playlist, even if I don't always listen to it when I'm writing, it really helps get me into the headspace of the story. Fake it is the first popular fic that people have read of mine, which is totally fair since my earlier stuff wasn't that great. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the playlist I put together for it.

Reckless driving was something I literally listened to on repeat for MONTHS because it was what gave the good creative juices for writing, and the beat was great as well when the lyrics just faded into the background in my braid. The lyrics also hit really hard too, so I totally get your reaction to them. I haven't heard the song you're talking about, but Ceilings was also a song I listened to on repeat for a similar reason.

Now to Epic. I found it mid to late last year I think. Back when the Cyclops saga was the most recent one out. All of the edits and animatics were so incredible as well, adding different things to the songs and elevating them in different ways too. Ruthless is an incredible song too. It's the first time that Odysseus has some really harsh consequences and it hardens him in general (apart from Polities' death). And yeah, you get to feel how badly he's messed up too. I also remember how incredible the goosebumps were when that scrapped song was going around 'Get in the water'. It was so intense.

You're totally fine. I like your enthusiasm. I just spent several hours making a video of about 3 years worth of artworks I've done for Wenclair to my recent stuff. Hopefully I get inspired into making more artworks to hopefully finish the song I have behind it.

[prythianpages]

Fanfic Writer Tag Game

Thank you @ninthcircleofprythian for the tag! <3

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing

My ideas usually start in my phone's notes and then when I have the time, I type up a vague summary/bullet points into a google doc. I build from there and I honestly take forever editing. Because I just want to make sure I'm using the right words or not being too repetitive with certain words/phrases. Even after I finish writing & editing a fic, I let it sit for a bit just to make sure I'm satisfied with it and then I queue it.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Pantser. I do have a vague plot/outline but for the most part, I go off of vibes or kinda let the characters/dialogue take over sometimes.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Most of my one-shots are named after songs so I usually listen to those songs on repeat or similar songs or whatever youtube shuffle brings up.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

I love drinking iced coffee whenever I'm using my laptop! Or boba. Anything sweet & caffeinated.

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

This changes any time I get asked but right now, it's currently this angsty Az fic, Next to You. I hadn't written angst in awhile so I found it challenging. I really wanted this to play out exactly like it did in my head and I think it did (:

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

A Thousand Feelings. I feel that any Acotar x OC fics don't do as well as Acotar x Reader. This one was about Carina, Rhysand's sister (OC) and inspired by one of my favorite holidays, Day of the Dead.

Do you have any advice for new writers?

Keep writing. And if you happen to be stuck somewhere, it's okay to take a break! Watch TV, movies or read your favorite fics and books to get your inspiration back.

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

I love when fics have great angst and can evoke emotion well, especially with dialogue or metaphors. It's something I'm still working on and would love to get better at.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

My answer is the same as Ninth (@ninthcircleofprythian.) I started as an Az girlie and being on here made me love and appreciate Eris's character more. I want to say the first fic I ever wrote with him in it was Like An Angel and I enjoyed writing him so much I turned that one shot into a series lol.

No pressure tags: @assriels, @acoazlove, @surielstea, @cressidagrey

[nayvwriter]

⭐️ Have fun!

Mm, let's go with some stuff about when I thought of Hope's Renegades things. Implied major nexomon extinction spoilers and also fic spoilers below.

(sorry I rambled about a fic you have no investment in, I only realised after I wrote this entire thing)

Amelie being a Renegade? The same day I made the document for the fic, so the same day the fic progressed from a vague vibes-based "nexomon four protagonists au" to an actual idea. Hope didn't even have a name at the time, that's how early this was!

I'd come up with the premise of Renegades being like this, the idea that Ross Coco and Nora were going to be the Renegades of the protagonist, and the fact the protagonist was going to be very mute.

I briefly considered Storm for Hope's name, but by the time I started writing the second chapter I'd decided on Hope, partially because it made the title sound really cool (I hadn't had a title at the time, but I'd been considering some things). Also, I don't know why Hope-verse keeps having spoilery titles... Some people got it immediately, others did not.

A little over a week after properly starting the fic, I had four and a half chapters written and one posted. This would set the speed for the remainder of Hope's Renegades. How I planned, wrote, edited, and posted 138k in less than 5 months... I just hyperfocused the fic. Really hyperfocused the fic, like I'd never done before.

What Amelie does in the finale I thought of very shortly after that, before I'd finished writing chapter 5, in the middle of the night. Yes, I had in fact been planning this practically from the beginning. Yes, it was really difficult not to tell people, but thankfully for most of that time the only nexomon person I was talking to already knew because I tell her everything.

I was trying to foreshadow it as much as I reasonably could, short of psychic intervention, but when it's something as out-of-nowhere as that... there's only so much you can do. I've been focusing on Amelie a lot throughout the fic, but to expect her to not only redeem herself but to do that - I tried to establish it as a possibility (repeating the fact that Vados was vulnerable to his own powers multiple times, for example), but it wouldn't have seemed likely.

And I believe a little after thinking of Amelie's choice, I came up with the idea for the Sunset Arc, which I then made sure to build and plan towards.

Conversely, some of the things that seem like they should have been planned for ages actually really weren't.

Strawberry Cake, which happened pre-canon, was first thought of when I was writing the third arc (at which point I started referencing it whenever possible).

The turning point in Bolzen's revival was thought of on the spot as I was writing it.

So was Nora's realisation about Hope being more vulnerable to Tyrant sensors without their Renegades! I did purposefully say they weren't easily sensable when separated from their Renegades because of the Renegades thing, but I only figured out the implications for the Sunset Arc when Nora did. Which is probably why it flowed so well.

So were... a lot of things, actually. A fair few scenes that weren't in the chapters when I initially wrote them. A couple of chapters that kinda weren't, for example making the Mysteries Arc two chapters longer. A lot of directions conversations went, like Ada finding out about Ulrich. Characters just do things.

So Yeah. thank you for the ask!

[misc-obeyme]

hi ur writing is literally amazing can i ask u some stuff regarding it/how you go about writing/advice? feel free to ignore this if its not something youre comfy with

were u ever nervous to post fic? i just posted my first one and am like. super embarrassed (i also have a Guilt Complex that influences that lmao). if so, did you find it easier as you kept writing?

also how the hell do you write endings/get the motivation for them? youre really good at tying things together nicely at the end (or the occasional Leave 'Em Wondering) and im curious about your process for it. i can pretty steadily get up to the scene i started the fic to write but after that brain and motivation go honk mimimi

anyways thank you for sharing your work with the internet! i love reading your stuff its always a highlight in my day :)

Hi there, anon!

So first of all, I absolutely LOVE questions about writing, so please always feel free to send me any you may have! I'm such a nerd, I really love talking about the process and I'm happy to discuss it or share advice and so on!

Secondly, omg you're so sweet! Thank you, I'm so glad you like my writing!

Now then, lemme answer your questions! I apologize in advance for the LENGTH of these answers, but I seem to be incapable of writing about this sort of thing without it turning into an entire essay.

Yes, absolutely, I was extremely nervous when I first starting posting my fics. Some of that may have been that I hadn't written fic in a while and I was nervous enough about sharing, but I was extra nervous about messing up characterization. I wasn't used to writing for characters that I didn't create myself. I got nervous again when I started posting smut, too lol.

The thing about this type of anxiety in general is that exposure therapy really is the cure. It's like that for a little bit at first, but the more you do it, the more you prove to yourself that it's no big deal. Nowadays, I have almost no anxiety when I'm posting something fluffy and even most smut pieces are easier for me to post, too.

Another piece of this is remembering that the reason you write fic is for your own enjoyment. You're putting it on the internet on the chance that someone else might like it, too. But really, you have to focus on the things that make you happy. It's easier to deal with posting anxiety if you keep your focus on the joy of creation rather than the adrenaline of sharing. It's hard to do, but it gets easier the more you do it!

Okay, so endings! Uh, here's a fun fact about me, endings are my weakness lol. I have a lot of practice starting things and then never ending them because I absolutely get bored at a certain point. So I know exactly what you mean by the brain going to honk mimimi land.

For me, the trick was to write short stuff. Most of my fics are just scene length. This allowed me to get some practice with writing more endings because I didn't get bored when I was pretty much just writing one scene. So I found a couple things that I like to do for endings specifically, but then I also discovered a way to sort of keep my brain engaged while writing longer stuff.

It kinda all comes down to what you want to leave the reader with. That final paragraph or sentence can really deliver an impactful emotion. So you kinda have to think about what the rest of the scene is about, what specific feeling do you want the reader to have when they get to the end? If you're not sure, you can also frame it as what kind of feeling do you want to have at the end?

One technique I like to use is tying everything back to the beginning. I've used it multiple times, but it's probably most obvious in this Barbatos drabble. The first and last sentences are the same, but you don't have to be that blatant about it lol. That was mostly a stylistic choice. But if you look at the third paragraph and the last paragraph, they are parallels of each other, but they're different. What they convey is that something has changed by the end. So by repeating pieces of the beginning at the end, I'm deliberately illustrating what changed in the middle.

It's like thinking of the ending as a sort of summary of everything that happened in the middle of the story. If you're writing something longer, you can apply this to individual scenes as needed. But you might end up with an entire scene at the beginning and an entire scene at the end that do the same thing (rather than a couple of paragraphs).

Another thing I like to do is leave an implication of further action that isn't included. Something like "You wouldn't leave his room until morning." or maybe "You had a feeling something like this would happen again soon." Like this isn't really the end, but the rest is up to your imagination!

This is more specifically about the last paragraphs/scene/sentence, though. It's good to think of a way to recall the entirety of the story you just told, leaving the reader with the overall feeling you were going for.

But when it comes to longer stories, if you're finding you make it to one scene and then stop, well, that might be the end of your story. For this kind of thing, it really helps me to think about what the end game of the story is. For instance, in my longest fic, The Threads That Bind, I knew it was a Barbatos x MC love story. So the "end" couldn't happen until they had confessed their feelings to each other. A lot of other stuff happened before that, but it all contributed to that final plot point. And there isn't much story after that. The final scene is their confession. (There is a spicy epilogue, but that was just a bonus lol.)

So if you can decide before you even start writing what the goal is, you can write to that goal, filling in a bunch of cool scenes along the way. It doesn't have to be that you know exactly what happens or what the final scene is. When I started writing Threads, I had no idea how the confession was going to go. I just knew that Barbatos and MC had to end up declaring their love somehow.

But I tied that into the rest of the story with the theme of the threads. It was a visual anchor as well as a metaphorical one - magic let them see threads binding them together, but the feeling of belonging to each other was kind of the point of it all. So I was able to take that concept that I'd already used and incorporate it into the final confession scene.

NOW THEN all of this might also be easier if you're an outline type of person, but I most definitely AM NOT. Other writers swear by an outline and you'll probably find a lot of information on how to use one if you Google it.

But outlining for me is like pulling teeth, so I never do it. I write my first draft in a fever dream, with the end goal and a handful of ideas about overall themes and a couple things that I just think would be cool or fun to write. I spend a lot of time daydreaming about the story first, too, but I don't write anything down until I'm writing that first draft.

I could probably write a whole book on my methods for writing, but my biggest piece of advice for this kind of thing is EXPERIMENT.

The best part about writing is that aside from the basic fundamentals (spelling, grammar, sentence structure, etc), there are NO RULES. So if you're finding you're always struggling with finishing, try out anything and everything that might help you with that. Try writing outlines, try not writing outlines, try ending your story with the scene you were working toward, try thinking of a new scene you want to write as the ending scene. If it works, great! If it doesn't work, no problem! Just chuck it and try something else.

Sometimes the best thing for me to do is to ask myself what would be the most fun to write next? And then just going for it. My opinion is that you can always edit things later!

Anyway, I hope some of that helps! I'm sorry I really rambled quite a bit, but like I said, I love talking about this kind of thing lol.

Good luck, anon, and I believe in you!

[ya-killin-me-smalls]

i apologize for the text wall you are about to recieve i'm facing my fears of being an annoyance in the inbox

hey what do i do when i have several fixations happening all at once

my madcom keeps coming into the house because its cold but then goes back out because yay snow

the funkin won't leave the pantry because i keep coming back to the Tall Modded Men

deltarune deltarune deltarune deltarune

undertale is returning with a baseball bat because it refuses to be left behind in my elementary days (i promise you my AU content won't be based on fanon i've been tracking little details in the game i'm not cring pleas e don't sentence me to the swamp of sin)

im not sure if i'm going back to my fnaf phase i'm just very fond of the sundrop models i find on VRChat

MINECRAFT!!1!1!1!!!

and it doesn't help that i want (personally i have to i live off making silly little worlds with different stories and flavors) to make AU content the neurodivergent courses through my veins it will never end

this is a really good question that I don't see a lot of people asking so it's hard to find good advice for this

best advice I can give as a neurospicy individual is to not fight your attention span when it comes to hobbies. with school and work you don't have much of a choice but remember there are no deadlines or consequences in fandom

like I feel kinda bad for not having updated my two big fics in 2-3 months but y'know the juice just isn't there. I like quality and if I'm not interested it won't be quality. I try to keep my blog madcom focused because that's what people followed me for but trust me right now I'm all about my gta dude, sonic, batfam, mw2, and others I can't remember on top of madness combat

I can't give advice for artblock because I don't draw unless I absolutely want to, but for writing at least I find that outlining costs way less mental energy so even if I'm not putting together a new fic/chapter, I can still plan to with relative ease

but yeah neurodivergence doesn't always mean there's something wrong, sometimes it just means your brain works different and I don't think it's productive to try and force it to work another way. do what sparks joy. if your ideas are cringe, kill the cop in your brain because the entire premise of madcom would sound cringe if a 12 year old described it as their superhero backstory. what makes or breaks a story is the presentation of it, not the idea itself

also feel free to combine things you're fixating on. I was on a horror kick, decided to incorporate it with fandom (have not finished it because oh my god horror is so hard to write)

having people to bounce ideas off of is really helpful too because it can help you focus more on that one thing, as I'm sure you saw with the AU I'm working on right now. feel free to yell about stuff in my inbox if you'd like, don't know all those fandoms but I'm happy to listen

music also helps with focus, find a song that fits the vibe of what you want out of your work and set it to repeat. normal behavior I know but it worked for me

ultimately, don't stress. the mojo comes and goes, it's more cooperative if you are. fandom isn't a job or any sort of obligation and you can write, draw, headcanon whatever you want. sometimes multitasking is helpful because you can step back from something and then come back refreshed after working on another thing

hope this makes sense because it feels all over the place but yeah that's basically what I've learned to do

[starsinorion]

FIC TIME FIC TIME!

I disappear for months bc of artblock and come back with a (pretty much) fully developed AU and fic. Anyways, expect art of this AU when I feel up to it! I got a drawing tablet again yippee!

I present to you the first thousand-odd words from my DCA-centric fic: Heart, Mind, Soul! I am E A T I N G up the amount of angst and plot twists planned for this. Buckle up bc this fic will be a loooong ride >:) this snippet is kinda fast paced though, since it's just reflection. I'll explain the AU itself more in another post later on, but for now I was vibrating with excitement over sharing this lil snippet (even though it doesn't really show why it's an AU yet... hee hee the element of surprise).

CW: Brief mention of gore, fnaf-typical themes

Without further ado!

One thing that could always be guaranteed about the charismatic Sun, is that he loved cleaning. Adored it, even. He could always rely on the repetitive motions to calm his frequently chaotic headspace. It gave him the rare, fleeting sense of clarity in his mind to think. He was a busy bee, after all! But, as selfish as he may admit, possibly the most enjoyable part of cleaning was that it wasn't something intrinsically coded into his system. It was something he adopted on his own, rather than something grand and imposing on his mind that constantly bit at his wires until completed. It was a choice that he could actively make instead of something akin to a human impulse. Something to learn.

And learning, he very much did. Yes, he observed the staff bots every day as they went about their monotonous routine. He memorised where each and every cleaning product was kept amongst the cluttered daycare cupboards, even calculating the amount of product used per square metre of floorspace. The cycle repeated until he felt confident enough in his abilities to take over the task, something the staff bots didn't seem to object to, moving onwards to prioritise something else in a matter of moments. They came back for the first few days, but eventually stopped their scheduled visits upon realising that Sun was not giving up his newfound role of Daycare Sweeper-polisher-duster-sanitiser- and, well, the list continues.

If it wasn't obvious, cleaning was almost his favourite thing in the world.

Almost. Looking after his wonderful little stars could never be beaten. As much as he disliked being defined by the traits he was involuntarily given, he could definitely say that his love for children was the only gift the plex had ever given him. He knew for a fact that even if the strings of code weren't burnt into every atom of his metal frame, he'd still love his little stars. That would never change.

Cleaning also most definitely didn't come above his best friend! His Moon, oh how dear he was to Sunny. As if it couldn't get any better (spoiler alert: it did!), it wasn't long before Moon adopted the habit of cleaning too. Luckily, sharing a frame meant he didn't need to go through the trouble of learning the skill himself. Moon felt the distant muscle memory, for lack of a better term, of Sun's experience when he decided to take up the challenge upon a dark night at the Plex. Not that Sun would have minded teaching him either way.

Despite the contrary belief of many of the human staff members, they were two separate entities. They didn't have to share memories; they didn't have to share anything. But they did because they wanted to, and because they were close. Thoughts and feelings were always uniquely their own, but often they'd choose to share them with each other for the sense of comfort they so rarely received from anyone else.

Oh, his Moony was often so helpful, so wonderful, completing anything and everything he could while the daycare was bathed in darkness. It was always a wonderful surprise to take to the front of their headspace once the lights lit up their keep, and find their daycare practically spotless.

Those were the only times Sun would ever be shut out from Moon's vision. It was a surprise, after all! It was the only gift they could really give to one another. Despite this, Sun would always insist how Moon didn't need to do so. He would always love cleaning! He would always love cleaning up the little stars' mess, and loved cleaning up their messes too. He loved looking after his counterpart, and if cleaning was the only way he could get that across, then it was all the more reason to love doing so!

Until it wasn't.

Until he had to convince himself, through an onslaught of static and error codes, that the red on the walls, the floor, the play mats, and himself, was just paint. Just paint. That's what he'd tell himself. And if he happened to spot the sinewy ribbons of something that's supposed to stay inside the body, not out, then he seemed none the wiser.

So he cleaned, and he cleaned. It gave him time to think. It gave him clarity. It was something he could do; something he would. It was the only way he could show that he cared.

White optics held a thousand-yard stare as he scrubbed, recalling a time he used to look so fondly upon. Sun had always called himself an optimist, Moon used to tease that the correct word was avoidant. It was all in good fun, their teasing. It was a dynamic between them that they both held fondly. They were both smart and quick-witted in their own ways, so it was great fun to have someone who could keep up. There was never a time that they didn't take pride in living up to their jester-like designs. Now the former tease just seemed dead and cold as he turned it over and over in his headspace.

Then again, it was true, wasn't it? Moon was always a realist. The perfect counterpart, after all. Day and night. That was where their similarities ended, and their ever-growing differences began.

To this day, Sun can't recall when the change started, when the wedge between them grew and grew until it cracked them in half. They used to be so frustrated when people considered them the same being. Now, however, Sun can see why they did. They were so intrinsically one, so close and so whole when together that they practically were, despite being entirely separate consciousnesses. One plus one equals one when they get along. It makes so much sense to him, despite it going against everything his computer-coded mind knows is fact.

Everyone knows now, though, that they couldn't be more different from one another; Sun's once-radiant self now just half of a grim story suitable for a theatre. Day and night. Love and hate. Comedy and tragedy. Fear and fury. How fitting.

Yet, Sun can't find it in himself to say he's a victim. If anything, he's just as bad as his counterpart. How many lies will he continue to cover up, how many more stories will he have to fabricate, or faces will he have to act clueless to? At least he doesn't need to fake the distress, it feels like the only authentic part of himself left. He used to take pride in being the face of Fazbear's theatre. Now the former title taunts him as he relays the news of the temporary daycare closure to his silent headspace. Another day, another act.

Sun allows these thoughts to settle in the pit of his wires as he cleans. It gives him clarity. It gives him peace. It gives him time to think.

And he's always said he loves clearing up Moon's messes, afterall.

Aaaand fin! Idk if ppl will read this since I'm a pretty small account, but if you do then thank you so much and feel free to ask questions about the AU if you have any :)

[warren-yap-blog]

notes for : stretched

unironically i started this at 10pm on christmas eve and wrote it across approx. 8ish? hrs throughout christmas day. thankfully however i am like 8-12 hrs ahead of the western world, which means when i posted this, it was bright and early for everyone to enjoy at like fucking 9am on christmas. not sure how to feel about that one. but anyway

i think fang would have a lot of control issues. like, always feeling insecure, out of control of his own life, incapable of making things go his way. and while he tends to play it off in front of others, it comes across really obvious in bed because it's almost as if his entire personality switches, especially when he's angry or frustrated. that's also why the line 'you only dom when you're angry' is in there - because i think when he gets mad, he unconsciously wants to channel that tension into doing something that can alleviate the feelings of futility/lack of control. namely, by putting himself in a situation where he's entirely in control and gets exactly what he wants.

conversely, if something happens thats out of his control but makes him feel sad rather than angry, then he'll go full submissive/pillow princess mode because he wants someone else (buster) to take over, take full control of him (because he feels as though the choices he makes aren't the right ones, therefore it's better for someone else to make them for him). and he'll do whatever they want, will let them do anything to him, just to earn their praise. (the praise kink is a really important part of this btw. its the feeling of being reaffirmed, of being assured that he is capable of making others happy despite what he feels/thinks, that's what really gets him going)

for buster, he kinda just goes along with whatever fang wants. he has his desires and preferences ofc (ie. likes subbing more than domming) but like, fang gets way more emotionally charged way more often (that guy def has crazy mood swings bruh), whereas buster will enjoy basically anything, any time. so he's plenty willing to just play along with whatever situations fang puts him in, cuz busters just a chill guy like that.

tldr theyre both switch/vers but fang is dependent way more on his mood whereas buster will js do whatever his partner wants

if u r curious btw i dont think buster is that much older than fang, to me hes only older by like 2 yrs, i js think its funny to have fang call someone older than him a good boy. dialogue is hard to me tho idk, like writing dirty talk feels so awkward asjdpqdjnqpwedn 😭😭😭 i only like writing dialogue when its stupid shit like at the end. especially reading it back omg like its kinda hot when im horny but it sounds so bad when im not LMAOO

also, this is completely irrelevant information, but i keep running out of descriptors. like idk if ppl notice but i use 'the fighter', 'the projectionist', etc a LOT bc i dont want to js use he all the time (esp bc its two guys so it can get confusing) or js use their names all the time. but like, i hate stuff like 'the ginger-haired man' (js reads awful bc its such a mouthful) or in fangs case i also never use 'the smaller man' (whereas i do on occasion refer to buster as larger) bc like, while its technically true, i dont want to give the impression that fang is small in anyway cuz like. hes not. i dont think hes completely jacked out like a body builder but yk hes got that lean muscular figure, pretty tall for a trans guy (i hc him 5'8). so yea. but i feel like i repeat the same descriptors a lot 😔 idk, js smth i wanna work on for my next fic

[allsassnoclass]

hi hazel! can i ask 9, 17 and 30? -taylor

@whippedbuckley hi taylor!!! sorry for the delay, i had to go to work :/

9. How do you find new fic to read? It depends on how big the fandom is! For 5sos, I mostly read fics by people I know or that they recommend, but I also sometimes go to the ao3 page and scroll a bit to see what's around. For bigger fandoms that I'm returning to after a while, I'll filter completed, non-explicit works updated within a six-month timeframe by kudos, then see what seems good there, then repeat with a different six-month timeframe. If it's a bigger fandom that i've been reading some stuff for already, i'll go by most recent. If it's a smaller fandom, I go by kudos and just keep scrolling. I know that some people are going to be like BUT KUDOS AREN'T INDICATIVE OF HOW GOOD A WORK IS AND YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON SO MANY GOOD FICS AND YADA YADA YADA but here's the thing. i am fully aware of that. but I don't have time for that unless i'm heavily entrenched in the fandom. it's easier for me to filter out the good and the bad when i sort via kudos.

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it? for 5sos? i want to write a roylum bali kinda-soulmate au, where everyone has one (1) letter on their skin that's in legend the first letter of their soulmate's name (although there's no way to prove this given how many people have names that start with the same letter and how love is a choice you have to work on, so it's mostly considered a pseudo-science) and it takes place in those days where roy stayed behind to hang out with cal in bali. i also would like to write a circus au!!!! but i have to figure out how i'd do that because my circus school au was originally a 1d fic and i don't think i can adapt it to 5sos in a way that fits the vibes

also, though, I have a few aus for other fandoms that i really want to write that i know no one else here wants to read:

the cobra kai time travel au where both sam and robby get sent back to the school fight and have to figure out how to prevent half of the trauma and gang violence that occurs later while they both struggle with reconciling what they know of the world they just came from with how things and people react if robby never kicked miguel over the balcony

a fic where the hsmtmts kids get put in an artsy production of romeo and juliet out in the woods. they need to learn how to act in unconventional spaces and to do something besides broadway-style musicals

the band of brothers band au where luztoye are exes and joe left the band after a car crash took his leg. a big motivation to write this one is to see how many times i can make someone joke about lipton being a donnie wahlberg clone, as he is the lead singer. i have all of the roles vaguely cast but i'm having a hard time figuring out the specific plot

omg i don't think i'll actually get around to writing this but years ago i had a wild idea to do a national treasure au with the losers from the it movies. i still think of that idea fondly and do think it was very big brained of me

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter? i... don't really think so? i feel like my comfort zone is relatively large and my hard nos are hard nos, meaning that I don't really cross lines with myself. any time i go into details about kissing i always feel like i'm doing it wrong, so that's not quite in my comfort zone, but i also don't think it really affects my approach to writing afterwards. i think i'm very methodical with my writing and always will be and will always tackle writing problems that way.

Questions for fic writers

[theianitor]

Drabble time! Inspo word was ‘plan’. Under a squiggly line it goes!

Jenson entered the bedroom and frowned. Kimi had stayed the night, which was strange enough in itself, but for some reason he had moved to Jenson’s side of the bed when they’d gone back upstairs after making some breakfast.

“You’re getting crumbs all over my side of the bed,” Jenson said pointedly, sitting down on the other side. Kimi glanced over and took another demonstrative bite of his sandwich. Jenson sighed.

“Why did you move to my side?”

Kimi shot him a crooked smirk.

“Because if I didn’t I would be getting crumbs all over my side of the bed.”

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of BL fics that feature face-sitting. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) Take My Hand, Darling | Explicit | 5635 words

Harry wants to experiment with bondage, but Louis' worried about trying new things. They both kinda miss holding each other's hand.

2) I'm Addicted To You | Explicit | 6167 words | Sequel

They don't get to do what Louis wants until a couple of weeks later, after being knee-deep in work and trying to cover everything that has to do with the topic. They agree on everything Louis would like to experiment with, and Harry agrees mostly on everything. It's not extreme per say, but not having to touch Louis during it, it feels a little too extreme for Harry nonetheless.

At first, he had complained about not wanting to do it because to him it felt that the most important thing of their sex life is when they get to touch each other and transmit each electric, thunder-like feeling they perceive in moments like that. Louis, on the other hand, had pouted, exclaiming that sometimes one had to step out of their comfort zone to experience new things. He had promised that in the first moment Harry would feel uncomfortable or lost in what they were doing he would immediately stop.

3) Singing Your Praises | Explicit | 6226 words

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

4) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

"And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

5) See You When I Get Home | Explicit | 10308 words

"What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier.

"You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

"Me?"

6) With the Certainty of Tides | Mature | 13980 words

“Love you,” Louis whispered in the dark. He didn’t know what time it was or where the light had gone, he knew that he was in Harry’s arms, basking in the afterglow of all their love and he’d be a fool to not tell Harry that. As if Harry didn’t know.

“Love you,” was whispered back, as if Louis didn’t know. They confessed to each other as if it was their first time saying it, raw and painful, and listened to it the very same way, but they knew those words to be the only ones true.

With all the certainty of the tides, with all the light from the sun, with all the steady beats of their hearts, they were deftly in love, in secret and so loudly. They were brave and fearless and strong and hopelessly devoted in every sense of their breaths.

“We made it, baby,” Harry mumbled, bringing their lips into a final kiss, sweet and soft and the color of pink. They already knew that, didn’t fight tooth and nail and argued through every petty year and bleed their hearts into the words they sang and on their skin for them to have not made it home.

They were home.

7) Pleasure Over Matter | Explicit | 15204 words

“I have an extra pair of trackies and a jumper back up where I work,” Louis offered pointing behind himself. “I can lend them to you for the night, if you’d like?” Harry considered. He was out here alone, and nearly stripped bare, he didn’t really have much of a choice if he planned on making it back to his place without a serious scandal. Aside from that fact, Louis seemed kind and genuine, and Harry found it easy to admit he wasn’t hard on the eyes and that he wouldn’t mind spending just a bit more with him.

8) Rivers 'Til I Reach You | Explicit | 29315 words

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

9) This Feeling | Explicit | 58875 words

"Gonna play it back for you now." Louis clicked play and the song flooded through Harry’s headphones.

The sound of each others voices united into one, and the rhythm of the music carried their voices effortlessly. Harry’s insides tingled and a wave of shivers rolled down his spine.

Before the clip cut off, Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Louis, and failed miserably at disguising his smile. Louis stared back at him in shock.

10) Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | Explicit | 73825 words

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

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[unoriginalmess]

A Second Mask: Chapter 4

Did that just happen?

Hello guys! It's me. I'm finally writing again. Sorry about the delay. I'm going to explain more at the end of the chapter, but I'm just going to keep the beginning short. So here is chapter 4:

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To say Adrien was concerned would be a huge understatement. He was downright disturbed. Its been weeks and still Marinette hadn't changed back to the happy, peppy, nice girl that he knew. AND SHE WOULDN'T EVEN TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT!

He tried to talk to her for a whole week after her original trasformation, but after the repeated firm rejections, he stopped altogether. He figured that maybe with some space, she might be able to work through whatever she was going through, but at this point, he's losing hope.

When he is feeling this distressed about something, he usually turns to his lady, but she has been acting weird too. Ever since she suggested they start sparring, she's started to show that she is going through kinda a rough time as well. She is the same ladybug when everyone is watching, but when it's just the two of them, she looks sad and tired. She has also started saying some concerning things while they are sparring. She has started talking about how she has started taking being Ladybug and the Guardian more seriously, and how she has less distractions now, which would be a good thing if she didn't say them so sadly.

The good thing is, the sparring has given him a chance to get out his aggression because of the whole Marinette-situation and his anger at his father in a safe environment. He didn't like the idea of hitting Ladybug at first (especially in the face) but with her not holding back on her hits, he felt more comfortable doing the same. It has helped them fight better too. He hopes that whatever Ladybug is going through in her civillian life will work itself out soon, but until then he will be there for her. He just needs to figure out how to be there for Marinette.

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Felix was making good progress with Marinette. After they first asked marinette about (insert fashion question of your choice here, I legit know nothing and I didn't have time to research anything for this chapter), she had started answering their questions on a daily basis. After a couple of days of that, she had started to rant to them about different things in the fashion world that were bothering her, exciting her, or confusing her that particular day. In response to that, they had started to respond to her rants with their own opinions on the subjects and even start their own rants.

It had gotten to the point where Felix would now consider them to be friends, though they know that Marinette would never call them as such, it was fine with them. They know she has trust issues, and they can understand why, so they are fine with being friends in everything but a name.

Felix was looking forward to their daily banter as they waited in their seat for Marinette to arrive. When she did, she was followed by a very pissed-looking Alya. Felix turned to look at her and noticed that she had what looked to be tears forming in her eyes. What they didn't notice was the little black butterfly that had entered through the window in the back of the room, and was making a beeline towards her.

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Marinette walked to school in yet another one of her newest fashion creations: a pair of oversized grey ripped jeans and a navy blue sweatshirt. She was actually really liking her new look, and the comfort that it offered was just an added plus.

She was actually feeling excited to talk to Felix about Gabriel Agreste's newest fashion flop. They were the only person that she had met that actually cared about fashion as much as her. It made her happy to talk to them. It kind of scared her how excited she was. Shouldn't she be distancing herself from everyone? she thought to herself. No. Felix isn't my friend, they aren't close to me, they are just someone I talk fashion with. Like a coworker, yeah. Totally. Felix is just a coworker. ("Liar" says the inner voice in her head)

She was shocked out of her thoughts when she was pulled to the side by someone as she entered the courtyard. Her mind immediately thought of an akuma, when the person spoke.

"Marinette! Girl," Oh it's just Alya. Wait Alya? "How long are you gonna keep up this cry for attention? Are you really THAT jealous of Lila? I know that Adrien likes her, but that doesn't give you the right to act like this! And you are hanging out with Felix, who accused her of sexually harrassing Adrien on their first day here-?" She looked absolutely furious at her, but Marinette had heard enough. She cut Alya off in the middle of her presumably long rant.

"ALYA!" Said girl jumped at both the inturruption and the tone of voice used, "First of all, this isn't a cry for attention, if anything its a cry for leaving me the fuck alone. Second of all, I'm not jealous of Lila. I'm not in love with Adrien anymore, and haven't been for a while. You knew that I was dating Luka right? Why would I care who Adrien likes? Lastly, I am allowed to hang out with whoever I choose, whether you like them or not. It's none of your fucking business Alya, and if you think that I'm just some jealous, attention-seeker why do you even care?" With that last question she stormed off to the classroom, leaving a speechless Alya behind her.

When marinette sat down in her seat, she just kept thinking about how Alya was just talking to her. How could she think that about her? They used to be best friends, and Alya wasn't even concerned about her not talking to her anymore, she was just concerned about her being "jealous of Lila". It made her so furious that she could feel tears trickling down her face. She sees the black butterfly out of the corner of her eye and without hesitation grabs it out of the air.

(Next part is taken from this post by @bigfatbreak)

"Go ahead and akumatize me- See what happens, Hawkmoth!" She screamed the words with a slight madness that the energy of the akuma was giving her, "Every leash has two ends! I just have to pull until I find where you're holding it!"

At this point, the entire class was frozen in place watching her and listening to her crazed-sounding voice threaten an actual terrorist. Marinette felt Hawkmoth's confusion and terror through the bond. What in the- She's sensing me through the Akuma?! The akuma then started to fly away, and when it couldn't it zapped her hand like it was made of lightning and fluttered through the same window it came from. Marinette felt like she had failed yet again and collapsed down on her desk, muttering, "Uuuuggghh. It escaped anyway... What a waste. I didn't realize that Hawkmoth was such a coward. He usually likes grandstand..."

She was startled when her hand was picked up by Felix's, "You likely scared him off by managing to locate him like that... A risky move, I should mention. I would ask that you not attempt that a second time. No one knows what his akuma is truly capable of. You'll want to keep off of this hand for a while, too."

"Oh, are those the doctor's orders? Why, Felix, it almost sounds like you care about meeee." Marinette was all too amused by Felix's concern for her. She also liked to tease them... AS COWORKERS DO.

"I have an investment in your presence. Now don't be cheeky and let's get you to the nurse's office," They said while holding her wrist and gently pulling her in that direction.

Marinette scoffed, "'An investment in my presence'??"

Felix chuckled while still semi-dragging her by the wrist towards the front of the room, being careful not to hurt her injury even worse, "What did I just say about being cheeky?"

On their way out of the door they passed a VERY distressed-looking Adrien. He seemed to be sharing the sentiment with the entire class of: Did that just happen?

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And thats chapter 4. It is VERY LATE! I know. I've been swamped with work, and when I went to write it, I had zero ideas on how to write this chapter. I never ended up getting those ideas. I just went where my writing took me, so if it doesn't really match the characters that's why. I will try to be better at updating regularly, but it probably won't happen. Sorry to everyone with a normal sleep schedule, but this is the time that I write things. Also I didn't have my outline with me while writing this chapter, so it might not have everything I planned to write in it.

I would like to thank you all for all of the support I've been getting on this fic. Despite all of the chapter delays, you guys have stuck with me through all of it, so thank each and every one of you. I love seeing so many people loving this au as much as I do. Without you guys this story wouldn't exist, and I would've stopped writing it after the first chapter.

As always, constructive criticism is always accepted. I love being able to improve my writing whenever possible.

Thank you for reading. Have a nice day/night/whenever you are reading this. See ya next time guys, gals, and non-binary pals.

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