#I really think this story could go somewhere

[artbyblastweave]

I recall a lot of the cartoons I grew up with in the early to mid ought's being pointedly (and hilariously) amoral and meanspirited, in a way that in retrospect feels like a deliberate "get fucking real" backhand against the "lesson at the end of every episode" stereotype of cartoons of the 80s. The Cartoon Cartoons had a lot of this going on (Billy and Mandy and Ed Edd and Eddy being standouts on that front.) Adventure Time feels like it was riding the very back end of that impulse, through a lens that trended more absurdist than mean- constant nihilistic and moral grotesqueries adjacent to the protagonists but comparatively little that they're directly on the hook for, within realistic parameters for a believably messy world. Regular Show fits in here somewhere. Gravity Falls, at points, although it swings away from full-blown amorality in the back half in obvious ways.

A lot of the contemporary tumblr tentpole darlings (2012 or so onwards) feel like they've moved away from that; not morality plays, exactly, because that implies a level of simplicity and flatness that doesn't align with how highly I think of these projects. But certainly couched within a baseline certainty that the protagonists either are straightforwardly good people whose arc is much more about how to enact their morals effectively, or they're on their way to being straightforwardly good people by the end of the story. This is a cluster containing Steven Universe, She-Ra, Kipo, Amphibia, The Owl House, My Adventures with Superman, a few others. Infinity Train, by virtue of it's premise, feels like it cutting against the grain somewhat, even though it's also clearly coming from a similar place as the rest- a shared optimism, humanism and resistance to black-and-white moral condemnation of any of it's characters. (Maybe one really irredeemable guy, as a treat.)

This obviously isn't any kind of comprehensive or airtight analysis- off the top of my head, I'm focusing on the tone of the cartoon-cartoons to the exclusion of the slew of fairly morally-uncomplicated action adventure cartoons that were airing at the same time like ATLA or the DCAU; and I'm focusing on the contemporary cartoons that tumblr likes over, say, Teen Titans Go or anything in the adult animation space. But under the admittedly uncertain assumption that we have any kind of animation industry at all in a few years, I'm curious to see whether there'll be any kind of visible swing against the ethos of stuff like Steven Universe and The Owl House. Stuff that trends meaner, trends cynical. I kind of hope so. I think I've got at least a couple pitches that could ride that wave.

[sturnssan]

𝓒𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷

Chris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Argument, some crying, break up.

Word count: 1909

Summary: Chris and Y/N have been together for a couple of years, but what happens when all that love suddenly fades away?

Chris and Y/N had been together for years—years filled with whispered dreams, late-night laughter, and promises that once felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, the love they held so tightly had started to unravel, thread by painful thread.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽.

It happened on a rainy Thursday.

The air between them was thick with tension, the kind that made even the silence feel like screaming. Y/N stood in the doorway of Chris’s apartment, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to hold together the pieces of her heart that were already breaking.

“This isn’t working,” Chris finally said, his voice raw. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “We fight all the time. We hurt each other more than we love each other.”

Y/N swallowed, the words slicing through her. “So that’s it? You’re giving up?”

Chris looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time, she saw the exhaustion in his eyes. The love was still there, buried beneath all the hurt, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. “But I can’t keep pretending we’re okay.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring his face. “I hate you for this,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “I hate that you’re okay with letting us go.”

Chris flinched as if she had slapped him. “Do you think this is easy for me?” he snapped, his own voice cracking. “I love you, Y/N. But love isn’t fixing us.”

And just like that, the fight drained out of her. She had no more words, no more energy. Just heartbreak.

So she turned and left.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓱

The first few weeks were unbearable.

Y/N avoided places they used to go together, ignored his texts, and pretended she didn’t flinch every time she heard his name. Nights were the worst—staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment, every argument, every kiss.

The flowers he bought for her on their anniversary were now wilted on a vase in her room.

All the polaroids of them that she had in her room were now lying on the floor as if they had never meant anything.

She felt broken, unloved.

She felt like she was drowning, crying wasn't enough.

She cried herself to sleep more times than she’d ever admit.

But time, cruel and kind in equal measure, kept moving.

She started going out again, laughing at things that weren’t forced. The pain dulled, day by day, until one morning she woke up and realized she hadn’t thought about Chris the night before.

She was healing. Slowly, but surely.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷

Months later, they ran into each other at a coffee shop.

Y/N froze. Chris did too.

She had expected to feel the ache again, the suffocating weight of what they had lost. But instead, there was something softer. Nostalgia, maybe.

“Hey,” he said, hesitant.

“Hey.”

And then, somehow, they ended up sitting at a table, just the two of them trying to find common ground in the ruins of what they once were.

“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Chris admitted, stirring his coffee.

Y/N offered a small, sad smile. “Yeah��� me neither.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Do you think we could be friends?” he asked, carefully.

She thought about it. About all the pain, all the love, all the history between them.

She knows she's healing, that she still loves him, even if he doesn't feel the same way. But can you pretend to be friends with the person who made you love him and then broke your heart?

After a few minutes of thinking, she nodded.

“Yeah, Chris. I think we can try.”

Trying didn’t mean it would be easy. But for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt like maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t the end of their story.

Finally the wilted flowers went to the trash and the polaroids were kept in a box where she knows she will never look at them.

She thinks she's finally clean.

TYSM for reading!! I loved writing this, I hope you loved it!

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

—𝓐𝓷 𑁍

[lavlynyan]

Weightless Paradise

Pairings: Caleb x reader

Tags: angst, hurt no comfort sorry yall, basically just how Caleb probably felt during his story branch, English is not my first language so grammatical errors WILL be present, I haven’t written a fic in a very long time so I’m very rusty pls bear with me

Words: 1072 words

Note: Gonna be honest with yall. This doesn't feel like a fic, but at the same time it does feel like it. According to @qinluna, this is a blurb so I'll take her words for it 🤡 Thank you for proofreading this for me 🥺❤️ Also, would be cool if you read this to Caleb's BGM. Just sayin' 😌

It was hard to see you leave after being apart for so long. But knowing you were unhappy being with him brings more pain to him than anything could ever have.

The last few days have been the happiest he felt. Meeting you again after almost a year since the incident that changed everything, he couldn’t describe the feeling he felt the moment he saw you in the crowd when the fleet landed in Skyhaven.

Even during the interrogation, he held himself back from pulling you close to him. To comfort you, to tell you how much he misses you, how glad he was that you were safe.

And when you cried in his arms after he assured you that he was, in fact, alive, his heart broke seeing how hurt you were. He wishes that he could take that pain away from you and promise himself that he would never leave you alone again.

During your time at his place, it felt like he went back in time. Back to when everything was so simple. No Farspace fleet, no Aether core talks, and no complicated feelings.

It’s just you and him.

He tried to pretend that nothing had changed. That he’s still the same Caleb that you knew. The same Caleb who would tie your shoes, wipe away your tears, and the same person who would accompany you when you got scared during thunderstorms.

But both of you knew that everything was far from being the same.

He had once promised to you that there would be no secrets between you two. That you can always trust him with everything you have.

Then why did he avoid answering you when you asked him what happened after the explosion?

He couldn’t find the answer to that.

All his focus now is to keep you safe. To make sure no one can get to you and hurt you. Not under his watch.

Even if he had to be the bad guy, he would do anything to protect you. The most important person in the world to him.

So he tries to make sure you never leave.

He began to decorate his once-cold home, to make you feel more comfortable.

He even gave you his room.

Though he would prefer it if he could sleep next to you, like you both did when you were younger.

He still remembers the nights when you couldn’t sleep because it was raining heavily. Thunders were roaring outside and you carefully peeked into his room with your little teddy bear in your arms.

You hesitate to wake him up that night, knowing that he has to wake up early for school tomorrow.

But to your surprise, he was awake, reading the encyclopedia he got from Gran for his birthday.

He turns to you and with a knowing smile, he pats the empty space next to his bed, ushering you to come to him.

And you, without any hesitation, ran up to him and climbed up on his bed before settling yourself under his blanket as he hummed a lullaby to lull you to sleep.

He wished he could go back to that time again.

The explosion really changed everything for you both.

During his time at the hospital for his recovery, the only person he could think of at the time was you.

He wondered if you got hurt. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He wanted to comfort you when you found out about what happened to Gran.

But with all the things that happened that led up to where he is now, it felt like it was for the better that he didn’t reach out to you first.

Knowing what he knows now, he’d rather keep you locked up somewhere far away.

Far away from everyone’s reach. Where he knows you’d be safe. Where no one can hurt you anymore and use you for their selfish reasons.

Even if it meant sacrificing himself.

So when you told him how you didn’t need his protection, something in him snapped.

How could you not see that he’s doing this for you? For your own good? Can’t you see how everyone around you is just there to use you?

But when he saw the fear and anger in your eyes, he pulled himself back.

Seeing how much you didn’t want to be kept as a prisoner made him realise that as much as he wanted to keep you safe, he didn’t want you to completely hate him for doing what needed to be done.

Some people say to love is to let go. But can he really let you go knowing the dangers that await you out there?

It’s not like he doubted your ability as a hunter. He has seen you in action before and there is no doubt that you were more than capable of protecting yourself.

So why does it hurt so bad when you said you didn’t need him to be safe?

Is it because he was so used to being the one who you could lean on? Or is it because he was scared that you’d abandon him now that you could take care of yourself?

Despite all the complicated feelings, he knew he had to let you go. He’d rather see you happy than being miserable under his “protection”.

As much as it pained him to admit it, he couldn’t pretend that everything was the same as the past. As if the explosion never happened. As if you didn’t just mourn his “death”.

So on the day he had to leave for his next trip to the deepspace tunnel, he wanted to pull you into a tight hug. Knowing that this might be the last time you’ll see each other.

And when you gave him a sad look when he said you’d be happy to see him go this time, his heart felt like it was being pricked by countless sharp needles. He wanted to tell you that he’ll miss you, and he wanted to apologise for the way he’s been acting.

But the words never came out of his mouth. He hesitated.

He couldn’t bring himself to look back as he walked towards the starship because he knew the moment he looked back, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

And now, staring at the hologram of the deepspace tunnel, he couldn’t help but think if he could’ve handled things differently.

[kikyoupdates]

Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 & 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑦

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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There were two weeks until the Sports Festival. Those two weeks were all you had to prepare yourself for one of the biggest events of the year. Even now, none of your classmates really knew what your powers were, and you intended to keep it that way, at least until you had to use them to compete. Most of the students in 1-A were really friendly, and you’d exchanged numbers and chatted with a couple of them. This was also how you’d learned about what most people’s Quirks were, and which classmates you’d do well to keep an eye on.

One of them was a boy named Todoroki Shouto. You hadn’t actually spoken to him yet, but Hakagure had told you how he’d easily overpowered some villain grunts back at USJ, and the way he’d secured victory during the battle trial as well. He had an ice Quirk, from what you’d heard, but he could apparently also release heat from his left side. Nobody had ever seen him emit flames, though.

Another one, to your surprise, was Izuku. He didn’t seem like the type, just based off his shy, fidgety appearance, but he had some sort of superhuman-power type Quirk. Unfortunately, it seemed to come at great risk to his own body, and he would end up with broken bones after using it.

The last person that your classmates had warned you about was Katsuki. Even if you’d barely known him for two days, his past with Izuku and the cold glares he flashed you during class were evidence enough of his poor demeanor. His Quirk allowed him to release explosions from the palms of his hands, which was fitting for someone with such a short fuse. He’d apparently placed first in the entrance exam, and even though he’d technically lost against Izuku and Uraraka during their battle trial, he was very adept at using his powers. He also definitely didn’t seem like the type to ever hold back, so if you ever ended up having to fight him, you would need to give it your best shot.

“Are you going out, [Name]?” Freja was busy sweeping the main floor as you came down. You nodded and headed for the front door.

“Yeah. Since I don’t have class today, I figured I’d start figuring out how to train for the Sports Festival. I’m going to go for a walk and clear my head.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Stay safe.”

It was a nice, clear day, perfect for going on a walk. You inhaled the crisp air and set off, with no particular destination in mind. There was a little park close to your house, but you went there all the time, so you figured you’d go somewhere else this time. You scrolled through maps on your phone. Izuku’s neighborhood had a park too, and maybe if he was free he might come out to join you.

It’s decently far away, but I’ve got time to kill.

As you walked, you tried to think of ways you could hone your Quirk in time for the Sports Festival. It was kind of difficult, because you couldn’t really improve upon a power like yours without using it on someone else. If Izuku decided to come out today, you technically could practice using it against him, but you didn’t much like the idea of using your friends as test subjects. Also, it was probably for the best that you keep your classmates from discovering how your Quirk worked for as long as possible.

It was around midday, and rays of sun were catching in your [h/c] locks. You’d had to walk a good deal and even take a bus to get to Izuku’s neighborhood, but the park was in view now. It seemed to be a good deal bigger than the one by your place, so at least you’d have more room here. It also wasn’t particularly busy, which was nice. The odd couple going on a walk together, and a family with their young children, but it was quiet for the most part. You spotted a bench a little ways over, and decided you’d sit down before figuring out your game plan.

Just as you were walking over, a random jogger rushed by you and nearly clipped your toes. You jolted backwards out of surprise, but the jogger caught your eye long enough for you to realize that you actually knew him. Blonde hair, furrowed brows, an overall unpleasant expression…

“Katsuki-kun! Hey!”

He stopped at the sound of his name, looking back over his shoulder in confusion. You ran over towards his side, waving your arms wide and smiling innocently. His eyes locked with your own and he immediately scrunched up his nose.

“You… what the fuck?” he grunted out. “Why the fuck are you here? And—who gave you permission to use my first name, goddammit it?”

“It’s me, [Name]!” you grinned. “From class!”

Katsuki scowled. “I know who you are, dipshit. I asked what the hell you’re doing here.”

“Oh, I just figured I’d head to a park and start preparing for the Sports Festival. There’s one near my house, but I got kind of bored of it and thought I’d try someplace new.” You were about to ask what he was doing around here, but then you remembered that him and Izuku had been friends back when they were younger. You wouldn’t be surprised if they lived in the same neighborhood.

“Uh-huh.” He turned his head to the side. “’Kay, well, I don’t have time to waste with you, so I’m leaving now. Bye.”

“Wait—”

But he’d already started jogging again, breezing past you as if you weren’t even there. Your lips curved into a pout. Sure, you hardly knew the guy, but would it kill him to at least try to be friendly? You were hoping to find a way to train with someone else anyways. If he was already here, then…

“What kind of stuff are you doing to prepare for the Sports Festival?”

“The fuck—?!” Katsuki jolted his head to the side, eyes widening when he saw you jogging beside him. “Didn’t you hear me, you dumbass?! I said I’ve got shit to do, so hurry up and leave me alone!”

You kept smiling, completely unfazed. “Jogging, right? How long do you usually run for? I don’t mind joining you.”

“I never said you could fucking join me!”

“This park isn’t your private property,” you chuckled. “Anyone can run whenever they want.”

He gritted his teeth, obviously getting more and more irritated. “You’ve only just joined the class, and already you think you’re all buddy buddy with everyone. Pisses me the fuck off…” He lurched forward, breaking straight into a sprint. You blinked a few times then immediately laughed. It was obvious that he was trying to lose you, but you weren’t going to give up that easy.

You burst forward, keeping the blonde in your sights. He was definitely fast, and you could see just how fit his body was through the thin workout tank-top he had on. His upper body was chiseled and strong, no doubt a requirement to support the strain of the explosions he let out. Still, as strong and well-built as he was, you’d always been awfully light on your feet. Stamina and speed were the first things Mikael had made sure to train you on. Stamina was required to keep using your Quirk for long periods of time, and was a basic requirement for most heroes, and speed was just as crucial since you needed to touch people in order for your Quirk to be most effective. If you couldn’t get close enough to them, there was no point.

“You’re really fast, Katsuki-kun!” Your breath escaped in soft pants, and your cheeks were flushed from the blood pumping so vigorously through your body. Katsuki’s mouth was agape, seemingly in denial that you were able to catch up to him. If it were just sprinting, you could keep up with him no problem, but if he started using his Quirk, you probably didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t using it though, which was surprising. You figured it would be the first thing he’d do to get away from you. Or maybe he didn’t want to risk setting off explosions when there were other people so close on the trails?

He might not be as thick-headed as he looks…

“You little—!” Katsuki veered to a stop, taking in a big breath of air. “Fucking quit it already!” he snapped. “Stop following me! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You took a few breaths to compose yourself, wiping the beads of sweat off your brow. “I just thought it was pretty cool that we ran into each other. Can’t we get to know each other better or train for the Sports Festival or something?”

“Why in the fuck would I want to train with you? I don’t even know what your shitty Quirk is.”

“Oh, right.” You scrunched up your brows. “Sorry, but I don’t want you to find out just yet. Since I started late, I figured I could use it to my advantage during the Sports Festival.”

He scoffed. “Well, at least you’re not as stupid as you seem. But if you’re not gonna bother telling me shit, then why even ask?”

“Hm, I don’t know. Maybe we could just spar hand-to-hand? Or you could try using your Quirk on me, and I’ll dodge?”

Katsuki stared at you for a few moments. You watched his glare turn into a conceited smirk. “Ha! You seriously think you stand a chance against me? If you don’t use your powers, you’re just gonna end up being my punching bag. Is that what you want? You looking to get your ass kicked?”

You laughed. “No, not particularly. But I’m sure we could find a way that we both benefit from the training.”

“Bullshit. A weakling like you is just gonna waste my time.”

“You don’t even know what my Quirk is, but you’ve already decided that I’m a weakling?”

“You’re a weakling,” he declared, his eyes turning dark. “You hang out with that shithead Deku, so you’re obviously a weakling.”

You weren’t sure what the best way to respond to that was. If you defended Izuku right now, you were sure Katsuki would lose his shit and possibly never speak to you again. There was definitely no chance he’d agree to ever train with you, either. Probably best to gloss over the issue altogether.

“I heard you placed first in the entrance exam,” you smiled, deciding to try stroking his ego a bit. “That’s really awesome. I haven’t gotten to see any of it for myself, but it seems like you’re probably the strongest in the class. That’s why I was hoping to get to train with you.”

“Strongest in the class?” He blinked uncertainly, but quickly shook it off. “O-Of course I am,” he huffed. “But that doesn’t make me a fucking charity case. I’m not gonna get anything out of punching you around.”

“Aw, pretty please?” You leaned into him and batted your lashes for effect, finding yourself rather pleased when a small flush rose to his cheeks.

“Quit it with the cutesy shit!” he snapped. “It may work on the other idiots in the class, but it sure as hell won’t work on me.”

“Okay, fine. I won’t pester you into training with me. Can I at least join you for the rest of your jog? I promise not to bother you.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth. “You seriously don’t know when to give up, huh?”

“I’ll buy you food afterwards.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering what sounded like “annoying girl” under his breath, but he wasn’t yelling at you to go away anymore, so you figured that meant he’d decided to give in. It wasn’t much, but you smiled, happy to at least have some form of company for the day.

It was clear that Katsuki put a great deal of time into maintaining his health and fitness, because the jog went on far longer than you’d been expecting. You were able to keep up with him, but by the end of it, you were feeling pretty worn out. The promise of food had kept you going strong, though. You decided you’d treat yourself today.

“Katsuki-kun, what do you like eating?” you asked.

He narrowed his eyes. “What, you were actually serious about that shit?”

“Of course! I looked up some places to eat nearby, and there’s a decent amount pretty close.”

“Don’t tell me something I already know,” he scoffed. “There’s no chance you know this area better than me.”

“Okay, so you lead the way,” you smiled.

“I never even agreed to fucking go!”

“Well, I’m really hungry now from all the running, and you said you know the area better than I do, so it goes without saying that you should show me around. Obviously.”

Katsuki clenched his fists so hard they began to tremble, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from laughing. You could see how he could be hard to deal with for a lot of people, but you’d never been the type to take things too seriously, so a lot of his hotheaded tics were more amusing than anything else.

“Let’s just get this shit over with,” he sighed. He began leading you out of the park, and past the residential area. You had a lot of things you wanted to talk with him about, but you figured being too overbearing would just work against you, so you strolled by his side in silence, with a smile on your face. Before long, you’d stopped in front of a ramen store. Katsuki kicked open the door, completely ignored the workers greeting him, and plopped down into one of the booths.

“This place has some of the best spicy ramen I’ve ever had,” he told you.

“Oh, you like spicy food?” you smiled. “I do too, from time to time. I like a combination of sweet and spicy, actually—the contrast always ends up tasting so good!”

“Ugh,” he scowled. “Why ruin a perfectly good spicy dish with sweet crap?”

“It depends. I can eat spicy things on their own just fine, usually.”

“Whatever. I’m picking for you. Hey, old man,” he waved, addressing the server. “We’ll have two servings of dish number nine.”

He called him old man…

The server smiled. “Extra spicy, as usual?”

“No shit.”

You shot a hesitant glance down at the menu to see exactly what dish number nine entailed, and your stomach immediately did a flop. This thing already sounded loaded enough as it was, and Katsuki had gone ahead to order extra spice? Maybe you’d talked a bigger game than you were capable of.

He seemed to have noticed to worry filling your expression and smirked. “What’s this, [Name]? You scared?”

“Oh!”

“W-What? Did you just piss your pants cause of how scared you are?”

You giddily clasped your hands together on the table. “It’s nothing, really. Just that it’s the first time you’ve ever actually said my name. To be honest, I was worried you’d forgotten.”

Katsuki opened his mouth to protest, but his cheeks darkened with the realization that what you’d said was true. He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, as if remembering someone’s name was a crime in and of itself. It was a little surprising how quick he was to get flustered. Surprising, and a little bit dorky, too.

Your food eventually came out, and Katsuki wasted no time before digging in. You, on the other hand, were staring down at the ominous bowl and its all-too obvious bright coloring. The smell alone was enough to have your nose burning.

If I back down now, he’s just gonna treat me like even more of a weakling.

You inhaled sharply, briefly pondered what series of events had led you to this and lifted the spoon to your lips.

“HOLY FUCK THAT’S HOT—”

“Ha! Dumbass!”

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[lunarleonardo]

Do you have an idea of what you're going to write next ?

Yes... And No.

The current plan is to write my dragon fic. I looove dragons, and I've always loved fics that make my favs dragons. Hoarding Humans is a good example of that ;P I really wanna do it myself! I feel a little weird directly using the concept of HH (just the idea of a dragon's hoard being humans! i've been obsessed with it ever since!!)... I know there's a whole Inspired tab thing on ao3 but remember I was brought up in the animation meme community trenches. I've seen some very vile things said to ""copycats"" (and it's usually just somebody who took inspiration off of someone elses art style or a certain part of another persons meme @_@ don't get me STARTED on the ragebait...) and I am not in the proper emotional state to handle that right now QwQ

However that doesn't mean I can't write about dragons. I have some ideas in mind-- I've properly conceptualized my go-to fantasy world for AUs like this. I know who the main cast would generally be (DICE! Kokichi rounds up some of his classmates from in game :P so people like Gonta, K1B0, Miu, Kaede, Rantaro. . . maybe Kirumi? I have lore trust me. I'm cooking.) I know the main premise of the story, and it goes into my own bullshit with dragons, because lord knows I ever follow any actual myths or tales (´ﾟωﾟ｀) (i read wings of fire that's good enough for me!!!)

I am still trying to learn how to draw dragons in a way I like though. Here's my concept for Maki and Shuichi ^^"

Overall the chances of this fic happening after HGH, as of right now, are fairly high. This is what I plan to write once I'm done with HGH.

But please, please please keep in mind that I . . . am absolutely horrible with making promises about my fics. I'm so forgetful I forget to even check my notes to see what I've forgotten. T_T my fics would be a tiny bit better than they are now if I actually kept track of wtf im doing. maybe i should make a checklist.

Point is, I don't know if this is what I'll write once HGH is done. I've done some estimating and while, for once, I do not have a concrete ending in mind, I can guess how long this'll be. I think... it might be around as long as M5? Somewhere around that 130k mark. Again!! I'm not sure!! I need to figure out what I'm gonna be doing for the non-Tsumugi half of the "recovery" arc, so who knows what the word count for this is gonna be T_T. MY POINT!! MY POINT IS THAT!!! It could change. By the time I'm done with HGH, I might write this dragon fic. I might write a differeny fic. Or I'll lose motivation to write anything for a bit. Lord I am yapping so I'll move on

Que transition, with all that being said, I do have Other ideas in mind!! Ones I've been sitting on for a while!

ONE. Saimatsu mansion :D I've mentioned it here and there, but the idea is that Shuichi and Kaede are plopped on an island and have to escape. It's one of those more out there ideas G_G and I haven't really descended into my full levels of insanity yet (wait until i start posting my crossover aus /j), but this would be bordering on it. I have some more minor ideas for this one, but I haven't rlly explored it yet :'3

TWO. remember unexpendable? yeah so i. i really really like crossover aus. almost as much as i like giving them superpowers. I was thinking of an Undertale x DR fic where I drop Shuichi into the underground. Undertale is super special to me,, it got me out of a really dark place. My favorite OC of mine (Montserrat<3) is an Undertale OC! So I think it'd be a lot of fun, especially since Danganronpa is basically the reason I'm like?? actually living now XD I got a job because posting my DR fics helped me overcome enough of my social anxiety to get employed. So!! It'd be nice. i also think shuichi and papyrus would get along do NOT @ me also undyne would scare the shit out of him. Anyways I dunno if this would be another oneshot, considering the, uh. length of the game. and how insane i could rlly go if i went into the neutral /genocide route stuff too. I dunno. It'd be fun :P i also have doodles wait

THREE. I don't know what could and couldn't be used for a plot twist so I'll keep it vague, but basically it's a fic that involves the ENTIRE CAST. A bit of a challenge for myself. Everyone's back! And all of the blackeneds revert to, like... HGH levels of despairs. So it's up to everyone whos still normal to find a way to make them also normal before, uh. things get worse. TV GIRL BLAST 💥 (oh yeah this would be a kaede-centric fic! her pov for the majority. i had a lot of fun writing her during Unexpendable and i miss her </3)

FOUR. i got really into in stars and time so now i'm even more not normal about time loops. so let's put shuichi in another one! but i wanted to shake it up a bit and really let my less canon-reliant, more creative side flow a bit. It'd also be kind of a message to myself about life... WHATEVER Thats not important. What is important is, hey! I've been watching WAY too many Minecraft ARG analysises than what could possibly be considered healthy for my anxiety, so now I want to sic a bunch of them on Shuichi. this things unfinished because i only have very vague ideas for a few of the loops... but the overarching idea is that even the smallest (but impactful!) change in a choice can lead to an entirely different loop, with an entirely different entity. and during all of the loops, shuichi gets little bits and pieces to the bigger picture, which will break him out of the loops. idk this seems like a big and tiring project so this is more of a "maybe" than the others but i still think it's cool :')

FIVE. ok this one isn't danganronpa... remember when I said I was super into In Stars and Time? I wanted to write an ISAT fic. Siffrin and Bonnie are so so special to me and i wanted to indulge in that. I haven't rlly been writing in my oneshots though so I don't really have a grip on writing anyone from ISAT,, so. :( i have to spiral into full insanity privately before i can determine what is safe to show the internet /hj

And that is all I can think of off the top of my head. :P These ideas have been brewing for quite a bit, and ones that have actual ideas to them. I dunno which one I'll write first... or even if I'll write them. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Who knows? Maybe I'll break my rules about writing two fics at a time. Just give me time ... and please be patient. I can only write so fast ＼(_ _)

[crossfandomskylines]

Had a Dream, Might Write a Fic – Need Your Thoughts!

So I had this dream last night, and I cannot stop thinking about it. Like, it’s one of those ideas that just won’t leave me alone, and now I’m seriously considering turning it into a multi-chapter fanfic/series.

But before I go full-speed ahead, I wanted to see if there would be any interest!

The basic premise: You're invited to a joint bachelor and bachelorette party in Austin for your best friend's wedding, but you never expect that weekend to change your life. As the only single ones in the group, you are partnered with Glen/Jake, the charming best friend and best man of the groom. What starts as a fun weekend of BBQ, Lake Days, and Bar Hopping quickly turns into something deeper as you and Glen/Jake find unexpected chemistry while navigating the weekend together. Between playful competitions, quiet moments by the water, and growing tension in the Texas heat, you begin to wonder if this trip my lead to more than just memories.

See the photo above for an inspo board I created, if that helps also!

Now here’s where I’m torn: I can totally see this working as a Glen Powell (RPF) story, which was my original idea. Or I can see myself writing it for Jake "Hangman" Seresin from Top Gun: Maverick. And I genuinely don’t know which direction to take it in, so I need your input! I'm kind of leaning one way, but want opinions!

Let me know what you think! Would you read this? And if so, which version would you be more into? I’m lowkey obsessed with this idea already, so help me out here! 😅💛

[orchid-n-petals]

So I've already shared parts of this on a discord server, but I have to scream about Ketheric Thorm on here as well. Obviously spoilers about the character under the cut! It's a long one.

The entirety of act 2 is about him, right? Jaheira, Shadowheart and numerous other NPCs shit on him for his fickle faith. First Selune, then Shar, then, as we meet him, Myrkul. You hear about his changes of faith on a whim, you hear that he's the person responsible for the shadow curse, he is painted as a villain, plain and simple.

You can figure it out pretty early on that Isobel was resurrected and that she is his daughter; the detail as well that he wants Isobel alive is so on the nose, it gives him away completely but there are still a few questions that remain unanswered, mainly about his faith.

And then you get to the mausoleum and the picture assembles; this entire tragedy, the death of hundreds if not thousands and the complete ruination of a landscape was all, ALL because you had this absolutely wrenched, heartbroken father who had lost everything and nobody answered his grief. He was left woefully alone, the Goddess whose daughter his daughter was involved with did nothing to save Isobel.

Imagine outliving your wife and your daughter. Imagine dedicating your life to fight the Lady of Loss, your Lady of Silver's enemy, and then be left so completely alone and in silence with your grief, with your loss. It's so, so poetic how and why he turned from Selune, and it's so understandable as well; he broke. His spirit completely broke. He couldn't deal with that void of having lost the only two important people in his life, seemingly undeservedly so. He was going mad with this and a lot of his ire was likely targeted at Aylin who, in his eye, represented Selune; she's literally her daughter, after all, and it was implied that even before the deaths of his family, he sort of saw Aylin courting Isobel as Selune taking his daughter from him, despite his service. This relationship was clearly not seen by him as a boon of "giving his daughter to the Moon-maiden".

His ways in the past clearly didn't spare him from tragedy and having to cope with it (which he clearly didn't, he snapped under the weight of his grief). He was clearly angry and unable to do anything, furious and helpless, which is a dangerous combination. A good part of his first change of heart must have been fuelled by a sense of revenge.

But then Shar didn't provide any balm to his aching heart either. If you read his letters in Grymforge and in act 2, he is so focused on enacting the will of Shar because he believes that healing lies in oblivion. Everything would be easier if he could just forget, if the damn world could just forget, if nothing was remembered because without Melodia and Isobel, nothing was worth remembering.

Then came Myrkul. Literally the only god who was not only able, but WILLING to give back his daughter to him. Imagine spending your all, EVERYTHING you have to serve two gods who would not give a single shit about the greatest suffering in your life. You were basically nothing, your loyalty didn't matter for shit, everything that was taken from you amounted to no recognition whatsoever: you should simply cope and seethe. Your grief will not simply go unanswered (which is not inherently antagonising) but ignored.

And then comes this supposedly evil entity who can alleviate your pain just like that, snap of a finger and it's a done deal.

I am so serious when I say that I believe Ketheric's main incentive was to extend Aylin's immortality to Isobel as well. You can read in her diary that she feels a taint after having came back, and there are things not even Selune can cleanse, but at this point, Ketheric doesn't care about Selune, vengeance is secondary if not tertiary, he's done that war during his Shar years and what did it give him? Literally nothing.

He doesn't even care about the fact that Isobel is still her cleric. He cares about the single most important fact: Isobel is back. Life is worth living again, there is something for him, and it was not Selune or Shar who gave it to him but Myrkul, and for this singular gift, he would raze the world for the Lord of Bones. Like people can clown on him for being disloyal but the man has the loyalty of a dog bonded to its owner.

He is powerful and is willing to go to insane lengths for crumbs. What is raising a single life for a god? Nothing. It has happened and it will happen again. But Ketheric will go to the ends of the earth to serve the single god who actually listened to him. The one god who didn't ignore him.

He knows that what he does is not the morally upright thing! He is so insanely self-aware that allying with Orin and Gortash and doing this entire plot with them only to then betray them is morally reprehensible at the best of times, he knows that people hate him, etc-etc. He was a Selunite at one point and he's not stupid. He just doesn't care; it could be literal Asmodeus and he wouldn't care as long as he got what he wanted, no matter the price.

He is probably the only one from the three of the chosen who has complete clarity over his situation, he almost sways (if you pass the check during his confrontation), he is not an inherently evil man blinded by power.

But he is inherently loyal to those deserving, and as of the story's standing, completely broken by his grief. In his eyes, at this point, the only one deserving loyalty is the one who actually listened to him. Isobel lives. It doesn't matter that she hates him, that his entire life has fallen apart, that literally nothing else that is good has come of it, because Isobel lives.

I don't think he regrets a single thing. His consciousness might tear at him at the end, but I believe he would do everything over again, exactly as he did, because in the end, his daughter was brought back. Because what would a grieving, broken parent give to bring back their child? Everything. Absolutely everything. And it's such a simply given answer, no second thoughts, no doubts.

Nobody can tell me that this man is fickle. Nobody. This man was willing to burn the world to the ground, create a Boudica destruction layer all by himself for the one single thing he wanted. For any God that would listen.

I don't know, I just have a lot of thoughts about his character.

[racke7]

From a fanfic-writing perspective, One Piece is incredibly frustrating on a few counts.

The first is that... One Piece is actually pretty damn good, as far as stories go. So trying to nudge it into something "better" is pretty much a lost cause overall.

The second is that One Piece has this huge and incredible world that's filled with lots and lots of things... that we never see. As in, outside of the very local environment of the Strawhats, the world is incredibly vast and largely empty.

Basically? Because of OP's good story-telling, it's really difficult to really add someone new to the Strawhat-crew. But because everything outside of the Strawhats are both incredibly unknown (in the Grand Line anything can happen) and incredibly disconnected (the world is too big for people to really stumble into the plot "accidentally" with any frequency)?

Trying to write a non-Strawhat fanfic is a bit like just... inventing an entirely new world of vaguely pirate-themed shenanigans from scratch. It ain't fucking easy, is basically what I'm saying.

[crownedwille]

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[hanafubukki]

Thinking about book 7 and I am really glad that they are taking their time with it?

I know that it’s longer than the other twst books and more lore, but I think it needs that.

It’s needs the length and it needs all these events to occur.

It needs its time to spread out these events so we can not only learn about the characters but the events that influenced these characters.

Which we didn’t need before in previous books, but this one we do. Because of the situation at hand compared to previous books would not work the same way if they followed the pattern nor would it give that effect.

We need to know why certain events took place. How certain characters came to be and what influenced their relationships.

What led to these events.

And while, yes, the angst is painful and tear jerking, these moments were very much needed.

Because without learning them first hand, without seeing it, we wouldn’t be as hit as we were in the previous books. And this is the only way for us to get that same effect as previously.

We can be in their shoes now and feel the pain they went through.

It’s very different when you’re told about an event that happened versus actually seeing the characters go through it and experiencing it.

So despite the length and the pain, I like that they are taking their time and hashing it out the way they are.

The wait was definitely worth it just for that. And I know it can be frustrating, but for a dorm that was always mysterious and we had barely no info on, it is what they needed to do.

So we, the players, can get a grasp on the story and these characters really well.

And I am thankful they are taking their time with it, despite wanting everyone to be happy you know? And wanting to see that happy ending and for them to be a family again.

Because it will be all the more satisfying once we get there, once we travel through that distance, and we finally get to that ending. As we also feel their relief and happiness after such a long and hard won journey, and that’s what I’m looking forward to.

That’s feeling of happiness, relief, and affection because it was all worth this long journey we had.

[theabsurdity]

I found an old contact sheet for a roll of film I took in 2010, this day was fun, out in a small town where you could still smoke in the bar

[kuromi-hoemie]

hhhh talking about my writing was fun but 30 tags is not enough.. yes i have 3 major influences but i have minor ones too.. it is a lovechild of my favorite things.. writing is so fun and i have no self control or a concept of pacing myself i will sit there for 16 hours and get hit with every status effect but by god does it all just flow out of me. I've always been a music person yes but i also used to write a lot into early adulthood until The Incident™

but i am ready 2 jump back into it. i think comics are a great middle ground between the two mediums so i don't get As into writing bc i kind of started going crazy last time 🫡 i can take a more structured approach to it that forces me to pace myself and think about it differently. i love art.... i love making things i love knowing how to do things i love knowing how to play things i love having so many creative outlets, even if i don't do a lot of them regularly lol. it is enriching 😳 and nice to know that it's always there to come back to when u want.

[kruxton]

having a Night. havent been alone w my thoughts in a while and im not liking it

[seaseren]

This is definitely a personal thing but. I can't understand wols who just. Openly and unreservedly resent the shit out of being a hero and the Scions. Like having regrets and frustrations is one thing but if you hate it. Just hit the bricks. I just don't get it ur wol is ur sandbox if u don't want them to be a hero then just make them not be a hero. They could leave at any time they could be just a normal adventurer why are they so fucking mad all the time???

[coralsgrimes]

To the person who was asking about Ben's family, I was sat right next to his parents at his London show and someone asked if the empty seats next to them were free not knowing who they were. Ben's dad responded curtly 'they're reserved, the sign says so'. Not the worst thing but like, there are so many ways to answer that without being rude y'know. Do with that what you will

I will allow this. Obviously they won't sit near the peasants like muffins let's be real here xd

Or ye know, golden VIP package seats or whatever loool

[sleepy-stitches]

hello tumblr user sleepy stitches why am i willing to die for ur yuri ocs despite only having seen one line of dialogue from both of them?

sincerely, me

hi tumblr user verysharpfish,

thank you for writing in. at the top of this post i would like to clarify that pahrsi was made by my good friend rye beans, so i cannot at all take credit for her. ariane is my girl though. i would love to blend her. she sucks.

to answer your question, i think it is because they are both completely fucking insane. the dialogue in question is one i picked because i think it's wild out of context, but it stays equally insane in context? this exchange happens maybe two hours after they've met, after pahrsi has stitched up a particularly icky wound ariane has in the back of her leg (obtained from other yuri. thats a story for a different post though). they literally met at a casino and pahrsi talked ariane into taking her back to her place to stitch her up. as a complete stranger. because she thought it would be fun. i need to send her to the shredder.

the whole reason they find themselves drawn to each other in the first place is because they both have girlfriends that they have kind of rocky relationships with, and they remind each other of those girlfriends. it's kind of a weird rebound situation except if they never did anything explicitly romantic and instead just kind of danced around the fact that they're obviously attracted to each other for like two entire years. they make me fucking crazy.

oh and every exchange they have is equally insane. they always talk like this. im struggling to pick my favourite one to add at the end here because all of it is really really good. i think this one is a classic; this is barely a third of the conversation these two have about ariane's potential to kill pahrsi.

what the FUCK is wrong with them