#I’ve been on this for two days Yo 😂

[mrs-han]

happy (early) birthday our beloved starshine nugget! i hope you have the most fabulous birthday ever ♡

as for the bday fic.. *nudges you gently to a dark alley*

jumin. classic enemies to lovers. it's just pure heated anger. obliterates everyone within the vicinity. but while they are throwing comebacks at eachother, they cant help but think about holding them, having them. pining. LOTS OF HEART WRENCHING PINING.

that's all ~♡

HELLO DEAR — *is nudged into da dark alley* ouo… *listens to yo idea* … O U O

OKIE BUT LIKE. I’m totally twisting this a bit, like: enemies to lovers to enemies >w>

I think I have some leftover pent-up anger to make this!!

LET’S GO, LET’S GO!

The honeymoon period in any relationship lasts three months. Six if you were lucky.

After that time has passed, you’ll begin to see, smell, and experience things about your partner that begin to make you wonder why.

Why you chose them, why you didn’t see these things before, why it took you so long to understand what you would have to deal with for the rest.

Of your life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jumin. No, you loved him a great deal. You were just tired. Tired of his sideways glances when you’d laugh too loud at a company dinner — tired of how he gradually took control of your wardrobe, making you wear longer dresses with pinned hats — tired of how dismissive he seemed every time you went to show him something you’d made, or shoot him a silly video.

“Mm. Is that all?”

You could hear his voice in your mind. You could hear the disinterest because he didn’t try to hide it anymore. It was like he was bored of you.

And you were bored of him.

Dinners would consist of Jumin’s utensils scraping against ceramic plates — a sound you detested — and you noisily sucking your wine glass while you drank — an act that clearly annoyed him. You knew it, too; as soon as you heard the heel of his foot slamming repetitively against the tile, you knew you had gotten to him.

He wouldn’t say anything to you, though. Nor would you say anything to him. Why bother? Active communication turned into rigid expectations, something both of you failed at horribly.

Things has gotten so tense that, eventually, you had a difficult time being around Jumin all together. His quiet, judging eyes following you around the room, jaw clenching when he saw something you were doing that he didn’t like…

And you, trying your damndest to ignore him and go about your day, purposely finding ways to piss him off.

You decided to pick up extra shifts at work. That was a good start; if he asked where you were or what you were doing, you would simply say that you were at work. Just as he would say to you with no other detail.

And you were satisfied for some time, coming home to the lights off and a quietly snoring Jumin in the guest bedroom. You’d even make a game of it; whoever arrived home the latest, lost.

At what, you didn’t know. You didn’t care.

But maybe it would give you the courage to leave.

All the nights he didn’t stay up waiting for you would only confirm his lacking interest. An unfair judgement, but one you would make anyway.

Slipping your winter coat on, you trudged your way to work. A solid eight hours awaited you, followed by another hour or four at your contracting job. The work was exhausting, sure… but it wasn’t as exhausting as being around Jumin.

You went about your day without a care, happily assisting customers and even walking with a pep in your step. Your eyes occasionally fell to your watch, that you could keep track of both your schedule and Jumin’s.

17:30. He was done for the day. But maybe he was still at the office. Maybe he was catching a late meeting. Maybe he was following in his father’s footsteps and screwing another woman.

It didn’t matter. You didn’t care.

Shuffling your way to your next job, you ignored the dull pain in your chest from the slight overexertion.

Maybe staying at a hotel tonight wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The thought amused you. It wasn’t a bad idea, the more you thought about it. Actually… you had your own savings account with money you had personally earned stashed inside. Maybe you could look into moving out.

While the idea danced in your mind, your gut felt otherwise. Churning uncomfortably, to the point of endless nausea, you left work much earlier than expected of you.

Walking along the snow-kisses sidewalk, your thoughts wandered. Except now, these thoughts were hopeful. Hopeful, yet… strangely unsettling.

Arriving at the landing of the building you and Jumin shared, - the word home having no meaning anymore - you moved into the elevator and pushed the button taking you up to the most luxurious hell you had ever known.

Your mind began to wander as you mindlessly made your way home. Truthfully, you already had a small bag packed and hidden away in your personal closet. The last thing you needed was for Jumin to ask questions. Getting the bigger things would be a challenge, but —

“Where have you been.”

Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see your husband. He looked as exhausted as you felt; from where you stood, it looked like he had at least ten new creased lines on his face. He sat as elegantly as ever, one leg crossed over the other, but you noticed his foot shaking. Why was he so jittery.

“Work,” you answered, throwing your coat over the kitchen island. “Good night.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yup.”

As soon as Jumin rose to his feet, your heart fell. Was he about to ask you for a divorce now? Was it time for you to put your plan of moving out into motion? Why did it make you feel so vulnerable?

Fingers running over your wedding ring, teasing it back and forth over your finger, you held your breath as Jumin approached you.

He didn’t stand too close, but you could still smell his faint cologne — sandalwood and lavender.

“What do you want?” You asked, hugging yourself defensively.

“I haven’t seen you in days. And you expect me to believe that you’ve only been at work?”

“Yeah?” You scoffed. “Look, what ever you’re trying to say, can you spit it out now? I’m tired.”

“If that’s the case, —”

“It is, Jumin.”

“Explain to me, then, why you’re at work more than you’re at home.”

“Because I have two jobs, and both of them require my attention.”

“And I don’t?” Jumin’s voice rose. Just slightly.

“You haven’t asked. I’m not a mind reader.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Besides. Why do you expect from me what you refuse to offer?”

“How can I offer you anything when you aren’t here.”

Your brows shot up. Oh, he sounded impatient now. “Well? I’m here now, so if you have nothing to offer within the next three minutes, I’m going to sleep.”

“What has happened to you.”

You tilted your head. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself. You heard me.”

Your laugh agitated him. “You have a lot of nerve. Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?”

Jumin leaned forward. “The problem?”

“I’m not repeating myself, you heard me.”

“Mature,” Jumin scoffed.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you, Jumin? Do you want me to agree that I’m the problem, is that what you want? Okay! Fine. I’m the problem. I’ve always been the problem. I’m the sole reason why our marriage is dangling by a thread. It’s all because of me. There. Are we done?”

Turning from Jumin, you felt yourself getting dizzy, the rush of confrontation getting to your head. The dizziness worsened when your husband grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Don’t walk away from me. We aren’t done.”

Yanking your arm away from his grip, it took every ounce of strength in you to keep your hands to yourself. “What, was that not enough for you?”

“Listen to me,” Jumin seethed, his fingers throbbing, remembering the brief sensation of your skin against his. “It’s no secret. Our relationship has taken a massive shift in the wrong direction. I’ve noticed it, too.”

You shook your head. “Right, and accusing me of cheating is the first step in the right direction.”

“Neither are your smart ass comments.”

“Am I wrong? Did you not just accuse me of doing just that? For all I know, you’re giving it to some intern in a vacant boardroom. Like father, like son.”

The silence that lingered after your careless comment was so palpable that it made you uncomfortable. Yikes… you may have crossed a line, here.

“You’ve turned into the most cynical, heartless woman I’ve ever known.” Jumin’s voice was steady - he meant every word. “You were right. You aren’t cut out for this life, a life with me. I wish I had listened to the source.”

You looked away, fighting the tears in your eyes. His words hurt you deeply. “I’ll leave. No problem. But before I do?” You stepped closer, knees shaking. “These last few months have been a nightmare. I’m happier with the scrutinizing eyes of my parents than the dead-eyed look you give me.”

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

“You look at me like I disgust you. Like I’ve run my course with you, like you have no other way to utilize me. Ever since I got my first job, you stopped caring about whether I was coming or going. Well, you don’t have to worry about it anymore, Jumin! I’m going.”

“What will you take, this sorry piece of luggage?” Tossing your bag - the bag you had skillfully hidden away - to the floor, Jumin nudged it disdainfully. “I thought you’d be more resourceful than this.”

You pursed your lips angrily, staring at the sorry knapsack by Jumin’s feet.

“If I was being such a horrible husband, ignoring you and shunning you, why didn’t you say anything. Why did you allow it to fester, woman.”

“Because I couldn’t talk to you, asshole. You were always too busy with work. What was I supposed to do, ring you up and rant to you over the phone?”

“Yes.”

Jumin’s booming response surprised you. It even seemed to surprise him.

“Right, so I should have done everything I could have done to fix our relationship. Why was it all on me?!”

“Did I say that? Besides. My efforts to reconnect with you were clearly ignored. The nights I stayed awake waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you. The meetings I canceled, the connections I ignored —”

“I never asked you to give any of your time up!!”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

“Screw this.” Throwing your hands in the air, you grabbed the bag on the floor. “I’ll have all my shit out by the end of the week.”

“Cynical, heartless, and a coward. Fitting.”

Rage blinded you. You spun around, your open hand almost connecting to Jumin’s cheek. He grabbed your wrist before you could make contact, pinning you against the wall behind you. An unmistakable fire raged within his eyes, one you saw up close and personally.

Your ragged breathing gradually matched with his. It was the first time you had been this close to him in…

Jumin noticed the dawning realization in your eyes; the fire within him dimmed, leaving traces of compassion and adoration.

Looking away from him, you tried to pull your hand back. Jumin wouldn’t allow it, gripping your wrist a little tighter.

“What are you —”

“Your wedding ring is still on your finger.”

You paused. “Yeah… yeah, it is. And so is yours.”

A beat passed. Jumin’s lips brushed over your forehead; a simple form of intimacy. But one you craved immensely. Lifting your head, butterflies crashed against your stomach. He was looking directly at you.

“You’re right.” Jumin’s grip on your wrist loosened. “I haven’t been as attentive to you, or your needs. I’ve… been taking advantage of you. You were always there, until you weren’t. And when you weren’t, I grew very insecure. So insecure that I accused you of the greatest sin between married couples.

You closed your eyes slowly. Tears spilled out of your control; the dam you held inside was cracking open. “I got careless, too. I was so afraid of approaching you, and I was so frustrated that you couldn’t read my mind, so ignored you and your good heart, Jumin. I had forgotten just how gracious and good you are.”

Jumin tilted your chin up, his fingers catching the tears coursing down your cheek and off your chin. His pull irresistible, you leaned into him as he timidly pressed his lips to your cheeks.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please don’t kiss me unless you love me, Jumin… don’t play any games with me…”

And after a pause that lasted a lifetime… Jumin pulled back.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hey I have a request!!

Capitol!Reader is from a rich and wealthy family which makes her an eligible wife for Snow who is in his second year as president which makes him 24. Reader is just about to turn 18 and she’s still in the academy. She’s being forced into a marriage the moment she is of age (18) but she very much dislikes Coriolanus. She is forced to hang out with him but she is sometimes a brat to him because she loathes him, she does not love him. The day she turns 18, Snow waits outside of the academy for her with white roses but she gets furious that he’s at her school infront of everyone and everyone now knows that they sale courting each other. She causes a scene (up to you what happens) and snow becomes incredibly mad at her. Honestly would love to see dark!coriolanus.

Thank you! Btw I love your fics sm 😭 I’ve been here since you started writing house of the dragon fics!

Fallen Roses || Young President! Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for this request! And thank you for sticking with me through my changes 😂

Warnings: possessive snow?

Wc:

Coriolanus Snow Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

“He’s in his second year as President, and he needs a wife. You are perfect for it, y/n.” Your mothers whispers harshly to you as you sat there, arms crossed, looking to the side. You had been called out of High Biology and into Dr. Gaul's office.

"I don't want to be his wife! I don't even know him!" You argue back to your mother as her face stiffens and her eyes darken. You gulp. "Listen here, daughter. When you turn 18 in a couple of days, you will marry President Snow whether you like it or not. You will have the honor of becoming the First Lady of Panem. Be grateful that you have this opportunity. Do not ruin this for us!" Your mother fires back.

Dr. Gaul sits across the desk from the two of you, watching as mother and daughter fight. "There is something you must understand Miss Y/L/N, Coriolanus Snow picked you himself to be his wife. That is the most highest honour he could ever give. You will live in the Presidential Mansion with him, not lift a single finger, and bask in your riches-" You loudly scoff.

"Hell sounds better than that," You spat in annoyance as you could see your mother shooting daggers your way from your peripheral vision. That was not the life that you wanted to have for yourself in the future. Your life right now was worse. You hated being the centre of attention; although that could never be avoided due to your high status, your parents, and your enormous wealth.

You were grateful without a doubt, but you'd rather give away your riches to people who actually needed it. You hated being forced into events, wearing outfits that were far too uncomfortable, making conversation about the weather and whatnot. It was not your cup of tea even though you were brought up with this kind of lifestyle your entire life. The thought of doing that all over again but as the second most important person in all of Panem? That would be absolute torture.

Dr. Gaul sighs, looking at your mother before closing her mouth again. You liked to argue and shut people up, and you were pretty darn good at it. "President Snow will be here shortly to meet you. I hope you show him the respect that he well deserves." She gives you a knowing look as you roll your eyes.

"Great," You mutter under your breath. The three of your all sat in his office in silence for a few minutes before the door opened behind you. Your mother and Dr. Gaul stand up to greet the President as you stayed sitting, staring at the wall behind Dr. Gaul.

"President Snow," Your mother greets him in her sickly fake voice that you hear every time you are at social events. "Coraline, lovely to see you again," You hear him say as you feel him move closer to you and your mother as he kisses her cheek.

"Dr. Gaul, always lovely to see you," He shakes her hand, "As to you Mr. Snow," She chuckles. Then it was silent. You were still sat in your seat. You could tell Snow was staring at you. "Y/n, it's lovely to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you." You lightly chuckle, turning your head to look up at him.

"Wish I could say the same," You remark, "Now can I leave? I really don't want to be missing out on the lesson," Your eyes move to your mother and Dr. Gaul. "Your schedule has been cleared for the whole day Miss Y/l/n, you will instead, accompany President Snow to his home," Dr. Gaul exaplains.

"What?" You sit up in your seat, hands gripping the arms tightly as they turn white. "You want me to be alone with him?" "You're going to have to get used to it, sweetheart." Snow chuckles behind you as you grip the arms even tighter, your knuckles turning white. "Y/n." Your mother sternly says as you let out a sigh from your nose.

"This is ridiculous, you can't force me into this!" You yell at your mother, "She can't. But I most certainly can. Now shall we?" Snow offers his arm as you stare at him in disbelief. You abruptly stand up making the chair screech against the floor and sling your bag over your shoulder.

Your heals click on the marble floor as you quickly leave the room. "I knew I would like her," Snow comments making your mother turn a slight colour of red from embarrassment. Students were still in their classrooms. The last thing you wanted was even more attention from everyone when they see you and the President together.

You make a sharp turn from the usual route to outside. "Where are you going?" Snow calls out as you turn to him, "Like hell I'm letting other people see me with you, alone." You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him. He stands there, hands tucked into his jacket as he looks down, chuckling.

"Like I said, sweetheart, you're going to have to get used to it. You will be Panem's First Lady after all." He tilts his head at you. You kiss your teeth, letting your arms fall to your sides. "Yeah well I want to savour the final last moments of my freedom, so let me, yeah?" And with that you turn around disappearing from sight.

~

For the next couple of days, you had been forced into hanging out with Coriolanus. Whether it be having a meal with him in the presidential mansion, or him accompanying you as you are forced to go shopping for even more clothes. You had slightly warmed up to him, he could tell. But your disapproval of the whole situation was still there. Your attitude towards him was a clear give away.

Coriolanus quite enjoys your witty remarks. It entices him. Part of the reason as to why he picked you was that you hated your lifestyle and knew you had quite the tongue. He figured you were entertaining to tease. And of course, he found you the prettiest out of all the girls at the academy.

The dreadful day had finally come. You turned 18. Which meant that you could kiss your last ounces of freedom and happiness goodbye the minute Snow slips a ring on your finger. You had school that day. You figured you would be pulled out from your first class to meet with Snow but that was not the case.

Throughout the day you grew anxious by the second. You had yet to be pulled out. The bell rang indicating the school day was over and nothing happened. Did Snow pull out? Did he change his mind? You hoped it was the latter.

You pack up your things and wave goodbye to your friends as they all start to pour out of the main doors of the Academy. From afar you could see a small crowd forming. You make your way towards the crowd and was horrified to see Snow leaned up against a car, a bouquet of white roses in one hand.

"Mrs. Snow," He smirks the second he sets eyes on you as the crowd around you gasp in shock. You felt pure rage and hatred towards the man standing in front of you. You storm closer to him, yanking the flowers from his hands and throwing it on the floor. "Do not call me that," You spat, venom laced in your tone as Snow's eyes darken. He grips your upper arm as the peacekeepers open the car door.

Snow roughly pushes you inside the car as he slams the door. "You have been acting like an ungrateful little brat. Show some fucking respect to your husband." He grips your chin as your eyes begin to water. "You are not my husband." You say as he grips your chin even tighter making you wince. "I will be, whether you like it or not, darling." He smirks at you, all you wanted to do was wipe that stupid smirk off his lips.

You push him off of you as you sit furthest away from him. A tear rolls down your cheek. This was going to be your life from now on. "First thing you should now about being Panem's First Lady." Snow turns his head towards you, his hands roll up his sleeves, "Do not. Refuse. My flowers. Clear?" You don't say anything.

"I said, do I make myself clear!" He yells as you flinch. You tore your eyes away from the window. "Crystal clear." You choke out as he grins in satisfaction. "Good."

[oneweirdbookaddict]

Alright, @undertheopensky

This one’s all for you 😂

Your long awaited sequel to this fic!

Hope you enjoy!

4849 words, slight warnings for one (1) instance of assault, and ngl its angsty and doesn’t really have a happy ending? But it’s not a bad ending either.

Summary: Four hates towns. Or, well… Four hates his town. The one he protected with his blood, sweat, and tears. Sky asks the right questions.

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It had been a long couple of days when they arrive in Four’s era.

Right outside the smithy’s house, Four scrambling right through the door and tumbling in. “Papa!” The kid shouts, and they take a minute to glance at each other before following him inside.

Finally met the smithy’s grandfather, got settled in, got to rest for an afternoon, and a home cooked meal.

Now they’ve been tasked with trying to get Four to take them around town for a bit so they can get needed supplies.

And they’re rather unsuccessful.

The kid beams up at him unapologetically. “Sorry, Sky. I can’t. I have chores to do.”

“Four-” Time sighs, but there’s no getting the kid to come. Four’s sweeping out the floor of the forge, eyes sparkling, just happy to be home.

“I’ll find you a map if you give me a minute.” Four hums, turning away.

Time sighs, staring at the back of Four’s head.

Sure enough, Four finishes sweeping and leads them to a small office with a strong looking desk and lots of shelves and drawers.

The kid rustles around in one of the drawers for a moment, pulling out a sheet of parchment and studying it for a moment before offering it to them.

“I can’t read this.” Time reminds him, and Four hums again.

“Don’t need to. Red circle is the apothecary, the center of the town is the market. You’ll find anything there- and it’s just a straight shot past the gates.”

“If it’s so easy-”

“I have chores to do.” Four repeats with a poorly hidden grin, already leaving the room.

“Should we find an inn or are we able to stay here?” He asks, and that gets Four to pause for a minute.

“We have room on the floors. Definitely not enough beds- it might be best for you guys to find the inn and sleep in some beds for a night or two. I dunno. Think about it.” Four shrugs, and then he’s gone.

Time sighs yet again, rolling his eye.

“Time, let him be with his grandpa again.” He says quietly.

“It’s not that.” Time says.” “He knows the town, he knows it well. He can take one hour to make sure we find everything we need. We need potions and medical supplies, we need to restock on rations and food. If we don’t find those-”

He smiles gently at the old man.

“We have more pressing things-”

“Time.” He pushes, slightly less gently. “He’s a child.”

All the fight deflates out of the old man at the reminder.

Seems to remember this, looking away.

“You’re right. I’ve… I’ve been too harsh on him.”

He shrugs, accepting the map from Time. “Let’s get this done- he made it sound like an easy trip. We can be back before supper.”

“Sounds good.” Time agrees, and they leave the room to gather up the others to make the trip to the little town.

~~~~

It's an easy, quick trip to town, and they find Four making supper with his grandfather upon their return.

“Supper should be ready in about fifteen minutes.” Four smiles at them, a little smudge of some sort of seasoning on his cheek.

So they get all their supplies packed up and put away, and enjoy their meal.

He sits next to Four, managing to be lucky enough to sit at the table, meaningless chatter filling the house.

It’s the evening when they really speak again, Time sighing and relenting as he, Twi, and Wars ask to spend some time at a tavern.

“Four, we’re going to find the pub, will you come get us before you settle for the night?” The old man asks.

Four’s expression remains the same for a long second, giving absolutely no indication that he heard Time, then nods. “Yeah. The only one is on the side of town- once you enter go to the right as much as you can and then up towards the castle. Can’t miss it. I’ll get you guys around… eleven and a half bells?”

“Sounds good. Thanks, kiddo.”

“Not a kid.” Four hums, and he has to smile.

“It’s what your grandfather calls you.”

“Yes. My grandfather is sixty two- everyone is a kid to him. He’s called grown adults kiddo.”

He laughs at that, and Four’s eyes flick to him.

“Be safe.” Four says softly, oddly… serious in his warning.

“It’s just a town. Little town,” he says, confused. And it is- a small, peaceful little town. Rather reminds him of Skyloft, actually.

“What’s the worst that can happen?”

Four shrugs, already turning away. “There’s a festival or something coming up soon. Just… it may be busy, people may be territorial. They’re not all so open to outsiders.

“They seemed fine when we went to the market.” Wars frowns, though Four merely shrugs before vanishing into a room.

They take a minute to shrug at each other before heading out the door.

~~~~

It was Twi’s idea to… mess around a bit and try to dig up some information on Four.

He definitely didn’t mean for… all this.

But the situation had spiraled well out of their control, and he’s a little too tipsy to defuse it.

So he clutches his sailcloth in his fist to avoid punching someone.

“Oh… he’s… crazy.” One woman sighs softly. “He… he didn’t come back quite the same. A shame, he was such a good boy.”

The bartender glances up, eyes narrowing. “That’s a rather kind way of saying he had a screaming match with himself in the middle of my shop.”

They all freeze. This has gone way too far, they need to end this, this-

“Oh, your anger towards him is unjustified, Mr. Elson. He’s a boy- he’s a boy, and he’s alone and traumatized. He was so young… how is he supposed-”

“Are you kidding me?” The man laughs incredulously. “The kid is absolutely insane. Didn’t come back right in the head. Being twelve at the time don't change that.”

Rage flies through him, and he forces himself to take a deep breath. Time’s eyes narrow dangerously. Wars looks ready to go full war captain mode.

Seemingly oblivious to their reactions, the man continues.

“I mean, sure. I get it. The poor kid is traumatized. But isn’t that his responsibility? He doesn’t need to come around town and make it the rest of our problem.”

Time’s hands shake with rage, and he feels the blood pounding in his ears. War’s hands clench into fists, but it doesn’t hide their shaking at all.

“It’s been almost three years? I think the kid’s almost sixteen. Used to hang around with the princess, was around her age. He should just be better by now.”

“Guys. Let’s go.” A voice says quietly. The last voice they want to hear right now.

The three men turn around tensely and freeze when they see the smith himself standing behind them.

“You’re not welcome here.” The bartender says, and he whips around, barely leashing his anger when Time places a hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, Mr. Elson, I apologize. I’ll be leaving shortly.”

“You’ll be leaving now or I’ll contact the authorities.”

“Yes, sir.” Four says softly.

“Yes, sir.” The man mocks. “Get out of here, you freak. If I catch you around here again-”

They leave the man still angrily ranting about what exactly he’ll do if she catches Four around here again, exiting the shop. The words ‘crazy lunatic’ are heard before the door slams behind them.

“Four-” Time starts quietly, but the smith shakes his head, cutting him off.

“Don’t.” Four’s eyes are trained on the ground, ignoring the glares and whispers thrown his way. “Just… don’t.”

“Four…” He says softly, trailing off when Four stops.

Four looks up for a second, meeting his eyes. Something passes between them- he’s not quite sure what- and then Four looks down at the ground again.

Leads them around a block before pausing. It’s busy for so late at night, he notices finally, glancing down at Four. He had mentioned a festival or something.

The kid gulps visibly, expression flickering into an anxiousness he doesn’t understand.

But slowly steps forward, taking a deep breath.

He and Wars share a glance but follow.

People stare and fall silent as they pass, eyes lingering on Four.

Expressions from anger to curiosity to distrust on their faces. One man looks at Four with such hatred he pauses.

"Move.” Four mumbles to him, and he forces his feet to obey.

But the man stops them, stepping into their path and forcing Four to stop.

“You’re not welcome here.” The man says firmly, crossing his arms.

Four doesn’t even look up from the ground. “I’m just passing through.”

“You’re going to take another way. You’re not welcome here.”

Four chews his lip, finally looking up.

“Going around takes an hour, please just this one time-”

“Don’t make me call the guards, freak. Get out of here.”

“Please- one time, just one time, you can watch me all the way through-”

Quicker than he or even Wars can react, the man lashes out and strikes Four across the face.

Four stumbles back, clutching his face, ignoring or not hearing their yelps.

“I said get out of here. We want nothing to do with you. Now scram.”

Four turns without another word and starts back down the path. He glares at the man for a long moment until Wars gently taps his arm- their signal to keep going.

The ranch hand refuses.

“You have no right.” Twi scowls, and the man looks to the rancher. “He sacrificed everything for you.”

“Twi.” Wars mutters under his breath.

The man laughs. Loudly. “It would’ve been better if he’d never stuck his nose in that shady shit to begin with- and then came back all jumbled, talking to himself and having screaming matches with nobody in the middle of the road. You keep that freak away from me, you hear me?! He’s a freak!” The man yells the last part at Four’s retreating back.

Four’s shoulders hunch down, the kid shrinking into himself.

Twi grabs the man by his tunic, shaking the man rather ungently. “He sacrificed everything for you! You don’t even understand what he’s been through!”

“Twilight.” Wars says softly, seriously, grabbing his arm.

The rancher shoves the man away, sending him to the ground. “A freak?! That’s a child you’re assaulting!”

Twi glowers down at the now cowering man, disgust on his face. “You’re not even with his time.” The rancher mutters, turning his back and finally letting Wars drag him down to where Four’s waiting down the street.

Not quite meeting their eyes, cheek pink where he’d been hit.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Four mumbles, taking the turn to leave town.

“Four-”

“They’ll know you’re with me. You guys won’t be able to come back- they won’t want you here either.”

Silence.

Four leads them all the way around- for such a little town it sure does take a lot of time to get around- back to the forge.

Inside the front door, down the hall to his room, vanishing from sight.

~~~~

There’s a long silence where everyone stares up at where the smith had disappeared, then Time shakes his head.

“Leave him be.”

It’s a quiet night, the others taking in their tenseness.

Twi hesitates, looking down the hall where Four had vanished, fidgeting-

“Twi. Leave it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“I know. Just leave him be.” Time says gently.

“But-” the rancher cuts off, sighing slowly.

“Is he ok?” Wind mumbles groggily, having been woken up as they came in.

“Yeah.” Wars says gently, making his way over to the sailor. “Go back to sleep, you could stand to grow a little more.”

The sailor squawks in protest, but the captain only snickers and affectionately ruffles Wind’s hair.

Gets his bedroll set up next to the sailor’s, settling down. Time and Twi slowly do the same, Twi’s gaze still lingering down the hall.

“I’ll go check-”

“Twi.” He interrupts gently. “He doesn’t want to talk to us. Try it in the morning.”

Another long sigh, but the rancher finally settles.

He stretches out himself, missing the bit of warmth Four usually provided during the night.

~~~~

He wakes up early- very early, the rest are still sleeping and the moon hasn’t even set yet.

He’s suspecting around two chimes, but he can’t tell for sure. Time feels different in Four’s era- it has a strong flow.

Or maybe the surface is making him crazy.

He stands, though, stretching softly and goes in search of the smith. Down the hall, rubbing his eyes.

The room Four had shown him and labeled it ‘his’ is empty when he glances into it.

So he wanders down the hall into the other room, peeking carefully into the room-

Four’s slumped next to a table, surrounded by books.

The room is packed with book after book- on shelves that line the room.

It is a small room- the size of a large closet, really- but it’s still an impressive amount of books.

A small table is shoved into the corner, two cushions on the available sides.

That’s where Four is, curled up on one of the cushions, a blanket over him, book still open in his hands.

He slowly walks the rest of the way inside, stepping carefully over books on the floor to get to his friend and sitting next to him.

Carefully takes the book in his hands, putting a folded slip of parchment in it to mark the page, closing it and setting it aside.

Slowly, carefully, taking hold of the teenager and getting him carefully into his arms-

Four shifts and mumbles sleepily, nestling closer to him with a soft noise of contentment.

“Shh… I’ve got you, kiddo.” He whispers.

Four’s eyes flutter, but don’t open.

He carefully carries the smith back down the hall, tucking him gently into the bed in the corner, the teenager mumbling again and curling into the soft bed.

“Better than that little cushion on the floor, yeah?” He whispers, getting the blankets around the kiddo.

Four’s hand slowly grabs at the blanket, other one finding his hand and clinging to it.

“Shh…” he hums softly, trying to ease Four’s hand off of him… Four’s eyes flutter open, and he freezes.

“Stay with me.” The smith murmurs groggily, slowly releasing the grip on his hand when he nods in shock.

Four manages to scoot to the side of the bed so he can lay next to him, the smithy curling right back into his arms when gets settled.

“G’night, Sky.” Four mumbles drowsily, and he has to smile.

“Sleep well, buddy.”

~~~~

He sits in his bed, gazing out the window thoughtlessly. Sky snores softly next to him. 

Watches the sun slowly rise, the light peek through the window in beautiful shades of gold, pink, and orange. 

Trying not to think back to the weeks after his adventure, but… after a day like yesterday how could he not?

“It’s going to be ok.” Zelda had said softly once, his first time seeing her after everything. “But it’s going to be different.” 

If only she knew how right she was. 

“Four?” 

Sky. 

He glances down, forcing a little smile. 

“Hey, Sky.” He manages, the knight rubbing his eyes and flopping so he’s on his back. 

He’s reminded heavily of a golden retriever asking for belly rubs, and has to resist the urge to smile. 

Silence. Sky looks nervously at him, matching his smile with one that’s equally as fake. 

“You can ask.” He says finally, laying back again to curl into Sky’s warmth. “I… I owe you an explanation.” 

Sky finally does. 

“This is why? Why you hate towns? Why you prefer to stay at the inn, or do research, or… anything other than the market.” 

He nods into Sky’s steady heartbeat. 

I don’t understand, Sky would say, shaking his head as left for the market, leaving him at the inn at his insistence and sometimes begging. 

I don't expect you to. All I ask is that you respect it, he’d shoot back rather sharply. Uncharacteristically sharply. He’d ignore the other’s surprised looks, and they wouldn’t press the issue further. 

He stares out the window some more, then sighs slowly. So much for fighting off the bad memories. 

“After I came back from my… after… after I returned the sword to the palace, something… it changed me. The magic I used had… consequences.” 

He curls into a ball, turning to look at the wall. 

Keeping Sky out of his gaze. 

“I came back weird. Jumbled. I… I…” 

He lets out a broken laugh. “I was crazy. Maybe I still am. I don’t know anymore, Sky.” He whispers. 

Four bodies fuse back into one, but… four minds clash and fight in that one body. 

For a moment, Link is fine. 

And then he’s on the ground, clutching his head, screaming. 

Cursing, sobbing, giggling, yelling in pain, fear, anger, embarrassment, any emotion he can think of flashing through him in waves and waves. 

Zelda ends up running to get his grandfather, bawling uncontrollably herself. 

She’s terrified out of her mind, understandably. 

Papa carries him home- he can’t walk. He can’t speak. He can’t form a coherent, clear thought. 

He can’t do anything for a week. 

Can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think, just lays in bed and stares at the ceiling, his mind quite literally at war with itself. 

Sometimes he manages to scream when the pain gets too bad. 

Papa sits next to him the entire time, holding him close when he manages to cry, scream, anything. 

Tries to coax some soup into him so he can eat, but…

He can barely swallow. He can't function in the slightest. 

After that week he… can somewhat do the very basics again. Sleep, manage some food, drink water… 

He slowly gets back around to talking- which he immediately stops doing again. 

It’s garbled, stuttered, staccato sentences that make no sense, barely stringing two words together before changing topics completely, and it hurts. 

It hurts real bad. 

The ache behind his eyes the first time he tried… 

“Papa!” He’d screamed, the first comprehensible thing he’d probably said in a month, then spent the rest of the day screaming and sobbing into his papa’s chest. 

He stops trying to speak. 

Moving is difficult and often painful- his movements are jerky, uncoordinated, and slow. 

As if four bodies are fighting for the ‘correct’ way to move. 

After a while, he gives up on moving, too. 

He spends as much of his time as possible sleeping.  

It’s the only way to escape the constant pain, the horrible loudness in his head. 

He… becomes a bitch. 

To his grandpa, to Zelda… to anyone who encourages him. 

Just starts ignoring everyone, doing everything and anything in his power to fight whenever someone tries to force him. 

Spits, scratches, screams, one time he manages a well placed knee into his father’s groin. He’s still pretty proud of that one. 

That attitude, however, changes with a visit from the minish. 

He wakes up one night to little footsteps on his chest, and he finds himself covered in minish. 

On his stomach, his chest, his arms and legs, a few curled up in his hair, chittering happily to see him awake. 

His mind is still too jumbled to understand them fully, but their love and encouragement seeps through to him. Their kindness and affection touching him, making him feel… remarkably less lonely. 

He hadn’t even realized how lonely he’d been- Papa is, as always, moving around and doing work, Dot is doing her princess duties, Father… well, was never around anyway… 

And even though Papa spends as much time with him as possible it’s different now. 

He can’t do the things he could do anymore- he can’t talk. Walk. Anything. 

He’s stuck just… laying there. 

His good arm slowly reaches to gently stroke a dozing minish on his chest, and he realizes he has to get better. 

For Papa, for Dot, maybe for Father, but… most importantly, for himself. 

So when Papa walks into his room the next morning, he gathers everything inside of him and sits up. 

“M- Morning.” 

He’s seen Papa cry one time in his lifetime- when Mama died. 

But now, Papa holds him and cries for a while. 

“I love you, kiddo, I love you so much.” Papa manages, wiping his eyes carefully. “Let’s get you some breakfast. Let’s get you to the table?” 

And with Papa’s support, a stupidly long time, and several instances of nearly eating the floor, they do manage to get to the table from his room. 

Though after that, Papa makes him a wheelchair. 

Walking is still too much- his legs don’t move right, barely support his weight, and wobble whenever he stands. But wheeling himself around… well, it works. 

Not quite easier. Not quite… better. But it works for him. 

He- for the first time in months- can get around by himself. 

Around the house, around the forge, even outside. 

Never to the town- but to the woods nearby, down the trail, just able to spend time outside. 

When he makes the decision he wants to walk again, Papa reaches out to a man from a whole different town to come and see him. 

They spend a week together, the man assessing his movement, what he's able to do, what he’s not able to do, how well he can move different parts of his body, and so on. 

By the second day he has what the man calls a mobility support, that straps onto his arms and has a big, sturdy stick that leans on the ground. 

His movements are still jerky, odd, and unnaturally slow. But he’s walking. He’s walking. 

The man teaches him exercises, stretches, and different techniques for him to do until he’s completely able to walk again. 

The man is completely certain he’ll be able to. 

It takes a lot of work, a lot of pain, a lot of nasty spills, one broken wrist, and another couple months for him to be able to walk without the supports. 

And though his physical strength is returning, or… on the mend, as Papa liked to say, he still struggles with the mental aspects of it. 

The voices. 

His grandfather finds him zoned out all the time- in between bites of food, walking down the hall, reading a book, just standing there with a blank gaze, staring at nothing, lips moving slowly. 

Talking to himself- he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Papa asks him what he’s talking about. 

His speech is still… stuttered, so he doesn’t do it a whole lot. 

But he can’t. Stop. Talking. To himself. 

Voices in his head all the time- not nearly as loud as when he first put the sword back, but still ever present. 

Telling him what to do, telling each other what to do, arguing with each other, arguing with him, arguing with Papa, conversing with each other, conversing with him, ever present, ever noisy. Driving him crazy. 

He cries one night, unable to sleep, the voices screaming at each other. 

It hurts. 

“Stop it!” He begs, Papa talking softly, helplessly, trying to calm him. “Make them stop, Papa!” 

Papa, of course, can’t do anything for him. 

He screams until he passes out. 

Several times the man who’d helped him walk had to go get Papa because he’d lose focus, start mumbling to himself, and… would stare off at nothing. For hours. 

Sometimes Papa’s able to coax him back to reality, but often times he isn’t. 

He often finds himself… ‘waking up’ to a throbbing headache, his throat burning, sitting on the floor, holding Papa’s hand. 

“Hey, Kiddo.” Papa always said softly, and then held him close while he slept off the nasty headaches. 

Oh… and the headaches. 

Always there, lingering in his head, waiting to stab. 

Sending him to bed for days, nauseating and he can’t tolerate any light or sound or movement. 

“Migraines.” Papa explains softly, massaging his temples as he fights the urge to sob. 

“Hurts.” He manages, knowing it’s only gonna hurt worse if he cries but unable to stop the tears. 

That’s about the time people start asking about him. 

It’s been months- they knew he was hurt, they knew… he wasn’t quite right anymore, but… they expected him to get better. 

He’s not getting better. 

Some days… some days are good days. 

But some are like he had just put that sword back and he can’t think he can’t talk he can’t walk he can only lay there and scream. 

“Want to come to town with me, Kiddo?” Papa asks one day, on one of his good days. 

He considers, blinking at his grandfather. 

“People have been asking ‘bout you. I think it’d do you some good to get out and see some people.” Papa offers gently. 

He considers further, then slowly nods. Carefully moves to get his mobility aids- walking for a while still aches and makes him wobbly- pulling his hair back into a little ponytail. 

And he slowly follows Papa to town for the first time in… five and a half months. 

That’s the first time people really stare. 

He’s winded by the simple walk to town from the forge, he looks ill- he’s pale and trembling. Papa keeps a gentle grip on his arm, steadying him when he falters at the staring. 

“Let them stare, Kiddo.” Papa murmurs, and they keep going. “Just make it worth their time.” 

He hates it. He despises it- the pitying looks, the sympathetic glances at his grandfather, the softness of their voices when anyone actually talks to him. 

Mostly, they talk to grandpa and just stare at him. 

“How’s he doing these days?” The shopkeeper asks softly to Papa, literally staring right at him. 

“Good.” He answers bluntly. Shortly. 

Papa chokes, but not before he catches the proud smile on his grandfather’s face. 

The shopkeeper flushes bright red and doesn’t talk again. 

It’s the same with all of them- no one has the guts to talk to him. Only about him. As if he’s not in front of them, too. 

“I’m sorry your boy is a crip, now.” The mill owner says softly, staring at his crutches. 

He resists the urge to whack the man over the head with one, though it’s difficult. 

Papa ushers him out of the shop without replying. 

“Does his father know?” The bar owner whispers loudly to Papa as they talk for a moment. 

He’s sitting at a table, reminding himself how to breathe. He’s pushed himself too hard. 

In… smoothly… out… out… out- 

“Papa.” He says calmly, and the man flinches and whips to stare at him. 

Papa rushes over to him, hand on his forehead in a flash, asking what’s wrong, what can he do? 

“Home.” He whimpers, struggling to get air in, he can’t remember how, all the voices are screaming loudly at him trying to get him to breathe just breathe in he can’t remember he can’t remember- 

His hands rip the straps of his crutches off, slamming his hands over his ears, sinking into Papa’s hug and letting himself be pulled slowly to the floor. 

He’s choking air down in frantic gasps, hands grasping desperately at Papa’s tunic. 

“Home!” He bawls, and Papa’s much to shocked to say anything- 

Pull yourself together and calm down! We- 

We’re not a we! 

He! He is a him! 

We’re not going home! It’s nice to be outside around people and the sun- 

This sucks! This sucks! Everyone’s staring and no one will talk to us- 

Me! 

Us! 

Me! 

Us! 

Stop freakin stuttering and spit down words back out then! Talk to them first! 

Don’t you even go there- that’s terrible. We can’t- 

He! 

He can’t control that! It’s a stutter! 

It’s a weakness. 

Don’t be a jack-

Knock it off! 

It hurts! 

Stop it! Stop yelling! 

Guys we’re hurting Link. 

I want to go home! 

Well I want to stay out! It’s the first time being out of the house in nearly half a year! 

“Link, son, breathe- slow down for me, kiddo.” 

He crawls into his grandfather’s arms and screams until he passes out. 

Wakes up later with the worst migraine he’s ever had to date- leaving him bedridden for a week. 

He doesn’t realize until later- much, much later- that he’d screamed all of that, out loud, with half the town watching. 

By time he realizes… it’s months later, the town… has spread rumors out of control about him and his little breakdown, and they no longer want anything to do with him. 

He doesn’t tell Sky any of this, of course. 

“You’re not crazy, Four.” Sky says gently, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. 

“Even you guys think it.” He says flatly. He’s noticed the lingering glances when he slips and mumbles to himself, the staring when he jolts back from staring off into space, the way he can’t quite control his movements on his bad days. 

He’s gotten himself injured in a fight more than once because he couldn’t get his arm to move, or his feet to move quick enough. 

“No- no, Four - we don’t. We just worry.” 

“Yeah.” He mutters instead of arguing about it. 

Silence. 

“Has it gotten… I mean… the bartender mentioned it’s been two years…” 

Slowly turning on his back, he looks up at the Skyloftian, sighing. 

“It was different. I knew it was going to be after… after everything. But it didn’t make it any easier.” 

~~~~

[sunsetsandsunshine]

ok i see requests are closed butttt i just found ur blog and we are strangely haha uhm very way too similar so. i must now see.

i see ur tmnt 2012 headcannons and yes yes ok very nice but what about casey... 🤔🤔🤔

any llittle small headcannons for casey?? 😇

idk if u do anon emojis since i JUST read those but uhhh like if u do i'll come back wjth one

I’m not gonna lie to Anon…I really don’t like 2012 Casey 😬😬😬

It’s not like I don’t like him as a character- he’s funny and a good friend towards the turtles but he’s just not my personal cup of tea, y’know?

But I did re-watch S2 just for you- to make headcanons on the little goober, so hope you enjoy!

~ TMNT 2012 tickle headcanons ~

~ Casey Jones ~

He’s so cringe I’m crying- I couldn’t make these headcanons without laughing at the gif

I kid I kid 😭😭😭

A switch- 100% a switch

Or probably a Ler-leaning switch

One of the two

Definitely has experience from tickling others since he has a little sister

Absolutely has NO MERCY when tickling Raph

I feel like he would be the type of Ler that just…goes for you’re death spots

He finds the tactic easier and it makes more sense to him

Why go for spots that aren’t so ticklish when you know exactly where they’re most sensitive spots are?

In the show, the turtle boys do, like, creative handshakes and when Casey saw them doing it one time he just KNEW that he had to make handshakes with them as well

All they’re handshakes with Casey end up getting poked to the side continuously

Again- since he has a little sister he is EXTREMELY experienced when tickling others

Actually found out how they were ticklish is through Master Splinter

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to beat them in a sparring match and Splinter was just like, “If all else fails, just tickle them.”

Casey was very confused but he DID use the tactic when he wa sparring against Leo and he never second-guessed Master Splinter again

One time, Mikey was tickling the absolute snot out of Donnie near the living room area

And Casey just so happened to be in the lair at the time and heard shrieks and shouts so like any human being he panicked and went to the source

Only to find Donnie getting absolutely wrecked by Mikey

The youngest didn’t notice Casey at first but when he did he was all like, “Yo dude! You wanna get in on this? Donnie took and hid the remote so I have no idea where it is- I’ve been trying to get the answer out of him so AGES.”

And ofc Casey agreed- much to Donnie’s dismay lol

Definitely is ticklish at the top of his knees

You think those are for protection because he plays hockey? Well…sure- it is- but it’s also because he’s insanely ticklish there

Leo is the one who discovered it actually- which he still takes pride in to this day

He refuses to tell anyone how he did tho because Casey made him promise

Mikey calls Leo and Casey “The Ticklish Knee Knuckleheads”

Which embarrasses the two to no end

But hey at least they’re not alone

Gets in more Ler moods than Lee moods

Is the kind of Ler who will pin you’re hands behind you’re back when tickling you- I’ve been in that position before and jansvsjsnensk it’s AWFUL

Loves playing Tickle and Seek in the lair

Absolutely loves being the seeker

Talks about how he’s going to individually wreck them all once he finds them

Has reallllly ticklish feet- his worst spot-good luck trying to get him there he will not hesitate to kick you

Doesn’t really know how to ask for tickles- he’s an awkward dude 😂🫡

So if or when he’s in a Lee mood he just over exaggerates a yawn and stretches near someone- hoping they get the hint

And if not he’ll just poke and poke and POKE in hopes the person just snaps and goes for revenge

Which happened all the time so win-win for Casey Jones

Likes to talk in the first person when tickling someone

“Oooh…Casey Jones has Michaelangelo exactly where he wants him…tickling his ticklish tummy with such precise persiguen!”

”Oh…what’s did we have here? I think we wants a raspberry on his tummy~!” While Mikey is just laughing his shell off and begging Casey not to but he always DOES anyway ksbdhejwbdb

“Aaaaand he’s gone ladies and gentlefolks~!”

An asshole of a Ler I say

[yoonia]

Hi again Dia! You’ve probably gotten a million questions like this one but do you have any writing tips for beginners? Or ways to improve your writing? I’d like to write my own fanfics one day and I also have several outlines (including my commissions) that have never seen the light of day (at least, not yet). I’ve even attempted to write some stuff in the past. The problem is though is that I end up getting stuck and eventually give up because I either have trouble writing good dialogue (and making sure it’s distinguished and everyone’s in character (depending on what I’d like to write)), I unintentionally come up with more than one plot for a fic or a character (or character archetype) that are too identical, or I get worried about sounding repetitive (from character description to anything else in general). Truthfully though, writing isn’t my strength or passion. It’s just a hobby for me I’d like to develop more, really. But if you have any time, I’d appreciate if you had any tips and advice for beginner’s writing😊

Also, somewhat off topic but I got a suggestion. For any future smut scenes, I think it would be absolutely hilarious if you ever wrote a scene (maybe for like in motion or any other fics that feature bdsm themes) with smutty stuff happening with (whatever member) and OC while the latter’s being tied up. But then all of a sudden OC says the safe word. (Member’s name) mood changes entirely and he gets concerned/worried for a bit and asks OC what’s wrong. But it turns out OC just has a really bad itch (but she can’t scratch herself because of her position (obviously lol)) so she asks him to scratch her. Which kills the mood for a second, but I bet readers would be absolutely dead. I’m not usually open when it some to smutty stuff. HOWEVER, you can’t tell me a shenanigan like that would never happen, fictional or real life 😂💀

Hello! I’m so sorry for replying so late. It’s been a rough week for me with my, um…health problem and then trying to catch up with work, so I wanted to wait until I could sit down to answer this properly. 

Yes, I’ve gotten some questions about writing before but I don’t mind sharing! There are two ways that I personally follow to improve my writing. 

reading

lots of practice

By reading, you’ll get to see for yourself what type of genre you’ll be interested in getting into and what kind of writing style that works for you. Reading can also improve your vocabullary, to learn more about worldbuilding, and it may help you find your own narrative “voice”. 

I actually just had a similar talk about this with some friends. It always works better for a writer to write in genres that they are interested in and when they already read other works written in that genre before. It helps you see what about the stories written in that genre that gets people interested in reading and to learn some of the tropes, prompts, and maybe the lores that are known in that genre which you can use as a guide to create your own story/universe you’re building. 

By practicing, you’ll get to see what YOUR writing style looks like and what works for you in narrating your story. You can start small with your practice. Try to begin by writing down your premise, or write down your raw idea in a brain dump setting to see that idea in written form to later organise it into a premise or an outline. 

Sometimes it helps if you write your idea and create a summary or a story synopsis  because you get to see your idea formed into a story

I’ve looked into your outlining for EANA and I think the way you did it was already great for a start. I personally started that way too, with bulletpoints to organise the ideas and scenes before developing them and mapping them into a storyline. You can continue doing that with your story ideas and use it as practice. But try to make a more compact structure with your bulletpoints if you want to practice how to keep your plot from running wild and switching into a different one in the middle of your writing process.

I’ve shared a quick look at my own writing process (more simplified than what I’ve shared on Patreon) which you might be able to follow on this post. There, you’ll see different steps of writing from beginning (plotting, first draft, etc) to editing. I hope this can help you with your practice, but feel free to ask me if you find some steps that are too confusing to follow :) 

You know, I also had problems with dialogues from time to time. I struggled with it when I first started writing so don’t feel bad about it. Someone told me in the past that we mostly struggle with dialogues because we often unable to see the characters speaking as themselves while imagining them using our own voice. 

Try to voice their dialogue out loud when you are writing them. That way you can ‘feel’ it when your dialogue seems too awkward or stiff and you can make it flow better by acting it out as an actual dialogue.

Fyi, I’ve been preparing to bring back my writing class on my Patreon, so I’m hoping that I can share a more in depth writing process with some practice sheets that everyone can follow and use to practice their writing skills (though I must warn that I’m not an expert, so this might just be helping you start if you’re a beginner writer haha) 

Speaking of having odd shennanigans in smut scenes, I’ve actually thought of it from time to time but I’ve shared about it before (on twitter/X, I think?). Trust me, while smut scenes are written perfectly in most stories/fics as if there’s no faulty could happen while people are in the middle of it, these things could happen in real life. A lot. I know from experience lol. So adding shennanigans in smut stories may probably bring up some reality in it instead of ruining it. 

[putschki1969]

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Yesterday, I went to see 【Billboard Live presents Piano Duo Session#2 Ayaka Hirahara×Satoshi Takebe ～ Ayaka Hirahara 20th Anniversary Special ～】 at Billboard Live Tokyo! ! \(^o^)/ Takebe-san and Aya-san's doing a live together😳✨ It was amazing…!!😭😭 I was crying the whole time (T-T) When you combine Takebe-san's amazing ability to play any song beautifully on a piano and Aya-san's gorgeous, versatile singing voice from another dimension, it is an experience that’s truly out of this world😭✨ They are celebrating their 45th and 20th anniversary respectively❗️ Amazing...😳 The 70 minutes flew by and I had such a great time☺️♡

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

Billboard Live are more relaxing than normal concerts, they make you love music even more♪ By the way, the other day, we announced the song titles for my 3rd original album "Sono Saki he" which will be released on May 31st😊There is still time until the release so we didn’t want to reveal more than the titles of all the songs, I am sure everyone is working hard to imagine what the songs could sound like based on their titles🤣🤣 Anyway, please be patient a little while longer and just stare at the titles! 😂

◆Tracks included in my 3rd Original Album "Sono Saki he"◆

M1. Butterfly Dream Lyrics: Wakana Composition/Arrangement: Yuki Kishida M2. Rapa Nui Lyrics: Yo Hitoto, Composition: Tatsuro Mashiko, Arrangement: Satoshi Takebe M3. 標(Shirushi) Lyrics/Composition: Yoshiko Hanzaki Arrangement: Satoshi Takebe M4. 希望(Kibou) Lyrics: Yuho Iwasato Composition: Takatsugu Muramatsu Arrangement: Yuji Toriyama M5. 殻(Kara) Lyrics: Goro Matsui Composition: Satoshi Takebe Arrangement: Yuji Toriyama M6. そのさきへ～(Sono Saki he) ~Interlude~ Composition: Toshiaki Matsumoto、Arrangement: Satoshi Takebe 　 M7. KEMONO feat. Shin'ya Kiyozuka Lyrics: Yoshitani Kuji, Wakana Composition: Shin'ya Kiyozuka Arrangement: Yuji Toriyama M8. 明日を夢見て歌う(Asu wo Yume Mite Utau) Lyrics: Wakana Composition/Arrangement: Satoshi Takebe 　 M9. Flag Lyrics/Composition: BOI　Arrangement: Ryuichi Takagi M10. そのさきへ(Sono Saki he) Lyrics: Wakana Composition: Toshiaki Matsumoto Arrangement: Yuki Kishida 　 M11. あとひとつ(Ato Hitotsu) Lyrics: Wakana Composition/Arrangement: Satoshi Takebe

For the first time, the album was produced entirely by Satoshi Takebe-san. I've been working together with Takebe-san for almost 5 years now but I still get nervous 😳 I'm sure he himself would be surprised and just ask "why!?" but there is just that special [Takebe Aura] around him. It’s just so unique😂

During the production period I was able to meet Takebe-san a lot, I got to see how his work progressed at a tremendous speed, and I learned a lot. There were a lot of different composers and artists involved, some I had never collaborated with before, others I had the pleasure of working with before. Regarding some of the songs, we have 「明日を夢見て歌う」 which Takebe-san composed for my Billboard Live two years ago and I wrote the lyrics for. Then there is 「Flag」, a song for the mobile game Memento Mori's and dedicated to the character "Florence". Yoshiko Hanzaki-san wrote 「標」  for me, it contains all of my feelings for my father. And finally we have 「あとひとつ」 included on a CD, it’s a song that Takebe-san wrote for me at the very beginning of my solo career and I've been singing it for a very long time...

I think I've already told everyone about these songs😊 There are still many other things I want to share with you about the other songs but for the time being please just try to enjoy looking at the full tracklist *laughs* I would like to continue revealing small details little by little as we get closer to the release date! 😘

On a side note, we have decided to hold a live to celebrate the release of the album! \\\\٩( 'ω' )و //// I'm looking forward to it 🥺💕 『Wakana Billboard Live 2023 ～そのさきへ～』 7/6 Billboard Live Yokohama 7/20 Billboard Live Osaka

And tomorrow is my first online sign event for those who pre-ordered the album!😊 You can watch the broadcast on Victor YouTube channel! The video will be archive until April 23rd! Please check it out〜＼(^o^)／

That's it for today! Until next time ☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

[formsofcontinuity]

And now for something completely different... 😂

A friend and I have been watching the John Wick movies to prepare for The Continental because apparently I'm willing to sit through 8+ hours of true inanity to prepare for a few scenes (hopefully more!) of Katie McGrath . We were talking about how John could have just retired at the Continental and avoided all the carnage after the second movie, and, for reasons beyond my fathoming, I had to write a short fic about it. So, in case someone else feels like John deserves to have more depth in these films, here's a little retirement fix-it that's canon divergent for the end of John Wick 2 (contains spoilers for the first two films).

Coda

The delivery was on a Thursday. Days didn’t mean much, nor time, nor seasons, but Thursday mattered because of the delivery. There it was, whole and gleaming, all metallic shine and fresh paint, black more luminous than he remembered. The chassis was just the same, but with a bit of the uncanny about it, like your hometown after twenty years or a river you’d played in as a child that seemed smaller now because you were grown. Still, it was known to him like Helen’s heartbeat, a soft staccato pulse from his dreams, a chrome ghost. The engine reverberated its purr into his blood, the hood still hot from the midday sun as he pulled the Mustang into the dark garage of the Continental where it would cool, indefinitely. 

Three months had passed. In another life, he’d pulled the trigger, shattered the only haven. In this life, he’d hesitated long enough for Winston to stop his hand. Santino’s smirk almost brought John’s finger back to complete its circuitous path of redemption, but at the merest twitch of his wrist, fear contorted the traitorous face and John had known with sudden clarity the way this would go. The only way. 

“Do you have a job for me?” He’d cocked his head at Winston, but held Santino’s gaze, daring the other man to keep eating, daring him to keep living. The moment held. Santino stood. He left his plate behind as he slunk from the room.

He didn’t matter anymore. Not now. 

“A job?” Winston muttered, but John could see his old friend knew what he was asking. “Would you really want that?”

“I’ve tried the other way. It didn’t work. A job?”

“For you? Of course.” 

Three months had passed. John stalked through the Continental’s corridors like a golem. Inert but always moving, fixing this and that, taking care of the many small and large tasks Winston put before him. Never complaining. Never stopping. Never thinking.

The gawking visitations of the jackals seeking their bounty waned after the first two weeks. They were scavengers scenting him–eagerly, at first, then with pity, then boredom. Then, not at all. Even for them, his annihilation came at too high a price. 

Within these walls, he was worthless. 

As for Santino, their paths rarely crossed. It occurred to John that the man was avoiding him. It also occurred to John that he no longer cared. 

It was a Thursday when the car was delivered back into his care, like new, only to be shelved away, a relic. It was that same Thursday when Santino’s contract against him ended. It vanished, just like that, just like the man himself.  Seven million dollars for John’s head.  Now, nothing. Just time, always time.

“He checked out,” Charon offered, stoic except for the brightness of his eyes. “Perhaps he no longer appreciated our hospitality.” 

“You can go anywhere.” Winston said softly that same night, as if answering a question John had not asked. They were finishing dinner in his office, perched over the Continental’s accounting books, plates balanced on the corners of a pristinely organized desk. “You’re free now.” Did Winston sound reluctant? Relieved? John could not tell. 

Under his chair, the dog curled tighter against John’s legs, a hot head draped over one foot. 

He still hadn’t named the animal, after all these months. You don’t name cows headed for slaughter. After you’ve identified a mark, you no longer think of them by name. Just a body. A predetermined corpse. Flesh and bone made for rending, blood made for letting, another fragile soul easily loosed from its frame. 

Naming things made them matter. Then you knew them, and they couldn’t be unknown. Then, a disease could strip the hard-won paradise from your very hands, leaving you with only ash. Then, the jarring rattle of a gun’s barrel could fall against your temple, wrenching you back into a broken promise of a life. Then, the uncaring blast of a missile could rip stone and brick from its moorings. Helen’s name on his lips in her final hours. Daisy’s whimpering breaths of confused devastation. The home that held his marriage bed, his memories, the last vestiges of the life he’d given everything for, shattered like glass. 

“Can I stay?” John found himself asking.

Winston eyed him curiously, nodded, and stood to remove their emptied plates. 

“As long as you like.” 

That night, the dog, like a shadow, padded after John to his quiet top-floor room. He laid his head on John’s knee, leaning into his fingers when he scratched at soft ears.  

“Good boy,” he muttered. The dog’s ears twitched briefly before settling. His head sank more heavily into the support of John’s body; his eyes fluttered closed. 

The dog knows who he is, named or not, John thought, blinking into the punctuated half-light of an urban midnight. And who am I to him? Just a food bowl, a presence, a warm knee. 

Not John, to him. 

“Good boy,” he murmured again, his own eyes suddenly heavy, exhausted with the weight of a thousand encounters, the named and the unnamed. 

Tomorrow, he’d wake up. And his dog would wake up. The sun would just be glimmering on the horizon and the city would be quiet.

Tomorrow would be Friday. It would still be September, and the air would be cool, the sky bright. He would stay, and he would work. He would live.

[saltygirafe]

Yo I see you’re also a massive shadowheart fan I gotta ask, do you know if there’s an official act 2 “romance” scene with her or is it mostly nested dialogue in conversations etc?

The only two I got on my play through that were more cinematic style with animations were the wine drinking one in act 1 and the swimming scene in act 3.

There have been a ton a little asides and stuff and I know you can give her gifts which is great but I desperately wished for a scene where you could talk with her more in depth about your relationship and all the shadowcursed land stuff.

From what I’ve played and what I know there isn’t a moment as big as in acts 1 and 2, mostly because she’s incredibly focused on Shar given the things she’s seen and felt since arriving in the shadow cursed lands.

It’s possible to trigger scenes that could have happened in act 1 as well during act 2, and talking with Nightsong with her unlocks the wolf scene if you haven’t seen it already, which then gives you some more bested dialog with her about how she feels wrt her past and current mental state.

But most of act 2 for her is either full obsession or being hit with a reality check so big it sends her reeling for a couple days.

I also wish there was more personal moments with her because I could just listen to her talk for hours 🫣 had to cope by writing my own content 😂 but yeah, she’s a little all over the place mentally during act 2 and there’s so much happening for other characters she takes a back seat in heavy personal content for that part of the game!

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Heir of Fire, Day 1

1

A new start, a new city, a whole new book.

I can’t WAIT

2

Faerie boyfriend faerie boyfriend faerie BOYFRIEND

I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE

3

Oh, boo, we still have to go back to the human realm. It’s a chapter about Dorian and Chaol, just admiring Aedion’s eyes and pining after Celaena.

Aedion seems a little ruthless. Was he flirting with Dorian, when he offered to be his whore? Or was that sarcasm and I am just reading way too much into it, lol

I welcome any and all queer characters, especially since I lost Archer and Nehemia. I don’t even care if you’re a villain, I love queer coded villains. Step up to the plate Aedion. Maybe you can wrap these boys around your finger! They’re both on the market, I think

4

Manon!!!!

She seems evil and sexy as hell. I have to be honest that I’ve read at least one smutty fanfiction featuring her and Nesta. (I really don’t remember lol) (it was so long ago and it was before I had even read crescent city) (I wish I could remember anything at all about this fic, a title; an author; anything, all I remember is Manon being a hot dommy mommy)

(Anyway I can’t wait to get to read more about her)

(She seems evil in this chapter but I’m going to assume she isn’t)

5

YAY IT’S A CHAPTER ABOUT CELAENA AND ROWAN

(And they’re traveling to the faerie realm!!!) (vibrating with excitement)

ROWAN ROWAN ROWAN ROWAN -

You can just sit there and be aloof

Already I love you, Rowan. I want you to know I waited two whole books for you.

6

Dorian and Aedion go for a walk and then Dorian takes the opportunity to be aggressively heterosexual with the first girl he stumbles across, lol.

It’s ok, I am actually kinda here for the idea of servants and unnamed characters coming to the forefront of the Cas t and being like, “Yo, we know everything that’s been going on, you guys were NOT subtle at any time during the last two books, and you should stop ignoring the castle staff like we’re WALLPAPER because we are PEOPLE and some of us are SMART and have FEELINGS.”

I guess I’m saying, I instantly like Sorscha and everything she brings to the table

7

Oh so she DOES know, she’s known all this time, she’s Aelin Galythynius

GIRL

SEIZE YOUR DESTINY

YOU’RE THE QUEEN

I kind of wish this was the first book 😂

Already I’m like oh THESE are the characters I’ve heard whispers of. Rowan, Aelin, Manon…

I do like that we got some good worldbuilding out of the way - but this already feels like more of a book, and more engaging somehow.

I definitely didn’t want to stop reading where we did!

[nattinatalia]

That Insta AU…..OH MY GOODNESS IM READY 4 THIS FIC. But here’s some of my favorite comments:

newman I’ve been in Adrian’s life more than you have, so chill with the fake hurt. Immediately I LOVEEE THIS NEW MAN 😭

user tea. Where were you?

newman I took the picture This was under a pic of her saying ANOTHER MAN can be her baby daddy 💀 tell me y’all don’t like this man! Like Jack who?

hisnewgirlname 😍😍😍 They can never be you baby. They can try though. This delusional ass bitch, who gon tell her JACK DOESN’T WANT HER DESPERATE ASS!!

hisnewgirlname Best daddy ever!!!! Can’t wait for you to be like this with our babies. Really Bitch…..😐

yourbestiename You need to mind YOUR business and do your job as manager, nothing else. Stop being so obsessed with him, he’s not going to date u. TELL HER!! PUT THAT N**LAM BITCH IN HER PLACE 🗣️

yourusername I forgot to post these last month, but throwback to Thanksgiving with the Rivera’s ❤️ going into two years with my man, and my baby boy’s birthday is in a few weeks. Life is perfect 🙏🏻 what I’m hearing is that new man ain’t so new 👀 like Jack ANOTHER MAN RAISED YO CHILD!!

jackharlow I don’t even be claiming them. I want to claim you though 🤪🤪🤪 my man is willing to risk his obsessed ass manger and his groupie ass girlfriend 😭

jackharlow I’ll follow that ass anywhere 😇 🤪 THE BOLDNESS OF HIM RN, I cant 💀 like JACKMAN what has gotten into u 🙈

hisnewgirlname YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP. I have your location on Jack. He obviously DOES. NOT. GIVE. A. FUCK. MOVE ON GROUPIE ASS HOE 🙄

blancaa Jack and his entire little circle talk so much mierda when it comes to the way my cousin raises Adrian. But his circle doesn’t question why it took Jack almost 3 years to come looking for his son. All of you love to act hurt or get mad that my cousin is doing better without Jack, she has a wonderful man and a beautiful baby boy, her life is perfect. I’ll be damned if I let any of you losers ruin it for her. Like my cousin said, enough talking, PULL THE FUCK UP!!!!!! I SEE NO FUCKING LIE!! My girl Blanca always speaking facts 🤷🏽‍♀️

druski2funnny 🍿 I’m just here for the shit show. Can y’all just fight already!!? He is messyyy as fuck 😭 and I love it..

YOU MADE MY NIGHT!!!!!!!

😭😭😭

All of this 😂👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

New man isn’t really that new. He’s been around since DAY ONE!!!!!!! we can’t say that about Jack 🙄

Also, he was cheering her on when she took that picture with bad bunny 🤪 win man for sure!!!!!!!! He’s not going anywhere!!!!!!!

Jack, new girl & Neelam might get jumped soon!!! At this rate they all need a good ass whooping!!!!!

[roylustang]

5, 15, and 44 please!

5 are you only doing this because you’re bored?

Tbh I guess I was just wondering if anyone would send something 😂 so thank u for the ask

15 what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

Hmmm off the top of my head it’s probably between the two potential UFOs I’ve seen and one of the many weird coincidences I’ve been a part of that makes the world feel very small. Also how I met Evan so I’m gonna tell that story because I really want to 😂

Evan and I are from the same state (Ohio) and we both were in the same graduating class at the same out-of-state (Louisiana) university but the first time I actually knew of his existence was from when an ultrarunning meme account I was following on Instagram reposted his story. The story was just a selfie of him during his run but I literally recognized the fucking leaves/bark on the partial tree in his pic enough to be like ‘yo is that fucking [REDACTED] park?’—the same park I did a lot of my runs at—so I went to his profile and found out all of the information I mentioned in the beginning. I followed him. He followed me back (which honestly is something I wouldn’t have predicted he’d do now that I actually Know him, but I digress). We exchanged snapchats for reasons I don’t recall. We snapchatted for months but never met up. Then one random Tuesday in like March I was at the NOLA airport late at night after coming back from a trip to New York for (looking back on it) a very surreal reason and as I was going down the escalator I notice the guy standing in front of me and I’m thinking like ‘wait a second……is that Evan????’ And I truly have no idea bc I’ve only seen him in pictures and I can only see the back side of him. I check his calves bc if they look good then he might be a runner and if they don’t then it’s probably not. His calves are huge and I’m like ‘fuck. Do I say something? I’ve never met him in person before and this is probably the weirdest time ever to do it’ and I end up not doing it. As soon as I’m in the Uber back to my apartment he snapchats me and is like ‘was that you?’ And I was like FUCK ‘yeah oh my god’. Anyway, the first time I actually spoke to him was two months later for like 2 minutes right before our college graduation ceremony. A month later I was in Yosemite national park when he called me and asked me to pace him for the Tahoe 100 miler. And weve been best friends ever since <3 lol

44 do you collect anything?

I was HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS LOL mainly because I’ve just recently started collecting something new 😂. Idk when exactly I started but sometime this past year I decided to start collecting postcards of old Works Progress Administration posters from the 30’s/40’s for every national park I’ve been to. Unfortunately, some places were not declared national parks until after the 40s so they don’t have WPA posters. There is another company that makes most of the other postcards they sell at NPS gift shops and one of the styles is definitely intended to imitate the old WPA art style in which case I do get those ones instead. But there are subtle differences. I can’t explain what they are but u can just tell. Anyway, most recently I expanded my collection to include an actual poster (a reproduction) of Bryce Canyon bc it is my favorite NP. And I suppose the ultimate pinnacle of collection would be to get a REAL vintage WPA poster but ngl I could easily see that selling for like $1k+ bc there are only ~2,000 left in existence. But maybe one day.

Anyway, sorry this got so long 😂 but thank you for enabling me (esp for question 44 lmao) to talk about things I think are fun.

[bigwheeldealer]

Wednesday

Current weight: 152.6

I went down a little bit so that’s a plus! I keep yo-yo-ing back and forth and I’m ready to finally get into my 140s sooonnn uggghhh.

I went on a long walk today and I did a short work out. I also waxed my legs which isn’t a workout but it is so physically taxing pain wise it practically feels like it 😂

I’ve been p4rg1ng the past two days which isn’t good, but I’m not sure that I really care much. It’s not that hard to do and I’m so ready to reach my goals already.

I also made this little counter thing for myself. I’ve seen it before on edblr so it’s not my idea, but I kind of did a less cute version with what I had.

It’s just two mason jars and I put the same amount of pens/markers/pencils as I had laying around as pound that I want to lose. Then when I lose a pound I can switch it over to the other jar. Physical little actions and visual reminders of progress are helpful for me, especially since I’m not seeing any physical progress currently to keep me motivated.

[gavinsmg24]

Hehe yes I will try to watch more soon baby! Let’s see if I can do my lil summary before I read yours. So yes we watched first episode. Jimmy! Not Saul! Then 2nd episode. Jimmy saves all of them! Yay! Close and broken limbs. Traumatizing!

Yes you’ve been talking about chuck n Jimmy! So yes chuck has some weird disease? Where electronics like phones and things make him ache or pass out? Like the scene with space blanket and getting the paper

Jimmy finding the family is wild! But also it was partially his fault? But he found a decent way of fixing it. And maybe even nacho will understand and not wanna fuck with him? Bcuz Jimmy was right! He was sloppy! Why is the van still dirty! Dummy! Hehe. And Mike! Helping Jimmy by believing him! Woah! Mike believes Jimmy! 😁

Oh! And so sad that that family is so stuck up that Jimmy found them and still didn’t want him! That’s. Crazy! He had to get something out of it right! It’s only. Sort of. Fair 😖 he was gonna get some outta it from his scam. But! Now he’s got money and made a billboard! It sucks bcuz yes the things he does are scams but the big company won’t even let him use his name! Chuck helps people for the good of it. Jimmy does it but mainly to Get paid. But really that’s why yo ur right. They are both reasonable. Like. Chuck is what people want others to be like. But Jimmy is who everyone is. Living to better himself. Which isn’t bad! He wants his own law business! And he’s gonna get it!!!

Aside from all the things you’ve been saying about the show being good. Plot good. Funny and suspenseful. But also telling a story even when there isn’t dialogue. Yes! Like there’s a scene where Jimmy is in his office and pulls out his couch bed. But then oh! He’s got a customer! So he has to put it right back. All for it to be! Nacho!!

Another wild scene!! Jimmy calling nacho at pay phone and oh god! Car can’t start! Two men!?! Nachos gang? Who is it! What!! The cops! They do a really good job at making you second guess what’s gonna happen hehe. The ally scene I mentioned with the watches. Hehe. All good!

Yes!! Hehe I can Definitely see how someone could pause and not realize! Bcuz there’s good scenes like that! 😂🙈 and! I love talking about this stuff! I love good movies n shows and getting to talk about then is even more fun! Sharing the experience and extending that feeling by discussing! I could do that with you forever 💘💕

And yes the chuck stuff is interesting. Like It could be mental and what he sees n feels may just be him? But it could also be legit. And either way. It’s so odd that it still is interesting. Chuck getting the paper and seeing Jimmy is doing similar antics. Grr. If only chuck knew that Jimmy was trying. Like it’s such a kick in the balls that the wife of the kettle mans said your the lawyer you higher when your guilty. Which yeah but also! They were!! Hmph!

And your right! If Jimmy was bad he would’ve left the twins to die. But he doesn’t want people to die. He just wants to achieve his goals and his golden tongue is his skill! Chuck is judgmental but has a right to be but also Jimmy also has a right to live his life! He messed up in past but this lawyer stuff is better than like. Real crimes

And he is a good brother! He may not be the only person chuck has. But it seems like it. And he brings him food and such hehe. But yes it’s like they’re the same but different in so many ways

And yes! I like when he gets his head in the game for a bit and does his routine. Convincing that other guy to better deals for his client. The day to day coffee and sticker issues with Mike hehe.

And yes! Nacho is interesting. Someone who seems like he’s a higher up gang member but stays under tucos crazy wings. Will nacho keep messing with Jimmy! Well see!!

I’ve responded to the BCS big post now! I hope you enjoy! I know this will spark more talking about it. And that’s okay! I love you speaking your mind! 🥰💕 it truly makes me so happy!

[fnafs-ex-boyfriend]

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

Only 9 😂

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

182,401. Now if only I could put that into a novel.

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Hooo boy. The official list is Hazbin Hotel, TADC, IHNMAIMS, Cooking Companions, YanSim, Deltarune, Great Comet, War and Peace, DDLC, FNAF, Bonnie’s Bakery, Undertale. However, I really just write for whatever I find interesting/have an idea for. Plus like five of those fandoms are one terrible fic so

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. I’m Sorry Your First Day Here Had To Be So Terrible

2. Caine’s Guest Collaborator

3. Sweet Dreams

4. The Two Princes

5. Daisuki Yo Bakery

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Mostly. I try to respond to all of them because I am a small time nobody fic writer but for some comments I just don’t really know what to say

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Before the Story lol. One main character dies and the other one gets possessed.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Caine’s Guest Collaborator. They made it out of the Circus with that one, boys!

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Nobody knows I exist. I am a specter on the wind who whispers about IHNMAIMS

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

No lol I’m too asexual for that. If it’s not plot relevant it’s not to be seen

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve written two crossovers. The worst one is Daisuki Yo Bakery, a horrible crack ship crossover in which Natsuki and Bonnie from Bonnie’s Bakery run a rival cafe against Ayano Aishi, Alice Angel, and Karin Kanzuki. Real dumb shit. I really got to get back to it.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not big enough for that lol

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

I wish! That would be swell

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I wrote a fic in AnAsexualRobotWrites’ Deltarune lore, but she didn’t collaborate it with me, I wrote it myself.

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

Only oc ships for me. Ships in fanfic are more like an “aww cute thing in the story” rather than a think I’m super into.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I had a lot of ideas for continuing Before the Story, but I don’t know if I would be able to figure it out now. Also it would be a lot easier if people actually showed interest

16.) What are your writing strengths?

My grammar and spelling is pretty good. Also I think my prose is good but I’m self centered so

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I don’t really care about fanon, I really just want to write ideas that appeal to me and no one else

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I would enjoy it but would overthink it.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Steven Universe but that fic has been PURGED from the world

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Probably Caine’s Guest Collaborator! Two of my favorite fandoms and I built a lovely little community out of it. Thanks again to @delihar for being my biggest fan!

@everettvanderwall @scribble-brain-aced

The fic writer questions :0

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

15. A bit meager I know, but I’m proud of my work :)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

191,490! A lot more than I expected honestly. Obviously, the biggest contributor is Deltamonarch

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

A little of everything. When I get into a new thing, I usually write at least one commemorative fic for it. Currently I don’t have more than one fic for each fandom, but I have an idea for one more Undertale fic so I might write that in addition to the one I already have.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Angels in the Architecture (Hazbin, Pentious-focused)

2. Smoke and Glass (Slay the Princess, Voice-centered psych horror)

3. Gamers Don’t Die (Deltamonarch 2)

4. Because it Wasn’t a Dream (Deltamonarch 1)

5. Let Sleeping Royals Lie (Deltamonarch 4)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I get so thrilled seeing a comment that I want them to feel that I am grateful for them doing so, so I always try to respond. Even if all I say is “thank you!” I try to respond.

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It’s not finished, but I think Ileum’s Wish has the bleakest ending. Someone dies, and it’s real sad.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably that LukeJamie one. The feelings are reciprocated, it was all just a big misunderstanding, and they’re going on a date this weekend!

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

No not famous enough for that lol. Also generally not controversial enough.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

No, as an asexual it doesn’t interest me at all. I’d probably be pretty good at it if I tried, but the passion just wouldn’t be there.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Haven’t yet, no ideas for it.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

See 8.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

See 8 and 11, but unlike those two I’d really welcome it.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I sometimes help other people with their fics if it counts. The Two Princes has me as a cowriter, but I didn’t actually write it at all.

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

Idk man I don’t think about shipping. I like plenty of ships, but not in like a “I’m a fan” way. I have the most passion for my oc ships

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really want to finish all my WIPs, but the least likely to be finished atm is Ileum’s Wish. I hope to come back to it eventually, but motivation died.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I have better spelling and grammar than the average, and I think my longform concepts are generally well thought out. Also I’m told I write pretty in character.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I lose motivation so quickly. Rip smoke and glass

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Depends on the context? I’m not really sure what this question is asking 😅

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Deltarune! I joined Ao3 because I really wanted my Snowgrave epilogue out into the world.

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

It’s not finished as of now, but I love Smoke and Glass. I have so many really cool ideas for it. It’s really really hard to write though.

@scribble-brain-aced @literalcyborg @bluestrawberry7 @fnafs-ex-boyfriend @fourwingedsnake

[drabbles-mc]

This Isn’t Over

Jax Teller & Sibling!OFC (Natalie Teller)

Whumptober 2022: No.2 Nowhere To Run- Confrontation

Warnings: language, angst, semi-canon compliant for things in s4/s5

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I’ve been staring at this fic for a majority of the day. Coming down with a cold while trying to do Whumptober things is tough lmao. Anyway! I have an entire plan/plot for Natalie’s character (and Happy 👀). This one-shot has nothing to do with any of that, though. 😂 Enjoy some angst between siblings!

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The banging on the front door was on the brink of shaking the entire house. After how long the last few hours had felt, the last thing Jax wanted to do was deal with whoever was turning up on his doorstep. From how aggressively they were knocking, it wasn’t likely that someone was showing him up to try and make life any easier for him.

He felt like he was still half asleep as he fumbled his way to the front door. He was trying to wipe the sleep from his face when he heard his sister yelling at him from the other side, her hands still slamming against the hardwood between them.

“Jax! Open the goddamn door!”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he flipped the two locks on his side, “you have a goddamn key, you know.”

He pulled the door open, unprepared for Natalie to barge in as aggressively as she did, although perhaps he should’ve known. Both her palms immediately slammed against his chest, pushing him back away from the door. That already knocked him off-balance, but he was still going to try and figure out what she was so bent out of shape about. Before he could try to, however, when he was barely upright again, Natalie cocked her hand back and caught him in the jaw with her closed fist.

He caught himself on the wall, eyes wide with confusion as he said, “What the fu—”

Natalie didn’t give him the chance to finish, “What the fuck did you do?”

“What did I do?” He shook his head as he nursed the side of his face. “You’re the one showing up here in the middle of the night and—” he stopped when he saw who else was still standing on his front step, “What the hell?”

“You should be thanking me,” Natalie said with a scoff as she shook out her hand, “I at least told him to leave his fucking gun in the car.”

Jax let out a deep sigh, too tired to try and keep making a scene, “What’s going on, Nat?”

“You tell me.”

He paused, watching as Happy stepped into the house and pulled the door shut behind him. Jax was suddenly hyperaware of everything that had happened. If they both knew everything, Happy wasn’t going to need his gun to prove whatever point he probably wanted to make. Even though she hadn’t said it yet, something about the edge in her voice told Jax that she was already privy to things that no one was supposed to know about. News traveled fast in their circle, but there was only a couple other people who would’ve told her what happened earlier that night. There was only one in particular who had something to gain from it.

In an attempt to give himself a little space between him and his sister, and to try and buy himself a few extra seconds to get his thoughts together, he made his way into the kitchen. He heard their footsteps behind him and knew that they were going to follow him. It still gave him half of a beat to think, though.

Turning around, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Why don’t you just say whatever you came here to say so you can leave, and I can go back to bed.”

Her laugh was hollow, sarcastic. “You’re unbelievable. How can you just stand there and pretend like everything is fine?”

“Everything isn’t fine. You don’t think I know that?” He gestured angrily back towards the door. “I was there, Natalie!”

“Oh, what, so I’m supposed to feel bad for you? Fuck off. You were there because all this shit is your fault.”

Jax backpedaled at that. It was an exaggeration, but not that much of one. Far be it from anyone to say that the two of them were always in the habit of getting along. They butted heads constantly. But there was a different type of venom this time. Natalie was notorious for getting under people’s skin, especially when it was about things that the club was doing. But this felt much more personal than all of that. It was more personal than all of that.

“You know what he did, right?” she asked, her voice trembling from trying to batten down some of her rage.

“Who?” asking was a bit of a snide choice, but in his defense there had been a lot of men doing questionable things lately.

“Clay!” she snapped. “You know what he did to Opie’s old man?”

“Do you?”

She stepped in, shoving him once more so that he landed back against the kitchen counter. “He blew a hole through his goddamn chest, Jax!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Piney was Dad’s best friend. That’s Opie’s fucking father!”

“I know!” he yelled.

She matched his tone, “Then why didn’t you let Op—”

“What would that have done?!” He reached grabbing onto both of Natalie’s shoulders as he spoke, “Tell me, Nat, what good would come of Opie killing Clay like that?”

She shrugged him off before Happy could step in and get between them. “It’s fucking overdue, Jax. Clay should’ve been done the second he laid hands on Gemma. Maybe if someone had given enough of a fuck about that, no one would be in this situation.”

His voice was quieter as his hands dropped back to his sides, “It’s not that simple.”

“I think it is. I think it’s actually really fucking simple, Jax. You just don’t want it to be because then you’ll have to admit that you made the wrong fucking call.”

“You know what would happen,” he shook his head, “if Opie did it? If I let Opie kill Clay at the head of the table like that? You know what would happen to Opie? To the club?”

She scoffed, the sound nearly loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Fuck the club, Jax. Your club’s president just shot another member. How’s that for what would happen to the club?”

Jax had almost forgotten that Happy was in the house with them. He stood silently off to the side, arms folded over his chest as he intently watched the two siblings fire back and forth at each other. Jax knew that Happy must have had an opinion on it all one way or another, but he also knew that Happy wasn’t going to get into it until absolutely necessary. He probably wouldn’t get into it in front of Natalie. It was a smart move, one that Jax couldn’t afford to make given the current circumstances.

He wondered if Happy had insisted on coming along, or if Natalie had asked. After everything that had happened, he didn’t have it in him to try and guess what the gameplan was at this point. “What do you want from me?” he finally asked.

“I want you to admit that you fucked up, for starters.”

“Nat—”

“You’re gonna tell the club about all of this shit, right? What Clay did?”

“Why, so one of them can kill him?”

Happy finally weighed in on the conversation. “Yea.”

Jax sighed. “Hap, come on, bro, you know it’s more complicated than that.”

“Is it?” The question would’ve sounded like a challenge coming from Natalie. But from Happy, it really was just a question.

And that made it that much harder for Jax to try and justify it all. “There’s,” he dragged his hands down his face, “there’s a lot at stake here, alright? A lot of pieces in play.”

Natalie chimed in, “It’ll be one less piece if you let Opie take Clay out.”

“It’s not happening,” Jax snapped, “alright?” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, shaking his head. “He shouldn’t have fucking told you, anyway.”

“What? Like you were going to tell me?”

“Club shit isn’t—”

She cut him off, “Opie is family. Piney was family, Jax. This isn’t just about the fucking club.”

“It’s done, alright?” he asked, looking back and forth between the two of them. “I can’t change what already happened.” He turned his focus to Happy. “I will bring this shit to the table when it’s time.”

Happy clenched his jaw, but said nothing. The nod he gave was almost nonexistent. Jax caught it, though. He wondered if Happy would really keep his mouth shut about it. Happy wasn’t known for being a chatterbox, but he also wasn’t a posterchild for keeping his impulses in check. You don’t get kill-tallys permanently inked into your side without being the kind of person who takes matters into their own hands. And, if he had Natalie in his ear on top of all of that, Jax really couldn’t be confident where the chips were going to fall.

Jax looked at his sister. “I get why you’re upset. I am too, but—”

She scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Look,” his exhaustion and annoyance were overflowing from every word, “I still don’t know all of what’s going on here. There’s still shit that I’ve gotta figure out. No one is making moves until that happens.” He saw the look in his sister’s eyes and he sighed. “I know I can’t stop you, Natalie. You’re gonna do whatever the fuck you wanna do. But I’m asking you, please—”

“You don’t get to ask me for shit, Jackson.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line. For a moment he tried to think of the last time they had a conversation and she let him finish more than two sentences in a row. He came up dry. The thought crossed his mind that maybe that’s why her and Happy got along so well—the guy never had more than a couple words to say at a clip.

“Fine. Then I’m telling you, get the fuck out of my house.”

She stepped in closer to him, putting them as close to nose-to-nose as they were going to get. She didn’t miss the way that Jax flinched slightly. “This isn’t over, you know. You can’t just sweep this away.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I don’t believe you.”

The two of them stood there like that for a moment before Happy reached for her. His hand landed on her shoulder. His fingertips pressed just hard enough to break her focus on her brother. Nothing more was going to get done tonight—Happy knew enough to know that much. But the tone was set, at least. Jax was aware that they knew something more was going on, even if not everyone knew the intricacies of it. Happy was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t going to go out of his way to start anything, but if someone asked him, he wasn’t going to lie for the sake of saving Jax the trouble.

“Come on,” he was urging Natalie despite the fact that his eyes were trained intently on Jax, “let’s go.”

Natalie spoke through gritted teeth as she gave her brother one last push, “Fine.” There wasn’t the same amount of force as before—it was just enough to get under her brother’s skin a little more.

She stormed off towards the front door, flinging it open with more emphasis than necessary. She didn’t bother to stop and wait for Happy, didn’t look over her shoulder to see if he was following. She knew that he would.

The two men stood in kitchen. They stared at each other silently. It was a game of chicken that Happy would nearly always win.

“Better go before she takes your car on you,” Jax said, nodding towards the front door that was still wide open.

Happy disregarded the comment completely. “She’s right—this isn’t over.”

Jax wanted to say something in response but then thought better of it. Instead, he just gave Happy a short nod and watched as the man strode out of his house, shutting the door behind him. Jax let out a deep breath as he walked over, flipping the locks once more.

[morimyulyrics]

Here it is. The final track. The love song. 😂It’s been translated before, but here’s my take on this.

And with this, I’ve completed all of the Op.2 songs!! I still have to go back and double check the Act I tracks with the lyrics booklet, but I’ll do that at my own pace. I’ll also take a little break before I work on Op.3. So it’s goodbye for now! Thank you for all the likes and support so far!! Two musicals to go!

I hope / I will

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, William James Moriarty

Kanji

あれはアイリーンアドラー あの女だ

政府は死んだと告げたが お前がうまく話を付けた そうだろう

犯罪教 あの女は生きてる

あの日の依頼人も アイリーンお前だった

今全てが繋がった してやられたぜ お前に

犯罪教 お前はあの女を 救った完璧に だったら俺も守ろう お前との誓いを

ホームズ 君は僕の元に来なかった 抹殺の真相に気付き 記された名前を見なかった

信じていたよ君だけは 真実を見抜くと 僕との誓いを 守ってくれると

ホームズ君は 闇を照らす光 どんな死の谷を 歩んだとしても この果てで 君と

お前の名は 塵と消えた いいさ必ず 掴んでやる 犯罪教 お前を

Catch me if you can Catch me you can do Catch me if you can Catch me you can do

俺が暴く 俺が捕らえる 幻の先の お前を

I hope I will 深き謎の 霧の彼方で 謎の彼方で

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Romaji

Are wa Irene Adler Ano onna da

Seifu wa shinda to tsugeta ga Omae ga umaku hanashi wo tsuketa  Sou darou

Hanzaikyou Ano onna wa ikiteru

Ano hi no irainin mo Irene omae datta Ima subete ga tsunagatta Shite yararetaze  Omae ni

Hanzaikyou Omae wa ano onna wo  Sukutta kanpeki ni Dattara ore mo mamorou Omae to no chikai wo

Holmes Kimi wa boku no moto ni konakatta Massatsu no shinsou ni kizuki Shirusareta namae wo minakatta

Shinjiteita yo kimi dake wa Shinjutsu wo minuku to Boku to no chikai wo Mamotte kureru to

Holmes kimi wa Yami wo terasu hikari Donna shi no tani wo Ayunda toshitemo Kono hate de Kimi to

Omae no na wa Chiri to kieta Ii sa kanarazu Tsukandeyaru Hanzaikyou Omae wo

Catch me if you can Catch me you can do Catch me if you can Catch me you can do

Ore ga abaku Ore ga toraeru Maboroshi no saki no Omae wo

I hope I will Fukaki nazo no Kiri no kanata de Nazo no kanata de

English

That was Irene Adler That woman

The government said she was dead But you negotiated with them well Isn’t that right?

Lord of Crime That woman is alive

The client that day was you, Irene

Everything has been connected now I sure have been played by you

Lord of Crime You saved that woman so perfectly Then let me do my part and fulfill my promise to you

Holmes You did not come to me You must have figured out the truth and didn’t look at my name

I believed in you, only you that you would see the truth that you would fulfill your promise to me

Holmes, you are a light shining in the darkness No matter what hellish path I take to the end with you

Your name vanished to dust But it’s okay, for sure I will catch you Lord of Crime You

Catch me if you can Catch me you can do Catch me if you can Catch me you can do

I will expose you I will catch you Past all the illusions You

I hope I will At the deep mystery’s clearing At the end of this mystery