#I'm not saying that the fic I wrote as a joke is more memorable than thousands of pages of Buddhology scholarship

[liesonthefloordramatically]

unfortunate side effects of Buddhism fic that I am feeling literal years later: every time I see the Four Noble Truths mentioned I immediately think of Buddhism fic instead of, you know, the thousands of pages I had to read about Buddhism for my quals

[autisticandroids]

15, 21, 23?

15. something you learned this year

i don't know if i can say i learned a new skill as such. but one thing is like... i really enjoyed making three card stud. and it really opened my eyes to like, how much of what i like about the practice of fanfiction is the meticulous remixing/reinterpretation of canon. there's a way in which the AMV is a more... analytical art form than the fanfic, because you are literally forced by the constraints of the medium to keep to the text. all you have are song lyrics and the kuleshov effect to convince your audience to take the new meaning you intend to convey from stuff already in the show. and i brought that ethos to three card stud even though i did add stuff. in a lot of ways three card stud was just me listing off things from canon i think a lot about and saying eh? eh? like. hoping the context would make it clear *why* this stuff makes me crazy. and i think that was a lot of the motivation behind the fic i'm currently working on, which is about dean and cas getting caught by the police. that fic at this point is mostly lists of things that have happened in spn episodes, placed in a new context by baffled feds and cops. which is the fun part. so like basically i learned that this is really fun, listing off canon facts in a new context

21. most memorable comment/review

so the most memorable traditional comment as such i got was probably this one, on i fold in half so easily (ifihse tends to generate the best comments because it's extremely dark without the ways in which it is dark being obviously flagged. so people are more shocked and more forced to think). "Cas: no officer i am very happy please dont tell dean im emotionally complex" is so funny and true that's literally what happens in that fic.

another top contender is this one, on getting serious, which generates good comments for the same reason ifihse does, though it's a lot less intense.

but in terms of my favorite *response to my work,* it was the breastfeeding anon saga (in chronological order here) which was a response to my fic smorgasbord.

and then i wrote a fic based on those anons, and then i got these very funny tags on my fic post:

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

when i tell you about the 120k deanvictor fic which is literally 90k of victor henriksen hunting down a serial killer dean winchester while becoming a little (sexually) obsessed with him and then 30k of victor knowing about the supernatural and moonlighting as a hunter while he and dean suck each others dicks so much.

and also it's about victor's relationship with his two ex wives and his former stepdaughter who he is still emotionally a parent to even though they have no legal relationship and the coworker he had an emotional affair with who he doesn't speak to anymore and how he feels trapped in his life and his job and dean represents this escape for him this total freedom. just living in his car on the road and not having to worry about what your boss thinks or needing to quit smoking. while for dean victor represents this stability and adulthood dean can never achieve. and dean leaves three spare pairs of underwear in victor's divorcé bachelor pad as a kind of little... fantasy. of what life could be like.

anyway the most compelling scene from that, IN MY MIND, is a scene where victor STILL thinks dean is a serial killer. and now he has him in custody. and against his will he's... charmed. by dean. because dean is charming and pathetic, shaking and sweating from mild alcohol withdrawal but still cracking jokes and being friendly and observant and extremely young-feeling, for 28. and earnest in a way he didn't expect. and they're forced to work together against a demon siege, a spin on jus in bello where victor still doesn't find out about the supernatural he's just protecting himself and a prisoner from a threat. and he has the uncomfortable realization that he's attracted to dean winchester (serial killer) (guy he is trying to take down) (has killed so so many people). and he's like well. we can table that for later. and then dean escapes.

so i've been trying to figure out a way to scoop out just that scene and turn it into its own fic because that's actually manageable for me.

the dean and cas pursued by the cops idea also comes a bit from frustration that i can't write this, though the feds in that one are ocs bc it's later.

from here

[a-snow-decahedron]

25!!!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I HAVE TOO MUCH ACTUALLY.

I'm gonna talk both about some hyper-specific UTDR headcanons and under the cut about some OCs I guess.

Frisk is the kind of kid who will tell a very morbid or dark thing they saw once without losing a bit. This is never relevant to the fics unless i choose to change my mind later.

Oh yeah also they live in Latin America but I only reference this in very vague ways because why not they're my fics.

Undyne also had a bunch of overpowered OCs as a kid. Must be the Asgore influence on his kids, her main ones are knight princesses. She hides old drawings in her piano music sheets.

Toriel is a very calm person and won't get sad easily but making her laugh is not difficult and she's LOUD. She'll be walking to a class and just burst out laughing on the hallway but is unable to explain the joke.

Papyrus is a fucking troll, actually this is canon. He is always expecting you to think he is about to talk shit about his brother and baits you because no he isn't. "I'm housemates with a bag of trash /trashy, in the kitchen!" (im rusty on memorizing dialogue sorry :c

Carmin (an OC from when I was 8) had red hair because i was obsessed with it and she's fucking named after a fancy shade of Red which makes it even funnier.

For that one HK fic:

The wanderer (1st narrator) would probably wear a beret if they knew about them just for the vibes. Their companion (who I call trihorn for short) doesn't know them enough to be able to tell if they're ironic or not about it. Oh yeah they also used to write poetry. It was not great but they tried.

Trihorn used to get drunk on honey-based alcohol on their younger days, so they can deal with hangover better. They're a decent singer too. I have more angst planned regarding them than the wanderer for some reason which is funny because i didn't intend for them to be relevant when I first wrote them Hmmmm

Remember what I said about Frisk casually saying really dark things?Harsata (whose name I keep misspelling with a J) is usually the recipient of stuff like that from whoever she's working with. She's the equivalent of those popular Tumblr blogs who get really weird anons and she's just like "ah yeah, we all know that." Oh she also makes lanterns with lumaflies.

There is this OC who I'm writing right now whose name spelling keeps changing a lot too (Tori, may change to Tor, Tory, Vico i have not settled). So do the character's pronouns. I think they're just gender fluid, honestly you ask them their gender and they just respond something like "helmet".

And uh that's it for now.

[fangirlandiknowit101]

Fanfic Writer asks:

8, 16, 18 :)

8: Do you take inspiration from real life? If so, how do you incorporate it into your fics?

I do! I mean, not so often in a "this happened to me" sort of way, but I think I put a lot of my experiences and thoughts into my fics heh. But it's often stuff I just think about, like if I've seen posts online about a topic or I read something in a book. Sometimes if I read meta about characters I can keep that in mind when I write. I was reading and thinking a lot about asexuality so I wrote an asexual sasuke for example. That's one fic where I actually specifically thought "I want to write about an asexual character getting into a relationship" and thought of the plot later. If the fic is about being in love with your best friend... haha... most of the time the fics themselves aren't inspired by real life, I just sprinkle in some stuff here and there from my life experience. When it comes to describing rooms and places i do tend to think about places i've seen or visited to make it easier for myself. But mostly I try to think about the characters and not myself when I write haha and not make it like my own life at all, but I'm sure if you met me in real life you'd notice stuff... ah well. In real life I'm shit at talking about feelings and being romantic and stuff so I guess I sometimes think "what would I do in this situation?" And make the characters not do that lmao.

16: do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character?

Yeah I kinda memorize speech patterns and behaviors. I do this in real life too heh it's automatic (i keep talking like my boss when i talk with clients send help what if someone notices). Then when I write I just play out the scene in my head like I'm watching a play, and the characters act it out within the confines of their characterization. That probably doesn't make any sense but it's how I do it. Like it can depend on the setting in the story ofc but to make an example. Let's say naruto and sasuke are having an argument, and they don't know each other that well. What sort of people are they when they argue? Sasuke is not the type to break down and cry usually, unless the argument is super serious with someone he loves in which case he might get emotional. It's more likely he'll close up and lash out rather than talk about his feelings with someone he recently met, and he probably won't consider naruto's view or feelings. And with that sort of "restraint" on his character and the setting they're in, there are only so many ways the argument might play out on his side. He won't suddenly sit down and talk it through like a therapy session and have a good cry about it. He's not level-headed, he just acts aloof. It's a simplified example, but take your character and put them in 360 degrees 3D mode and examine them from all angles, like really spend way too much time thinking about them, and various scenarios they might be put in and how they react, and compare that to similar situations in canon, though accounting for any differences in setting. If sasuke never makes a dick joke in canon, he probably wouldn't in your fic either (those are for sai lol) if you worry about not being ooc. But if x and y and z happens in your fic, maybe he would make a dick joke, and you have to figure out how to write that in a way that's still true to his character. Maybe it's sarcastic. Maybe it's mocking. (Maybe it's just super funny in which case go ahead). The important thing is that, if you write an au and you wonder if it's in character, pretend it happens in canon instead and consider how that feels. Like when artists flip the canvas you know? The flip side is the canon version of the character. Canon won't account for every scenario and it depends on how fleshed out the character is in canon, but there really is no shortcut other than obsessing a little over them. Also great to read other people's version of the character and see how that feels compared to canon. Not because other people are always right but if there's not a single fic where sasuke makes a dick joke, you might think once or twice on how likely it is that he would make one.

Honestly I don't really think about it when I write, my brain just goes bzzzz if something feels ooc lol and I frown about it until I figure out what's wrong.

Already answered nr 18. Thanks for asking!! 💕

[bonvoyagenoona]

2 , 3 , 9 , 12 , 14 , 21 , 23 , 24 , 25

Thanks for playing with me, anon! 🤩

2) least favorite fic you wrote this year

Oooh, ALSO VERY HARD TO ANSWER! I'll say Matchmaker Drabble 1: The Test because, even though I do love it, I feel like I could have set the ideas up better. Also, I have since learned that I have been using incorrect terminology in trying to describe what I'm doing with them, haha. But that's why this question is hard to answer! Had I not stumbled with some of these things, I wouldn't have learned.

3) favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Ah, this one is actually easy to answer, but I don't want to share it yet because the fic isn't done... man, I love that joke a lot! It's tiny, but it makes me laugh every time I think about it! Because I won't share that, I'd say either the game night scenes and sniper shooting scenes in The Cul-de-Sac Cons, or this line, from another current, unannounced WIP:

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Yoongi’s eyes follow the curtain of your hair as you gently remove your warm, knit scarf and hang it on the coat rack. He finds himself leaning further forward, stealing more of this glance from his office, palms going flat and spread on his desk like an eager child, eyes wide with fascination. A reaction you’re not used to, mostly because they tend to happen in places like the thin slit of light from the crack of an open door, rather than shared brazenly to your face. But isn’t that how it is? For all the people in the world who boast the gift of an ostentatious attraction, there are an exponential amount of people, like you, who work in the business of quiet, simple seduction.

9) longest wip of the year

At one point, it was The Cul-de-Sac Cons, which ended up being 115,692 words total. My longest current and unposted (technically?) WIP is at about 40k. (Three guesses which one it is, haha.)

12) favorite character to write about this year

OMG, the entire AMOMK cast! Those absolute GOOBERS!! As well as -- and this answer came as somewhat of a surprise to me -- Kitt (i.e., You / Y/N / Reader) from Kittenfishing! She really went on a journey! I so appreciated the evolution that she went through.

14) a fic you didn’t expect to write

Haze came out of nowhere, and it shook me to my core. It was inspired by the show Betty, which is produced by the same team that did High Maintenance. Both shows are great at dropping you into really interesting and captivating scenes that are interconnected in some way (NYC, in these two cases), and the scene that Haze was inspired by really touched me.

21) most memorable comment/review

A lot. A lot. People have really touched my heart with their kind, powerful words. In addition to the Countermelody one I mentioned earlier, I'd have to say the comments that 😻 Kittenfishing Anon shared while they read through the fic! That was the first time someone had shared comments and feedback in real-time with me, and it was an amazing, wonderful experience!

23) fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Bon Voyage Noona 2, Last Summer, and Kinetic. It KILLS me that I still haven't gotten to them, but they technically have word counts, so they're technically WIPs! (You can read their summaries in my masterlist!)

24) favorite fic you read this year

I will forever sing my Roomie / @mochilatae's praises for her entire The Roommate series, and, for me, it all started with The Roommate: Namjoon. Changed my life. I mean that. Read it now if you haven't already!

25) a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Idealizations Concerning Real Life Relations by @venusiangguk. Recommended to me by @playmetheclassics. A very singular, interesting experience reading it! That ending reads like the turn in a horror story to me. Like if Jordan Peele wrote BTS fanfic lol.

Fanfic End of the Year Asks - send me one if you like!

[missallsundayyy]

Bandit and A School Girl

For today's fic its gon be bout my BIGGEST crush EVER. CHROLLO FUCKING LUCILFER. So I actually wrote more for this fic I think this is part 5 or sumn but I decide that this is my favourite part to post on this blog so here u go. Something bout Chrollo being a sugar fucking daddy turns me on so hard ON GOD. YES Im a Chrollo Stan and I'll always be ~~~ I actually have this fit posted somewhere as well and IF you guys want more parts just tell me & I'll post it here. Oh and also I don't really write with OC's I guess its just my preference I would usually come out with my own name but in this case I am borrowing a haracter from Seven Deadly Sins......Elizabeth Liones simply because she's the perfect character to portray my fic vision.

"I know that stare and look. Don't. There's something wrong about her. Elizabeth is one of the hottest girls on our campus but boys that goes on a date with her never want to talk to her or even look at her again. Despite that.......she's very smart and also one of the top students here." a boy her age said to Chrollo while he was waiting for Elizabeth to end her class.

He found this interesting, he was getting to know more about her without her telling him. He had already seen first hand that she can be erratic but this was from another pov of the girl.

"Do you think I'm compatible with her then?" Chrollo's demeanor changed to one of those cheeky school boys that had a crush on a ridiculously pretty highschool girl. The brown haired boy laughed and scratched his head "You look much older than Elizabeth and you're probably not from this school. Judging by your appearance and body posture, you're probably a very determined person and also a confident man." the random guy briefly summarised him. Chrollo laughed "Your observation explanations must be a mandatory skill here I guess" he said .

"To be honest, most of us are just trying. God seemed to gift some students here with high IQ and abilities to absorb every knowledge given to them in a heartbeat and Elizabeth is one of them. I'm quite jealous" he joked. "Well don't say I didn't warn you, Elizabeth is very attractive but she's suspicious at the same time and I don't mean it in a good way" Chrollo nodded at the guy's departure with a smile before returning his gaze to Elizabeth "You might be a serpent in disguise " he mentally thought.

"You're not some ordinary guy with a crush yourself" the random student muttered to himself, looking back to Chrollo giving him one last suspicious glance.

Chrollo of course felt the hostile glance, he might be just trying to pursue someone he likes but he will never let his guard down, He smiled to himself

"Elite school indeed."

TIME SKIP

"You know you didn't have to fetch me from class, my dorm is on this campus." Elizabeth said sweetly to Chrollo.

They were walking towards the campus café. "Well there's nothing wrong about wanting to see the girl I like isn't it" he flirted playfully. To anyone that knew Chrollo will find his current behaviour mystifying, he never showed such emotions with anyone but was able to with Elizabeth.

"If you like me so much why don't we go on dates like girlfriend and boyfriends" she joked cutely. He smiled at her not so subtle hint. "If you want me to take you on date you should have just asked. I would love nothing more to go out with you, afterall how can I turn down such a request when a young attractive schoolgirl wants to go out with an old man like me" he teased and Elizabeth burst out laughing. "Oh! so you agree I'm an old man then" he raised his brows down at her. She shook her head still laughing, "You know I don't think that way and I think you're a very very handsome man Chrollo" she said shyly, her face tinted with a slight blush.

"Do you like this school Elizabeth? Are you enjoying yourself?'' They sat down on a bench on the campus grounds and Elizabeth leaned on Chrollo's shoulder. "Oh god that was such a long lecture, I am mentally tired" she whined softly but continued "I love studying in this school but I know and feel there's more that I can learn. It's not enough for me here." she said whilst playing with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt.

He looked so handsome Elizabeth felt like jumping onto him right now. She was zoning out on him , her mind went dirty and she suddenly had a brilliant idea, thrilling if she would say so herself.

"I want to show you something, Chrollo! Come!"

She abruptly stood up and took his hand and dragged him with her towards the campus. Chrollo smiled, she was tiredly whining one second and dragging him around the next.

Elizabeth dragged Chrollo into her Constitutional classroom that was now empty.

"I hate this class the most, it's repetitive and the hours are ridiculous" Elizabeth complained.

Chrollo took the classroom layout into mind "So you want me to burn this class for you my dear?" he asked seriously. Elizabeth turned to him and laughed at his words "You're funny you know that, we're not here for public vandalism" she said softly walking towards him innocently.

Elizabeth grabbed Chrollo's collar and kissed him roughly. His hands instantly grabbed her waists and her small hands roamed and slowly crept its way under his white shirt. Her palms greedily roamed his hard abs, even if she didn't have a view of him, touching him made her see his glory in her mind. She had already memorized him mentally and there is no way she could forget. Her lips left his and she planted small kisses down his throat and her tongue gilded back up teasingly against his Adam's apple. Her lips planted small kisses and she went towards his right right ear.

"We're here so I can suck you off"

She whispered and her right hand palmed his hardening cock through his pants, her voice filled with lust she couldn't contain herself, everytime she thought of him in class she got so god damn fucking wet. Just by the thought of him. He grunt at her vulgar words, he became harder just by her words. "You're very naughty Elizabeth, the classroom is not locked. What if a lecturer comes in then?" he was struggling to finish his sentence because her hand movements were getting too much for him. "Then I'll be in trouble danchou......" moaned in his ear. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her silver hair roughly and yanked her down in front of his crotch.

"You better stop talking like that and put me in that sweet mouth of yours." he growled at her. Elizabeth giggled at his request, her small hands hurriedly fumble with his pants and in a second she had him down her throat. "fuckkkkk..el..elizabet..th yo..you're such a good fucking girl" he moaned and encouraged her actions. His fingers run through her silky smooth hair, appreciating her feminine features greatly. The look she gave sucking his cock like that, the lewd sounds from her doing the deed. The sloppy wet sound echoing throughout her classroom accompanied by her soft moans of enjoyment made him want to stop her and ram her against one of these school desks. He decided against the idea because he loved how determined the sexy young girl was in giving him pleasure like this. Her head bobbed up and down, coating his very large member with her saliva, it was as if she was in her own world.

Elizabeth was truly enjoying what she was doing, she didn't feel forced or obligated to suck him, doing this felt like an honour and she was going to show him that nobody was as good as her. "mhhmmm....." she took his cock out of her mouth with a soft 'plop' sound and licked viciously bottom to top "you're so fuc..mmmm..king big Chrollo, can...have this in my mouth everyddayy??..." he almost came to her dirty talks. "This will be...uhh..the only fucking...cock in that pretty mouth of yours Elizabeth.." she nodded at his words, giving herself 100% to him.

"You're the only one that I will pleasure, no other man will feel my lips, mouth, body but you..." she said, locking her eyes with his. The eye contact was a promise for the both of them, no one will ever touch them in such a way. "Good...show me how good you are for me and make me cum Elizabeth." he said yanking her head roughly making her take him wholly once again.

"mmmmhhh!" the soft noises she was making and the view of her body on her knees with her skirt riding up her thighs flashing him a generous amount of her thick and soft thighs.

Her tongue licked the tip of his head in a teasing manner before roughly sucking his cock again. His large hands had her hair in a ponytail "yes...yes fuck that cock with your mouth.." he urged her, he was almost there and it took Elizabeth to withdraw his cock from her mouth and spitting on it seductively before taking him all the way down again.

"shit! ah..... fucck! fuck Elizabeth!" he grunted and release his seed into her pretty mouth and he made sure to empty everything he got into her mouth. He still had a tight grip on her hair and she was moaning at his orgasm, it was such a godly sight for her.

"mmmmmm that's so much cum down my throat Chrollo.." her voice was soft and innocent, she could feel how sore her throat was becoming. He let go of her hair and closed his eyes, processing the euphoric feeling he just felt because of her efforts. "How many boys have you practiced on, the way your mouth worked was wonders" he complimented her. She giggled and stood up "Well I have dated a few boys in this campus and i have done things occasionally with them."

He had already adjusted himself and his pants was back on, he then remembered what the guy said to him when he was waiting for Elizabeth just now. "You've had boyfriends before you, I don't like it. Shall I kill your past lovers?" he said bluntly. Elizabeth laughed, he could be so cute yet so horrific at the same time

"All the boys in this campus combined could never be as handsome as you" she said.

"Take me to my room and lets have fun" she said innocently but already was walking out of the classroom. He laughed and trailed behind her shaking his head.

"Anything you want Elizabeth"

[ziracona]

so can u tell us a little about ur characterization of Lisa?? What's she like inside and outside of trials? Does she have a lot of lucidity, what were her relationships with others like, would she ever get better, do you think? ( im SAD.) Just. What's she like!! Also, same for Sally? Oh! And I'm rly enjoying two songs by Meg Myers which maybe you'll like? Running up that hill (Cover) and Desire. Maybe check em out? :3 - Sleepy

Sure!

My Lisa is from a bit before the archives for her placed her (early 1970s), because I wrote ILM back when there was no date given for many killers or survivors, so I just hoped they were historically accurate with the things they did mention & went through a fairly exhaustive list of drained swamps in the Southern US & paddleboat makes & placed her according to that data (it’s been a bit so I don’t remember the exact date without looking up my notes) in the 1920s-1930s, I believe? And in her early 20s, since she’s described as a girl & young woman, which DbD usually does only for characters in their early 20s. (Which I’d still assume is her age, bc even though her archives, if you go by them, have her in her teens, they’re not connected to the events of her disappearance/definitely happened before them.)

In trials, Lisa has like 0 lucidity. I talk about this some in chapter notes, so I’ll try to give a quick overview instead but sry if I restart myself. She’s so starved that any time she sees a living being, she is just completely overcome with hunger and can’t do anything but operate on it. Very scary. Feral. Like being attacked by a starving animal. She’s super out of it, and is completely wild and violent and has no control, only the need to eat. Outside of trials, if no one is around, she’s lucid again, but will remember trials and what she did to people, and spends that time in horror and despair. She’s tried to kill herself before, because the last thing she ever wanted was to become the thing she swore vengeance on (the Entity’s a real cruel motherfucker. Did the same to Rin, to Philip, to everyone it could. Likes to really twist decent people into what they would most despair to be), but in the realm, she’s stuck as it. She’s not really aware for trials, but remembers them with decent clarity, and is in constant agony over what she’s done. Unfortunately, suicide does not take in the realm, and every one of her attempts failed, just like her attempts to maim or tie herself up so she wouldn’t be able to hurt people did. She’s horribly alone and despairing, and also in physical agony. She’s at the worst end of what a human can be at as far as emaciation and starvation while still being alive goes, and that’s physically awful. It fucks up your brain chemistry too, and everything is just really fucking miserable all the time. It hurts to move, it hurts to breathe, your breath smells tastes like rotten fruit but in a way that’s so much worth than that can sound. She’s so hungry, her addons are things like dragonfly wings consumed to give her extra stamina. That’s the kind of bare sliver of relief she ever gets. God, poor Lisa’s life is hell. She’s completely heartbroken and isolated and almost dead. As far as relationships go, she didn’t have any for a long time. No one can really interact with her, because she goes feral at the sight of food. She’s kinda utterly alone. But briefly, when Alex, Philip, Vigo, Benedict, and Sally were a group, she kind of got stumbled into, and after a kind of nasty first encounter, was able to regain lucidity around other people, and had a truly sweet and memorable and invaluable bit of time with love and friends and other people. She was kind of in love with Sally, who did her hair for her and was really kind to her, and Sally liked her too. They were close. Lisa was close with all of them. But when things ended the way they did, the Entity took that away. Lisa remembers it, but she could never get them or it back, and was cast aside and left behind until the end of ILM, when she finally got peace and found happiness in finally getting to be at rest in the arms of a friend. Overal, she’s a fairly young and wide-eyed, bright, cautious, fun and sweet girl by nature, now massively traumatized and hopeless and broken, but still with a truly incredible amount of that kind nature retained. She would have really loved reading fantasy novels aloud and exploring the worlds of lore and history, travelling, seeing other cultures and geographic features and animals. Enjoys fashion too, and has a heart for designing and making cool, personal and cultural and symbolic tied designs, and would have been both great at that and loved it if she’d lived long enough. (Shoutout to @artianaiolanthe who inspired the fashion take & it is so suited to her I love it). A little shy, but an extrovert at heart under it, just a nervous one. Loved people. Liked climbing trees and fording brooks and baking bread and throwing rocks and baseballs to knock a target out of a tree and win a prize at little town fairs. Didn’t get the length or quality of life she was owed, and it’s just not fair or okay at all. Liked to watch the stars.

As far as getting better goes, mentally, totally. If they could get her out of the realm or break the Entity’s connection, she’d immediately stop killing. She has never done it of her own free will. She’s a sweet small town kid who was just trying to live her life. As far as physically goes though, Lisa is in one of the worst possible spots. Unlike say Amanda, who was on death’s door but healed by the Entity, or the Legion, who weren’t injured at all, Lisa was on death’s door and like Adiris, did not get healed. Just preserved in that near-death state and forced to work in it. Honestly, it’s possible she could survive long enough to get to a hospital and be saved, but at best, she’d probably live another year. When you starve, your body begins to catabolize/eat your own tissue to save itself, starting with fat, and ending with muscles and organs, which, when it reaches the heart, kills you. Lisa was so close to dead, the organ damage was probably awful, and would leave her with complications that would take her very young. The most likely thing, since she was saved literally seconds before death, would be for her to step outside the realm and immediately die. However, it’s possible she got lucky on body damage and could be saved—kinda up to interpretation—and if say, she was around for Quentin’s Vigil going healing batshit, and got some organs repaired that way, she’d have a real shot. (I also am sad. Lisa was actually the only determinate character in ILM to me/that I wasn’t sure the ending for, and while I am very happy with what ended up being her closure, I also would like to see her live for even more love and peace TuT. Lol, if I ever end up doing my goddamn four fate route fics like I’ve joked now a truly dangerous number of times about doing [>.> me @ me] then maybe she will get a variety of lives in the end). I’m glad you wanted to know! I really like and pity her. This poor kid really did nothing wrong, much like Rin, and just got eternally tortured for asking for help and justice against the monsters who took her life so violently. Fuck Brittany. (Read: the Entity.)

Ahhhh Sally. My sweet, sweet girl. Uhhh, not sure which of the Lisa questions you meant for her too, so I’ll try to speed-answer them all? Sally’s intelligent and understanding and thoughtful, patient, polite, almost elegant despite how impoverished she spent most of her life—she just tries to act like a lady and treat people with as much respect and esteem as she can (unless they suck lol). She’s also very mentally damaged and not there though, and has extremely unstable mood swings, especially into despair. Her relationships with the other killers were limited. She talked to & was on polite terms with any who would talk to her and not be condescending or a dick so openly she’d pick up on it (so like, on cordial terms with Evan, Herman, Caleb if she’d been there that long, but not like, Kenneth or Freddy or someone who wouldn’t bother to put up an act). But mostly, after figuring out she wasn’t really of any use to them, they quit communicating with her. Sally has been extremely isolated since shortly after being taken. She believes that the survivors are innocent and suffering and knows that they don’t deserve the hunt, but has no way to stop the whole system, and has been convinced by the Entity that if she does a good job and earns moris, the ones she strangles to death get to stay dead instead of coming back after death to suffer endlessly again, so she works very dedicatedly and slowly trying to earn kills to save them. It took her physical eyes when it got her and lets her see through it’s powers, and uses that to randomize what survivors look like in her memory so she doesn’t catch wise it’s the same people over and over and she’s not saving them at all. It’s extremely tragic. God it’s one of the most cruel Entity tricks, which is saying a lot. Poor gentle woman is Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a hill day after day year after year and she doesn’t even know how hopeless and meaningless it all is. : (

When the Vigo-Philip-Alex-Benedict team was going, though, she met and attacked, then was convinced to instead befriend them, and quickly became very attached and well liked by them. Met Lisa while with the group, and became extremely fond of her and loving towards her and was truly, truly happy for a brief period of time. Still remembers her, even as lost as all her memories are. Not her name, but what she looked like to Sally, and how her hair felt, and how nice it was. Sally would have considered everyone in that group a dear friend, and in ILM, Philip most definitely becomes her deepest, closest, and best friend, just like she does to him. She’s a very faithful woman to her soul. Loved her family, loved her husband and mourned him, worked as hard as she could. Cared for her patients, and did her best in that hell until the Entity slowly whittled away at her sanity until it broke her mind and left her convinced the only way to end their pain would be to give them death, and she had to do it to save them. Sally loves little pretty things and neatness and collections. Flowers, bows and ribbons, china and colored glass. She would have treasured gifts like decorative holiday cards and carved animal figures and left them on her mantle or carefully tucked in lovingly organized and decorated books she could open to revisit the memory. Likes dresses and skirts and the way the wind feels. Hopeful and very enduring. Loving. Had a mom heart, and will never really get entirely over the loss of her children, but is strong and kind and will find new love that makes life still worth living in other people. Will remember both kindness and cruelty a long, long time. Loved Quentin from the second he gave her flowers (Dwight: Quentin, why did the entity let you have three moms? Quentin: Because I fucking earned it >:[“ [author’s note: he did. God that poor kid...]). Loved Kate from the day she sat with her in a hospital and held her hand. Is like that. Remembers small kindness and treasures them.

Sally could definitely recover. Not all the way probably, physically or mentally, but by far enough to be complete and happy and realized and who she wants. She never meant to hurt people, so she really just needs some stability, and I think she finds that with her new family. I mean, it is a lot to adjust to. It’s been like nearly 100 years. The Entiry broke her mind, and she’s got some damage that just probably can’t ever be fixed, but a lot can be, with drugs and treatments and therapy and kindness and a good support system, and honestly, the biggest things she needs are people to keep her memories together and herself present, and influences to protect her from being manipulated and controlled now that she’s so suggestible and easy to hurt, and she’s got that. I am 100% certain that while some things—the scatteredness, the ease of slipping into other moods especially deep sadness, the different way of thinking altogether—never leave her, she gets better in the most important ways and is truly happy and quite functional and what she wants to be. While there’s no way (yet anyway lol. Cybernetics that good when?) to give her new eyes since the Entity ripped hers out, and she’s blind now, and can’t be changed, her seeing eye dog does a great job for her, and she’s very happy and adjusts well. She has a lot of friends to be her eyes, and learns to lean into what she can do and has a quite fulfilling and blissful life outside the realm in ILM.

Also: thanks for the recs! I’m going on a run soon, and I’ll add those to my iPod and give ‘em a listen if I can. Hope this answered what you wanted to know! ^u^

[imaginegladions]

Sitting here trying to thing of some hidden "malicious" intent in protag that Nihilego could bring out, but I'm bad @ things but I feel like that lil scenario thing could totally work adter the headcanons you wrote about protag goin' out hunting UB with Looker *finger guns*

You mean this fic where Reader is catching the Ultra Beasts? :)

Well, this is actually an excellent concept! So, I’m making this the sequel (??) to Crazy Little Thing Called Rotom since someone also asked for angst.

Alolan or Not

A/N: After writing this idk if it’s still angst but eh.

Summary: Everyone gets their fair share of haters. Even Alola’s Pokémon League Champion.

You were happy with how your life turned out. Well, mostly.

Sure, it was a struggle getting settled in a place with such a different culture compared to where you’d grown up. You expected your first adventure to involve gyms, lots of civilisation, the ability to ask anyone for directions or check into buildings if you get tired during the journey.

The earthy nature of Alola hardened you into a nature lover like no camping trip or picnic ever did before. There were no hotels to check into, either there was a sudden unlikely opening at the closest motel or you camp out under Alola’s bright starry sky.

You weren’t born in Alola but Alola adopted you into its fold like a loving mother.

And frankly, not everyone was so loving.

“Oh look, it’s the Kantonian stray.” A teenage boy snorted, leaning confidently against the bark of a nearby tree.

You sighed. It wasn’t like you were looking for a fight. You were out again on Looker’s request. He said there were more Ultra Beasts popping up near the Battle Tree, an area that Victor - the teenager - frequented. As he spoke, he was exiting the long evacuated Battle Tree. You were past arguing with him, looking for the Ultra Beast was more taxing and more important than his criticism. 

Still, you felt you should warn him. “This place is under investigation by the International Police, Victor. It’s dangerous. You should go home to your grandparents.” You said frankly.

“My grandparents are the oldest and wisest Alolan trainers there are. If they were younger they’d take your Champion seat easily. The only reason you got it was because of your uncannily impeccable timing.” Victor countered, edging closer towards you to the tall grass.

“Seriously, Victor. This isn’t a joke. There are a dangerous species of beasts here and the International Police will not be able to reach us in time to save you if I can’t protect you.” You frown, spotting a faint rustling in the grass ahead of you. “Run.”

“Oh? So, you admit that you’re too weak to protect anyone, Champ? That you’re not fit to have the title of First Champion of Alola because you don’t belong here?” His voice rose in aggravation.

The rustling grew quiet and you raised a hand to silence him. A rustle of grass to your right made you gasp as an Ultra Beast emerged from the foliage.

You turn to Victor with wide eyes and shout again. “RUN!” 

Victor stalls for a few seconds and it’s a few seconds too long. You jump in front of him and take the full impact of the Beast’s attack. 

Except, it’s not an attack. It doesn’t feel piercing or aching or throbbing, but it feels like it’s consuming you. You open your eyes and are greeted by the unwelcome sight of white engulfing your form and paralysing you from the elbows up. You immediately recognise the Ultra Beast you are fighting and your eyes widen in realisation. 

It’s Nihilego, and it’s trying to possess you. 

It’s Nihilego, whispering about you. About your inadequacy. About how you aren’t fit to be champion. Victor was right. You didn’t deserve it. It should be someone people in Alola know. Someone they look up to. It should be the Professor. It should be Hala. It should be Hau. It should be an Alolan. Not you.

Not you. Not you. Not you because you are from Kanto. You don’t belong here. You don’t belong. You’re not from Alola, so you are a-

“Monster.” Victor whispers as he scrambles away on his hands and knees. “Monster!” 

You feel Nihilego pulling forward to attack him but you dig your feet into the soil as deep as you can and pull back. “I won’t let you… do that.” You groan, feeling Nihilego’s tentacles pulling you into it’s submission.

Your hands twitch, your thumb shaking over the button of the Pokéball in your hand. If you can just call one of your Pokémon. Any of them will do. You’re certain that they can take on this Beast. But Nihilego’s tentacles are strong and they keep you paralysed. 

You think of your life in Alola. You think about the friends you’ve made, of the people who supported you, who pushed you forward. You think of the Professor’s love for the Pokémon League, of his passion for building one in Alola. You think of Lillie’s cautious fascination and wonder, of her love for the world she’s only now beginning to enjoy. You think about Hau and Hala who first welcomed you to the region with wide smiles and warm hearts. You think of everyone, every Trial Captain and Kahuna that pushed you further in your skills at battling even until you reached the League and became the face of their region.

And lastly, you think of Gladion. Of his subtle care for Pokémon, of his dream of making sure no Pokémon is ever hurt again like his Silvally was. You think of his rare smiles and his few but memorable compliments and his arms around you surrounded by Luvdisc as he asks you to go out with him.

Right, you have a date tomorrow.

You have a date with Gladion.

The most caring and wonderful person you’ve ever met.

“I can’t…” You say, grinning as you press down on the button of your Pokéball. “Be late.” Your Silvally emerges from the ball and you laugh at the irony as it slams hard enough into Nihilego to make it give up its hold on you. 

You pant as you pull a Beast Ball from your pack and throw it with all the strength you had left, aiming precisely at Nihilego’s umbrella-like head. 

The Beast screeches as it gets sucked into the ball, shaking three times before admitting defeat.

You fall to your knees, completely wiped out.

Silvally caught you and let you lean against it as you turned to check on Victor. “Are you alright?” You ask.

Victor stares at you, unresponsive. 

“Victor, I need to know if you’re injured.” You say, trying to reach out and check him but Silvally lets out a cry of dismay as you slump lower against him almost lying on the ground in exhaustion. 

“I’m not hurt- I-” He started, struggling with his words. “I’m-”

“Oh, Victor!” An elderly couple accompanied by Looker walked straight into the tall grass and pulled Victor to his feet. 

“We were so worried, when we saw the police come by the fishing village. We were hoping to surprise you and watch you battle. You do it so splendidly.” An older woman coos at her gaping grandson. “And when we heard it was being evacuated and you weren’t anywhere to be found! Oh, we were worried sick, right Walter?” She turned to her husband.

Her husband, Walter, nodded. “We’re glad you are alright.” Walter then turned to you and smiled. “Thanks to our Champion.”

You subconsciously try to straighten up only to fall back down into a pair of familiar warm arms.

Familiar black clothed arms.

“I keep tripping into you.” You laugh, leaning into Gladion. “I didn’t see you arrive.”

Gladion pulled you up with the help of your Silvally. “Looker called, he said you were taking too long with this particular Beast so I was here as back up.” He brushed your hair away from your face. “Looks like I was late. Did it try to possess you?” He asked, his face serious.

You imagined Gladion standing far from you, watching as you are engulfed in the same way his mother was in Ultra Space and you understand why he hadn’t come sooner.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” You say.

Gladion tightened his hold on you. “You faced it and you defeated it. That alone lets me know that you’re much stronger than it.” He says encouragingly. “And I already know that.” He looks you in the eye and gestures to Victor. “He knows that.” 

You watch as Victor is taken away by his grandparents, smiling at how they were already lecturing him. You’re so engrossed that Gladion’s chaste kiss to your cheek catches you off guard. Your eyes meet. “Everyone will know it, too.”

“Know what?” You ask. 

Gladion smirks. “That you are a Champion they don’t deserve. Alolan or not.”