#YOU CAN GUESS WHAT KIND OF FIC IT WAS I AM NOT GOING TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU

[dbphantom]

[sitting up straight in bed] i have GOT to rewatch water-7/enies lobby

[viktorrights]

I don't think I've ever been this frustrated with a fic before. It's genuinely one of the best reads this fandom has to offer; the plot, the characters, the pacing all work very well. And yet! Each time I got immersed in the story, something (like a lack of periods at the end of sentences, characters' names without capital letters, no commas in obvious places, sometimes a word or two that got skipped for no reason) kicked me out of it.

I'm just really confused why you didn't think it'd make this fic even better, if you put each chapter in any free writing app (even google docs) and check it for spelling and punctuation mistakes. You don't need a beta. Your writing is great. It would take a moment, and then your work would be excellent.

Maybe minor mistakes catch my attention because I'm a teacher and English is my 3rd language. I get you don't want to obsessively check every paragraph or you're dyslexic. We have software for this!

You're clearly very hard-working, so it shouldn't be a problem to check your text for silly mistakes (that we all make). Correcting them, next time you write something, won't take more than 5 minutes of your time. But the effects will be there.

hi condescending internet stranger! i've actually been in the process of slowly going back and doing some basic edits. i'd like to bring to your attention that I am in graduate school, I work TWO jobs on top of Freelancing and still make time for this. this was originally supposed to be something fun for me and what I assumed was the couple hundred or so people that would engage. it's been deeply overwhelming for me to see the response its gotten. usually it's great. but people like you are making putting out more work extremely stressful because the pressure to be perfect is umm. a lot. and not why i started fic writing in the first place. this is a free labor of love i am putting out because I LIKE IT.

i guarantee you that diligently going over every single word of a 90k long piece of work takes up a LOT more than five minutes of my time, which may i remind you - you aren't entitled to any of. I do the best i can considering I often have 12 hour days.

i actually do run it through a basic checker. so miss me with that. what i will not do is run it through an AI software - which based on your tone is what I'm guessing you suggest I do. and accusing someone of having a learning disability is kind of insane - especially for a teacher ?! i'd really suggest you watch yourself with that kind of language. much more harmful than missing a few periods.

have a nice day :)

[wasawattpadkid]

Idk really how to ask for a request but could you maybe do a randy × reader at some point. Fluff, Smut idc i just love him and theres not enough fics of this man

There really isn't enough fanfiction for that boy so I'm happy to help! Hope you like it 💕

Be Kind, Rewind

Pairing: Randy Meeks x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

"Back again I see," Randy said happy to see your face. You pursed your lips handing him your tape. "Did you remember to rewind it this time?" You huffed leaning on the counter. "Yes, smartass." He smiled setting the tape on the return cart. "Well don't keep me waiting." Randy had been waiting all weekend for you to come back to give him a review on his movie. "I hate to say it but you missed with this one."

"What! Prom night is a classic." His voice was loud making the store look at the both of you. "Sorry." You mouthed to the people around you getting embarrassed by the man. "It was a total Carrie rip-off. I like Jamie Lee Curtis as much as the next person but that movie blew." Randy plugged his ears walking around the store humming so he couldn't hear you. It was a childish move. You laughed following him around. "I can't believe this right now. I thought we were friends." Randy was dramatic and only part of it was acting.

"We are! What'd you think about the movie I gave you?" Hearing that he stopped in his tracks turning to face you. "Career Opportunities really?" The tone of his voice let you know that for the 6th time in a row, your hints went right over his head. You sighed as Randy prepared himself for a rant. "I don't understand how you can watch that crap. It's not realistic. A nerdy loser never has pretty girls pining over them. It's just a trope in romantic comedies to get men hopeful that some babe would ever like them back."

You pursed your lips with a nod. "Guess that means I'm not pretty." Randy grabbed a handful of returns putting them back where they belonged. "You're beautiful I've told you that. Why would you say something like that?" You could laugh at how oblivious he was. Sometimes you wish you were some cheesy horror babe in a movie so he'd actually understand you for once.

"You said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls crushing on them." So that must mean I'm not pretty." Randy's brain malfunctioned as he replayed your entire conversation. He didn't understand what you were getting at.

"Randy you geek, I like you. God, do I have to spell it?" The poor boy froze as a woman walked up behind him. "Excuse me sir do you know where the Clint Eastwood movies are?" Randy didn't respond. "Um, they should be over in the western section." You walked the old woman over to the aisle. "You like me?" Randy shouted causing the whole video store to go silent. Every customer in there looked at the crazed teenager. "Here you go, ma'am." You ignored Randy pointing towards the movies.

Your friend ran over to you not paying attention to the newfound attention. "Thank you, sweetie." She replied quickly getting away from Randy. "You like me like a brother right? I've gotten that a lot over the years." You shook your head letting him figure the rest out on his own. "A cousin then? Maybe even a step-sibling?"

The questions made your nose crinkle. "Ew no." Randy still needed to narrow it down. "You like me like a best friend then?"

"Are you brain dead? She has a crush on you." A random customer chimed in annoyed with the boy. You laughed at the bystander. Randy just stood there bewildered. "Wait so I'm a nerdy loser?" Confusion washed over your features. "You said that I said, "nerdy losers never have pretty girls pining over them." So what I'm some nerdy loser?"

"Do you seriously want me to answer that Prom Night?" Randy gestured with his hands as he spoke. "It's a classic ask anybody!" You simply squinted saying everything you needed to with your eyes. "Okay maybe I am a nerdy loser but what does that make you for liking me?"

"According to you, it makes me ugly." You laughed setting the poor boy up for failure. "N-now that's not what I meant. I didn't know you liked me when I said that." Your hand covered your chest. "Does that make me the exception then?" In movies, there were rarely exceptions to the rules. They were plain and simple. In romance movies, the ugly chick never gets the hot guy. The exception is if she has a makeover that removes her glasses and straightens her hair. In horror movies, there can only be a final girl if she's a virgin. The exception in that scenario is if the movie has laid out basic rules just to show the audience they can break them.

In this case, however, he could make an exception to make an exception. "I'm not sure. It makes me the luckiest nerdiest loser ever I know that much." You leaned forward pressing a quick kiss against his lips. His eyes grew wide as you pulled away. "You're going to kill me aren't you?" He said breathlessly.

The bell on the desk rang grabbing Randy's attention. He walked over helping the customer with their tapes. "Do you want me to kill you?" You asked with a laugh not worried about the customer overhearing your conversation. "I would say I have so much to live for but your just about all I have so it's up to you." The guy at the desk rolled his eyes as he grabbed his things. "I think that's romantic." You walked away from the desk making Randy follow you.

"Are you being serious about liking me?" Unfortunately, Randy has been played before. Stood up just for others' entertainment. You two had been friends since you were kids and he didn't expect you to be that way. That being said the alternative made less sense. "I literally just kissed you." Randy thought about that for a second. "Can you do it again just so I can make sure?" It was a pathetic attempt at being smooth but Randy made it work. You cupped his face in your hands taking your time to kiss him. His eyes closed focusing on your lips.

"Randy!" His boss barked making the two of you jump. "Don't make me fire your ass again. I don't pay you to make out with customers." You smiled at the man earning a dirty look in return. "Y-yes Sir." He stuttered out in fear.

"We can talk about this later if you want?" Randy shook his head. "I get off at seven could I pick you up at eight?" Neither of you had discussed what movies you'd watch. "I don't have any new movies at my place." Usually when the two of you hung out you'd force each other to watch movies you both picked out. "I was thinking dinner." He said almost nervous. You could tell him a million times you liked him and he would never believe it fully. You were way out of his league.

The idea of a date made butterflies hit the walls of your stomach. "I'd like that but we're seeing the new Robin Williams movie afterward. You pay for tickets I'll pay for snacks." Normally he'd argue about your choice in movies but this time he was over the moon. The bell rang once again making Randy regretfully walk away. You followed him walking in front of the counter. "I'll see you at eight for our date." It was adorable seeing the way he lit up at the word "date."

"I'll see you then Y/n."

[hermiola]

Writer's Meme, 2024 Edition

I've been tagged by @turquoisedata 💜

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How many works do you have on ao3?

14. 6 Good Omens + 8 MCU, but we have to go back to 2014 and 2016 for those. I also used to publish on an Italian fanfiction archive where I have 70 more fics (I went back to check and count them after approximately two thousand years and HOLY SHIT, I didn't remember them being so many! My first fic is more than 20 years old WTF).

What’s your total word count?

150.000 words on AO3. But I'm guessing it's waaay higher than that (the Italian archive doesn't show the word count 🥲).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My GO fics have the most kudos (given the popularity of the fandom + the fact that they're written in English and not in Italian). I have 6, so the top 5 is basically all of them:

Take a Little Love From Me (Pretty Woman AU)

Final Breakthrough (Now!) (Post-Season 2 Fix-It)

Crazy Little Thing (Called Love) (Non-S2-complying silliness)

When Hell Freezes Over (Human AU with magician!Crowley and critic!Aziraphale)

Let There Be Rock (First meeting after 1967)

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I do! I don't get that many, so it's not overwhelming, and I just like to respond. As I said somewhere else, my experience in the GO fandom has been mostly a solitary one (recently not so much though!) so I just like to interact whenever I can.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I'm going to consider only the GO ones because I feel like the others have been written by another me entirely (also I'm not sure I even remember them).

So it's definitely Let There Be Rock.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'd say all of them, but Take a Little Love From has a proper epilogue and everything. I guess their happiness has more space there than elsewhere.

Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, but not anymore.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not that I know of.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I LOOOOVE reading smut (especially in those chonky slow burn fics), but I can't bring myself to write explicit smut for some reason. I love describing the tension and the heat of the moment (I love UST so much I'm going to marry it tbh - like nothing makes me happier/hornier than two people who want to fuck each other but can't for some reason - am I edging myself? IDK) but when it comes to my own writing I feel like spelling out the details just ruins the moment. I do think it's my ace showing in some way. But, anyway, I read the filthiest filth so this definitely doesn't apply to reading. And who knows, maybe one day I'll try! I'm not ruling anything out.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I used to translate HP fics back in the day (from English to Italian). We're talking 20 years ago. And it's funny when you think about it, because I translate novels for work now 🤣

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, always back in the day with HP. I'm still friends IRL with the girl I wrote them with (we actually met because of HP) (this is as good a time as any to say FUCK YOU JKR).

What's your all-time favourite ship?

This depends on the hyper-fixation of the moment. I cannot multitask with my OTPs. If I get obsessed with a new one, I retire the previous one. Like I could split my life into different time periods just based on my OTPs. Ron/Hermione has been my personality for YEARSSSS, but now I can barely think about HP without cringing. Another BIG ONE was Clint/Natasha from the MCU (which explains my look here on Tumblr), but the MCU as a whole has gone a bit stale for me (with few exceptions). And now it's all about Crowley/Aziraphale - it's so bad I had to unretire from fanfiction writing after almost 10 years LOL.

(I like many other ships but not to the point of *obsession*).

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

The only one I can think of is a Clintasha Actors AU, but I don't think I have it anymore, and I wouldn't finish it even if I had.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogues and banter are my favourite things to write, and I think it shows.

What are your writing weaknesses?

English is not my first language, so my writing lacks variety I think. I feel like I have always the same phrases stuck in my head, so it's probably kind of repetitive, especially when compared to some of the fics I read. (But when I started writing my first GO fic in English I wasn't even sure I could *actually* do it, so I'm proud of myself either way!).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's okay! I personally would ask a native speaker to help me (if possible) instead of going the Google Translate route. Being Italian and watching/reading almost exclusively in English I know how silly it sounds when the characters start speaking your language and they're saying nonsense (but no harm done even in this case, imo, especially in fanfics. In movies, though, it's just lazy!).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

HP, back in 2004 (welp).

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

None, thankfully. If I'm writing fanfic it means I'm in the late stage of hyperfixation and I don't wish that on myself if I can help it. Like I used to read 50+ books a year before GO S2. It's bad!!!

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Take a Little Love From Me mainly because it's the one I've spent more time with.

Tagging some people if they feel like doing it (but no pressure at all!): @beerok23 - @sabotage-on-mercury - @gaiaseyes451 - @leviosally

[shadesofmauve]

Colors!

My thumb's been fucked up by a steroid shot to the point where I can't hold a pen to draw, but the light touch of a watercolor brush is mostly okay, and I had dot cards for Daniel Smith and DaVinci paints, so I've spent the last few weeks unleashing my manic color goblin.

Friends, I've painted so many happy little rectangles. And it has been a journey.

I've found that one of the most-referenced sources for pigment lightfastness is a hard-coded website straight out of the 90s that also talks about UFOs and human evolution. (I don't know what the guy says about human evolution, because I'm afraid to find out, but it makes me very happy that a site like that still exists).

I've learned you can make lovely purples with a cool red and phthalo green, which actually MAKES SENSE, I GUESS, but is still a bit weird and awesome even though I understand the color theory.

I've painted with the Danger Colors.

(Cobalt, manganese, chromium, and cadmium. DO NOT LICK).

I've finally spelled phthalo often enough that I can remember it!

And I've fallen deeply, desperately in love, then had my heart broken.

It's name was DaVinci Phthalo Turquoise (pigment code PB16). When I painted it out it was beautiful; smoothly flowing into a perfect fade, the deepest, most inviting pool of cool, saturated perfect teal. I burst into song. A choir of angels descended to sing backup vocals. I never used to believe in love at first sight, but I was wrong.

...then it dried.

It dulled so much. It was still fine. Nothing special, but fine. Whatever. I'm over it. I am a strong, independent artist. I don't need that kind of negativity in my life.

There's still all the other colors. Colors that didn't betray me. Much.

Here, Monkey is helping model the last swatch tests, which helped me choose which cool red to buy. The phone doesn't capture all the nuance, but they also started out fairly close. (I went with column 3, DaVinci's PV19 quinacridone rose madder).

So... if you're one of those tenacious, patient people who follows my fic, and you've been wondering why I haven't posted, I suppose I really just have one thing to say:

Colors go brrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[nikosama13]

Stolen! Pt.2 (Sanji x Reader)

Description: Your family had created the perfect plan for you.. and that plan was for you to go out with rich men. But you wanted someone who would love you for who you are. But this time your family didn’t give you a choice, since you had rejected everyone else in the past. This time you would marry the man that they had chosen for you. That would always stay like that.. until a blonde-male showed up. Oh, his name..? Vinsmoke Sanji.

(This is Pt.2, please read Pt.1 if you haven’t already)

Side Notes: Hello my loves! Please consider following for more fics, this was rushed because I am currently living off of some off brand chips and soda. (Probably spelling errors + my requests should be open) (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

\Pt.1 of Stolen!/

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Enjoy the read!

~~~ As you two both left Sanji’s place of work people shot you mean glares, whether it was the guests or the cooks themselves. It was as if they knew exactly what had happened a second ago.. 

They were probably just shocked to see you falling for Sanji, because well.. Sanji was Sanji. The way he acted and talked, everyone made fun of him for it. However he just simply ignored them. He opened the door for you, kindly sticking his arm out signaling for you to walk through first. When you did, you saw Sanji’s head turned. It seemed that he was sarcastically smiling and waving at a certain chef. He looked to be around his 60s and was even missing a leg!?

 The older man gave him the meanest look you’ve seen in awhile and snickered, turning away. You brushed off the thought and waited for Sanji to come outside with you. After a few, it had seemed as if you two were walking forever.. Unsure of where he was even taking you. After all he was technically a stranger to you, but his aura and demeanor seems kind and trustworthy. “Ah.. forgive me Miss y/n… I know I never properly mentioned where we are headed to but I can assure you that you’ll love it.” he smiled, his hand slowly traveled towards yours.

You felt a slight burning flush on your face as your hands intertwined. 

Eventually, you both arrived at a small park. It looked as if it was magical, the sunset in the distance and the small animals running around felt like you were a princess. Like all of your dreams were coming true.. “It’s beautiful..” you looked into the distance with shock. “I promised I’d take you somewhere nice~..” he smiled and looked at you. As you both began walking further into the park you began to talk about yourselfs, mostly you. You spoke about your family back at home and how you’d gotten into the situation with your “date” in the first place.  He smiled and laughed at the bizarre tale. “So I see.. that’s basically what you’ve been trained to do..?” “Yes, I guess so..” you looked down, ashamed of believing that your parents were right for so long. “Well, if you don’t mind, darling.. I’d like to change that..” he smiled in a charming and mischievous way.

You on the other hand were clueless on what he was hinting to do.. Eventually he suddenly stopped walking and grabbed your waist with one swift movement. He leaned in closer to your face and smirked.

“May I..?” his words sound like a soft melody.

You blushed heavily in realization..

He wanted to kiss you. “I- I-..” you froze, speechless. He took a bold guess from the look in your eyes. You wanted to say yes but couldn’t form a single sound at that moment, and so he took it upon himself and kissed you.

Sanji kept it nice and gentle with you. His lips moved on yours in a gentle and caring way. When he pulled away you looked like melted putty. You didn’t want him to stop.. “S-sanji-..” you began to unfreeze a little. “I assume you want to go back to my place..?” he smiled with his cheeky grin, as he cut off your sentence and took the words right out of your mouth. “Yes.. I g-guess..” he took your hand in his and led you out of the park. That night only you and Sanji knew what happened…

Oh well including the whole chef crew and Zeff because Sanji decided he wanted to brag about it to them, but he wouldn’t tell you that of course.. ;) 

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The End!

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[i-will-be-small333]

Love in The Fast Lane

fanfic ⭐️

Lando Norris

authors note- i hope u all love it, this took me forever lol but it’s very cute

warnings - none. kissing ig? but very normal other wise( unlike my other fics)

Please note this if you like it! if u can leave a comment that would be nice too!

Enjoy!

There you sat in a cozy little bookstore on a rainy afternoon. The shelves are lined with old novels and the air is filled with the scent of coffee and vanilla. You came here to do some silent reading by yourself, but little did you know that fate had something else in store for you that day. You have always found your close friend, Lando Norris to be pretty attractive. But in your fear of ruining your relationship as friends you never acted on it.

You entered the library at around 6 in the evening. The sky was absolutely pouring and the smell of rain filled your senses. Upon entering the library, you shake the rain off your umbrella and spot Lando sitting near a window.

"Hey Lando! can I join you here?"

"Sure y/n! I would love that" he says politely.

Lando had always been a gentleman. It's one of the reasons you found him to be such a good friend and also the reason you were sort of crushing on him. "Thanks Lan. So what are you doing here in the Library?" "I honestly don't know, I've never been much of a reader, I guess I was bored." " Nice, I'm going to go fetch a book, see you in a minute". Lando nods at you. You get up and go to the romance section of the library. Romance books are your favorite kind of books to read. While searching around for a book you zone out and start thinking about Lando. The ways his eyes change color depending on the weather, the ways his eyes shut when he's smiling too much, or the way his smile can melt hearts and disarm the toughest individuals. Suddenly you realize your thoughts are going somewhere else, so you gather yourself grab a good book and walk back to where Lando was sitting.

"So, what book did you pick out y/n?" Lando inquired. "Oh, just some random romance book I spotted, I think I might issue it" you answered him cheerfully." Daydreaming about someone?" Lando joked. " What? No!" you answered with an exasperated expression on your face. " Relax, I'm only joking! But now I'm curious y/n" " Lando, I swear to God, I will kill you today and _I'm_ _not_ joking."

"So, what book did you pick out y/n?" Lando inquired. "Oh, just some random romance book I spotted, I think I might issue it" you answered him cheerfully." Daydreaming about someone?" Lando joked. "What? No!" you answered with an exasperated expression on your face. " Relax, I'm only joking! But now I'm curious y/n" " Lando, I swear to God, I will kill you today and _I'm_ _not_ joking." Lando looked at you with an amused look on his face. Oh my God. You could kiss him. You looked into his eyes for a second. He looked directly into yours. As you gazed into Lando's eyes, the world around you melted away. His piercing blue irises held you captive, their warmth and kindness enveloping you like a gentle embrace. you felt lost in their depths, drowning in the intensity of his gaze, your heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. Suddenly you felt your gaze lingering too long, and your cheeks flushed with sudden shyness. You snapped your eyes back to reality, breaking the spell, and pretended to study the nearby bookshelf instead. His eyes were etched deep into your memory.

You pull out a little book in which you were writing the points to a small romance story that you planned on releasing in Wattpad. "Hey, what's so captivating?" Lando asks, peeking over your shoulder.

You jump, startled, and try to compose yourself. "Oh, just writing a scene for my book."

Lando's eyes scan the page, and his eyebrows rise. "Ah, I see. And what's this I see? Am I the inspiration for the dashing hero?"

You feel your face flush, and you try to play it cool. "No way Norris."

Lando chuckles and leans against the desk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "And what's this romantic gesture the hero is making? 'Lando's eyes held you captive, his gaze burning with intensity"

You laugh, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Well, I might have gotten a little carried away."

Lando grins mischievously. "I think it's great. But don't you think it's a bit...cheesy?"

You laugh, and he joins in, his deep voice rumbling. Together, you laugh so hard that tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

As you wipe your eyes, Lando asks, "So, does the heroine get her happily ever after?"

You smile slyly. "You'll have to wait and see."

Lando raises an eyebrow, still chuckling. "I'm on the edge of my seat."

You both continue laughing, the tension between you palpable, but in a good way.

You sit on the couch, Lando beside you, the tension between you increasing with each passing moment. Your laughter from earlier still lingers in the air, but now it's mixed with a nervous energy. You both know that the conversation is about to take a turn.

Lando turns to face you, his eyes locking onto yours. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice low and husky.

Your heart skips a beat. "What is it?" you reply, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Lando hesitates, his eyes searching yours. "Do you...feel it too?" he asks finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

You know exactly what he's talking about. The flutter in your chest when he's near, the way your skin tingles when he touches you, the way you can't seem to tear your eyes away from his.

You take a deep breath and let your guard down. "Yes, I feel it too," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando's eyes light up with hope, and he leans in closer. "I've been trying to ignore it, to tell myself it's just friendship, but I can't deny it anymore," he says, his voice filled with emotion.

Your heart races as you realize that you're both on the same page. "I've been feeling the same way," you admit, your voice shaking slightly.

Lando's face inches closer, his breath mingling with yours. "I'm so glad I'm not alone in this," he whispers, his eyes burning with intensity.

You feel like you're drowning in his gaze, but in a good way. You know that you're both crossing a line, but you can't help it.

"I'm glad too," you whisper back, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lando's eyes drop to your lips, and you know what's coming next. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

The world around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the moment. You feel like you're home, like you've finally found what you've been searching for.

As you pull back, gasping for air, Lando takes your hand in his. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he admits, his eyes shining with happiness.

You smile, feeling like you're floating on air. "Me too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando's thumb strokes your hand, sending shivers down your spine. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship," he admits, his eyes filled with vulnerability.

You squeeze his hand, feeling a deep connection. "I was afraid too," you reply, your voice filled with emotion.

You both sit there in silence for a moment, hands entwined, hearts beating as one. You know that this is just the beginning of something special, something that could change your life forever.

Finally, Lando speaks up, his voice filled with excitement. "So, what do we do now?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with hope.

You smile, feeling a sense of joy and freedom. "We take a chance on each other," you reply.

Lando grins, his eyes shining with happiness. "I like the sound of that," he says, leaning in for another kiss.

As your lips meet, you know that this is just the beginning.

part 2 at request in comments

[fluentmoviequoter]

I Put a Spell on You (And Now You're Mine)

Witchy Wednesday, October 4, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist

Summary: You, Dalton's witch friend, reveal that you put a spell on him. But not the one he thinks. (Takes place after Heart Set on Amulets but can be read alone.)

Warnings: witch-related content, brief mention of blood, Google translate Latin, fluff, a Green Lantern reference. 1.1k+ words

A/N: Let's pretend this gif goes with the story (past the line about him practically living in your apartment).I hope you enjoy! :)

“I’ve got the black candle and a match… the blade. What am I forgetting?” you mutter, running your finger along the weathered page of your spell book. “Conceals caster, I know. Oh, the containment charm!”

Once the containment charm is in place, you hold your breath and begin the cloaking flame ritual. To test it, you create a smaller version, hoping not to send your entire apartment up in a wide blast of spontaneous combustion.

“Flammam obumbrans, accendo te. Ignis ex sanguine genitus nullum relinquit hominem. Nunc deficiet in noctem. O ignis virtutis et occultationis. (Cloaking flame, I ignite you. The fire born from blood leaves behind no man. Now, vanish me into the night. O fire of power and concealment),” you call before throwing the lit flame into the bowl with the small black candle and several drops of blood. The bowl disappears in a small cloud of smoke, effectively concealed from the naked eye. You silently cheer, then hear a loud knock on your door. 

“In sium meu mut servat (in my pocket to keep),” you whisper, waving your hand over your ingredients to send them to a pocket dimension.

Someone calls your name just before you open the door, Chris and Dalton smiling on the other side. 

“Hey, can we hang out for a while?” Dalton asks.

“Of course. I have to leave for class in a little bit,” you answer, glancing at the clock.

“Me too,” Chris says as she walks in, dropping her bag by your table. “Thanks for letting us come over, it’s so much more peaceful than the dorm.”

Dalton closes the door behind him, smiling at you as he follows you in. The look he sends you makes your heart feel ready to combust; without the cloaking flame. You are aware of a distant feeling like you missed something or forgot to do something, but you brush it aside and join Chris and Dalton on the couch.

An hour later, Chris asks if she can come back after class, and you agree before she leaves. You pack your backpack, preparing to head out behind her.

“Well, guess I’ll go and be lonely in my dorm,” Dalton sulks, a faux pout on his face as he stands.

“You can stay here,” you offer quietly. “I’ll probably be back in less than an hour; my professor is really lazy.”

Dalton laughs before asking if you’re sure. He hugs you and kisses the crown of your head as he walks you to the door.

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” he says, smiling like he knows how much he’s affecting you.

“You too, handsome,” you whisper before walking away quickly, heat crawling up your neck.

As you sit in class and watch the lecture slides click by slowly, you continue to feel like you left something out, probably when you sent everything into the pocket dimension. Dalton knows you’re a witch and shouldn’t let anyone into the apartment, but the worry still gnaws at you. When your class is dismissed early, you fly (sans broom; you’re not that kind of witch) to your apartment. After failing to unlock the door several times, Dalton opens it with raised brows and a teasing smile. The kitchen and dining room are clean, and nothing unusual is visible as you walk through; maybe your anxiety was pointless.

“How was class?” Dalton asks, returning to your couch.

“Good,” you answer, shaking your head. “Sorry, I thought I left something out.”

Dalton nods, and you move to the kitchen, looking for a snack. 

“I don’t know much Latin but I’m pretty sure this means witches aren’t supposed to be as pretty as you,” Dalton says.

Looking over quickly, you see your spell book open across his lap. He’s looking up at you with far too much happiness.

“Very funny,” you deadpan. “What’s it say?”

“Caveant omnes, qui, colunt mala, potentiam meam,” he sounds out. (Now you understand why guys who speak foreign languages are considered more attractive.) At the sound of your laugh, Dalton asks, “What does it say?”

“Let all who worship evil’s might beware my power.”

“Wow. So, you’re a witch and a Green Lantern.”

“Maybe they’re the same,” you whisper conspiratorially.

Dalton chuckles before he goes back to reading. You continue to look through your kitchen until Dalton gasps loudly.

“What’d you find? The spontaneous combustion one?” you ask, peeking around the open cabinet door.

“No, I just thought of a question.” You nod for him to ask before he poses, “Which spell did you use on me?”

“Do you mean the protection spell or the immobilizing warding amulet?”

“Neither.” Dalton flips a few pages before reading, “Pathokinesis.”

Your eyes widen as you step out from behind the cabinet. “Wait, Dalton.”

“A love spell; I appreciate the English notes by the way. It was smart.”

“No, Dalton I would never-“

“It was unnecessary, though. I fell in love with you when you refused to talk to me on the sidewalk.”

Standing beside your dining room table and breathing heavily, you stare at Dalton.

“You scared me,” you point out, holding a hand over your heart. “I should manipulate your memories, so you forget about what you read.”

“No, I’m curious now. You’d never what?”

 You sigh and walk to stand in front of Dalton, looking down at him. “First, I would never use that spell on someone; it’s completely manipulative and I refuse to mess with people’s emotions and minds like that. Second, I would never put a spell on you without asking, or at least telling you.”

“That’s not true.”

You furrow your eyebrows, and Dalton smiles as he reaches for your waist, standing inches away.

“You said you put a protection spell and the amulet spell on me. I only knew about the amulet.”

“Oh. I- uh- sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Dalton whispers, one of his hands raised to hold your cheek. “Tell me about it?”

You lean into his hand, missing his smile at the action, as you explain, “It was just a simple warding spell to keep you from harm. I whispered it over you when you left my apartment the first night.”

“When you almost clobbered me with a rock?” Dalton teases.

“Mmhmm,” you agree mindlessly, eyes closed as you relax in the proximity.

“Remember when you couldn’t even talk to me?”

“I do. But then you kept showing up and I figured, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’”

Dalton laughs suddenly, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady when you jump. You look into his eyes and unconsciously smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“You put a spell on me,” he whispers, singing his version of the song.

“And now you’re mine?” you question.

“And now I’m yours,” he promises, bringing you as close as possible.

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The Saga of Meatball the snake, Chapter One

95.5% of you voted for a fic featuring Meatball, so here you go! The first part of the chapter is a combination of the posts you've seen, but keep going!

“OMINIS!” 

Ominis turned towards the sound of the voice disrupting his stroll around the garden. He was fairly certain it was Melody Carlisle, the new girl Sebastian was enamored with. 

“Yes?” 

“Help!”

His eyes widened. Was that…?

“HEEEEELP!” 

That was parseltongue. The sound got louder as Melody approached. “You speak parseltongue, right?”

“How did you- never mind, I already know the answer.” He said with a disgusted sigh.

“Let me out!” 

“Melody…do you have a snake?” 

“Yes! I found him in the forbidden forest. He looks like he’s been stepped on. I’ve got him in my bag. Can you help him? I don’t know if he understood me, but I said ‘don’t worry little buddy! I know someone who can help!”

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Tell him I’m just trying to help him!” 

“I can try. Set the bag down. Unzip it, you’re not giving him any air.”

“I didn’t want him to escape! Also, he’s kind of bitey.”

“Of course he tried to bite you! He’s injured and scared and a human shoved him in a bag!”

Melody sat the bag down and Ominis knelt beside it.

“Hello.” 

“WHAT THE FUCK? Are you a human?”

“Yes, My name is Ominis. And you are?”

“I don’t have a name. Where am I?”

“My friend said you’d been trampled by a unicorn. She put you in her bag and brought you to me since I speak parseltongue.”

“Please help. It hurts. I don’t want to be in here!”

“Alright, I’m going to open the bag to let you out. Please don’t bite, I know you’re scared, but we’re going to help you.”

“Alright. I trust you, you speak my language. Not the grabby one.”

“Thank you. I’m going to open the bag and you’ll have to slither up my arm. I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you, I’m blind.” 

“Humans can be blind?” 

“Unfortunately. Come on, you’re alright.” 

“Would you care to include me in the conversation?” Melody asked.

“He wants me to help him, not the grabby girl that shoved him in a bag.”

Ominis unzipped the bag and felt a snake, much larger than he expected, begin slithering up his arm. 

“You’re quite a large snake.” 

“That’s not very polite.” 

“Apologies. I just meant that I was surprised my friend would pick you up. Most girls are afraid of snakes.”

“She said I was a cute little scaley baby. It was humiliating.”

“Of course she did. She’s a kind person, she just gets carried away sometimes.” 

Ominis pulled out his wand and muttered a healing spell over the snake. 

“You healed me! I’m in your debt. Thank you.”

“Don’t be silly, I was glad to help. Shall we return you to the forest?”

“Too dangerous. May I stay with you? It’s comforting to speak to someone in my language.” 

“Of course.” 

“Did you heal him?” Melody asked.

“Yes. He wants to stay with me.” 

“Oh, nice! Now you’ve got a pet! What are you going to name him? I guess now you have to get some supplies for him. Oh! Do you want to go to Brood and Peck?”

“Um, I suppose I do need some supplies. I’ve never been to Brood and Peck. Where is it?”

“I’ll show you! Could you ask him if he’d mind if I pet him?”

“She wants to know if she can pet you.” 

“Yes, I heard her. I suppose.” 

“Oh! He understand English.” Ominis said with a smile. 

“Of course I do, I’m not an idiot.”  He felt the snake slither down his arm. He jumped when Melody grabbed his hand.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was giving him a bridge to come across.” He felt the snake leave his arm and she let go of his hand.

“I suppose this one helped me as well. What is she called?”

“Melody.”

“What?” She asked. 

“Sorry, he was asking what your name was.”

“Oh! Hello. I’m Melody. I apologize for earlier. I had to get you to Ominis and I didn’t want you to bite me.” 

“It’s alright. I like this one.” 

“He said it’s alright and he likes you.”

“Aw! I like you too!” She stroked the snake’s large head. “Do you have a name?”

“He doesn’t.”

“William Snakespeare.” 

“What? No.”

“Snake Gyllenhal? David Hisselhoff?” 

“Did you just have a list of snake names prepared?” Ominis smiled.

“I thought about it the whole way here. Hissy Elliot?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hisstopher Walken?”

“No! No celebrity names.” 

“Kevin?”

“I don’t like Kevin.”

“He says he doesn’t like Kevin.”

“What about meatball?” Melody asked with a grin.

“Meatball? Seriously?”

“I like it.” 

Ominis sighed. “You realize that’s a food, right?”

“It feels right. I’d like to be called meatball.”

Ominis gave an exasperated groan. “He wants to be called Meatball.”

“YAY! Meatball is a wonderful name! Meatball, we’re going to pick you out a wonderful terrarium.”

“We?” Ominis asked.

“Um, yeah! I’m invested now. Such a sweet little meatball.” She loudly smooched the top of his head.

“Is this your mate?”

“No. A friend.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“She’s an attractive human, isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m blind.”

“Oh yeah. Well, as far as humans go, she’s attractive. She seems like a suitable mate.” 

“Feeling a little left out here, guys.” Melody said.

“Sorry, he was asking me questions.” 

“About what?”

“Well, you, actually.” 

“Oh!” Melody smiled and scratched Meatball’s head. “I’ll answer any questions you want, my little buddy.” She said affectionately.

“No, he was…well, it’s a bit awkward. He asked if you were my mate.”

“Oh! No, I don’t think he likes me very much.” She said in a stage-whisper to Meatball.

“What?” He hadn’t meant to give that impression. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you look like you hate me every time I come by, or I’m talking to Sebastian and you’re there.”

“I don’t hate you. And I apologize for making you feel that way. Truthfully, I don’t get to know Sebastian’s girlfriends because they don’t last long.”

“Wait, did he say I was his girlfriend?!”

“No, he didn’t, I just assumed.”

“No. Sebastian reminds me a lot of my brother. I could never see him…that way.” 

“So she’s available!” Meatball said.

“Forget it. Would you rather stay with her than me? You seem quite taken with her.”

“No, she doesn’t understand me. And I like you. Could you have her pass me back to you?”

“He wants you to pass him back to me.”

“Ok! Here you go, one precious little danger noodle. Hold still.” She leaned against his shoulder so Meatball could slither over. 

“Brood and Peck is just up ahead. It’s a bit crowded, hang on.”  She took his hand and led him through the street.

He felt a tingle run through his hand where she touched him. He bumped into her when she stopped suddenly. “Sorry, people.” She said to him. “Excuse us.” She tugged him even closer and continued down the street. “Ugh, Hogsmeade is busy today. Alright, we’re here.” He pushed the door open and he heard a bell ding. 

“Hello, welcome to- Oh, Melody! Good to see you. What have you got for me today?”

“Actually, my friend Ominis here just got a snake, so we need some supplies.”

“He’s quite a big one! And seems remarkably calm.”

“Ominis is a parseltongue, so he can talk to him.”

“Melody!” Ominis hissed. “I don’t tell people that.”

“It’s alright, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I’ve come across a few parseltongues in my day. Where are my manners? Ellie Peck, pleasure to meet you. So what’s his name?”

“Meatball!” Melody said with a grin. 

“Bit of an odd name for a snake, but alright. You’ll need a terrarium, a heat lamp…”

“Food!” Meatball said excitedly.

“I’m going to get you food.”

“No, there’s food right there! I want it!”

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s a frog!”

“I’m sure he belongs to Ellie, you can’t eat him.”

“Um, Ellie. Do you have a frog?”

“No, he just hopped in here earlier, why?”

“Because Meatball is very excited and wants to eat him.”

“If he can catch him, he can have him. I’ve been trying to get the little bugger out of here all day.”

“Did you hear that? Go on.” 

Meatball slithered down his arm and leg and began hunting the frog. “Do you have any accessories?” Melody asked.

“Accessories?”

“You know, little hats, a bow tie, something like that.”

“Um…no.”

“That’s alright, I’ll make some.” Melody beamed. “Ominis, what’s your budget?”

“I don’t have one. It’s the only good part of being a Gaunt. Well, that and speaking parseltongue.” 

“I’ve got a big selection in the back. Follow me.” Ellie said. Melody took his hand and whispered “watch out, it’s narrow.”

“You don’t have to hold my hand, you know. My wand helps me navigate.”

“I know.” She said sweetly and hummed as they went to the back.

After they’d picked out a terrarium and all the necessary things to make Meatball comfortable, they headed to the checkout. “Ugh, I’m full.” Meatball said as he slithered back to Ominis. “Can you ask Melody to hold me?” 

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Meatball is stuffed from his frog and wants you to carry him.”

“Aw, anything for you my little Meatball.” She squatted down and held out her arm and he crawled up it and draped around her shoulders. Ominis checked out while she cuddled Meatball and kissed the top of his head. “The sweetest little baby!” 

“Do you want me to ask her to stop the baby talk?” Ominis asked.

“No. It makes me feel special.” 

Ominis snorted and Melody looked at him. “What?”

“I asked him if he wanted you to stop baby talking to him and he said it makes him feel special. He’s quite taken with you.” 

“Alright, I used a spell to shrink everything down so you can take it back easier. Know how to undo it when you get back?”

“Yes, thank you.” Ellie handed him a bag and he turned towards Melody. “Ready?”

“Yep! I’ll probably see you tomorrow, Ellie. I’ve heard whispers of some poachers coming after some jabberknolls tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ready. Thanks, Mel.”

They left and Ominis looked towards her quizzically. “What was that about poachers?”

“Oh, that. Um, I kind of raid poacher camps and free the beasts.”

This surprised him. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Well, sometimes. It depends on the group. That’s how I found Meatball. I’d just finished freeing some puffskeins when I found him. Sometimes the beasts are more rare and it’s dangerous to re-release them right away. In that case, I bring them to Ellie. She takes care of them and relocates them if necessary.”

“Wow. Why? I understand wanting to help save the beasts, but there must be a less dangerous way.”

“Eh. I can defend myself, they can’t.” She answered as if it were nothing.

“That’s quite admirable.” He was impressed. Some of the poachers were extremely dangerous. They weren’t afraid to use unforgivables. 

“To paraphrase Voltaire, everyone is guilty of all the good they did not do.”

“You’re a fan of Voltaire?” He asked with a smile.

“I am.”

“Interesting. I appreciate you coming with me to do this.”

“No problem at all! I think this is the longest we’ve ever spoken.”

“Yes, and I’d like to apologize again for coming off as cold. I’m not overly outgoing.”

“It’s fine! Now let’s get Meatball’s crib set up.”

Sebastian was about to open his dorm room when he heard female laughter from inside. Did Ominis have a girl in there? How the hell had that happened? He knocked and heard Ominis tell him to come in. 

“Hey, I-Melody?”

“Hi!” Melody grinned at him. She and Ominis were sitting on his bed, a massive snake draped over both their laps. “This is Meatball!”

“I…have several questions. His name is Meatball?”

“Yes, Melody suggested it and he liked it, so now we’re calling him Meatball.”

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other, other than occasionally saying hi. Now you’ve gotten a pet together?”

“No, Melody found Meatball. He was injured, so she brought him to me because SOMEONE told her I was a parselmouth. He decided he wanted to stay with me. Melody took me to Brood and Peck and we picked up some things for him.”

Meatball slithered up Melody’s side and around her neck and across to Ominis, draping across both of them and making them sit shoulder to shoulder. Ominis had a rare smile on his face. 

“Soooo now we have a big ass snake?” Sebastian asked.

“Don’t be rude, he understands english. Meatball, this is Sebastian, my best friend and roommate.”

“I don’t like how he’s looking at me.” 

“Meatball said he doesn’t like how you’re looking at him.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “Apologies, Meatball. I just wasn’t expecting to see you or Melody here.”

“Is Melody his mate?” Meatball asked.

“No, but I’m sure he’d like her to be.” 

“No, she should be your mate.” Meatball curled around Melody more tightly, pulling her closer to Ominis.

“Meatball!” She laughed. Now she was leaning up against him, head nearly resting on his shoulder. “Ok, either Meatball is going to have to loosen up or you’re going to have to move your arm, because your elbow is digging me in the ribs.” Meatball curled even tighter and Ominis sighed. 

“Clearly Meatball is comfortable. Is it alright if I put my arm behind you?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He lifted his arm and she scooted over so he could put it behind her. Now they were practically cuddling. “What?” She looked over at Sebastian.

“I’m sorry, this is just really weird. You guys have barely spoken and now you’re cuddling on his bed.”

“We’re not cuddling.” Ominis said, his cheeks turning red. “We’re sitting like this for Meatball.”

“Right, sure.”

Melody looked at her phone. “Shoot, Poppy’s probably wondering where I’m at. I gotta go. Sorry Meatball, you have to let me go.”

Meatball slithered back around to her and flicked his tongue against her. “Aw! Meatball’s giving me kisses! Thank you, Meatball.” She kissed him on the top of his head and lifted his tail off of her. “So you’ve got my number now and I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked Ominis.

“Of course. Goodbye. Thanks again.” He smiled. 

“Bye Sebastian!” Melody waved cheerfully before her blonde head bounced out the door. 

“Don’t even.” Ominis said, stroking Meatball’s head.

“You dog!”

“We’re just friends.”

“Sure. You know, it was quite shocking to walk in and find a cute blonde on your bed.”

“She’s blonde? I didn’t know. I’ve no idea what she looks like, obviously.”

“Melody is blonde and has long hair. She’s a hufflepuff. She’s got bright blue eyes and half the boys in our year have been drooling over her.”

“I’m assuming you count yourself among her admirers?” Ominis smirked.

“I’ll admit she’s hot, but she wouldn’t give me the time of day. I know because I asked.” 

“I’d like to rest.” Meatball said.

“Alright, I’ll put you in your terrarium. Melody said it’s large and you should be comfortable. I’ll leave the lid off so you can come out if you want to.”

“Thank you for giving me shelter.”

“Of course.”

Ominis set him down gently in the terrarium and turned on the heat lamp. He felt Meatball flick his tongue against his hand, and he stroked his head.

“So what’s tomorrow?” 

“Hm?” Ominis asked, returning to his bed. 

“Melody said she’d see you tomorrow.” 

“Oh, yes. We’re meeting tomorrow for lunch in the garden.” 

“Ooooh! Ominis has a date!” Sebastian grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. 

“It’s not a date. I’m bringing Meatball. We both thought he’d enjoy the garden.”

“Sure, sure. So do you like her?” 

“She’s a pleasant person, very kind.”

“That’s not what I meant.” 

“Sebastian, I just met her. I mean technically we’ve met before but this is the first time we’ve talked.” 

“She’s a great girl. Really sweet, but also kicks ass. I’ve helped her raid a few poacher camps before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s amazing at it. She’s really brave. Surprised she’s not a Gryffindor actually.”

“Wow. Well it’s nice to get to know her. Truthfully, I thought she was one of your flings.” Ominis smirked.

“Not for lack of trying.” Sebastian grinned.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, goodnight Meatball.”

“He said goodnight.”

“No I didn’t. I don’t like that one.”

Ominis snorted and Sebastian looked up. “What?”

“Nothing, just a sneeze.”

[thatonetimetraveller]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thank you for the tag @fishing4stars sorry it took me this long I was like ill do it on my pc and then i forgot lol

How many works do you have on AO3?

18 but 7 were written by @nocompromise-noregrets for Sigriel week and one by @sotwk for last year's thauc I was just doing the art for them so I have 10 fics there that I wrote. Most of them should be on the Masterlist

What's your total AO3 word count?

Total: 198,615

For fics I wrote: 191,574

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Sol'ca'nara bal Vencuyot Mand'alor by a wide margin like this fic has over 2300 kudos but I guess that's the star wars fandom for you lol This fic is a timetravel fic where Din goes back to the clone wars, he's also force sensitive. It's currently on hiatus but I am planning on returning to it once I get back into star wars

The Dreams of Men at 490 kudos This is basically a dreamling rescue fic. its abandonded as I lost intrest in the fic also I'd have to do major rewrites if I wanted to continue it which I just dont want to do

Ran Away at 250 kudos This is actually the first fic I posted on ao3 4 years ago wild. This is a aos spirk fic where Kirk runs away when he's like 13 and crash lands on Vulcan. It's also abandonned cuz I wasn't happy in the direction it was going (also I may have unintentionally triggered myself during the last chapter I wrote for it lol)

The Importance of Wing-Care at 320 kudos. A classic codywan wingfic with hurt/comfort. This the first completed fic here lol I wrote this one for Codywan week in 2022

With Stars in Their Eyes at 75 kudos which a shame cuz I am really proud of this one This is an explicit Legolas/Haldir/Aragorn kinda retelling of the FotR and Two Towers fic, I wrote for last year's TRSB and @fishing4stars did amazing art for it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

So this may sound bad to some people but not really, it takes a lot energy out of me and I don't always have the spoons plus I get anxious about it Sorry to anyone who expects me to

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Considering I tend to write mosly hurt/comfort I don't really know but if I have to pick i'd say Ran Away due to the chapter I left it off at is a clliffhanger where Spock is getting bullied.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I'd say Your Noble Heart Gives Me Hope cuz Bard and Thranduil get together at the end and this is generally the most fluffies fic I have lol

Do you write crossovers?

I want to so bad! Its just my crossover ideas always end up really elaborate and nieche so it's kinda at the bottom of my to write list but one day I will release the most obscure crossover fic watch me lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not to my knowledge, the most I recieved was minor grammar and spelling corrections

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

To date I've written two smut fics one was a lesbian dreamling fic that I orphaned (tho there's a link somewhere buried in my blog if you really want to find it lol) cuz I was embarressed by it the other is With Stars in Their Eyes which features 3 threesome and two m/m scenes so I guess I got over my embaressement

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, tho I give blanket premission for someone to do so just give me credit and maybe tag me so I can share it

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no and I probably won't cuz writing is very personal to me and I get anxious talking to people

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Oh man this is hard cuz it changes depending on which fandom im currently in and I am a multishipper but the one I keep returning to is McShep from Stargate Atlantis

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

If you mean already published WIPs then its gonna be The Dreams of Men and Ran Away but if unpublished I'd say its the Barduil Month prompts from last year, I really wanted to do the whole month but I just forgot what my plans were for most of them rip

What are your writing strengths?

Hurt/comfort and the way I describe emotions

What are your writing weaknesses?

Lack of outlining I either loose intrest in the fic cuz I have no idea where its going and just start to meander lol or I put the fic down for a while and when I come back to pick it up I have no idea what I was doing

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Sol'ca'nara bal Vencuyot Mand'alor includes quite a bit of Mando'a and I just put the translatations at the end and in parenthesis when I pick it back up I'll probaly use hover over translations. Also I am considering including some hungarian in a future fic or for either a bilingual character or as an alien language (fun fact its been used as such in scifi movies and tv shows cuz it sounds so different from most languages) For reading I don't mind either tho it kinda get annoying if the author doesn't include tranlsations.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Somehow I haven't written gigolas even tho its one of my favourite lotr ships

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Its still With Stars in Their Eyes and it probably won't change for a while

No pressure tags

@nocompromise-noregrets @oakenting @i-did-not-mean-to @sotwk

[kholnt]

I just wanted to say how much I looooooovvveeee your Lost Link fic! I love the idea of what would happen if Wild remembered his past. I wanted to know how you think his knight training went? I definitely think that it was a terrible experience that gave him a whole wagon full of horrible coping mechanisms and bad habits(and from where the fic is going, I'm guessing you think similarly), but I wanted to know how you thought his training went. Anyway, just wanted to say how much I appreciate and love your work, Thank You!

WAAAH THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! (but give all of the writing credit to @/eponatheestallion <33 cannot emphasize that enough) BUT! you basically got it in one! his knight training was NOT kind to him in the slightest. i mean, even with the canon material we HAVE it still doesn't particularly spell a good time. (staring at mipha, zelda and purah's diaries respectively. and creating a champion. and possibly aoc but thats a different timeline + i barely know anything abt it so its there In Spirit) i will warn you that this ones gonna be long bc botw diaries TEND TO BE YAP SESSIONS! AND im a yapper so i'll just give you the tldr:

lost's knight training was abhorrent for his mental health and plays into a LOT of his mannerisms and why he is the way he is

ANYWAY! i'll just talk abt things that have been established either in the au or in botw canon :) any blanks you can fill on your own

as for canon things heres some things that stood out to me (formatted to be paragraphs for my sanity):

"A youth named Link was brought to me a hundred years ago, covered in wounds and on death's doorstep. Link… So young, yet so courageous. He was the youngest knight to have ever been appointed to the Imperial Guard at Hyrule Castle. He was also a gifted swordsman who was selected as captain of Princess Zelda's personal guard. I thought his skills would be enough to defeat Ganon in glorious fashion…

It was the best we could do…" -Purah's Diary

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"When I finally got around to asking why he's so quiet all the time, I could tell it was difficult for him to say. But he did. With so much at stake, and so many eyes upon him, he feels it necessary to stay strong and to silently bear any burden.

A feeling I know all too well… For him, it has caused him to stop outwardly expressing his thoughts and feelings. I always believed him to be simply a gifted person who had never faced a day of hardship. How wrong I was… Everyone has struggles that go unseen by the world… I was so absorbed with my own problems, I failed to see his." -Zelda's Diary ~~~~~

"At the request of Hyrule's king, a group of outsiders came to greet us at the domain. One of them was a Hylian child of only about four years of age. His name was Link. He made quite a first impression. He was curious and full of energy, with a ready smile. Are all Hylian children that way?

One thing that surely sets him apart is his swordsmanship, which I hear is exceptional. He has even bested adults. He must be somewhat reckless, however, as he was covered in bruises. Wishing to be helpful, I healed his wounds for him." ~~~~~

"Link came to visit the domain. It feels like forever since he was here last. He no longer resembles the child I first met. He is now an accomplished knight and keeper of the sword that seals the darkness. I am so proud. However… He hardly speaks anymore, and smiles even more rarely. He is still the kind soul I knew, but something has changed.

I asked him if something had happened, if something was wrong. He merely shook his head. Perhaps it is his newly acquired height, but I feel he is ever looking past me, into the distance beyond…" -Mipha's Diary

~~~~~ "The details of how Link obtained the sword a hundred years ago have been lost to the mists of time, but since he was in possession of it for a number of years prior to becoming a Champion, he was likely around twelve or thirteen years old when it happened."

~~~~~

"After the Champions for the Divine Beasts were chosen, there was an incident at Hyrule Castle. A Guardian went berserk during a test run. Link deftly defeated it, earning himself a great deal of recognition. Impressed, King Rhoam made him Princess Zelda's appointed knight. With no regard for his own personal safety, he loyally fulfilled his duty to guard Princess Zelda with his life." -Creating a Champion

(there will be another thing later but its separated for a Reason.) ANYWAY! these are like. BIG things in canonical material that I feel like are important, especially if they're highlighted. i'm not really going to elaborate much since its kind of spelled out already but i'll say a few things nonetheless (also for consistencies sake i'm going to say lost but do know this ALSO applies to wild) he was the youngest knight appointed in history. like even that alone is FUCKED??? i don't remember if it was something in canon, fanon or something kay n i made up (but it doesnt rlly matter since its canon to the lost hero au ANYWAY!) but he became a knight at TWELVE soon after pulling the sword. then proceeded to become a royal guard at 17. this is a kid surrounded by adults in a generally Unsafe Environment, that alone is enough for some level of fucked. ill explain the "hes been training since he was four" later since i have Thoughts about that, but on a unrelated note do notice that mipha makes the assumption that lost is reckless and not through actually seeing him being clumsy. hyrulean guard when i get you now, to me the vow of silence was something that stemmed from before the calamity and started up in his training. because thats a twelve year old being forced to be a hero when he never got the choice to. OBVIOUSLY hes going to shut down. again, this will be expanded upon later also. lost is canonically self sacrificial. VERY self sacrificial. no further comments, just saying OKAY. NOW ITS LATER BC ITS TIME TO YAP ABT THE "inspired by canon but like. its canon plus." canon is bent in specific ways bc the way link is characterized (in cac specifically) makes him very uh,,,, inhuman i suppose. i love looking at scenarios where decisions have consequences, and it's that specific reason why i enjoy "what if" aus so much.

yes, lost was still trained when he was four. no it was not formally. to me, lost had an interest in swordsmanship because his dads a knight! hes going to be exposed to at least a little bit at an early age. he was insistent on wanting to learn, so with the power of sticks, pot lids, and a lot of positive reinforcement, he learned how to do the movements of swordfighting. he'd never been given a proper sword until the guard brought him to zora's domain. lost's dad never wanted to force the position of hero onto him, so he never gave him a sword. everyone knows that he's the hero except him, and lost's dad would rather keep it that way until he's old enough to climb mount lanayru (it happens much earlier than that) now abt the fucking "According to tales told by the long-lived Zora, Link visited Zora's Domain when he was younger and formed a bond with them, defeating a Lynel and teaching various skills to Zora children. This story sheds light on both his physical abilities and his strength of character." from creating a champion just like. isn't canon in this. the only other recorded time lost fought a lynel in zoras domain was when he was already zelda's guard and he was not younger. so by proxy it must've been when he was four WHICH ISN'T HAPPENING SORRY GUYS!!!! i'm not having a four year old fight a lynel hero or not!!!! it's referenced in lost hero canon (the soldiers accompanied made jokes and tried to egg lost on but it got shut down real quick since a. his dad was there and b. literally anyone who have thinking caps would go "yeah um... no actually!") and now its fanon time :))) when lost was in the army, he was usually trained separately from the other knights, mostly because of skill difference. as a CHILD he was able to clear soldiers, he needed different training period. as for the actual formal training, it was extremely strict. terrible conditions stemmed from an awful reward "system" (that usually led to lost being extremely fatigued and starting an endless loop of punishment. there is a reason why lost can push through awful conditions: hes used to it) all blanketed with the justification of "he's the hero of hyrule." they trained him to be a weapon, not a person. he doesn't have a sense of self nor an identity outside of "hero" "champion" or "weapon." things like "brother" got stripped from him when he joined the academy. they didn't bother with setting up a future for him. he eventually figures his shit out but thats YEARS down the line, and even then he's still suffering from this,,,, self objectification? idk how else to describe it when he wasn't getting grilled for "not swinging his sword hard enough" or having his foot a centimeter off even though he hasnt had the privilege of Basic Necessities To Survive in (insert timeframe) he was usually doing something in the coliseum. as it turns out, having the hero show off in front of an audience by fighting a lynel (or multiple) is a GREAT money maker! shame he wasnt usually told beforehand!

being forced into heroism is a big reason as to why hes the silent knight. he never wanted this. being separated from his family (whom of which i have Many thoughts about. same for his childhood honestly) and surrounded by strangers who have no care for who he is but rather what he stands for was absolutely awful, and only made worse by his age. being silent and just dealing with it is how he coped, and its eventually going to boil over (just give it a few years) his knight training was one of THE worst things to happen to him, right under failing to save his kingdom and inadvertently being the cause of hyrule's demise. it's the reason why he acts the way he does. he wasn't allowed to forget, so instead it influences almost everything he does, says and thinks. SO YEAH IT WASNT A GOOD TIME

[amethystina]

Fanfic Tag Thingie

I am choosing to be tagged by @miss-ingno because this sounded like fun and I need an escape from the realisation that I am literally on the edge of burnout and my life is a mess. So here we go! :D

How many works do you have on AO3?

76

What's your total AO3 word count?

2 237 636

... and I have around 200k more just sitting in my WIP folders. I can't write short things x'D

What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's mainly various Kdramas (The Devil Judge, Black Knight, plus my bold venture into Strangers From Hell) but, before that, it was mostly The Losers, Marvel, Pacific Rim, and Teen Wolf. With the occasional detour here and there.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Who Holds the Devil (The Devil Judge, Gahan) at 3 390

Tech Support (MCU, Winteriron) at 3 217

Autonomy (MCU, Winteriron) at 3 137

I Won't Hold My Breath (MCU, Winteriron) at 2 914

Conflict of Interest (MCU, Winteriron) at 2 173

It's honestly a little wild to me that Who Holds the Devil has somehow managed to race to the top despite the other fics being at least four years older (sometimes more). And for a much bigger fandom, at that. You guys are not fucking around.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Every single one if I can, though it can sometimes take a while before I get to all of them. And I just can't help it, I guess? Partly because I want to show that I've read the comment and appreciate the time and effort that went into writing it, but also because it often gives me an opportunity to talk about my writing and the choices I made in the fic.

And, apparently, the fact that I reply to all comments has become a bit of a thing at least when it comes to Who Holds the Devil, where readers will search through my replies looking for tidbits and extra information about the fic, characters etc.

(you guys are so weird and so dedicated and I love all of you xD)

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Grief (The Losers (Comics)). Because it is, predictably, about grief and how to keep living after someone you love has died. Though I would argue that the ending has a hint of hopefulness to it since it's also about moving on from said grief?

But yeah. Definitely that one since it's Major Character Death that I choose not to fix.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally every single fic except for the one above xD I LOVE my happy endings, okay? And it's kind of difficult to rank them since it depends a lot on the setting, characters, and the personal preference of the reader.

Heck, I even managed to give my Strangers From Hell fanfic a sugary sweet happy ending! That's dedication right there!

Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, from time to time. I've gotten everything from childish insults calling me a bad writer to backhanded comments questioning my choices, writing style, grammar, spelling, dedication, intelligence, etc. I've even received more targeted, personal hate where people I thought I could trust were making fun of me behind my back in private chat rooms.

Most recently, though, it's less hate and more the "I simply must tell you that you're not writing this fic as I want you to write it" type of deal. Often paired with "It's my personal opinion and I have every right to express it." Which, fair enough. But that means I get to do the same, which I've noticed is something those kinds of commenters kind of hate. Especially when I point out that they've now made me a lot less keen to write the fanfic they're supposedly so fond of.

Turns out people don't like being reminded that their actions have consequences.

All in all, though, I've learned to just delete the comments I find too offensive or hateful.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh god no. Sex scenes are the bane of my existence and I spend the entire time writing them looking like this: ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)

I've been told I'm not bad at writing them (the ones in Until Death Do Us Unite were quite appreciated) but anything involving sex or sexual tension is just a nightmare for me. Even more so when it's supposed to be kinky or extra spicy.

So why is one of the main ships I write for right now clearly a Dom/sub ship, you ask?

Because I'm an idiot. That's why.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you've written?

I rarely do. The only crossover I've written is Resurrection where Derek Hale ends up in Purgatory together with Dean Winchester and they fight their way back to the world of the living (so Derek replaces Benny, basically).

I also have this one random fic (yet unposted) where Tony Stark and Eddie Brock are a couple (from the MCU and Venom movies, that is). But they're technically both in the Marvel universe so I'm not sure if that counts?

Long story short, crossovers aren't really my thing. I rarely write or read them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Several, in fact, from various fandoms. Mostly into Russian, Spanish, or Mandarin. And I am honestly so flattered every time someone asks me if they can translate one of my fics 💜

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, no. I made plans to write a fic with a friend once, but we never got to the point of actually writing it. And, in all honesty, I think that might be just as well. I'm a perfectionist and writing a fic with me would probably be very exhausting for the other party xD

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I really don't know. Like, I'm tempted to say Jensen and Cougar from The Losers, or maybe Destiel or Stony, but I think that's partly founded in comfort and nostalgia. My ships change as I do and I really can't pinpoint an all-time favourite.

But CURRENT favourite? Definitely Kang Yo Han and Kim Ga On because they present such a wonderful challenge to someone like me, who loves to go real deep into character motivations, behaviour etc. They're a delight.

What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I'm not sure. I plan to finish all the ones I've started posting but there might be some in my folders that I'll decide to abandon if I truly can't revive my interest in them. But, usually, I can.

And, speaking of that, to all my MCU peeps (if there are any of you still out there): I know you've waited six years for the Tech Support sequel but it's finally been written and just needs to be edited. It's coming, my darlings. I promise.

Basically, when I say I'll do something, I will do it — even if it takes me six goddamn years, apparently x'D

What are your writing strengths?

Characters, tone, and emotions. I'm good at capturing the essence of the characters and write them in a way that feels believable and close to canon. I'm also really good at making people feel things with my writing, I've been told. According to testimonials, my readers can often see what's happening play out inside their heads like a movie, and feel the characters' emotions as they're living through them.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Aside from the aforementioned sex scenes? I think it's my inability to keep things short. I use a lot of unnecessary words and could definitely get better at being more concise. In a similar vein, I sometimes focus so much on the details with lengthy, wordy descriptions that I accidentally forget about the big picture, which is understandably confusing to my readers.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done it from time to time (since my man Cougar speaks Spanish) but I'm pretty careful with it. And if it's longer sentences I always make sure to double-check with a native speaker.

First fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf! Which, admittedly, was because I didn't care if I fucked it up x'D I enjoyed the first two seasons of Teen Wolf, make no mistake! But I chose it mainly because it wasn't the ship I was the most emotionally invested in and so I figured it wouldn't feel as bad if it turned out that I sucked. Luckily enough for me, I didn't xD

Favourite fic you've written?

Just like with the all-time favourite ship, I'm not sure if I can answer this one. Because I like all of my fics but in different ways.

I'll always have a fondness for that first huge Teen Wolf series I wrote, for example, and had a lot of fun with Autonomy because of the world-building. Same goes with Hyperborean. But Who Holds the Devil is definitely my favourite when it comes to character work. While Allies is my favourite when it comes to tone, since it ended up just the way I wanted it to. And Until Death Do Us Unite was an absolute BLAST because I got to write horror and some really weirdass shit, which I've never done before.

So, truly, I can't say. Each one I've written has something I cherish and while some definitely stand out more than others, I wouldn't be able to just pick one.

___

And that's that! I tag whoever wants to do it! :D

[mostmouse]

Hello! I found your blog from AO3, and I really like your NSFW Alphabet with Diavolo. I like your dia the most because of love, from a king to an ordinary person.

can i request diavolo x reader for Obey Me! Nightbringer? I want to know what the story will be when the future reader meets the past diavolo

hey! i love the NSFW alphabet too! its such a fun little pet project :) i wanted to get this out even thought nightbringer isnt out yet. its not as cute or warm as my other dia fics but here's my interpretation of past dia!

No Longer Your Demon (Diavolo x GN!Reader, rating: suggestive)

Everything around you was dark. You couldn’t tell which way was up, or if your eyes were open or closed. Did you even feel the weight of gravity pulling on your body? 

You were beyond confused, however, you weren’t scared. Worse things had happened to you in your bizarre life. Deciding to wait it out, you relaxed, hoping if you were trapped in some sort of haywire spell, not fighting would get you released quicker. If it worked for quicksand, why not in other completely unrelated situations? 

Finally, you found yourself being pulled downwards, the familiar feeling of your body weight coming back to you. Breathing deeply, you watched as your vision became fuzzy and blurred, then finally clearing up. Looking around, if you’d had to hazard a guess, you were in the Demon Lord’s castle. 

Standing up, holding onto the wall to gather your bearings, you took inventory of where you were. You were very familiar with the Demon Lord’s castle, considering how much time you spent there. But somehow, it seemed different. Things weren’t as bright as they usually were, the once lavish and ornate gold seeming more oppressive and heavy. 

Beginning your way down the corridor, you reached out and stroked the curtains as you slowly made your way. What was wrong with this part of the castle? Had Barbatos neglected it? No, that didn’t seem right. You thought hard about where you were, but the decor didn’t seem familiar to you at all. 

Up ahead, you saw a quick flash of black. Picking up the pace, you called out softly, “Little D! Hey, come back here!” To your disappointment, however, the lesser demon didn’t appear before you. Usually they fawned all over you, not only having Diavolo’s favor drawing them towards you, but also just being kind to them made them flock to you. 

Whining slightly. You slowed down before stopping. Something wasn’t right... You grabbed your D.D.D. and turned the screen on. It seemed to be working just fine, except the time and date wouldn’t display. What was that supposed to mean? 

Grumbling, you slipped it back into your pocket, taking a step forward before the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Suddenly, Barbatos appeared before you, very much in your personal space. You jumped, but then smiled, “Barb-” Before you could even finish your sentence, suddenly you were in his room. 

He regarded you carefully, his eyes raking over you slowly. “What are you doing here?” His piercing gaze met yours finally, and you saw confusion in them. Feeling a tad bit nervous, you fidgeted. Barbatos was never confused. 

“I- Well, I don’t actually know. I don’t remember what I was doing before, but suddenly I was sitting in the hallway. I tried to flag down one of the little D’s but he totally ignored me. What’s going on anyways? Something isn’t right here...” 

The demon before you sighed, a chair suddenly appearing behind you and he pushed you into it. “You’re in the wrong timeline.” He kneeled before you, “You belong thousands of years to the future. Where- well, when we are now... My Lord has only just debuted as Prince of the Devildom. The Demon King fell into his slumber not too many centuries ago. And the angels- well, demon brothers, they’ve fallen only just recently.” 

Your mind reeled as his gaze never left yours, never blinking, watching you intently. ���You... Okay, what? I don’t think I’m following. At least, you know who I am, right?” Suddenly you were desperate to hear his voice comforting you. How did this happen? You had a million questions, but none seemed to come out. 

“Don’t panic, please. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this, but I wanted to let you know your situation. I’m sure there’s a way to fix this. But as of this moment, I can’t find a path back to your own time. Please, bear with me as I try to figure out a solution.” 

Much to his frustration, your gaze seemed to grow more and more curious. “Do you think-” 

“No.” His voice was finite. He knew exactly what you were going to ask, he didn’t need his powers to tell that much. You were about to be an unending thorn on his side, you already had no self preservation in the present, but he was confident that you didn’t understand how much danger you could be in in this situation. 

“You didn’t even-” Your mouth snapped shut as he glared at you. In your time - apparently - he would never act like this. He was strict, yes, and hid behind a sometimes scary smile, but he was seldom ever outwardly aggressive. You could count on one hand how many times he had been so severe looking. 

“You are to stay here until I can find a solution to this predicament. Do not leave, and do not touch anything. I shall bring you refreshments shortly.” He got up to leave, a door appearing suddenly before him. Turning to look at you once more, his tail flicking behind him, “I will know if you leave, consider yourself lucky that you’re not already restrained.” 

With that, the door snapped closed behind him, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized. You sighed, shoulders slumping. What were you supposed to do here, then? It wasn’t as if he had any gaming consoles or art supplies, not even a damn window to look out of forlornly. 

Standing up, you wandered around in the seemingly vast but small space. All the stairs and doors were intriguing, but you couldn’t seem to reach any of them. It was rare to ever be alone in his room, you weren’t quite sure how to navigate it. Closing your eyes and focusing on your magic, you were pleased to find it hadn’t diminished, considering you were so far back in the past. 

As you called up your teleportation magic, you wondered about Barbatos’s words. The brothers had only recently fallen? The Demon King just went to sleep practically years ago? What did that mean for your demon? Was Diavolo completely different back then- or well, now? You knew he had always had a penchant for peace, he had met with Lucifer countless times when he was still an angel. 

The familiar pull of teleporting within the Devildom to Diavolo’s room was as natural as breathing, and without thinking too hard about what Barbatos would do to you once he found you, you let your magic take you. 

The sound of rushing wind overwhelmed you then stopped. Silence spread around you as you cautiously opened your eyes. It was the same dark drab atmosphere of the hallway you had appeared in. Walking forward slightly, you held your tongue as you kicked something. 

Grabbing your D.D.D., you used your flashlight to look around and collect your bearings. Well, this was the same room you and Diavolo spent all your time in, but it wasn’t his room. Uncomfortable, you made your way through the makeshift storage room, various furniture items covered in sheets. Finally reaching the window, you dragged the heavy drapes to the side, and observed the luxurious royal gardens below. 

They were beautiful, of course. But it seemed to be lacking the exotic foliage of the human world and select items from the Celestial Realm. Humming thoughtfully, you made your way to the door before pausing. How soon until Barbatos realized you weren’t in his room? You were sure his punishment would be severe, probably borderline torturous. He didn’t seem to be as forgiving and warm as the Barbatos from your time. 

You tucked your D.D.D. away, meditating on your position for a moment. You had always been able to locate Diavolo after the two of you had become so close, years together reflecting in your magical abilities to seek him out. 

As you opened your eyes, breathing slowly and calmly, a small thread appeared before you. Smiling gently, you reached out to it, twirling it around your fingers and palm before teleporting yourself to the end of it. 

The sounds of Diavolo’s office were muted as he worked. He had large blueprints in front of him, something he had been eager to begin construction on. Now that there were angels turned demons in his realm, he felt he could finally begin stitching the three worlds together. 

Barbatos had helped him come up with a sort of educational facility. He planned to call it the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Not to toot his own horn, but considering it was his goal to unite the worlds, he could be a little selfish and name it after him. 

He wanted to have the angels- or, demons now, get to know about the culture in their new home. They had separated out and gone on differing rampages, not that it bothered him any. The Devildom was vast; countless lost souls, tortured beings, and lesser demons populating the place. He could let the newly transformed brothers have their fill, after all, he was known to go on large hunting trips as well. 

On such trips, he was able to survey his kingdom and lands, as well as indulge in a bit of temptation. He had taken a few demons as concubines, slaughtered others, and consumed lesser demons and lost souls more times than he could count. However, he had no concubines at the moment. All of them bored him sooner or later, their fear of him rapidly becoming exhausting to deal with, or their lust for power annoying him. 

He wanted to find someone to be his equal. He had made a deal with Lucifer, the strongest of the brothers, but he had yet to come around and spend quality time. Diavolo enjoyed watching them raze areas of the Devildom, he knew in the long run it would bring them closer to him. 

Golden eyes suddenly darted up, something - or someone - was appearing before him. However, it wasn’t Barbatos, and none of the brothers had been permitted past the magic barrier that surrounded the castle. So who was audacious enough to materialize directly in front of the Demon Prince?

Slowly but surely, a human appeared. Your build a dead giveaway, considering you had no demonic adornments or a glamour he could sense. He could feel his fingers twitch as he held them at his sides. Finally, you became solid, your body and soul joining together after your teleportation and you opened your eyes. 

Molten gaze met your own and you grinned. Waving a hand, you called out to your demon. “Hi Dia! Or, well I know you don’t know me yet, but I just couldn’t stand to stay away from you. Please don’t call Barbatos!” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you begged. 

Bewildered, he simply regarded you in silence. Dia? Was that supposed to be him? You spoke so familiarly, and you mentioned Barbatos with hardly any fear, and an almost equal amount of familiarity. Just who were you? And most of all, “A human?” 

His voice was deep, and without the warmth you were so familiar with. Your smile strained for a moment. “Yeah! I- uh, I’m sort of... Well, we’re very close in the future. Something weird happened and uhm, here I am! Thousands of years in the past...” You looked sheepish, and he couldn’t sense any deception from your words. 

Your trailing off at what you were had him slightly on edge. Who were you? What were you doing here? You knew him well enough to call him by a nickname - there were only a handful of others that called him by his name, most referring to him simply as ‘your majesty’. 

Even with the Demon King asleep, the demons in the Devildom wasted no time in the pomp of addressing him as true royalty. Afterall, he hadn’t been in the public for very long, only recently mingling with his denizens. But you... You weren’t a part of the Devildom. You were from the human world, but most of all you were still alive. 

“What are you doing here? You’re not a lost soul, so you must have a reason for being here.” His gaze was unwavering, you weren’t even sure if he had blinked yet since you appeared before him. He walked around his large desk, his wings flaring behind him as his glittering jewels caught the light. 

You couldn’t help it as you took one step backwards, and his intense stare immediately went to your feet. You stood straight, holding your ground as he stopped in front of you, molten gold eyes staring deep into yours. 

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t know why I’m here, specifically. But in my timeline, you invited me here. The exchange program, you know?” His eyes didn’t move, watching you closely as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you licked your lips nervously, continuing out of nervousness. “We were close, you and I. I lived at the House of Lamentation with the brothers. I’ve been in the Devildom for years now.” 

“Lived. Where do you live now?” His voice was deep and it had your heart fluttering. At your confused look, he reached out, hand under your jaw and tilting your head up, eyes examining your face, neck, and shoulders. “You said you lived with the angels- the demons, I mean. So, where do you live now, where you’re from?” 

His eyes found yours again, intense curiosity in them, yet lacking warmth. “W-With you. We’re together, romantically, I mean. You had asked me to move in with you and so... Well, I did. I went to our room but it doesn’t seem to be used as your bedroom now, which I thought was interesting.” Your weak laughter brought no love to his gaze, his eyes wandering around your body again. 

His nail beneath your jaw was sharp, and you felt if you moved even an inch, it would cut into your soft skin. “You went there? Did you use your teleportation magic?” You nodded slightly, feeling his claw press into you sharply, but as far as you could tell, there was no blood yet. 

Suddenly, a sharp tap echoed against the large heavy wooden doors. Barbatos entered quickly, glaring at the back of your head before regarding his master. “They had express directions to not stray from where I put them. My apologies, My Lord. Please, allow me to escort them back.” 

You shuddered at his tone. He was very not happy with you. Swallowing, you could feel his piercing gaze behind you. Humming in thought, Diavolo finally looked at his friend, “I think I’ll keep them here, Barbatos. Would you bring us some tea and snacks? I’d like to entertain them.” 

Flinching as Barbatos left, the door closing sharply, you gazed up at Diavolo. Finally, his hand left you, and you resisted the urge to rub at where his nail had scratched you. He turned back towards his desk, and with a wave of his hand, the papers began to roll themselves up. 

You moved to sit in the chair before him, looking up at him with caution. You were stiff in your spot, and Diavolo watched as you fidgeted slightly. “So, tell me more about your time here in the Devildom. I’m very interested to hear it.” His hands steepled in front of him as he rested his jaw on them. 

“Oh, well, I was one of the first human exchange students. It was rough in the beginning being here, but you made every effort to make sure I was comfortable and safe. I’ll always be so grateful to you for that. Over the months and years, we grew closer and closer, and well. We sort of, uh, well, fell in love.” 

Your words were hushed towards the end, a bit embarrassed and something else you couldn’t quite describe. You weren’t afraid of him, but there was a seed of doubt planted in the bottom of your belly. Barbatos returned to lay out an afternoon spread before you. Without speaking, or looking at you, he poured tea and promptly left once more. 

Pursing your lips, your eyes flicked up to Diavolo who was still staring intensely at you. “You were a student? Then surely you were attending the Academy that I’m going to build.” You smiled softly, nodding your head as you reached out to grab a small sandwich that you recognized to be safe for human consumption. 

He made no move to eat or drink, and continued to watch you. “I’ve always been fascinated by humans. Tell me, how intimately do I know you?” Swallowing your food, you cleared your throat, looking at him and then down to your lap. “Since you mentioned we are romantically involved, I simply assumed we are also lovers. Is that incorrect?” 

He could tell by your suddenly bashful attitude that he was right. He wanted to know everything, was he really intimate with a human? He had lusted after them more times he could count, yet he always ended up breaking those he took. Demons were sturdier, but he couldn’t deny how soft a human felt. They held a special place within him. He would say in his heart, but he had never felt anything more than a passing curiosity about them, so he couldn’t say whether or not he was actually fond of them. 

Chewing your lip for a moment, “Uhm, yeah we are actually. It's, well, it's very nice.” Your smile was timid, and your shoulders pressed forward, making yourself smaller in the chair. His tongue traced over his teeth as he watched you move around. 

“Are you afraid?” His question was simple, but your feelings were anything but. You didn’t think you were afraid of him, but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled. It was as if you had no barrier between what could possibly go wrong, and you understood now why Barbatos was so insistent that you stay in his room. 

This version of Diavolo didn’t feel anything towards you, wasn’t kind or courteous. Your Diavolo had been socialized around others for countless years, learning to not be so serious, and how to interact. The Diavolo before you didn’t have those types of bonds. Didn’t have the regality you loved. 

You shuffled in your seat, breathing deeply as you addressed him, knowing full well he would be able to tell if you lied to him. “No, I’m not afraid of you. I’m scared of the situation, of the unfamiliar environment I’m in. But I’ve never been and never will be afraid of you, my little prince.” That had him blinking in surprise. You weren’t being dishonest. And he could understand your trepidation at the situation at hand, objectively. 

Little Prince... What a charming pet name to be called. He had never guessed that he would have a lover, and a human one at that. You were kind, he could tell that much. You looked soft and warm, and he yearned to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to feel how you felt under him, how you would beg him to be gentle. 

Grinning at you suddenly, he felt the excitement in his blood, “Well then. It's settled. You’ll be staying here with me in the castle. Barbatos will solve the issues at hand when he’s able, but you,” He stood, imposing body towering over yours, and you felt your breath catch in your lungs. “You shall stay with me. I look forward to the ways you’ll show love to me, human. And please, for your sake, I hope you don’t hold back.” 

You felt cold all of a sudden, as the demon who appeared to be your lover rounded the desk. The tea had gone cold and the food was forgotten. Gripping your hand tightly, enough to make you yelp and grab at his wrist, he hauled you up out of the chair, dangling you by your feet slightly. 

“Let us make our way towards the bedroom. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking. Should you have any tales of our time together, I’m very interested in hearing them.” Dread pooled in your belly, feet tapping at the floors as he dragged you swiftly through the hallways. 

Passing by the kitchens, you saw Barbatos’s dark gaze in passing. How badly you wanted to reach out to him, ask him to help you, to save you from this demon. But your inner pleas went unanswered, powerless to work against his Lord. He had warned you after all, but you simply refused to listen. You’d have to deal with the consequences, and the prince’s insatiable curiosity with humans in every possible way. 

[quaranmine]

How do you go about writing mysteries? Like how your firewatch one has its slow drip of discoveries and backstories and stuff. I keep getting totally lost, cuz I already know my endings, and keep forgetting the audience doesnt and shouldnt know the same. Mysteries are fun. They are also the hardest thing ive ever tried to write.

Honestly, mysteries are SO hard. I don't really know how to write them well either. And your ask honestly surprised me some, because up until this point I have never really considered my AU to succeed as a mystery. There is some legitimate mystery in the story (as to where Mumbo is) but, as it becomes clear in chapter 10 I think, most of the things about the Forest Service, Grian's conspiratorial thinking, and finding someone to blame are just set dressing. Or, to give myself more credit, more character study than reality. Something I've had written in the outline since day one is "Is this a mystery, or is Grian just convinced it's a mystery?" Half of the mystery in the story is finding out what actually happened, and half of the mystery is actually just a character study on Grian's grief and thought processes.

I going to put the rest under a cut, it gets kind of long. I can probably talk about my AU forever honestly. And if anyone reading this isn't caught up to at least chapter 10 this will spoil things:

But anyway. I think the best advice I have is to work backwards. You say you already know your ending so it seems like you're doing that already. I knew from the moment I started working on the story how it was going to end, so working backwards from that is a matter of arranging things to be in the places you want them. Having a complete outline also helps because that's what helped me create that "slow drip of discoveries and backstories" because I wanted to reveal things at a relatively steady pace. As for forgetting that your audience doesn't know things...idk I just try to focus super hard on what has/hasn't been revealed and where everybody's povs are. I think that just becomes a learned thing. I don't just know more than the audience, I know more than all the characters too, and I have to make sure they all operate on exactly what they currently know. I think rereading your already-done work as you go helps to refresh you on this.

Another hard thing about mysteries is like....trusting the audience to make connections. I think that I often overplay my hand and spell things out because I am inexperienced in knowing where to draw the line. For this AU, I didn't really intend it to have any big twist ending. I wanted the truth to be telegraphed as the audience uses their own logic to realize that Grian's POV is biased. And even though I haven't released chapter 11 and 12 yet, I....think I succeeded? Based on the difference in comments from chapter 1 to chapter 10, I think most of my readers are where I want them to be. But I didn't know that until I actually released the chapters. Anyway, I think the surprise is less about what the answer is and more about how it all goes down.

In terms of backstories, Firewatch AU has an almost parallel "before" section. There is never a "flashback" to before Mumbo disappeared. The first scene of the story is the ground zero and we never go before that. So the timeline of the story is always "contained" despite skipping around sometimes? Over the course of the fic I slowly introduce scenes that eventually lead us into exactly how Grian got here in the present-day plot. Pretty much all the "before" sections emphasize one way or another that Grian has been struggling.

I guess I can summarize my intentions with the chapters? There's a specific structure to them and their purpose (if I could help it.) Sometimes I feel like I have this story structured within an inch of its life, which is one reason that I have been able to post as I go without needing to make any retroactive changes to already done chapters.

Chapter one: establishes the central problem in the story, introduces the main characters to each other, and introduces Grian's goals. Honestly, I think this is a great first chapter since it introduces everything it needs to. It swaps time periods more than any other one but that is because I specifically modeled it to reflect the intro of the game Firewatch.

Chapter two: introduces fire as a major plot element, and serves as character development and relationship development between Scar and Grian. Also introduces more of Grian's grief, his thoughts about search and rescue, and specifically (vitally, to the plot) allows Scar see just a glimpse of what's happening with Grian that Grian isn't telling him.

Chapter three: mostly vital character development (especially for Scar) and relationship development; I've got to set them up as becoming friends before the big stuff kicks in. also, fire lookout knowledge!

Chapter four: first big clue (found by chance, not by Grian, which sort of emphasizes the idea of things being out of anyone's control that comes up in the narrative a lot.) Bigger spotlight on Grian's emotions (understatement of the year.) Scar gets officially looped into the Real Story. From this point on the plot progresses relatively regularly.

Chapter five: more character development, and another backstory hint about Scar. also, now that Scar is looped in, he gets to contribute information to the plot by bringing the newest clue (that builds off the information revealed in chapter four) (hey grian, it turns out when you communicate to people they can assist you)

Chapter six: this chapter is mostly a flashback section, which i wanted to avoid in chapters but IIRC it was simply too long to include with chapter five. This section with Pearl serves to emphasize a few different self-destructive tendencies Grian has (isolation, his living space, his financial situation, etc.) And finally, more information Scar gives him since he has contacts from working there so long. Also, from here on out Grian's conspiratorial thinking grows.

-> side note, one part of this story being a mystery that was difficult was that like. without internet research being available in the 80s, most "detective" actions would naturally involve talking to people, interviewing, looking at documents, etc. but since grian is Alone, in the middle of the Wilderness, he has none of that. it's, uh, difficult to introduce clues when the main character has little ability to find them. I had to sit down and be like, realistically HOW can he solve this without just wandering around in the woods endlessly? It's not a fun story if all he does is hike around the forest. In the game Firewatch, that sort of worked, but that's because you're controlling Henry. It doesn't translate well to reading. But with Grian entirely on his own, exploring the forest is the only "tool" he has. So Scar is a useful addition since he actually knows people to talk to that Grian doesn't and can move things forward by bringing more information to the table. But I have to proceed carefully to ensure he isn't just a deus ex machina for any hard parts of the plot. Scar talking to someone off-screen can't solve every problem in the story or else it's a bad story.

Chapter seven: some conflict/roadblocks introduced, because Scar cannot just endlessly poke around and find information without repercussions. also, the govt loooooves to make information available only to specific people. you can and will get slapped on the wrist if you consistently overstep the boundaries of your job. also, i need Grian to contribue his own piece to solving the mystery without Scar, so with his boots-on-the ground he finds the trail Mumbo took to get to from point A to point B. He gets a dangerous idea that will later escalate the plot closer to the climax, since we're officially in the second half of the story. There's a flashback that is purposefully the first part of the story so far to have someone outright state they think Mumbo is dead (and of course it's Jimmy.) Ends with more character development for Scar.

Chapter eight: WOOOO SCAR CHAPTER! but not before some egregiously obvious foreshadowing and a distinct reminder that this is a story about fire. i break from my deep character pov for the first time just to give the readers some scientific and historical background. we finally learn more about Scar, which should in theory retroactively piece together why he specifically wants to help Grian so much: because he sees his own experiences reflected in what Grian is living through now. also, since so much of this story is Grian isolating himself and pushing help away, it is vital for him to be shown someone else Does understand him

Chapter nine: beginning of the end pt 1 of 3. we re-center fire as a risk in the story again. grian commits a few crimes, because his main motivation this whole time has been information. and he simply can't get that information sitting in a tower by himself in the woods. he is desperate to find puzzle pieces to slot together so that everything makes sense. this is also the height of his conspiratorial thinking and there's a big disconnect between how he views other people, and their actual actions. I initially didn't want the story to "leave" its main setting, I wanted it to be a bottle. But that just didn't work in practice when plotting this out.

Chapter ten: beginning of the end pt 2 of 3, and we bring the flashback scenes full circle by including grian's decision to become a lookout in the same chapter we learns he gets fired. a somewhat anti-climactic reveal of there not being all that much conspirarcy to Mumbo's disappearance, in a way that hopefully is not disappointing since hopefully everyone reading realizes Why grian was convinced of this and Why he's wrong. woooo fire again! the return of the mystical bike location that was introduced early in the plot! grian finally being forced to reckon with things he's been avoiding thinking about all story! a fallout between our beloved main characters at the 11th hour!

Chapter eleven and twelve: ???? coming soon but you can guarantee they'll deal with the loose ends here since this story is standalone in its plot

So, idk if that type of analytical breakdown is useful to you. But you can kind of see how my plot was guided by the constraints on my narrative--a lot of my choices involved either needing different characters to help grian, or needing grian to go somewhere else. but i constantly wanted to make sure that it made sense for Scar to help Grian, that Scar never overstepped his place in the narrative by being "all-knowing", and that all of Grian's decisions are driven, even to the point of Problems, by his grief. Also, to kickstart the plot, I needed at least one major shake-up to happen (in this story, finding the bike) or else Grian probably would have been just as doomed as everyone else to look in the wrong places. Since it's more or less a cold case, a breakthrough needed to happen to move things forward. So I suppose what I needed was: first, to know the ending I needed to get to; second, to know where I was starting; and third, to provide at least one major clue to give the characters an opportunity to unravel the rest.

Also, this is less about mysteries and more about characterization, but when writing Grian I put Mumbo at the highest priority in all situations. This means he is willing to tank his financial situation, his jobs, his relationships with his friends, and even commit crimes for Mumbo. He consistently does not consider his own future when making decisions. He's reactive and more than willing to take things to the extreme, which I think makes him honestly more fun to write about. I think his Drive pushes the story even when there's just dialogue sitting in a fire tower. One thing I never wanted to do in this story was soften characters' emotions or actions into something "easier."

anyway, this is a story about trying to find logic in places where there is none, coping badly and learning to cope, accepting support from others, grief, and finding closure <333 thank you for your ask it was very sweet to be asked for advice and hopefully SOMETHING in this essay helps <333

[roxannarambles]

I don't have fic to post today so you get just some silly Nemona x Juliana shippy headcanons

Juliana feeling really shy and giving Nemona a Luvdisc on Valentine's Day as a gesture to confess her feelings and Nemona just being kind of confused and slightly disappointed because Luvdisc is a really weak pokemon and not viable in battles but she's polite about it anyway bc it's a gift and she loves her friend

Juliana trying again and giving her an Applin which Nemona gets more excited about but still doesn't understand it's A Message

Juliana giving her a Swoobat but that doesn't work either

Juliana capturing Unown and giving Nemona a full team of six that spell out "I LOVE U" and Nemona is just like "huh, that's a lot of Unown, thanks?"

Juliana [internally]: @&*$

Juliana finally confessing properly and Nemona is like "OH . . ." and she is overwhelmed and asks if it was ok if she spent some time thinking about it and Juliana says yes, of course, it's totally fine no matter what you think, I just wanted you to know

And Nemona has never thought about, like, any sort of romance stuff before (she thought maybe she was ace or somethin, dunno, just never appealed before) but. The more she thinks about it the more she realizes wait okay I. Have been feeling about my best friend in certain rather intense ways that I hadn't really put a label to. But now. That I think about it, hmm . . .

And comes to a Realization but is freaking out because now she doesn't know how to say it. And she arrives at Arven's dorm room and is like YOU GOTTA HELP ME

Arven, somewhat bemused, "just tell her you like her back! why are you freaking out, you already know she feels the same!"

"but it's not that easy aaaaa I'm not good at discussing FEELINGS"

Arven, "Oh my god. Do you want me to tell her?"

"Oh my gosh, would you?!"

"I was JOKING!"

"oh" she looks sad

"Nemona, be serious. I don't think you really want me to be the one to tell her, do you?"

she sighs "I guess not, yeah."

anyway she eventually works up the nerve to go and tell juliana and she's SO nervous so at first juliana assumes she's nervous about rejecting her and jules is like "it's ok, nemona, I know what you're gonna say, you don't have to feel bad about rejecting me I understand, we'll still be friends I promise" and nemona starts replying to just the first part "oh thank goodness I don't need to say it," and jules is like "I might need to uh. take some time though to . get over it" and nemona is like "WAIT, reject you?! no no no no, I didn't-- that's not what I was gonna say!" and she finally spits it out and they are. both such blushing messes over it.

"what. do we do now."

"dunno, can I hug you?"

"of course silly"

and juliana is like

"I am totally fine with going at whatever speed you are comfortable with, I am happy just being w/ you"

And Nemona agrees and is like 'okay thank you yeah I think I'm good with taking it a bit slow, this is pretty new to me' and jules is like 'yeah, totally, we can go at your own pace' but then after they hug Nemona is just like

"can I kiss you"

"o-oh! that. pace sure picked up!"

"sorry, sorry!"

"no, no, I-- I wasn't complaining!" and she laughs and they kiss

[iyliss]

Edo for the ask meme!

and also Cecil ;u;

WAIT i only notice now it's "yu-gi-oh characters" i am a fool i am clown but oh well i'll make it work.

So for Edo:

Why I like them/why I don’t: I mean like you know kind of a blorbo by proxy. I think he has this very fun balance of deeply normal AND kind of unhinged. Of very secretive and distant and in deep need of helping and talking to people. Need to control and be guided. But also that's what being a teenager with parental issues does to a guy I can't blame him.

What I like about their appearance: so i kind of love how his hair fits on his haid it's something I really try to replicate like it's this feeling of... technically it IS short but also it's just a bit long. It just falls a bit all over him. Yeah idk how to explain but I love attempting to draw it.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? so yeah never watched the dub beside specific eps and clips so I'm a chronical sub names user BUT Aster is so cute and fits him so well imo. Actually I probably should use Ed because it's likely what his names is supposed to be but idk i'm used to a spelling and pronunciation and it's really hard for me to switch.

OTP: yeah so like destinyshipping yeah yeah. Made a thousand art and fics and AUs and stories what am I supposed to say. They hit the perfect balance of terminally sad and messy AND very cute and hopeful. Also i do like heroshipping and whatever edo/manjoume is called but i admit i have a hard time being strongly invested in something of GX that is not saiou.

NOTP: Never really saw a ship that I disliked heavily so I'm not going to make myself think of one.

OT3: I have been so sooo many thoughts about edo/saiou/judai combination situationship lately. Listen. Edo having his silly childhood crush and his silly teenage crush on two people (he's actually painfully in love but shh). One clearly has no interest in romantic relationship or is overall very distant with it and the other spends half the time disappearing from public circulation to go deal with supernatural creature. Then eventually he realize that they 1/ spend a lot of time together 2/ are much MUCH closer than he thought 3/ may or may not have something going on between them. But also the entire point is that. Yeah. Neither Saiou nor Judai really are into anything like a "romantic relationship" and function fairly well together because of that but also if Edo just TALKS TO THEM ABOUT IT maybe he can not feel left out all the time. Things like that. I hope someday I can write them but it'll be long and messy.

Favourite card they use: D-time because at some point we tried recreating it with my friend on some tea biscuits with sugar and all and it was fun.

Favourite moment they were in: IMAGINE HOLDING SAIOU'S HAND WOW I WISH THAT WERE ME THAT SO UNFAIR COME OOON no also the whole scene is one of my fav ygo moment ever.

Least favourite moment: uuh i guess i was not quite impressed by the amon mini-arc with echo and everything? But also beside a dozen ep season 3 didn't amaze me the most so it's not on him.

And for apparently the new exclusive yugioh character Cecil Harvey (actually he'd make for a really fun ygo protag. I have that AU somewhere)

Why I like them/why I don’t: Cecil feel like a very classic jrpg protagonist from afar like yeah he's very kind and devoted but has to prove himself after having been driven to do bad things... But also... I think he's very unique in how that kindness and devotion is portrayed. In the average story it'd be about how sad it is for him that he keeps sacrificing himself for others and carry such a burden and so and so... But not in FFIV. In this game his kindness is a burden for others. His devotion, his sense of sacrifice, make other people have to take care of him. His sensibility means his emotions are always the most important thing, and it's so rare for stories to take that angle instead of making the protagonist's emotion well... the most important thing. It makes him a very subtle character, both deeply positive and good but also almost destructive to people around him under the wrong circumpstances.

What I like about their appearance: he is SO pretty, squenix just don't make beautiful men like this anymore. His hair looks so soft and airy, the little jewels and decoration and make up is so cute, and i love how he looks like he glows in the dark. I will say I especially love the fact that Amano's artwork, the pixel art, the remake, dissidia, and all the different re-design he has means Cecil's look is less a defined set of rules and more a direction, certain choices, specific artistic takes. It's less about accurate reproduction and more capturing his essence. It's very liberating to draw.

OTP : ot3 is below but know i'm a baron trio truther and it's above anything else. Cecil/rosa is cute on it's own but I think it lacks a little drama and spice. Cecil/Kain feels a little bit more fun to play with on its own but it's never really just that sole ship to me. Also actually let me call this "favorite relationship" or something and say Cecil and Golbez are the reason I got into FF and their dynamic is the most beautiful thing, so full of pain and love and everything.

NOTP : He doens't have many popular ship so like. None I can think of.

OT3 : BARON TRIO BARON TRIO BARON TRIO these 3 idiots love each other so much in such different way and their relationship becomes sooo interesting and also so gentle when they're all together. And I love how it's frankly very supported by canon? In the DS version whenever 2 are reunited they will think of where is the other and want them here. In DFFOO all Cecil want is to have BOTH of them with him. In WoFF they repeat a scene from ffiv but Kain is sick, Cecil is looking for a cure and Rosa is watching over him. They're just fated to always need all of each other.

Favourite moment they were in: Uuuh practically every scene with Golbez? Calling him "brother" for the first time when they're about to die, and again when they're about to be separated. When he's lost to darkness in TAY but hears his brother calling him so he doesn't disappear. When he tells him he's guiding light in Dissidia. They're so full of love.

Least favourite moment : I guess like most iv fan, when he tells Rosa and Rydia to stay out of the final battle. They kind fo justify it because the 3 guys have very personnal reason to want revenge/answers so Cecil doesn't just think women shouldn't fight but. it does show how this game still can't give female characters as much emotional intensity as the male characters.

Would I fuck, marry or kill them: chosing the fourth secret option where i marry his brother because i so SO want Cecil and Rosa as in-laws.