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changenameno · 5 months ago

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Bitter Truth (One-Shot)

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Summary: You knew that August Walker was a dangerous man. Of course he was. As an Agent, he had to kill people. But you’ve always assumed he only did it, to protect and for the greater good, until you knew better… Without question, your fiancé, was John Lark. Psychopath. Mass Murderer.  Pairing: August Walker & Fem. Reader

Warnings: ANGST, no comfort all hurt

Word count: 1K

A/N: I apologize in advance but also I kinda hurt myself with that one so…🙈🤷‍♀️….As all my other stories so far, it’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨  ! Neither August Walker, nor Mission Impossible: Fallout are my own creation!

 🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨  Packed bag in hand, tears were streaming down your face, probably looking exactly as pathetic as you felt. August wasn’t standing far off, only a few steps away from you.  🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨   He knew the moment he came home that something wasn’t right. On a normal day he would have come home to your sweet voice happily greeting him and the delicious smell of whatever you’d cooked for dinner.  But not today. Today it had been eerily quiet when he stepped foot into your shared home.  All his hard training, made him immediately assume the worst, or what he’d thought the worst would be. Someone had found him and held you hostage in the house.  Soundlessly he locked the door behind him, pulling out his gun. He continued down the hallway, his instincts telling him to turn left and into the living room, instead of going upstairs.  His electric blue eyes scanning every detail of the room, looking for clues. For a fight, for anything out of the ordinary.  There was a lot to take in, and all of which was out of the ordinary. On the usually empty, huge coffee table, lay opened letters haphazardly strewn across it. The phone abandoned on top. The TV switched on, playing a scene repeatedly, albeit muted.  Again and again, his own furiously contorted face stared back at him from the screen. Showing not August Walker, but John Lark during his last successful mission. Holding the detonator of a bomb in his right hand. Minutes before the hospital would explode and everyone within would be no more.  A million thoughts raced through his mind, a million possibilities of what had happened. But one thorough glance at the letters — which at closer inspection was only one letter — told him the truth.  He proceeded towards the table and lifted up the first page, beginning to read.

|| Dear soon-to-be Mrs. Walker,

Or shall I say Lark? ||

August’s eyes widened, lips tight, face now mirroring the fury on screen. Who dared? Who had filmed him and found out who he was? Just to destroy, the only precious thing he’d ever held close to his heart.  Then he heard it, uneven foot falls coming down the staircase, someone sniffling all the while. At once setting his body into motion. As if on autopilot, he put his arm with the gun in hand, behind his back and headed toward the hallway.  Drowning in your misery, you didn’t notice him right away. But when you did, you froze, staring at the man you’d called August.

  🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨   Packed bag in hand, tears were streaming down your face, probably looking exactly as pathetic as you felt. August wasn’t standing far off, only a few steps away from you.  Neither of you said anything. His silence confirming what you already knew.  Blurry-eyed, your gaze wondered up his impossibly sturdy legs, to his broad chest and finally reached his handsome bewhiskered face. Swallowing thickly when his sapphires were already fixed on you.  Desperately wanting it all to be a lie. Hoping beyond hope he could explain everything. Wishing it, to be untrue.  Yet for the first time his eyes held nothing but the whole truth. August tried blinking away the burning sting of the forthcoming tears.  Inhaling deeply to somewhat calm the chaos in your head and heart you finally broke the silence,” You know, what hurts most?”  He stayed silent, shocked at how frail and distant you sounded. As if you were far away, detached from reality, from him, drifting off into the cold abyss of indifference.  “Mmh? Not the lies. Oh no, not the lies. But the fact that you made me fall in lov-ve with you,” your voice slightly wavering on the very word you despised most at the moment.  His forming tears threatened to spill over, with every broken word you whispered. Tearing at the pieces of his own shattered heart.  You continued with a pained smile,” Made me fall in love, with a mass murderer.” Disgust clearly reflected on your face, making him grip his gun tighter, his right hand still behind his back. Knuckles turning white.  He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t. You’d be a huge risk, knowing the truth. His right hand began to tremble, finger on the trigger. The internal battle he fought, came to a swift halt, as he heard you, unlocking the door.  Your back was to him, your left hand holding the door open. Before you took another step, you turned to face him one final time. Eyes raking over his figure, widening as you took in the tell-tale signs of his position and stance. Was he going to shoot you?  Against you better judgement a sad, soft smile curled your lips, breathing, “Goodbye, John Lark.”  Then you slipped out, closing the door behind you. You were gone.  He stared, unblinking at the spot your lovely face had been in, seconds prior. Hearing a loud clang, as his gun hit the wooden floor. Collapsing onto his knees. Crumpling. Tears freely streaming down his face.  Truly the worst case scenario had just played out in front of him. The entire time his throat so constricted with grief, he’d been incapable of uttering even a single word…   🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨   Taglist: If you're interested in being on my taglist, please let me know! And if you want to be taken off (my taglist), feel free to tell me!❤️✨

#henry cavill #august walker #x reader #angst #fanfic

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m1lflov3rrr · 1 year ago

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heyy i wanted to ask if u could maybe do a smutty oneshot where larissa made yn wear a v1brator while teaching her class and she would often tease her while yn is explaining her lesson, if she made any noise she’d punish her but if she stayed quiet she will reward her

Oh, absolutely!!!! ;))) Here you go, should I make a part 2?

Never Tease the Principal (You’ll Regret It)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Warnings: smut, teasing, edging, public?teasing, vibrator, mean mommy Larissa

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: You should have never teased your wife that morning, as it had consequences…

A/N: So sorry it’s taking so long in answering your requests, but I’m working on them!!! It’s just very hectic at the moment, thank you for your patience <3 Love ya’ll!! Also, sorry about the language mistakes!

”Good morning, Rissa.” You whispered to your wife who was still sleeping beside you. You planted a kiss on her cheek to try and wake her up. She stirred a little before opening her eyes and you couldn’t help but swoon a little at those sapphire eyes, staring at you so full of love.

”Morning to you too, darling.” She mumbled with that hoarse morning voice of hers you loved oh so much. Her eyes went down to your lips and you noticed how she kept staring at your lips. You chuckled, knowing how usual it was for your wife to just keep zoning out in the morning.

You snapped her out of her small trance by planting a gentle kiss on her soft lips, causing the blonde to jump a little and let out a small awkward laugh. You smiled in content at her, and suddenly she wrapped her arm to rest on your neck as she pulled you closer to her and closed the gap between you, kissing you surprisingly passionately. You let out a small moan as her tongue kept asking for permission to explore your mouth. And you, of course, gladly granted it.

Before you knew it, your cute little moment had turned into a full-on makeout session, with your hands roaming across each others’ bodies and almost in places they should definitely not be at 6:38am on a random Tuesday.

”We’re… going to be, ah, late…” You mumbled against her neck while she was panting heavily and gripping your hair tightly to keep you where you are. Although it seemed that Larissa Weems was probably the most organized, precise and always on-time kind of person, it was actually you who had more rationality in these situations. Although she would never admit it and you’d never tell that to anyone, for her sake.

Larissa groaned in (sexual) frustration as she was reminded of it. She wanted you all to herself for the whole morning, hell, the whole day. And deep down, she was fucking needy. ”Can’t that… oh god!” She yelped as you slid your knee between her legs and felt her wetness pooling from her underwear and onto your thigh as she started not-so-subtly grinding on your thigh, seeking any friction she could possibly get.

”What was that, honey? Can’t that…?” You whispered in her ear as she kept grinding herself on you, moaning louder and louder with some curse words an average person could never even imagine Larissa Weems using.

She picked up her pace and you pinched her hardened nipples through her silk t-shirt. ”I said, ah, can’t that fucking wait! Oh, that feels so good, please, Y/N,” She was a moaning mess as you attacked her neck once more, leaving a noticeable trail of hickeys there that she’d have a hard time trying to cover up.

”Are you close?” You purred against her ear, and received only some disheveled but vigorous nods and something along the lines of, ”Ah! Ah, yes, I’m so close, ah, ah! Don’t stop, please, I’m so close…”

You chuckled evilly as you felt her pick up her pace even faster. And just as the coil in her stomach was about to snap, just as she was this close of falling off the edge, you pulled away.

Larissa looked absolutely astounded as the smallest whimper escaped her lips and her eyes widened. ”W-what? Please,”

You smirked, ”I already told you we’re going to be late, Rissa. We were supposed to get up 30 minutes ago, so get up!” You stood up and Larissa was staring daggers at you.

You rounded the bed and pulled the blanket off her, ”Chop chop Rissa, the school isn’t going to run itself.”

Larissa reluctantly stood up, pouting at you.

You knew you were playing with fire, and you had no idea why had you woken up with a need to be burned.

You went to the bathroom to get ready for the day, and your wife followed behind. As you were brushing your teeth, you felt a pair of arms gripping your waist tightly, almost like as a warning. You made eye contact in the mirror, and she lowered her head down to your neck and started sucking on your sweet spot. You closed your eyes in satisfaction and tilted your head on her shoulder to give her more access. You knew she was going to leave marks, she absolutely loved marking you, and always did.

Your breathing picked up a bit as a small whimper escaped your throat.

”You know,” She whispered in your ear as her hands slowly slid from your waist to groping your boobs, causing you to yelp as you felt her pinching your nipples cuite harshly. ”You’re really, really going to regret that little stunt you just pulled there, love.”

Your eyes snapped open and you gave her a challenging look in the mirror, ”I’d like to see you try.” You said with that mischievous glint of yours that had grown very familiar to her. Had you known what the later cause of your words would’ve been, you definitely would have not said that.

She hummed, as if in thought, and pulled away from you. ”I see how it is. Just know, that by the end of the day you will be begging for my forgiveness and my forgiveness only, you’ll be lucky to even remember your own name after I’m through with you.” She said before retreating back to the bedroom, leaving you standing there in front of the mirror, looking at yourself with wide eyes and a heaving chest.

”Right? You should’ve seen his face!” Marilyn giggled as she was telling you what had happened a few days prior to her.

You chuckled at her, ”Must’ve been priceless. Oh, won’t you look at the time! Only 15 minutes before my next class, I’d better go and prep a bit. I’ll see you later, Mari!” You blew your friend a kiss and she sent one back to you accompanied with a bright smile.

You strolled through the empty hallways as the students were still having their lunch. Moments like this were one of your favourites in your day, as you got to see the corridors looking peaceful and quiet, something you really loved. The only other time you’d see the hallways like this was at night, so you’d really grown to appreciate these small moments.

Your were bursted out of your peaceful bubble when suddenly a hand gripped your wrist tightly and pulled you to the closet you were walking past.

For a second it was completely dark and you wiggled your hand away from whoever did that. ”What the hell?!”

The lights turned on, revealing Larissa. You sighed in relief, laying a hand on your chest to exaggerate, ”Christ, Larissa, you scared me! What is up with you?”

She didn’t say anything, she only had a dark look in her eyes, staring down at you as if you were her prey.

You narrowed your eyes at her, ducking your head, ”You alright? Look, I’ve got no time for this, I have a class starting in 5-” You were cut off by her lips suddenly attacking yours. You moaned since she took you completely by surprise.

She continued kissing you and slid her tongue into your mouth as she roughly pinned you against the wall, and you moaned louder as the pain on your back mixed with the pleasure. Her hands wrapped around your waist, slowly trailing lower and lower as she soon reached the buttons of your pants, quickly opening them.

You frowned, ”Rissa, we can’t, not now! The students-” Your eyes widened as you saw what she pulled from her pocket. A vibrator. And you instantly realized which one it was. That.

You shook your head with disbelief, staring at the toy with wide eyes, ”N-no…”

”Oh, I’m not taking no for an answer. Remember what I told you earlier? That you’ll be begging for my forgiveness? I can be cruel too, sweet girl.” She slid a hand into your panties, rubbing your clit in slow circles as she gathered some of your wetness, making you breathe even heavier and your eyes roll back.

”Ah, Rissa, stop, you know we can’t…” You pleaded with the last bit of your rationality.

She rubbed even faster, and you bucked your hips against her hand, making her pull away. You huffed, but soon your eyes widened as she was spreading your wetness on the toy in her hand. And the rest of it she sucked off of her fingers in a seductive way, never breaking eye contact.

Then, she wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, turning you swiftly around so that your back was against her front. She had a strong grip on you, and it would be nearly impossible to wiggle out of her grip now.

Slowly, she began lowering the vibrator, and when it hit your clit your head jerked back to, again, rest on Larissa’s shoulder. She turned it on the lowest setting and you began grinding down on it, hoping to get your release soon.

But because it was Larissa, you had to not even bother getting your hopes up with that one.

”Ahh, mommy… More, please mommy, I’ll be so good…” You whimpered.

She chuckled against your neck as she brung the toy to your entrance, teasing it a bit before sliding it inside agonizingly slow. You gasped as you gripped her dress tightly. It was still on the lowest setting, vibrating enough to give you at least a bit of pleasure but nowhere near of getting you to reach your high.

Then, suddenly she pulled her hands away and buttoned your pants again, you looked at her like she’d grown another head. ”What do you think you’re doing?!?” You sneered.

She smirked as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. ”Getting my revenge. Now, you wouldn’t want to be late to your own class when the principal comes to inspect, would you now?” And she opened the door, acting like absolutely nothing had just happened in there.

You would not survive today.

”Hello everyone! Today, uh, you’re- the principal- principal Weems is coming to inspect our class, so, behave nicely, alright?” You informed the class and got some nods in answer.

Larissa walked inside with her work smile, her gaze lingering on you and your heaving form for a bit longer than what would be considered appropriate. But no one even blinked an eye at this, since everyone knew you were Larissa’s wife.

”Yes, indeed. I will be inspecting at the back of the class, so just behave like you normally would, pretend like I’m not here at all!” She exclaimed before walking to the back row.

You watched as she sat down and shook your head to yourself. You could maybe handle it if she kept it set at this pace but not even a bit faster.

And like she could read your mind, she pulled out her phone and suddenly you felt the speed increase rapidly, making you wince as you tried to keep your moans down. You noticed a few students looking at you weirdly, so you rounded the table and sat down.

”Okay, guys, today we’ll be continuing the assignment I gave you last week, and if you’re done with that then you are free to go.” You explained. You hadn’t planned the class to go like this, but in hopes of not getting caught you had no other choice.

But that instantly came back to bite you as only two students stood up and left.

Great.

There was a ping on your phone, and you picked it up to read Larissa’s message.

Nice try, sweetling. Make one noice and you won’t be cumming for weeks, clear?

You looked at the text in pure horror and felt the speed picking up increasingly, your breathing along with it. You looked at Larissa, who had an almost amused look on her face.

You pulled out your laptop and hoped that you’d get even a bit distracted by typing out some emails and planning for the upcoming week. Everything seemed to be going fine, until-

”Mrs. Weems? Could you come help me with this?” Enid asked with her hand raised. From the corner of your eye you could see Larissa’s soft smile at that, how you were addressed as Mrs. Weems.

”Yes, Enid?” You tried walking as normally as possible over to her desk, clenching your fist shut and trying not to focus on the increasing speed of the toy.

”Could you explain this task again? I’m sorry Mrs. Weems, I kind of spaced out when you were giving the instructions…” She said with apologetic eyes.

You smiled softly at her, tilting your head and trying to look even a bit scolding. ”It’s alright, Enid. Now, you just write down everything you find useful… and, and.. then go over your text once more, ’kay?”

She nodded with a smile, though she also frowned a bit by your unusual demeanor. As you were making your way back to the desk, out of the blue, Larissa set the vibrator to its highest setting so suddenly, causing you to gasp audibly and grab the desk for support. Almost every pair of eyes in the classroom were looking at you either with a weird or a concerned expression. You didn’t even have to look at Larissa to know that she had that infuriatingly amused expression on her face.

”S-sorry, cramps..” You mumbled as you sat down behind your desk.

And the rest of the lesson went by excruciatingly slow, with Larissa regularly picking up the speed and edging you, but turning it all off before you could release. You tried your best to not start sobbing in front of your students.

”Alright, g-guys.. You can go now…” You sighed and luckily everyone got out of their seats swiftly and left the room.

You gave the most furious death stare to your wife as you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks, ruining your makeup.

She faux pouted at your state, locking the door and approaching you in a way only a predator would approach its prey. She took your chin between her fingers and tutted as you looked up to her through your eyelashes, panting slightly.

”Are you going to behave now?” She asked with a hoarse tone, clearly enjoying the power play that was definitely there.

You shivered at that tone, and obediently nodded as you bit your lower lip. Larissa’s eyes darkened at that as she let out a small chuckle, ”I certainly would hope so.” She breathed out, looking at you like you were the eight fucking wonder of the world. And to be true, to Larissa, you were.

She pulled you in a bruising kiss as you felt the speed pick up again, causing you to whimper very audibly into her mouth. She smirked at that, pulling away as you looked at her with your best doe-eyes.

”I’ll see you tonight, my love.” She whispered, pecking you quickly, but lovingly, one last time before leaving out the door. And she never took the vibrator out. And then, the pace picked up even more.

Oh, you would absolutely not survive this day.

#larissa weems #wednesday #principal weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x y/n #gwendoline christie

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l-in-the-light · 4 months ago

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Hey 😊👋, I totally agree with your character analysis of Law. How do you think he would behave towards someone who is Traumatized too? Or maybe someone with a chronic disease? Would he offer not only medical but emotional support? Or would he hold back cause he's an emotional vrack himself?😊

Thanks for liking it! I was actually thinking about that possibility before myself as well. Because there's one person in One Piece we met at Egghead that is revealed to have suffered from sapphire scales disease and Kuma was even searching for Law at some point, hoping he could cure her. Isn't this a perfect opportunity to imagine what could have been if Kuma was more lucky?

I think Law and Bonney would understand each other like no one else could. They both had to deal with diseases other people feared and felt disgusted by, one got practically locked up in church, the other had his freedom restricted by Flevance's closed borders and a war. They also both ended up pretty lonely as a result.

Both were also saved by a loving person who made sure to give them affection and assure them touching is okay. It was Corazon in Law's case, even though it didn't prevent him from developing trauma. We don't see enough yet of Bonney to know if she also developed a trauma as the result, but I'm sure it would be less severe at the very least, Kuma made sure of that. But it's just to be expected that it also affected her in significant way, despite Kuma's best efforts (might explain Bonney's rude attitude towards strangers, both Law and Bonney share that, it's just difficult for them to open up to people they don't know). Bonney and Law both can be interpreted as people who tried to overturn their condition into something positive after it's visual signs are gone: Bonney with her jewel on her cheek, and Law with his tattoos. This time it's them who made the choice about how their skin looks like and what it stands for.

Still, understanding each other on such an outstanding level is different from being at ease interacting with each other. Law might be very caring towards Bonney (in his usual non-obvious way), but it won't change his personality 180 degrees, he's still gonna be annoyed at all the ruckus she might cause, after all. But since he knows how it's like to have a loud, busybody younger sister, I think he would find himself very nostalgic about all of that. I think it could even heal his soul a little. At first he would probably try to keep it professional (if he's her doctor), but he wouldn't be able to keep pretending it's just that forever. It just hits too close to home, after all. If Kuma disappeared one day like in canon, Law would definitely not leave Bonney alone to travel and search for him.

Imagine this attitude Bonney shows towards people who call her a monster. For Law seeing that would mean a lot. He would definitely defend Bonney as well.

Bonney on the other hand, is not used to having siblings, she never had any. That could create new experiences for her, allow her to create new bonds and find a new person besides her dad to rely on, and we know she also often felt pretty lonely. If Law's treatment would be enough to cure her, they could grow closer together, maybe Law would even go as far as share his own experience of having to live with amber lead syndrome. They have a huge age gap, but that could be a good thing too, Law could be the responsible older sibling he never got to be, since he lost his sister at a very young age. Maybe Bonney could also teach him how to have faith again, after all they both have ties to church and religion. But how would the two of them evolve with time? Would Bonney think of Law as her rolemodel? They sure do share some no-bullshitting rude vibes attitude, it would be really exciting to see where it goes from that point on.

Now to answer the first part of your question, I think we saw Law interacting with other traumatized people already! For example Robin. And we are shown a small tidbit of their interactions, especially in Wano when Law shares something he didn't share with anyone besides his own crew so far: his true name. I think he can easily relate to Robin (Ohara's incident wasn't exactly top secret) and they don't even have to talk about it to be on same wavelength. They even share same deadpan sense of humour:

Their trust can show in small gestures and hints of mutual understanding no one else but the two of them would pick up on. For example, whenever Law clams up Robin would be able to guess why (a nightmare, a flashback, she can pick up on smallest hints after all) and she would just offer him a timeout and quietly tell others not to bother him, because she also knows how irritable one can get after a triggering event. We can see evidence below that Robin can pick up on hints in Law's behaviour no one else truly can:

Or she would sent Luffy his way, because if there's one thing Robin truly believes in is that Luffy can fix it on emotional level. Law of course would be sure to return the favour back to Robin.

And then we have another person who is also traumatized and Law understands it without any need for words to be shared. It's Luffy. Luffy lost Ace and went through a breakdown, Law also knows how that feels like. He doesn't need to ask him about things, Luffy doesn't have to say anything at all, Law would just take one look and know. After all, their reactions to trauma are extremely similar, with them shutting off others and isolating themselves (Luffy after Usopp left the crew, and also when mourning Ace). If Luffy would have a nightmare and escape to Sunny's figurehead to be alone, Law would just stand guard silently so no one bothers him till he's fine. That's the level of understanding without words those two already share. It definitely also helps Law to heal old wounds if he can take care of Luffy just the same way he would take care of Lammy. After all, Luffy does seem to remind him of her:

To sum it up, I guess shared traumatic experience or chronic disease would make it easier, but it wouldn't change the fact Law would act coldish at the beginning anyway. It would help him grow fonder and relate to those people quicker (no longer considering them strangers he has nothing to do with, like Law did with Kid in Sabaody), but at the same time it won't make him into a different, suddenly open person. With enough time given his shell would finally crack though and once he's dedicated to people, he's dedicated to them for good. Still, don't expect him to suddenly be very open and overly affectionate in front of everyone, it's just not his type of personality. Even as a kid Law wasn't the overly expressionate type, in his flashback with Lammy he was mostly just smiling to himself thinking of her. He always shows how he cares in smaller gestures and is considerate in ways that aren't super obvious, but they're definitely always there.

I'm also really sorry for the late reply and I hope you enjoyed my answer/personal opinion. If not, please feel free to drop me another ask, I will try to do better next time :D Thank you for your question, I really enjoyed answering it <3

#one piece #trafalgar law #luffy #lawlu #jewelry bonney #nico robin #trauma #illness #amber lead syndrome #ask

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would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend · 1 year ago

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Hi there! Just came across this blog, and I must say you do some great work!

Okay, ever since I first heard of Pokémon as a kid back in the 90's, I've desperately dreamed of having my favourite Pokémon, Haunter, as my beloved companion. So I'm fairly interested in hearing how you'd rank a Haunter, the very best ghostly boy ever, as a pet :) I know he comes with some potential health risks to an owner or trainer, but listen, I'm willing to risk an odd paralysis here and there if it means I'll finally get to have a Haunter as my sidekick! <3

[Thank you so much!]

Well…uh… I really wouldn’t recommend it, but I know I’m not stopping it. I know there’s a lot of trainers out there who use haunters in battle but I’ll be honest: those people are like, recklessly bold. I’m afraid keeping a haunter comes with more of a risk than just paralysis. But I’m getting ahead of myself: let’s get into it.

Space is a non-issue for haunters. While at five-feet tall these pokémon are pretty large, they are nearly weightless and can pass through solid surfaces, like walls, with ease (Red/Blue). This is both good and bad: on one hand it means that they can fit in any home. On the other, it means that they could come and go from your home whenever they want to, and there’s nothing you can do about it. That could be a problem, as we’ll get into later, but it does save haunter from a lower rank than an F. If you want to adopt a haunter, you’ll need to keep your home pretty dark at all hours of the day. Wild haunters spend all of their time in the shadows, out of what seems to be both a preference and a necessity for survival: in well-lit cities, they are said to be going extinct (Gold, Moon)!

Ok, let’s get into the real issue here: haunters kill people. They are known to stalk and ambush any living things who pass by them alone and in the dark (especially those in a gloomy mood), licking them with their gaseous tongues to “sap their life away” (Yellow, Gold, Silver, Crystal, Ultra Moon). If you are licked by a haunter, you will face a long, painful death: you will be racked by constant shaking until you die (Yellow, Silver). Now, it’s unclear if haunters need to do this in order to survive, but they do it often enough that the pokédex gives a firm warning to never approach this pokémon, even if they are acting friendly (Ruby/Sapphire). Let’s say, just as a hypothetical, your haunter decides that they like you enough to not kill you. That’s great! But, like I said earlier, you have no means of restraining you haunter to your house. They could go off and steal the lives of whoever they want! At the very least, keeping a haunter as a house pet would require extensive training.

Their notorious lick isn’t the only means that haunters have to menace humans: they have access to dangerous ghost-type moves like Curse, which saps your HP over time until you fall unconscious, or Night Shade, which hurts you depending on your level. If you’re an adult human, you probably have a pretty high level. They also can use staples like Shadow Punch, Lick (of course), Hex, and Shadow Ball, all of which present a threat. Given that haunters appear to be pretty malevolent beings, an attack is certainly not out of the question. Unless you are well-trained in taking care of ghost-type pokémon, your survival chances when attacked by a haunter are startlingly low.

There aren’t many pokémon that I’ve covered so far that actively hunt and kill humans as a part of their natural behavior. I know there’s people out there, probably experts, who could maybe handle a haunter as a house pet, but they really take their lives (and their neighbors’) into their own hands every day. I can’t, in good conscience, suggest a haunter as a pet, sadly.

#pokémon #pokemon #haunter #pkmn irl #pr-f

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spectator-zee · 5 months ago

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Hey there! I saw you've been starting to expand your own rewrite so I'd thought of a few questions or you! Now I'm not fully versed in your Wish AU, but I'm genuinely curious. So here we go:

How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys. 😂

How long does your storyline go on?

Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

When can we expect the first chapter?

Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug:

Good luck on your stuff! 😎

1. How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

I got inspiration from both my mutuals, the movie, some tropes i love from watching different anime and reading multiple Webtoons.

So my little wish au was born. It was initially was just going to be my little secret, just drawing my own version of Asha and Starboy and writing down some ideas for the AU whenever I have ideas for it, but when @signed-sapphire tagged me to recreate my Asha and Starboy on this picrew they found, well-

I was forced to reveal my two kiddos 🤧

(Just kidding Saph ily platonically-)

ANYWAYS-

Lots of stuff changed compared to the first draft too.

I actually had two other wish AUs before the current one i have right now.

One is a sort of villain AU of Asha and Starboy, where i named that Starboy Alzir. (I can't remember why i named that guy like that tho)

And one where Asha is the thought to be dead princess of Rosas turned vigilante of some sorts, also with a Starboy (also named Orion). The guy was WAY less traumatized than the current Orion, Good for him!

2. How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀(by @your-ne1ghbor) My Asha enjoys spending time with Neighbor's TKoRaT!Asha, they would probably talk about hobbies and what they do to alleviate boredom when confined inside a castle. Though my Asha mostly focused on her job of doing paperwork and castle finances and whatever the heck a princess's job is inside the castle idk. Imagine Navier from Remarried Empress, i definitely got inspired by her a lot when it comes to my Asha.

The Fallen Star 🌠 by @signed-sapphire She would probably not get along with Saph's Asha very much, she'd also try to reel TFS!Asha back whenever she's being rude to someone.

I feel there would be a scenario where TFS!Asha would be ranting to my Asha about the TFS!Seven teens for not appreciating their perfect and benevolent princess and my Asha would just be looking at paperwork and be like-

"Mhm" "Yes, that must be awfully tragic"

My Asha would NOT be listening at all LOL

Reach for the Stars 🌌 @oh-shtars At this point she's not surprised that there's an AU where she's a servant instead. She'd also be kinda akward towards her. since most of the castle staff in my AU knows of her existence but hasn't seen her personally or thinks she's intimidating/standoffish and she'd try her best to not "scare" RFTS!Asha.

Aled Wish au 🏙️ by @uva124 They'd bond over coffee and overworking maybe?

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 by @annymation She'd ask advice on how to draw other people, as she only knows how to draw herself, her surroundings and some animals.

Wish Granted @rascalentertainments She can't tell if WG!Asha doesn't like her or not because of her sarcasm. Though she thinks that WG!Asha probably already doesn't like her due to her being adopted by the Royal couple.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 @chillwildwave She'd relate on to her not being good at magic and both of their Magnificos berating them for not being good at it, she'd try to teach some of the spells she learned by herself to TWK!Asha tho.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 @tumblingdownthefoxden If she ever hears about TaatS! Asha was being stalked, she would have been pretty pissed and if she had the authority, she would have had them arrested and served prison time or community service.

Cause..im pretty sure that STALKING SOMEONE THAT IS THE KING'S APPRENTICE ARE PROBABLY GROUNDS TO SOME PUNISHMENT AT LEAST

3. Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys.

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀 With Neighbor's TKoRaT! Star, Orion sees him as his first Starboy friend, his homie, his first partner in crime! Whenever he wants to hang out with someone (that isn't Asha), he goes to find him first...and drags him along with his shenanigans

The Fallen Star 🌠 With Saph's Cielo, he now has a pranking buddy! (Besides TKoRaT!Star of course) He does get concerned that he trusts so easily towards strangers. But good thing he's a living lie detector and he'll look out for any bad guy that wanna take advantage of him....aaand cue him shooting an arrow at TFS!Mag. Sorry Saph-

Reach for the Stars 🌌 Sueño my boy, Orion would play music for him whenever he sees Sueno is upset or uncomfortable to calm his nerves. When he heard about how he got imprisoned by Magnifico and got his magic drained for years...well, let's just say he had a violent reaction and RFTS!Magnifico is going to be a pincushion once Orion gets his hands on him--

Aled Wish au 🏙️ Wish Uva's Haedus, he had to do a double take cause he can sense that Haedus is pretty powerful. But after getting over that, he thinks that he's really cool to hang out with. Orion would also love Naos and Nembus, he'd try to teach them how to perform spells that they can do even with weak magic.

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 He'd be in awe over Aster's cool cape and question how the heck did he manage to defeat his Magnifico. He'd also applaud that Aster was ready to square up against his Magnifico too, i still remember the swords he made out of stardust, even though it didn't hurt Magnifico, it was still one of my favorite moments.

Wish Granted 💫 WG!Star!!!! i love this little bundle of Joy, Orion would have a bit of a hard time keeping up with Star's energy at first though. He'd also be pretty protective as Star doesn't seem to recognize how dangerous his royal couple is.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 I remember wave mentioning that Antares has a tendency to lie a lot. Due to a past experience, Orion manifested the ability to tell when someone is lying. Whenever Antares lies about something, Orion...would not call him out on it, in public at least. He'd first yank him somewhere private and ask if he's okay and that he's here if Antares needs someone to talk with.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 He can heavily relate with having healing powers yet not being able to save people who they needed to protect. (I love Altan's backstory btw) On a less angsty note, They'd bond over being the only Starboys having fluffy fur on their outfits. Orion would start a "Starboys with Fluffy fur on their outfits" club, only with two members at the moment :')

4. How long does your storyline go on?

In universe it would either be a few months or a year at most.

Cause I feel like it would be like an anime/cartoon(??) series with episodes in it to show dynamics of side characters with one another, or Asha and Orion shenanigans, The Royal couple shenanigans, even an episode dedicated to Asha's owl and Amaya's cat just having beef with each other. Asha and Orion needs time to establish trust with one another over time. Gain allies to stand against the King and Queen, Make the people doubt about the Royal couple, Arc where Asha gets to explore outside the castle walls!, Asha having her first public appearance, episode showing what happened to Rosas' previous King and second prince, Orion backstory, 7 teens POV, all that fun stuff.

(Disclaimer: I am NOT writing all that- I have NO writing experience whatsoever, my au is just a fun little concept that i would just either draw out or share little fun facts about whenever inspiration strikes)

5. Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

Magnifico gifted Asha a crown made of thorny vines for her birthday, she still wears despite it being hurting because it's the only crown she has. And to remind herself that a princess's job is a heavy/painful burden.

6. How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

I don't really plan on Writing this au, it's more like a fun concept that i would share fun facts of or draw occasionally. But if there would be music in it, it would include most of the Songs that are already in the movie except:

• I'm a star • This is the thanks i get • Knowing what i know now

and i would replace them with songs like:

• Wouldn't you like

(Because i freaking LOVE Epic the Musical okay? and Orion would be the type to sing a happy tune with some sinister lyrics sometimes lol)

Here, Orion makes an offer of partnership between him and Asha, he'd be her ally in the quest of preventing Magnifico and Amaya's plans, he also sings some of their crimes during the song too

"She can turn you into an animal that would end up on a plate! "She can all but make you fall in love, like you're on your hundredth date! "He can turn into a monster! And he'll grind you to the bone" "They have all the ways to haunt ya, if you take them all alone!"

He sings these crimes that they they have done in a catchy tune so Asha won't get too spooked but he makes sure that she understands that those two are definitely dangerous and you should be very cautious around them. Because they have definitely done these acts, and would definitely do it again to any person who would oppose them.

• They're only Human

Here the Royal couple sings a duet, looking down on the people that are so far beneath them. Also I'd imagine them singing the Annapantsu and Caleb Hyles Cover instead of the OG version (I still love the og tho)

Not entirely sure what rebellion song I would replace "Knowing what I know now" though

And if there would be an Original song, it would be a song about Asha singing/comforting Orion because he's having a mental breakdown. Singing to him along the lines of- "Deep breaths" "Count with me" "And Repeat"

Idk I'm not a songwriter

And it would be named something like- "Don't blame yourself" or "Things that weren't your fault"

And at some point, Orion would sing this back to her, like a reprise of sorts when she's the one who needs comforting

p.s. I just realized that "Here comes a thought" from Steven Universe would be a perfect alternative instead oh my god-

7. Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

Oh yeah he exists, Asha gave him a raise once, surprised that he didn't quit being Magnifico's magic apprentice since all the previous ones quit and was never seen again (She's secretly investigating where they are as she caught wind of their families being worried sick about them). Flazino didn't know why his salary increased and who did it, cause it's definitely not Magnifico or Amaya, but he's grateful to that person.

He also goes around Rosas to help with his magic, as he's one of the only people in the kingdom authorized to use magic. (Being Magnifico's apprentice and all)

8. When can we expect the first chapter?

I'm not really a writer, so i actually plan to show some happenings in my au with drawings once motivation strikes once in a while, or if some people asks me about stuff about my au cause i don't really talk about stuff unless someone asks me about it

9. Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

They exist! They help their parents who work at the castle, like an internship of sorts so they would take their places once they have come of age. (This might change in the future who knows)

10. Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug

❤️❤️❤️HUG!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ❤️❤️❤️

#disney wish #wish au #wish starboy #wish asha #shooting stars au #princess asha #wish 2023 #asks #zee says words

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cybervesna · 8 months ago

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Can we get 5, 13 & 17 for the true Dogtown ruler (Wiosna, not Lucyfer)? : smug_kurt :

5. What's their moral compass like?

OOF. That's probably one of the hardest matters here. Wiosna really doesn't have a moral compass in the sense we understand it. She never really developed an understanding of what's good and what's wrong. Even, if she knows those things now thanks to her psychology degree, it's still kind of "on paper". But since she was raised in a terrible way explained by "love", Wiosna has an "ends justify means" approach to life. She has no problem with killing people if they get too close, and she will even torture someone out of jealousy. Also, Wiosna has no issues with Kurt being a cruel dictator and a war profiteer since her family is at the beginning chain of every corporation (LoveSky SMC provides resources weapons are made of; also corpo life means only the strongest survive). However, she has a soft spot for kids. Since oftentimes she sees in them the reflection of herself when she was a kid, she is not able to hurt them and isn't blind to their tragedies. At one point she even starts giving kids around Black Sapphire ballet lessons and doesn't shy from giving away her paycheck to them (not that it makes any difference to the heir of the fortune so great it could end world hunger).

13. What's their relationship to their body? Self-esteem? Self image?

Complicated. It started in her ballet class. As you can see, Wiosna doesn't have the perfect "ballerina body" and teenagers are cruel. When she hit puberty hiding her chest or wider hips became a problem. Not that it really was a problem - to her grandmother (who is the head of traditional ballet) it was absolutely all right as long as Wiosna had the technique right and was all natural (no cyberware or bioware). But jealous bitches had different opinions. But it's not something Wiosna could change, so she just swallowed it all and kept the shame to herself. When her psyche started to show signs of disorders, the trial of "therapies" started to consume her. She was told that she needed to be "fixed"; to be "perfect". So it is implemented in her self-image that she is not perfect, and that sparked her need to find validation. Fate put on her way someone who exactly knew how to abuse the insecurities Wiosna had, and she ended up as a Trophy Fiancee to Arthur Jenkins, who fed her ideas like "You would look better in blonde", "What if you remove your freckles? You would look perfect as porcelain doll". So she did what was whispered in her ear. Tho, she never went as far as getting any plastic surgery. As she was studying human behaviors (again her psychological degree) she started to notice, that she is desired by people, no matter the way she currently looks (her normal self or bombshell fantasy), so at least at some point she was aware of the way people are affected by her. Which she learned to use to her advantage. Yet, when it came to romantic partners, she still had the need to "be perfect" for them, so even subconsciously she was reshaping herself to the ideal she thought someone expected of her. Thus, Kurt saying "she is already perfect", broke in her some kind of spell she was bound with, and with that chase for perfection ended. At least for the time being.

Wiosna in 2069 graduating Arasaka Academy vs 2074 when she was with Jenkins

17. What little regrets do they have?

I kinda don't understand "little regrets" so I will just say regrets lol.

The main one goes back to what I mentioned above - she regrets not being perfect. I know, ridiculous but tell that to her, someone who thinks it was all her fault.

She also regrets running away from home. Not long after doing so, Wiosna was in an accident where she lost her hand, which crossed her out from traditional ballet forever. (To the interested, traditional ballet thing is from my headcanon, and her >grandmother< was the pioneer of it.) Since she knew there was no coming back, she proceeded with installing Tier 4 Netrunning Cyberware (she was still 90% organic tho).

And a regret that comes later - she regrets not being in Dogtown during the Phantom Liberty events (at least in my main headcanon). Wiosna believed that if she had been there, things would been different. But she wasn't, and again it was something she couldn't control. This particular guilt in her is the reason why my 2079AU takes place 😬

#cyberpunk 2077 #wiosna blazkowicz #phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 oc #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #phantom liberty oc #netrunner oc #corpo oc

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bafflement · 4 months ago

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About Those Fake Winters... [Deaged Oz AU]

Written for day 8 of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal Festival. There may or may not be another submission later, we'll see...

This DOES serve as an introduction to a new OC, though. :D

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“There’s really been people claiming to be me?” Tip asked, sounding confused. “But… why?” He really couldn’t see any reason why anyone would want to do that, surely it would just be cruel? Besides, who’d go out of their way to be a missing child?

“Oh Winnie… money, of course. We’re not exactly poor…” Willow sounded slightly patronising, though her eyes were fond. Her little brother still seemed uncomfortable spending money, though they’d managed to argue that he needed fitting clothing f he wanted to be unobstructed when fighting. He’d been resistant to multiple sets, but they’d won there, too, eventually. So he had two sets of combat gear now. Both used identical patterns, only the colouring was different. Sapphire and silver for when he needed to look like a Schnee and his favoured emerald and gold for when he didn’t. They hadn’t told him that the shop in question had his measurements on file, nor about all the extra clothing they’d had commissioned. He’d find out eventually, but that he was so very against spending money at all didn’t really paint Vale in a very good light. But then, a lot of things didn’t.

Tip sighed, but he had to acknowledge the point. Everybody knew just how rich the Schnee’s were, it wasn’t beyond the realm of imagination that there could be money there for the claiming. The fact that there had been, not to mention exactly how much… he repressed the shiver. The money didn’t feel real yet, though he knew he could probably do a lot of good with it. He’d have to look into that, when things calmed down. That is, if they ever really did.

“What happened?” He asked, genuinely curious. He did hope that those pretending hadn’t suffered too much for it, there were likely very good reasons for them doing it. At least, he hoped there were. Pretending to be a missing child solely for monetary gain left a bad taste in his mouth, and would have done even if they hadn’t been pretending to be him.

Willow smirked, though her eyes were still rather sad. “Let me tell you the story of the fake Winters. There are reasons we never advertised your precise health issues… father was worried there might be imposters and, as always, he was right.” She sighed, thankful they were all sitting down, this was likely to take awhile.

“The first time someone claimed to be Winter Schnee you would have been, oh, fourteen or so? It took all of four years for someone to come forward, for the first try. Father was so hopeful, but… it was very obvious that they weren’t you.” There was laughter colouring her tone now and Tip raised one dark eyebrow, surprised. What had been so funny about someone trying to commit fraud? Ah well, he’d likely find out soon enough.

“As said, you would have been fourteen. The man who said he was you, well… wasn’t. Mid-twenties, maybe? Fully grown, with facial hair he hadn’t even bothered to dye… I give him props for the sheer audacity, but… you know he kept claiming to be you, even when it was so very obvious that he wasn’t? He claimed it was a semblance accident, seemed almost cruel to arrest him. I’m… not entirely sure what happened to him, actually. He was carted off and we just never heard from him again.”

Tip winced. While the story was very funny, he really did hope the man had gotten the help he obviously needed. He also hoped he hadn’t actually been locked up. Thankfully Fria had still been in charge, back then. She was usually a lot less controlling than James was, though he feared she might have made an exception for her nephew. That had been a shock, finding her name on the family tree. She’d gone out of her way to avoid admitting being a Schnee, but, well, there might have been reasons for that. He shook his head, the first imposter seemed pretty much harmless, though he doubted they’d stay that way.

“The second was… slightly more sinister. They’d used a semblance to appear to be you, were very much solely after the money. They seemed to assume that father’s colouring had been passed down to you, too, though. They’d done some research, but obviously not quite enough. White hair, blue eyes… they were so upset when they were arrested, though at least they admitted that they weren’t you easily enough. They wanted a reward for pointing out the supposed holes in our security.” She sighed again, still looking amused. “I was old enough to be directly involved, by then.”

“Did you? Give them money, I mean?” Tip asked, looking intrigued. He probably would have done in their place, since watching for semblances was really rather important.

“Once they got out of prison, they may or may not have been offered a job in security.” Willow said slowly. The look of appreciation on her brother’s face was slightly annoying, though they’d actually been a really good fit. Still were. They’d been down on their luck when they’d claimed to be Winter, had actually really needed the money, and had worked to achieve that. She actually called them a friend, now, or as much as she’d ever been allowed to call any employee such. Maybe she’d try to get closer to them, now Jacques was no longer an issue?

“Huh. I think I know who you mean…” Winter broke in, speaking for the first time since this had started. To her credit, she hadn’t known about either of these attempts, but… “Amaranth?” She asked, eyebrow raised in unconscious mimicry of Tip’s own a few minutes before. They really did look very alike, sometimes.

“Yes. I don’t think he really likes thinking about that episode very much. As said, he was desperate, but at least he actually had a good reason. The next claimant really didn’t. Oh, they wanted money, yes, but they weren’t in need of it. They were part of a criminal syndicate and… well, General Ironwood was rather less than impressed. It didn’t end well for them.”

“He was a general by then? Tip asked, knowing that had only happened in the last decade. How long had this been going on?

“Well, no. But he was on the rise in the military, and given his personal connections to the case, he got the go ahead to deal with things. At least, I assume that’s how it happened? Either way, he arrested the individual involved with a certain amount of prejudice. He’d written letters, you see… threats against out family.” Willow looked very serious now, meeting Tip’s suddenly horrified eyes. “That was the worst attempt. We got threats for, well, months after he was arrested. Then they stopped. The man was made an example of, nobody tried again until recently…”

“What happened to them?” Tip breathed, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. He already knew more than enough about how James treated criminals, had never agreed with it. But surely before he was what he was now, he wouldn’t have had the power to do anything too bad?

“Nothing good. I’m not sure you really need to know the details and I’m almost certain they might have been exaggerated. Willow looked briefly apologetic as her brain caught up with what she’d just said, but it was so hard to think of her brother as an adult when he was this small, this young physically. When he still looked like Winter, instead of Ozpin. But it wasn’t something she could take back even as she hated herself for the flash of pain in her brother’s eyes.

“That’s alright… if I really want to know, I can just ask James, he’d probably know the details far more than you do anyway. I just… I don’t like the thought that whatever happened was so bad that it acted as that much of a deterrent. Don’t get me wrong, the idea that you had multiple people pretending to be me is ludicrous, but…” He trailed off, biting his lip in an action that was identical to the motion Winter had done when he was younger. Times like this, it was hard to believe that he really didn’t remember anything.

“Well. That one wasn’t particularly funny, but the next one really was. You were a teacher; did you ever have a problem with your students taking some very strange bets?”

Tip grinned, his entire face lighting up. This was more how he’d assumed this conversation was going to go. “Teenagers do tend to do some rather strange things, their brains aren’t fully developed and neither is their common sense.” He sent a playful look over to Weiss and Whitley, who rolled their eyes in unison. Both of them had heard this before, though it was still annoying heard from the mouth of what was for all intents and purposes an eleven-year-old. Neither one of them really bought Tip’s assurances that nothing had changed, though Weiss remembered certain things from Beacon and wondered, at times. Had Ozpin been like this too, just better at hiding it?

“Yes, well. The fourth attempt was the result of a bet. Not one in good taste, mind, and the students ended up in quite a bit of trouble over it, but… one of the students dyed their hair white, found contact lenses from somewhere and waltzed into the SDC lobby, claiming to be you. They were even limping, albeit on the wrong leg. Actually, they all were…”

The sparkle in Tip’s eyes dulled a bit at that. Why anyone would want to limp was beyond him, though he supposed it added validity to the attempt. He would have been furious with any of his students that had gone that far, though. There were limits to decency, though he might still have treated them better that James likely did. He wondered if they’d actually become a Huntsman at all… even if they’d been expelled, there were always other options. Contact lenses though, they were expensive. That they’d had access to them, well… that argues that whichever family they were from had been rather rich and to Atlas, sometimes, that mattered. Even James had to play politics.

“They copied the limp?” Weiss asked, sounding as disgusted as Tip felt. Obviously, that was a step too far for her, too. Winter and Whitley were scowling, so they obviously didn’t like that particular piece of information, either.

“They did. Not very well, nor for very long, but they did. I’m not certain why they thought we’d believe a twenty-year-old was somehow you, four years ago, but… well. Considering you are currently a child, maybe they knew something that we didn’t?” That was… actually a good point. There were prescient semblances and they tended to be incredibly useful for hunters, though if they could see the future, surely, they’d know the prank was a bad idea? Then again, they were still a student and even in Atlas’ more military environment that gave them at least some leeway. Oh, he hoped that it had. Pretending to be someone else was a criminal offence and he had the horrible feeling that things would only go worse for an Atlas cadet caught doing that.

“We found out it had been a prank rather quickly, considering. Nobody was massively impressed, but then they were just students.”

“They? There was more than one person involved at the time?” Tip had been almost certain that there would have been, though. It was rare for a student in heir later years of education to do things without at least nominal support from their team mates. But if a whole team had been involved, then that would have made it a lot easier just to expel them. He couldn’t help but wince at the thought, but again, it was unlikely that Willow would know what had happened to them. Winter might, but from her wince he really wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“That was rather a legend, amongst the military. It was definitely held up as an example of what not to do, though I wasn’t aware that it was specifically Uncle Winter that they had decided to impersonate. It might explain some of the anger, though.” Winter said, voice steady even as her eyes flashed. She was very unimpressed, that much was obvious, but at least if the story had spread then it would be very unlikely to be repeated any time soon. The students hadn’t even been expelled, though they’d all gained a black mark on their records. Some of that was to do with the families involved, but she suspected that her uncle might appreciate knowing that. Later, though. She was aware that there was still one imposter to go. She’d been directly involved in the last one, too.

“Hopefully they won’t do it again?” Tip said, though it was rather interesting to know that the incident had gotten that much traction. From his time at Beacon, he knew it was generally bad form to repeat a prank, for all he wasn’t certain he could really see the humour in that one. He might be too close to the problem, though.

“And then there was the last one. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it, though I can see the logic of you not being told. I’m relatively sure General Ironwood only wanted to protect you, but… the last one was three weeks ago.” Willow sounded furious now, all traces of laughter gone from her voice. Tip flinched; it had really happened that recently? Had the rumours of his survival really pushed someone to go that far? And had they really wanted to convince people they were him, or merely to discredit Tip himself? He knew what Atlas seemed to think of his family now, knew most of it was far from positive. What could they have tried, had they been desperate enough? And more importantly, why hadn’t James told him of the attempt? Surely his friend must have known that he’d want to be told? Or was this, again, more proof that James actually did view him as a child? If that was true, maybe he really did need to get out of Atlas sooner rather than later.

He’d be taking his family with him, though. Whatever had happened three weeks ago, he rather thought James deserved some consequences of his own. His semblance was so useful in pranks and if he really viewed him as a child? Well, let him rue that decision at his leisure. If he wanted to treat Tip as a little boy, then that meant he might be free to act like one for a few days. Not that that would work long term, but he fancied a few days would already be more than enough…

The vengeful look in his eyes had been noticed. Willow looked rather worried, though Weiss looked strangely gleeful, she obviously could tell just what Tip was thinking at. Winter was studiously staring at the floor, which was nice. He suspected she wasn’t going to say anything if and when he took his revenge, though he also knew she wasn’t going to help. She still respected James far too much for that, even if it seemed to have dimmed slightly recently. Maybe that was a good thing, too.

“The last attempt was an adult, he showed up at one of the border stations, claiming to be you. He wasn’t let through, obviously, though various people were informed. When we got there, he was throwing the mother of all temper tantrums. You’d have thought he was about five, though he calmed down rather, on noticing that I was a Schnee.” Winter was the one to tell this part, though since she’d obviously been there, that made sense. Willow still looked furious.

“He was… rather inappropriate. Kept calling himself uncle Winter, even tried to touch me. Not that Clover let him. I think he’s still locked up somewhere, if you wanted to know, though I doubt you’d be told just where. I think the General was worried that the fact that the man had overstepped his boundaries so might have meant you might have been tempted to do something you regretted. We’re still not fully sure just how many people he was working with, if any… and them knowing that you’re this young and vulnerable, well, it wouldn’t exactly end well.”

Tip scowled again, but Winter had a very good point. Okay, maybe he’d only prank James the once, though he still wished he’d been told,

At least most of the impostors had been funny?

What the hell was wrong with Atlas, anyway?

#humor #deaged oz au #remnants of rwby 2024 #remnants of rwby: vytal festival #submission #rwby ozpin #willow schnee #winter schnee #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #james ironwood

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barghestapologist · 8 months ago

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I spend an inappropriate amount of time thinking about my cyberpunk ocs, so I figured I'd write a little about some of my design principles for making a cyberpunk character that fits well into the world! These are just some of the guidelines I use for making characters that helps me flesh them out better. This is something I’ve had the idea to do for a bit, but you all also seem to love my ocs which only furthers my insanity!! Thank you all for my interest in them, it makes me so happy 😭

-Basing around an npc

For both Kerberos and Garnett, I based their characters around npcs present in the game, but this only works well in specific cases. For both of their bases, these are characters without major significance. Garnett's base, the sniper commando in the Black Sapphire sniper nest, is an npc with no name, no reoccurrence, and no real significance outside the scene where you knock him out. While this npc can be killed, you kind of have to go out of your way to do so. This left me with a good blank slate of a character to work with! Even better, this npc has motivation I was able to use. V knocks him out, steals his gun, and he presumably faces the consequences of not detecting and dispatching an intruder. While not all of my cyberpunk ocs are based around npcs, I find that it can make things a lot easier and more fun!

-Connection to V

This is actually a principle my girlfriend came up with, and I think it's not only useful, but can also be really fucking funny. Connections to any existing character are fun to develop, but I personally find V’s connections to be most interesting. V's had an influence on the better part of Night City in one way or another, and probably on your ocs too! While this influence can be positive or negative, I think it's way funnier if it's negative. Thinking realistically though, how many people is V the antagonist to? For Garnett, she snatches his huge expensive gun and gets him demoted. He may not hate her (he's too damn nice) but she undoubtably makes his life harder. For Kerberos, V's ultimately the one that kills Slider, another powerful netrunner in Dogtown. This has no direct effect on him, but it sure sets his nerves on end, and influences his story further down the road. Of course, it can get a little unrealistic to have every one of your ocs have this sort of connection, but be real, V's fucking everywhere, and their actions in the grand scheme of things will have an effect on your oc somewhere. I find its funniest when two ocs that have had separate interactions with V get to talking and realize they’ve been fucked over by the same person 😭

-Finding your niche

Any oc, whether they're a truly original character in an original storyline, or a fan character like I'm discussing, has a distinct place they fit into their world. With cyberpunk, a pre existing universe with its own rigidities, there's a billion things to consider when trying to find just where an oc fits, but that's the fun part! Which existing characters do they know, which are their allies and which their enemies? Who do they work for currently, and who in the past? Where are they from? How'd they end up where they are now? And the all important question of why the fuck are they still in Night City There's a LOT to consider when keeping things realistic, but don't get ahead of yourself. It's cyberpunk, and realism shouldn't be all you're shooting for! If you're not finding quite the right spot, don't be afraid to change things a little! It's virtually impossible to stick to canon 100% when making ocs for anything, so you might as well do shit your own way.

-Personal pieces

Almost every major npc in cyberpunk has a custom weapon, and some have custom vehicles as well. Both of these factors, I feel, are as crucial as anything else when making a cyberpunk oc. In Night City, your iron and your wheels are second only to your life. A lot can be said about a character by the weapon they wield. Is this just something they use to protect themselves, or is their weapon something they treat as an extension of their body? A tool or their baby? The same goes for vehicles. Is this some barely functional hunk of metal that gets them around, or would they scream and cry over the smallest scratch? Garnett's custom weapon, "Houndstooth", a brass knuckle trench knife, isn't something he has a particular attachment to. Sure he named it, sure its saved his life once or twice, but to him, it's just a knife. His car on the other hand, "Courser", a highly customized Quadra type-66 640 TS, is absolutely everything to him. It gets graffitied and he clutches his chest like he's been shot. First adding these, they seemed like trivial details akin to fun facts to me, but the more I developed on them, the more they contributed to his character. I say every part is my favorite to develop, but there's something about the weapons and vehicles I have a ton of fun with.

Done reading? Thank you hehe ok go work on your ocs NOW!!

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #phantom liberty #cyberpunk phantom liberty #cyberpunk oc #ocs #oc ideas #writing #oc : garnett cross #oc : kerberos

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eco-lite · 1 year ago

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Volume 5 thoughts! I can’t believe I have to wait until November for volume 6. 😩

“Citrine Undaunted”

* Bye bye, Shimomura. 👋🏼 Good luck following your passions. I hope Seigi will take inspiration from this.

* This is truly such a bizarre story. Why does it feel like Ms. Darling is some supernatural creature trying to influence Seigi’s path in life? And her compliments about Seigi’s hands are very uncomfortable.

* “It was a lot easier when you let your brain process what you were going to say before you opened your mouth, rather than blurting out something stupid in a panic” (36). Seigi… are you just learning this now?

* I can’t wait for Seigi to do some actual self-reflection and realize that he doesn’t give a shit about being a civil servant.

* Richard loves showing Seigi bi-colored stones, huh…?

* Richard sending emojis makes me so happy.

“A Visage in Sardonyx”

* Poor Homura. Let’s hope third time’s the charm for him. He does seem a bit to quick to marry though.

* Wait, so agate is quartz too? I never new so many stones were varieties of quartz!

* I never know how cameos were made either—that’s so cool!

* “‘Say, for example, you love someone in a romantic sense, but that person doesn’t even consider you a romantic possibility. You’re just someone they “care about deeply”’” (81). Please don’t say this to Richard. That’s gonna hit way to close to home. 🥲

* I’ve considered before that Richard may have wanted to just stop living, but it doesn’t hurt any less for him to confirm it. I’m glad he has support now. It gives new mean to when he says that Saul saved his life, though.

* SEIGI! How are you going to say that your relationship with Richard hasn’t changed at all, and that you’re just boss and employee?! After everything you went through together in the last volume??? Now that you regularly go out to dinner together and talk in the phone until 1:30am?????? What is your problem, man?

* I know the circumstances are weird, but I think Richard and Tanimoto would get along really well and have a lot to talk about. I’m excited for them to meet!

* Although I feel weird about the whole “in love with my stepmother” thing, this case was an interesting exploration of different kinds of love—and how defining your love for someone sometimes isn’t the most important thing. What matters is that the love is there. I suppose I agree with that. It definitely matters how you define the relationship that the love occurs in, though. Seigi needs to start thinking about that.

“The Majesty of Zircon”

* I agree that strict government work probably is t right for Seigi, but damn, his classmates are brutal!

* “And that was how the first step of my self-assessment started—with the fact that I apparently didn’t know the first thing about myself being shoved in my face” (110). Yeah, there are several things you don’t know about yourself, Seigi. Once again, I am begging you to do some self-reflection!

* Woah, a flashback and a POV switch?!

* “‘… I have a interest in waterside ecosystems’” (124). Wow me too!

* Not Jeffrey suggesting they burn the Claremont estate down 😅

* Lol the catharsis of punching Jeffrey in a dream. Wish I could do that. If Richard’s dream is accurate… wtf, Jeffrey?

* “‘…I don’t know how many people you must’ve hurt by being such an impossibly insensitive jerk. A guy like you would never be popular with the high school girls in Delhi, no matter how handsome you are. I could call a dozen of my old friends, and they’d all be like “No thanks”’” (172). You tell him! I love Monica so much.

* Lol Richard giving himself a pep talk in order to make a salad.

* This puts a new perspective on the scene in “White Sapphire” when Richard tells Seigi that he should value himself more than to just throw himself into dangerous situations to save others. Richard learned that lesson himself. He also cares about people deeply enough to take crazy desperate actions. Saul was the one who taught Richard to have more care for himself, and now Richard is passing on that advice to Seigi.

“The Grace of Peridot”

* Not Richard making Seigi read Les Misérables lol

* No Seigi, your past is not “better left unsaid!” Please tell us!

* I really don’t understand why Richard’s parents ever thought they could make their relationship work. Like, how do a conservation-focused entomologist and a self-obsessed actress even fall in love with each other??

* I can’t believe I’m past the point where Seigi saying he would jump into a fire if Richard begged him to doesn’t phase me at all. Yeah, that’s normal Seigi behavior. 🤦🏽‍♀️ For real though, the image of Richard crying and begging is truly very distressing. I hope he never feels so much pain.

* I don’t think we’ve seen Seigi call Richard cute before. And not only cute, but “like a matcha frappé with whipped cream and chocolate chips and muscovado sugar” (256). Wowie.

* This reunion with Chieko is so sweet. Richard is actually being adorable.

* “At any rate, I knew that Richard was not fit to stand around and chat, so I decided to wrap things up there” (258). It’s really hitting me just how attentive Seigi is to Richard’s emotional needs. It’s not just carrying candy around to pacify him when he’s in a bad mood. In this situation, Seigi understands that reuniting with Chieko is a very happy, but also emotionally exhausting experience for Richard. Seigi knows just when to remove them from the situation and come back another time. It’s very sweet.

* HOMURA PLEASE WHY ARE YOU HERE? Well, at least it seems like this relationship will succeed. Third time’s the charm.

* I’m so happy that Richard had such a caring mother figure, and that they’re reunited now. I hope they can see each other often.

* Ew not Margaret Thatcher 😑

* Classic marriage mixup once again.

* Wtf is Richard going to say to him?! You can’t just not let us in on this, Tsujimura!

“Andalusite on Christmas Eve”

* Tanimoto: misunderstands Seigi as always. Seigi: “There really are no gods in this world, huh?” 🥲

* “‘Now, I’m just speaking for myself, but special days can be a bit like storms. And in stormy weather, what you need isn’t a compass or sails but a calm harbor where you can set anchor.’ And then Richard said softly that he prayed that I would find such a place” (291). Holy shit. 🥲🥲

“Tiger’s Eye Look Back”

* A cute little story from the first few months of Seigi working at Étranger. I’m trying to figure out why this little scene was included, though. Maybe to show us just how far both Seigi and Richard have come since the beginning of the story.

* I find it really interesting that Seigi never questions why he finds Richard so beautiful. I feel like a typical “straight” man would not be so casual about thinking another man is beautiful, or having any of the other extremely romantically coded thoughts Seigi has about Richard. But I do appreciate that this series normalizes all different types of people finding beauty and happiness in all sorts of things.

Unrelated to a specific case, but now that Tsujimura has established multiple perspectives besides Seigi’s, I really want to read from Richard’s perspective. I know that would diminish the mystery around him and take away from learning about him as Seigi does, but I really want to know his thoughts in the moment he met Seigi. I’d love a re-telling of that first case from Richard’s POV.

#the case files of jeweler richard #jeweler richard #richard ranasinghe de vulpian #nakata seigi #tsujimura nanako

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lesbianwyllravengard · 8 months ago

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20 questions for fic authors!

I was tagged by the lovely @ugetelynx and @wisecrackingeric-2 <3 so sorry it took me so long to do this hfsgjhdj

1. How many works do you have? - currently posted on ao3 I have 57 works total. However I have almost twice as many wips it's bad

2. Ao3 word count? - 395,068 ..... I've got a wip that's almost over 100k but it's also been there for years so I doubt that'll change anytime soon

3. What fandoms do you write for? - of the fics I have on ao3, I have written for detroit become human, star wars, resident evil, assassin's creed, and the last kingdom. The fandoms I've written for that are not on my ao3 include lotr/the hobbit, bbc sherlock, bbc merlin, marvel, voltron legendary defender, percy jackson universe, and whatever the Carry On by rainbow rowell fandom is called. Most of those I will never ever write for again lmao

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - In order:

Sapphire Moonlight (Tequila Sunrise) (Serennedy)

We Look So Good (Reed900)

Hold Fast, the Suns Will Rise (Stay) (Dincobb) (also, my first fic ever posted, and still the fic I hold most dearly in my heart to this day)

We Are Home (Hank and Connor family content)

Tomato Soup (Serennedy)

5. Do you respond to comments? - every single one. I'm obsessed with comments. I have them all saved and stored so I can reread them at any time. Thank you everyone who has ever commented I love you

6. What fic did you write the angstiest ending for? - I only write angst with a happy ending. But I did write You Should Have Killed Me for a friend's dbh x hunger games simulator result and it had an angsty ending by result of being a hunger games simulator.

7. What fic did you write the happiest ending for? - I write many fics w happy endings, but I personally think my fic series Din and Grogu | the Clan of Two Trilogy has the happiest ending because it happened against all odds. It's a fic about Din and Grogu's found family (before BoBF and Mando s3 came out, so it's not canon accurate) and it ends meaningfully to me.

8. Do you get hate on fics? - I have before, but it was all bullshit that showed me the person commenting didn't actually read what I wrote but chose to get mad at something that didn't exist. So it was discarded easily. Otherwise, I've had people try to tell me how to write things, but I ignore them all

9. Do you write smut? - yes. badly.

10. Crossovers? - I wrote a dincobb fic that was set in Assassin's Creed: Odyssey, with Din as Kassandra and Cobb as Anais. I also started a serennedy fic set in the detroit: become human universe but never got anywhere close to finishing it.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? - not that I know of lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? - I had someone ask to translate one of my fics, and I said yes, but I don't think they've done so yet, which is fine. Other than that, no. But I'd be honoured!

13. Ever co-wrote a fic before? - I started a dincobb fic with a friend years ago but we never got around to finishing it. Someday I still hope to.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? - that's genuinely impossible to pick tbh I've had so many that rewired my brain. top three are probably bagginshield, simarkus, and shadowzel, not in any particular order.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? - ehhhhh probably the klance fic I started when I was like 15. I don't go to voltron anymore and literally couldn't care less about it. In fact I actively hate it.

16. What are your writing strengths? - I've been told that I'm good at characterisation and plot. I think I suck at plot severely. As for characterisation, I study characters really hard and take a long time to write fics so they remain in character so I'm glad people appreciate that. I also prefer writing dialogue to anything else.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? - Writing. haha I mean exposition.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? I have before, I find it fun but also intimidating.

19. First fandom you wrote for? - The Hobbit :') my first ever fic was a bagginshield fic I started when I was 13. I still mean to finish it someday.

20. Favourite fic you've written? - *sighs* I guess I should say Another Time. It was the most fun to write, and everyone's responses have made all the difficulties of writing it endlessly worth it. It took me months but I'm so happy I finished it, and I'm working on p3 rn I PROMISE. But again the fic I hold most dearly in my heart is still Hold Fast, the Suns Will Rise (Stay)

#thank you friends this took me down memory lane in a great way #fanfiction #fanfic

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mangasimpqueen69 · 1 year ago

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Mailroom Crush! JJK x reader

University AU! Yuta Okkotsu x AFAB! Reader

Content warnings! none. cute fluff! slightly angsty. heavy kissing. implied smut if you squint. All characters are of age. MINORS and AGELESS DNI

This is a AU! where reader and Yuta are assigned the same job at university, and feelings begin to blossom. This is my first fic so please be kind! This will get a smutty part 2 maybe! Any creative criticism is welcome! reblogs and hearts are wonderful! Thank you so much for reading!

Ever since you had both been assigned to the mailroom for Work Study at university, you’ve had a crush on each other. He was calf deep into a mail bag sorting out things when you entered, skin golden and smooth like honey, fresh spritzed with a sweet vanilla perfume, and curly hair done up in two space buns, a few pieces haphazardly framing your face due to the humidity outside. It was early Autumn, and while things had been rather cool in the mailroom thanks to the air conditioning, you’d have thought your co worker had been running on a treadmill this whole time. You stand in the doorway before knocking.

“Hey there! Just making sure I’m in the right place! You’re Yuta, right?” you greet chipperly.

So engrossed in his work, Yuta seemed to slightly jump at the sound of your voice. He dropped whatever mail he was hanging onto and looked in your direction, a smile forming on his features.

“Oh! Hi there… um yeah that would be me!” He responded in an exhale, carefully stepping over any strewn about packages or letters. As he came closer, you could see a small twinkle in his eyes. You also notice the slight blush on his cheeks but chalk it up to how hard he seemed to be working before you arrived. There was no doubt about how attractive he was. You guessed him to be just under 6 feet tall, deep sapphire eyes and lustrous dark hair, coming down to frame his face, hitting just at his cheekbones, though it being a little disheveled at the moment.

You introduced yourself and let him know you were also assigned here from the university. All your schooling was paid for through scholarships, so the work study was just a way for some extra income throughout the year, plus it worked around your class schedule. Formal introductions out of the way, he offers to show you around, though the space isn’t huge, and show you how things were done. You follow him around, listening intently. It was a simple enough job, sort mail and packages as they come in; mail goes into the slot matching the dorm building name and room number and packages get sorted by dorm building and sent next door for dispersal. Yuta showed you a few times how things were done, then offered that you give it a try. It was an easy job all things considered, memorizing what mailbox slots matched what dorm building was probably the hardest part. You helped him finish out the mail bag he was working on when you first arrived, and as soon as the bag was empty, the clock hit 5:45 pm.

“Hey fifteen minutes to spare, we did pretty good!” He beamed at you. You returned the smile, blushing a bit. “Let’s go get some dinner, my treat for a good first day!” He offered, you both got up and exited, Yuta locked the mailroom up.

“What ya in the mood for?” Yuta asked. “Honestly, Taco Bell sounds great right now.” You laughed. “Taco Bell it is then! And we can just walk, since it’s only half a block from campus. I could eat a whole party box myself.” He relented. You laughed in agreement. The walk was nice. The Autumn air had cooled a bit, and the sky was clear, apart from a few stray clouds.

Once arriving at the fast-food joint, you both ordered and Yuta insisting on paying, even though you had cash in hand. The two of you made small talk as you waited for your order number to be called, Yuta telling you about his major and what he hoped to get out of his degree, and him shyly admitting he was an artist as a hobby. He mostly did pen or pencil drawings but created digital art from time to time on request. You asked if one day he wouldn’t mind letting you view some of his work when he felt comfortable, and he agreed. He questioned you for the same info, wanting to know about what you were studying and if you had any hobbies. You shared that you were a writer but didn’t want to disclose about what most of your content was.

He’d probably think I’m some kind of pervert if he found out I wrote romance/smut. You thought to yourself.

“Oh, c’mon I’m sure it’s great! What kind of stuff do you write?” he teased. Before you opened your mouth to protest more, the woman working the counter called your order number and you breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s us!” you smile, and practically jump from your seat before Yuta can say anything else. Coming back with the food, you both dig in.

On the walk back to the university, both of you enjoyed the other’s company. You shared silly dad jokes, talked about video games, what shows you enjoyed, your favorite TikTok’s and whatever else came to mind. Things went on like this for weeks. You two worked, laughed and talked together. On days you would finish up early, you would get dinner somewhere nearby. You became fast friends.

After about a month and a half of working together, the mailroom ran like a well-oiled machine. You both had found an ebb and flow to which you both could enjoy talking, even flirting heavily with one another more often than not. The ‘just a second too long’ glances and ‘accidental touches’ had been exciting for both of you, though neither would admit their crush on the other. Your work was not spared quality either, as tasks were accomplished early and with ease. As the semester wore on and as wonderful as things were, an incessant hiccup had started to appear. Her name was Isabella, though she would insist Yuta call her ‘Bella.’

Isabella would always visit the mailroom under the guise of picking up her orders, even though she knew that she was supposed to pick up the packages that were too big for the dorm mailboxes at the office around the corner. If you were the one who came to the counter, she always wanted to see Yuta, and if you happened to not be on shift with Yuta, she would just bound off without a word. She wasn’t ever necessarily rude, but it was too obvious she wanted Yuta to be with her. Yuta was always kind to her at the window, talking as much as he could, and would always politely excuse himself back to his work when he needed to. The way she would say goodbye to him was so sickly sweet, it almost gave you a toothache. She was a pretty girl, but you secretly hoped Yuta was not into her like that, though you were too shy to admit your own feelings as well. He never seemed to outright flirt with her, but it was anyone’s guess as to how he felt about her on the inside.

This was the fourth time in three weeks Isabella had come to the mailroom. Yuta was scheduled to work, but one of the extracurriculars he was a part of with the school was traveling today and was granted the day off. You were prepared to hear the same long shrill of Yuta’s name from her lips that you had sworn you’d heard a thousand times at this point, and you sidle up to the counter, leaning against it to rest. You beat her to the punch. “Bella, Yuta’s not in today.” You sigh, taking a moment to think of how much better today would be if he was. Your mood would be much cheerier, not that you didn’t like your other coworkers, it was just always the most enjoyable with him by your side. His eyes would light up at the realization of the awful punchline you just finished a joke with. You would be able to make him double over in laughter and see his flawless smile. Isabella’s voice snapped you back to the present.

“Nope, sorry, only Yuta can call me that. Speaking of, where is that gorgeous thing?” She questions, trying to lean her head into the mail room as if you were hiding him away. “He had a trip with a school club or something.” You said through gritted teeth. You didn’t like how she talked about him when he wasn’t here. Yes, Yuta was very attractive, anyone with eyes could see that, but he was so much more than that. Isabella only seemed to want him as arm candy. She only talked about his outer appearance and didn’t seem to care about much else.

She huffed a bit, then looked at you a little more intensely than was necessary. “I like him a lot you know.” She started. “Yes, everyone knows.” Both you and your coworker responded in tandem, having to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You laughed at the absurdness of the situation. “He is single right?” She asked. The temptation to lie was inexplicably strong. As much as you wanted to tell her he was with you, it wouldn’t be right. You had tried so many times to get the words to come out, but you always swallowed them back down, shamefully embarrassed. You and he were friends. You were too scared to ruin it with a relationship. “As far as I know.” You groaned, just wishing Isabella would leave. “Good, I plan on asking him out soon. Wouldn’t want anything in the way of that, would we?” She smiled sinisterly before heading off down the hall. Your thoughts begin to race at the realization that you may not have much time to confess before Isabella makes her move.

Once you are home for the evening, you call your best friend for some advice, and as much as part of your brain wanted to just hear them say not to worry about it, they laid everything out crystal clear. “Look,” your best friend started through the phone. “From what you tell me about him, how you talk about him, and the pictures you post on snap and send me of you guys hanging out and having fun, you like him, and he likes you! I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy since we went to the beach for my birthday last year.” You agree. “You know I love you, but you have got to have courage here. The bottom line is, if you don’t say something, someone will come along and scoop him up before you get your chance. Don’t miss the opportunity to be happy.” You thank them and hang up, saying it is late and you want to get some sleep.

Another month and a half of the semester practically flew by. Both You and Yuta had been doing well in classes and were able to even help each other out with projects on occasion. The University was closing for Fall break in about two weeks, and you had to admit you’d be a little bummed about not seeing Yuta for a little while. Working with him several days out of the week had always made even the worst day a lot better for you. Isabella had been doing her twice a week visits, each time Yuta answering as kind and courteous at ever.

You had heard through a few coworkers that Isabella would try to make her move today, and you still were not ready. You had been so in your head and back and forth, that you couldn’t keep track of everything. You see her come into view of the mailroom window, and your heart drops. You try to look as busy as possible, pretending you don’t see her so that she won’t see you looking so defeated. Tears threaten to leak from your eyes, and you decide you are not going to cry here. You quickly wipe away any tears and gather yourself together enough so that you can excuse yourself to the bathroom. Looking up, toward Yuta, you can see Isabella reach her hand out to hold his, and you swallow hard, forcing back any tears. Your face was red in embarrassment, sadness, and frustration.

“Hey Yuta, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” You say, your voice coming out almost unrecognizable. He breaks the conversation from Isabella to voice concern over if you are doing okay, seeing as you sounded like you were on the verge of crying, but by the time he looks in your direction, you’ve already exited through the side door.

Through tears you search for an empty room, not really wanting to cry in the bathroom either, on the high probability Isabella decides to follow you in there to gloat about her new relationship. You test a janitor utility room door to find it unlocked, and quickly close yourself in. It was crowded with mops and brooms, light bulbs, replacement rolls of toilet paper, and several trash cans, but there was enough room for you. You moved some things around and found a perch on a sturdy stack of boxes. You sit in the dimly lit room, just letting the tears flow for a bit. You wrestled back and forth with your feelings. Maybe it was wishful thinking that someone like Yuta could want someone like me. We were never meant to be more than friends. He just deserves better. The negative thoughts came in quick succession, making you cry again after you had just dried up your tears.

While you never outright said anything to Yuta, it was not exactly a secret to the rest of the mailroom staff that you liked him. People put two and two together pretty easily. Whenever anyone brought up the two of you dating, you both played things very coy, assuring people you were just friends. Everyone always had the same reaction. They would laugh and say, “Friends, yeah okay, not with the way you two flirt.” and smile at us all suggestively. Both of your faces would turn red in response, and you would both just laugh it off. Surely with as often as Isabella visited, she knew of your crush. What did I ever do to fucking Isabella? You thought aloud. When the tears finally stopped, and you felt like you had returned somewhat to normal, you headed back to the mailroom. You we not sure how long you had been gone, and Yuta made no mention of it when you did return. You both finished your shift and went home for the day. Yuta tried to text you, asking if something was wrong, but you ignored it. Yuta decided it was best not to push it. After a few days, things between the two of you were back to normal.

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Today was the last day the mail room was open, and it was only for half the day, so you were both wrapped up with work by 3:00pm. Most of the other staff and students had already gone home, as classes had also been let go early, while some professors opted to not have class at all.

“Whew! I don’t think I’ve ever moved that quick in my life!” You exclaimed, wiping the nonexistent sweat from your forehead. The mailroom wasn’t actually busy, you just knew Yuta loved it when you were all theatrical about everyday life. His wonderful laugh greeted your ears. “Don’t know how we survived!” He responded cheekily. “I say we treat ourselves to some Starbucks, the one down the block is open until 8 I think.” You offered. “And this time, I’m paying for you, Yuta.” You narrowed your eyes playfully, daring him to protest. He scoffed but played along. You both make your way outside once the mailroom is locked up.

I’ve got to do it today. You thought, hyping yourself up to ask Yuta about Isabella. While she had not been coming around for the last bit before break, you assumed it was because she was dating Yuta, and had been seeing him outside of school. You were thankful for that at least, as seeing her with him would hurt you more than you ever wanted to admit out loud. It was probably rude to not be asking about his relationship, as he is one of your best friends, but you weren’t sure you had the mental strength to handle it. You were slowly working over getting over him, but it was harder than you had initially thought.

Once settled at Starbucks with your drinks in hand, you turn to head back to campus so you can both get your cars and head home. On the walk back, you fell into your same old rhythm, as if nothing had ever been wrong. Between laughter and talking, you could have sworn you seen Yuta eye your lips a few times and steal glances at your cleavage too. Your top wasn’t too revealing, but the V-cut of the neckline showed off just enough to be enticing. Your thoughts drifted to how his lips would feel on yours, his talking becoming slightly muffled in your ears. His lips were slightly plump, especially his bottom lip. They were a cherry blossom shade of pink, slightly bitten, as he would often chew on them when he was thinking of what to say. You wanted to feel them, on your lips, cheeks, neck, chest, anywhere. It wasn’t right to fantasize about him, but you wanted him so badly. It was almost criminal how much you wished for him to be yours.

“Anyway, that’s how I ended up with a big scar on my left shoulder.” Is what he was saying once you zoned back into reality. You look over at him. Your heart must have taken over in this instant, because your brain sure wasn’t in charge when you spoke next.

“Oh, hey Yuta, you saving some whip cream for later?” You laugh, motioning for him to wipe his mouth. You knew there wasn’t anything there, but you just had to know what his lips felt like, even if it couldn’t be from a kiss.

“Geez that embarrassing,” he laughs nervously, swiping at the corner of his mouth, feeling for the invisible bit of cream.

You smile at him. “Here let me.” You say, lightly placing your fingers along his cheek, and using your thumb to swipe across his lips.

They felt just as you suspected, dreamily soft.

Yuta swallowed the breath that had caught in his throat at your touch. “O-oh, uhm thank you.” He said, his cheeks turning a shade of cotton candy pink. You thought it was impossible for him to be any cuter than this. Just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt ashamed.

He is taken, what am I doing?

“So, are you going home for break or?” You asked Yuta. “Oh no, I’m staying home. Actually, I’m about twenty minutes from here. My cousin has a place he isn’t using right now since he is overseas volunteering with some organization he’s a part of. He told me I could stay there since rent is already paid for the year. All I got to do is pay the utilities and keep it clean.” He says nonchalantly, as if it were normal to be that lucky.

“That’s pretty sweet actually.” You reply, wishing you had the same luck.

“I have an off-campus apartment too, but unfortunately, I have to pay utilities and rent. My roommate makes it a bit less lonely when she is actually there. I usually only go home for the Summer.” You emphasize the ‘and’ to be dramatic, earning a laugh from Yuta. You make it to campus and turn to say bye to Yuta. He interrupts you midway.

“Well, let me at least walk you to your car, wherever it is parked. You look like you know how to take care of yourself, but I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk alone.” Yuta offers.

“Ahh, I see I have a true gentleman in my company. Should I call you Mr. Okkotsu?” You tease him. He looks at you as if he is mulling it over, and you can’t help but snicker at him. “Yes, you can walk me to my car, thanks for offering.” You smile. Not your boyfriend! You must remind yourself.

-----------------------------------in the parking garage--------------------------------------

“This is me!” You say, leaning back against the front door of your car to face Yuta. He is lagging a bit behind you but smiling at you, rubbing the back of his neck as if he is nervous. “Today was fun…” He begins, meeting your eyes. “I’m glad you got placed in the mail room, your jokes and talking with you makes things much better.” As he is talking, he is closing the bit of distance between your bodies.

“Well thanks! I’m glad my corny jokes work on somebody. You are wonderful to talk to also. Thanks for putting up with me the whole semester.” You respond sheepishly, unable to look him in the eyes. With only a few steps between the both of you, you take a second to remember what you wanted to say, your heart beating faster, breath quickening. Neither of you saying a word. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, and to hopefully stave off any tears. “Yuta, I meant to say this sooner but congrats on you and Isa…” Your statement is cut short by Yuta reaching out and cupping your cheek as you did to him earlier that day. You could feel his hand tremble just slightly. His eyes seemed to twinkle in the low lighting of the garage. You meet his gaze; his cheeks dusted that same shade of cotton candy pink.

“You just have something right...." He leans in, his lips ghosting across your own. He seemed almost afraid, too nervous to go in for a full-on kiss. It was sweet and chaste. You had no idea a human was capable of being this gentle. “There.” He finishes, a small smile forming on his lips. “Oh...wow.” you mumbled, not realizing you were holding your breath until he pulled away and you exhaled. Your body was instantly too hot, and you are unable to look Yuta in the eyes anymore. It was too intense a feeling.

“I am so, so sorry.” He begins to apologize profusely, thinking he had upset you. You halted him immediately. “No need to be sorry Yuta. That was absurdly sweet.” You reassure him, reaching out to lightly squeeze his bicep. You take a mental note of how much muscle he was hiding under his lean frame. “Wait, are you not dating Isabella?” You question, the dreamy moment being broken. “No. I mean she did ask me out, but I let her down as easy as I could.” He takes a second to pause, biting his bottom lip, as he always does, “Wait, is that why you left all upset that one day in the mailroom when she was at the counter?” he asks, remembering how any time he tried to bring it up, you shut him down saying it was nothing. You look at the ground, sort of embarrassed. “Yes, she let it be well known that she liked you, and that day was when she was supposed to ask you out, and I liked you so much it just hurt.” You confess, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Look,” Yuta began, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “Isabella is pretty, but she’s just not for me. I’d much rather have you.” He smiles. You can’t help the bit of a laugh that comes out. “That was so corny.” You smile at him, doing your best to hide the fact that your heart is doing summersaults in your chest. “Well, I learned from the best.” He muses. “Corny or not, that doesn’t make it any less true.” He confesses wistfully. “The relief that washes over you is immense.

He likes you! All this time you were worried, and it was you he wanted! Let’s make up for lost time then! Your inner monologue excitedly rambles.

“In that case, allow me to reciprocate.” You say, smirking.

You pulled him back toward you with his forearm in your grip and rested your bodyweight on your car. Once his body was flush with yours, you draped your arms over his neck and looked into his eyes. “I’m going to kiss you back now, is that okay?” You asked him to make sure he was still into this. “Yes please.” he responded, barely above a whisper, as if he was trying not to get the two of you caught.

Why is he so shy now? You wonder.

You lean up a bit on your toes to kiss his forehead, then went in for a kiss on the lips. Unlike his barely-there kiss, you wanted to give him a bit more. You pressed your lips to his, darting your tongue out to lick at his plush bottom lip. At that, he melted into the kiss and your body a bit more, as if asking you to do it again.

Who were you to deny this sweet man? Especially now that he wanted to be yours.

You grant his wish, and this time he parts his mouth slightly so that you can nibble on his bottom lip. He hums in approval, and you can feel his body heat as he presses into you. He smelled of Sandalwood and citrus, and you felt intoxicated by it. You take the initiative to take a finger and tilt his head to the side, where you would have access to kiss up his jaw to his earlobe. The whole time, Yuta’s hands are roaming your sides, lightly squeezing your waist, then traveling back up to rest on the tops of your shoulders, not yet daring to wander to your chest, though if you had to guess, he had been craving to feel your breasts.

Your heightened state of arousal emboldens you enough to whisper into his ear. “I can feel how much you want me.”

It was true. His erection had been pressing into you for a bit, and it was by no means unimpressive. His jeans made it a bit difficult to tell as far as length went, but you knew he was on the thicker side. Even nastier thoughts flooded your mind, as your cell phone began to buzz, interrupting the moment. “Ignore it.” Yuta mumbled, dipping his head to kiss your neck. You had thought about doing just that. This dream turned reality was too good to let slip by. No sooner had the buzzing stopped, your phone started dinging. Once, twice… four times, and then the buzzing again. You sighed. “Yuta, I have to check.” He gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead before moving back to give you room. Checking your phone, you roll your eyes in response.

“My roommate needs me home.” You relent. Yuta just smiles. “Okay, text me when you get home, so I know you are safe, okay?” “Don’t I always?” You tease him. You get in your car and start it up, as he steps back and waves goodbye. You are starting to back out when you see him run back up to your window. You just laugh and roll it down. “Yes?” You ask sweetly.

So, just to be clear, we’re dating now, right?” He asks.

You giggle at him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Maybe I’ll invite him over next time my roomie is out. Your brain reels with the fun you two will have now that you are finally together.

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Quest For Glory II: Trial by Fire | Part 7

The Adventurer's Log

It was Raseir hours. I guess some time to explore while waiting for nightfall to talk to Signor Ferrari again. I went first to the fountain plaza to find several soldiers there and they were blocking off the other route out.

At the other half of the plaza...once I remembered I could keep going to see the other end, I found Ugarte being arrested for smuggling water.

He got dragged off and I was warned again to follow the rules or Khaveen's dungeons.

As I was headed back, a woman peeked out of one of the side streets and asked me to follow her.

She turned out to be Zayishah and requested my clothing and visa so she could escape the city.

She didn't believe in any preamble, but I was able to ask her questions.

Turned out she was the daughter of the current Emir, Ali al-Din Hasan. They had to get an 'Ali' in there somewhere! She doesn't believe her father would ever overthrow his brother. He's just a puppet for Ad Avis. He was her uncle's Vizier and we know how that worked out what with a certain saurus hanging out now with Aziza. Ad Avis wants complete Power and complete Control. As if that wasn't enough Zayishah will also be forced to marry Khaveen, a brutal awful person himself, so she's trying to flee, thus the need for my clothing and visa.

Conveniently Shema packed me an extra set of the same clothes so I was able to give her that and my Visa. No more leaving town for me I guess. In return she gave me a mirror that I could show any woman in the palace and gain her aid.

The other woman is Mayzun, Zayishah's servant. She was ready to kill Khaveen herself before she'd let him have Zayishah. She also told me there would be a place of safety in the palace for me. The Harem would welcome me for aiding Zayishah. Mayzun would tie a veil on the battlements at night to guide me.

I figured maybe now I'd explore while waiting for evening. With some routes barricaded maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Ha.

I got hopelessly lost almost immediately. Thankfully I did manage to somehow fumble my way back to the inn before nightfall, but I was getting close to reloading.

Signor Ferrari was not terribly heartbroken about Ugarte being arrested. He said it was more of a warning for me as they've known about Ugarte's water smuggling, but he went asking questions in the wrong places and here we are.

If you try to cast magic in the inn, Wilmer the bartender kills you. Good to know.

The night was young and I thought Ferrari wanted to talk to me but every time I tried sitting with him he'd ignore me. I waited until the middle of the night and he still ignored so I don't know why he said that in the first place. I know thieves can do a thing, but I'm not a thief!

So I went to bed.

And he continued to ignore more in the morning other than a brief greeting sort of was a pleasure to do business.

Also, I happened to go in my inventory and noticed I was carrying 95 pounds when my max weight is 87. I don't know why I'm not slowed down at all. I have a load of rations from Shema. I probably hadn't need to buy more myself. Oh well.

I stepped out of the inn... and was immediately arrested.

Thanks Khaveen. "Breaking the law" huh?

I lost all my stuff except the sapphire pin I got from the katta. I guess that weight isn't a concern for now! Not that it seemed to be anyway. I wonder what the margin of being too much is.

Anyway, I had a cell to check out and a katta to talk to.

The katta wouldn't talk to me until I showed him the pin, which is actually magic and can only be seen by a friend, so this was proof I could be trusted. He is Sharaf the katta Shema asked me to find and he's part of the Underground.

We just needed to get out but that's what an Open spell is for. Outside the cell I was able to get my stuff back--except for my money! I think I had over 300 dinars! Ahem, and Sharaf showed me a secret passage. He warned me the Underground were planning to attack the palace and overthrow the Emir tomorrow night.

He supposedly led me to a place near the inn, but I can't with these streets so I once again wandered lost and aimless until I ran into a very good friend.

The more he talked the more I was hypnotized, I mean taken with my lovely trustworthy friend. It was my new friend Ad Avis!

He helped me escape the dungeons and together we would rescue the Emir because he's a good and trusted Vizier. We would need to go out into the desert to find the Forbidden City. There would be a magic item, the statue of Iblis, that could break the enchantment over the Emir. We could do it!

If he saved me from anything it was getting lost in these damned streets. Because, the game moved us automatically out into the desert where there was a door Ad Avis was trying to open.

The door wouldn't open, which was very rude to my friend and he was getting increasingly angry. He was sure he had the prophecy correctly translated but was stuck with a 'stupid Hero' like me.

"For one thousand years and a year Iblis will be bound..." He was sure he had that right. "Beneath the tombstones of the city that he once did found." And this was the correct place. "Then comes a Hero from the Northland, led unto despair..." I was the only Hero he found recently and he was threatening me with despair before he was through with me. I'm sure he didn't mean it and was just lashing out. "Passing through the door unopened, that he will find there." But why couldn't I enter? "When the moonlight shines between the Dragon's jaws... And is caught and held there by the Scorpion's claws." The moon wasn't due to rise between the two constellations until tomorrow. But how could he be wrong?

The constellations are on the door, but the moon is in the wrong place to shine correctly between them.

He freed my arms and mouth but not my legs.

Then I badgered him with too many questions until he got mad and turned me into a saurus.

I could have been the weirdo saurus!

I used the mirror to reflect the moonlight onto the door.

And the rest of the prophecy stated:

"And at last the Hero 'He who Waits Behind' shall see, While Iblis rises by the Dark One and the light shall flee. By the name of Suleiman, so shall this be!"

I entered the cave and the euphoric feeling faded. The last few hours were hazy and all I knew was I had to find the statue.

And it was dark.

Really dark.

But I had my magic fire elemental lamp.

Way better light than Rosella's light in that awful cave. Yeah I'm still mad about that one.

But it's Cinder hours, so time to explore.

I found a river. I accidentally fell in the river. It was worth it.

Logs get carried by the water. I thought maybe I could use magic somehow, but no, just jump on it, ride until the outcrop and jump again, which is easier than it might sound. I then got sucked toward the hole by powerful wind but managed to break free.

Examining it revealed some loose rock and fissure so it was time for another force bolt at last to knock it down and block the hole. Success! And points.

I went up and around to enter a hellscape.

I bumped one bad hot spot but otherwise walked across just fine. If there was anything else you're meant to do here I did not.

Moooore cave.

You can just fall and survive it if you have enough health. Which I did. By accident. I'd rather a safer approach though so I reloaded. Instead, I was a proper wizard and levitated down.

At door I had to speak the word of power. If you fail too many times you die. Thanks to Ad Avis' ranting we know that word. "Suleiman."

Look, mooore cave. And some fancy gold armour.

A trap? Naaah, obviously we gotta take that. For science. Because of course it's a trap.

There was also a bunch of gold and jewels for more trap goodness.

I went through the door.

The glowing object drew me to it, no control from me. I was compelled to pick it up, but... then Ad Avis teleported in and took it because of course he did. That's how these things go!

He'll conduct a ritual as the moon rises between the Scorpion's claws that will make him the Master. He will control Iblis. He will control the world. And I'll be left here as "He Who Waits Behind."

I was knocked out and rocks fell blocking the door out.

When I came to it was dark again with just my lamp, Ad Avis was gone and my way out was completely buried.

He Who Waits Behind indeed...

#quest for glory #QFG 2 #trial by fire #QFG_2_Log #sierra #adventure games

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arcielee · 2 years ago

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Interview With a Writer

Here is part 6 of my Interview With a Writer series with the super talented @sapphire-writes ♥ Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions and keep this going!

You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just some BTS of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.

Name: Sapphire-Writes

Story: Down in Flames

Paring: modern Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader

Rating/Warning: Explicit, sexual themes, 18+. Pay heed to the warnings for each chapter, it gets messy.

So, when did you start writing? I started writing probably when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I did creative writing throughout my teens but never delved into fanfiction until now!

What was your first fan fiction story? My first fanfiction was for HOTD. I started writing my Aemond x OC story A Song of Flames & Fury and that was the first writing I ever published on here!

Where did the plot for Down in Flames come from? I always loved the idea of a band story, and back in 2018 I was reading A LOT of fanfiction for Bohemian Rhapsody because Roger Tyler had me in a chokehold. So some of the inspiration definitely came from that, but mostly I was just curious exploring the Dance of Dragons in a modern setting.

I feel like bands are stuffed full of drama and just the perfect setting for this story. I definitely knew I wanted the Reader and Aemond together, and I knew the conflict would be around Jace and Luke leaving to support Rhaenyra's side. I knew there would be sneaking around and stuff but other than that I sort of went with the flow, figured out the characters. There were a couple things I had in mind originally that didn't end up working out/making it in.

Do you want to share any of the "cut scenes" or ideas that did not make it in DIF? So originally I planned that Jace would actually cheat on Baela, following the "Sara Snow" plotline. In part 1 that's who offers to buy him a drink at the bar. But I liked them too much together and wanted Jace to be a complete good guy to root for.

Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in DIF? Aemond is a lot like our show canon Aemond in DIF. I see him a lot as a duty driven guy, trying to keep the band together, supporting Aegon even though he's this vain, self centered front man in the band. I think what drives DIF Aemond is this sense of responsibility, that he can't let his family down no matter what, even if it makes him unhappy.

You could sense she wanted the best for Aegon. ♥ She definitely did. And she realizes in the end that its not about her, that its about him, and we love that growth!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal? I think I definitely was a little self indulgent, as I feel always happens as an author. I really wanted the Reader to be this person who wanted to save Aegon, she really wants to help him get better and that's just not how it works out. So definitely some savior complex stuff, but I also wanted to balance it with her being really human, if that makes sense? Like she wants to leave him, she knows she deserves better but she loves him at the same time!

Do you feel your Reader compliments Aemond well? I think in the beginning of their relationship her fire really matches his, and as they start their relationship, I think she really softens Aemond's edges. I think she really drives Aemond crazy because she does what she wants and it’s all the choices Aemond would never want her to make, like dating Aegon!

Do you think you'll return to this HotD AU? Maybe a sequel? I will definitely return! I have some drabbles/one-shots planned because I know people are curious about this group. I just really wanted to wrap the main story before burnout occurred and while it was so clear-cut.

What is next for our author? Right now I'm working on a couple things! I have a modern!Aegon story Thin Ice, I have to finish my Aemond x OC, I still have An Ego Thing ongoing and now a new Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader The Au Pair!

Do you have a personal favorite story you'd like to share? (Yours or other?) My personal favorite story I've written I think is Dragon's Bane (it’s still unfinished). As for someone else’s, I'd have to say Burning Jasmine by @scalyfreaks. It’s an Aegon x OC and its so incredible!

#iwaw #iwaw6 #interview with a writer #ongoing series #aemond targaryen x reader #bts of their brilliance

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 1 year ago

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Familial September Day 1: Home Cooking/Baking

- New day, new morning - a fic witnessing a normal day in Ruby's family.

Faint rays of sunlight pierced through the curtain and windows of Ruby's bedroom - though it wasn't strong enough to bother his slumber. He worn a sleeping blindfold as he snuggled deeper on his pillow. To everyone else, or at least Sapphire for that matter - sleeping with a blindfold was overdramatic and extra, but Ruby didn't care. He was always that one stick that stood out from the rest, neither for better or for worse, but it's simply what makes him - him.

Though, the soft fabric that hugged his temples weren't going to be there longer when Ruru, his Gardevoir leans over to wake him up as she knows that his mother probably be a little bothered if he didn't wake up sooner. With soft sounds, Ruru lightly taps his shoulder and purred at him to wake up. Ruby however responded by turning his head away from her, and covering his back with a blanket while mumbling who knows what in his sleep. Ruru puffed her cheeks in annoyance - gotta do this the hard way!

She shuffles her feet all the way to the window that was covered by the nearly draped curtain. Without any hesitation, she pulls the fabric away from the window to allow light to shine through the room entirely, and walked back to Ruby - slipping off his cutely designed blindfolds and waited for the rest to happen.

Shortly after, Ruby's eyeslids starts to move with his eyebrows slowly scrunching up in annoyance as he felt the light prick through no matter how hard he shut his eyes.

"Ruru... put the curtain down." The boy quietly groaned in irritation as he picked up the blanket and turned to the other side again.

Ruru didn't care, and proceeded to pull the blankets away from him - rendering him cold and agitated.

"H-hey, give it back!" Ruby shot up from bed, angry. His arms hugged each other as he struggled with the cold in his room. Ruru simply turned her head away from him and folded the blanket with sass in her body language.

It's too late to sleep now, he got up from bed and was separated from his blanket. Might as well just start the day.

Meanwhile at the dining room - there sat the young married couple, chatting the day away as they wait for Ruby to come down stairs to eat with them. They always ate together as a group, it was part of their "code" just to be unified as a family. It's also a great time to ask each other about their day and their plans for the rest of the hour.

"Jaide, shouldn't Ruby be here now?" Steven asked as his hands rested on the table, fingers tapping against the tablecloth.

"I mean, I'm not late - but it would be nice to be on time. You know how my father is."

Jaide chuckled, resting her palm on her chin as she looked back at Steven.

"Why should he be the judge when you have a family now?"

"... I suppose you're right," he replied. "Guess I'm still used to hearing his criticisms, haha."

Steven chuckled, averting his gaze from his wife - staring at the distance. He silently reminded himself that he's got nothing to worry about, as long as Jaide's there to keep him at bay. While he did that, she smiles at his brief quietness - giving herself a small opportunity just to appreciate how cute he looks. In the end, they still act like a young couple.

Soon after that, footsteps from the back could be heard, getting louder. It was Ruby, who just finished dressing himself. Jaide and Steven looks to his direction and smiles at him.

"Ahh, good morning! Mom, dad - did I take too long?" Ruby asked, worrying a bit since it took Ruru to wake him up.

"Ruru had to wake me up... which I should be thankful for honestly."

Ruru walked past him as he said that, upon hearing that statement - Ruru perked her chin up in what feels like an "I told you" statement. The boy chuckled sheepishly at that reaction.

"Aha, good morning. You didn't, so don't worry!" Jaide assured him. She stands up and pulls a chair open for Ruby - inviting him to dine together.

"Dad will go to his job soon, so let's go eat. I think you'd enjoy the meal here" Jaide smiled. Her comforting presence kept Ruby relieved. He nods his head and follows the chair his mother pulled out for him.

As Ruby prepares to pick out the dishes he wants to eat, Steven who was silent the entire time - initiates a conversation with him.

"So, Ruby. Are you planning to visit friends today?"

The boy processed this question by looking at the ceiling for a bit, just as a way to recall if he had any planned meetings with his buddies.

"Not that I remember any meet ups or something, but - I'll probably go say hi to Sapphire later."

Steven smirked at that response.

Ruby notices his gentle smirk after he mentioned that name. His face turns a little red, assuming his dad understood what he was talking about.

"W-what? I just said Sapphire!"

...

"Nobody said you were talking about Sapphire." Jaide added in the conversation.

Oops.

"I-"

Ruby remained quiet.

"Come on Jaide. They're just friends. Nothing special to see here, dear."

"... Unless?"

Steven poked again, having a cheeky grin as he watched his son falter in embarrassment.

"Wuh- I mean! Yeah, yeah- we're friends! No biggie!" Ruby backed up on his chair, crossing his arms and looking at the side - a petty attempt to hide his ever growing blush.

Steven and Jaide chuckled. They totally knew what's up.

"Well, the food will turn cold if we keep talking about Sapphire... or did you want to talk about her more?"

The son's face grew even more red and warmer, it's just 8PM! Can't he get a nice pancake before this?

"Nonono! Let's just eat, right now!" Ruby asserted immediately, the look on his face was undeniably adorable for his parents. He grabbed his set of cutleries from the table and tried to occupy his mind with eating breakfast, though the silent giggles from Steven and Jaide wasn't going to keep poor Ruby's mind at ease.

Better hurry and eat before it gets worse!

- YIPPEEEE FIRST PROMPT DOWN!!! I decided to treat this prompt loosely and just connect it with food and jaide totally cooked this so 💥💥💥💥 STONE FAMILY WINS EEEEEE I didn't proofread this so excuse any errors!!

#~ writing #♥️ memoryshipping #ruby.fam #imma tag this as familial september!!#familial september #familial self ship

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