#and then I'd be burnt out for a year. xD

[selemina]

I'm not complaining, mind you, it is great to have a hyperfixation at all! But I have no drive to create anything grandiose for 40k, or to expend any real energy past doodles. The glorious graphic identity of the setting does not vibe with my lazy ass. XD

At least with OCs you don't have to worry about learning to draw realistically or -God Emperor forbid!- draw any armor! The barrier for entry in the 40k fandom's fanart zone is terrifying! So woops, all silly doodles, for me! :D

[turbo-tsundere]

Small heads-up!

If you don't wanna be spammed with my Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen gameplays, please filter the "#the isekaied entomologist" or "#turbo-tsun plays ddda" tags. DD2 coming out last month andimmenselystubbornartblock inspired me to finally parse through my recordings of the first game, and I ended up making a few compilations - 7 in total - ranging anywhere from 15 seconds to 3-ish minutes; I'll be posting them from queue 2-3 times a day, starting tomorrow.

But should you choose to watch them still, then thank you <3; and please enjoy Gonta and Kokichi shenaningans :D

Some of the videos will be from my first gameplay, with Gonta as the Arisen, and Kokichi as the pawn (the game lets you create both your player character and npc companion), and some will be from New Game +, where I switched their roles, and played as Arisen!Kokichi instead.

Hopefully, you'll get at least a sensible chuckle out of these <3 Because, truly, this game was a gift that kept on giving.

But, yes. See you tomorrow. Peace.

[todorokis-girl]

Hi! Well then, I have request!

The new bnha ending hitted me hard so I wanted to request something for Touya.

I don't know I'd you are up to date with the manga ( I sure am not, so no spoilers, don't worry) but I want to have some fluff angst so XD

Could you please write about Touya meeting his childhood friend and best friend ( an old crush maybe) again after the war, please?

Thank you!

Ashes - Dabi x f!Reader

I hope you like it, please let me know on why you think!

Masterlist

he city lay in ruins, a testament to the cataclysmic battles that had torn it apart. Fires still smoldered in the wreckage, a stark reminder of the chaos that had ensued. Among the rubble and ash, survivors wandered aimlessly, their eyes reflecting the trauma and loss they had endured. Touya, better known to the world as Dabi, lurked in the shadows, his charred skin and vacant stare marking him as a relic of past horrors.

He hadn't expected to survive. After all he had done, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Yet here he was, hiding among the debris, searching for... what? Redemption? Closure? He wasn't sure anymore. The war had taken everything from him—his family, his purpose, his humanity.

Dabi crouched in the remnants of an old warehouse, the dark interior a welcome refuge from the outside world. He kept to the corners, avoiding the light that streamed through the broken windows. He knew he was being hunted. The heroes wouldn't stop until they had captured or killed him. He didn't blame them.

Suddenly, a noise outside caught his attention. Footsteps, hesitant and light, crunching over the debris. He tensed, ready to flee or fight, when a voice—a soft, familiar voice—called out, "Touya? Are you here?"

He froze. It couldn't be. He crept closer to the source of the voice, peering through a crack in the wall. There, amid the wreckage, stood Y/N. She was older, of course, her hair longer and her eyes carrying the weight of the years, but it was undeniably her.

"Y/N," he whispered to himself, his heart aching at the sight of her.

She wandered through the debris, looking lost but determined. "Touya, if you're here, please come out. I need to see you."

He wanted to run, to hide further, but something in her voice—desperation, maybe hope—compelled him to step out of the shadows. "Y/N," he said, his voice rough and unfamiliar to his own ears.

She turned sharply, her eyes widening in shock and relief. "Touya!" she cried, rushing toward him. She stopped short, inches away, her eyes scanning his scarred face, his burnt skin. "It's really you."

"It's me," he confirmed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I'm not the same."

She reached out, her hand hovering near his cheek, hesitant to touch the burn scars. "I know," she said softly. "But you're still here. That's what matters."

He stepped back, shaking his head. "You don't understand, Y/N. I'm not the person you knew. I've done terrible things. Hurt people. Killed people."

"And you think that means you don't deserve to be cared about? To be loved?" she asked, her voice breaking.

He looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "I don't deserve anything."

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice soft but firm. "We all make mistakes, Touya. Some bigger than others. But that doesn't mean we can't try to make things right. That doesn't mean we can't be forgiven."

He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Forgiven? By whom? My family? The people I've hurt? They'd rather see me dead."

"Maybe," she conceded, taking a step closer. "But I'm not them. I remember the boy who used to bring me flowers from his mother's garden. The boy who would defend his friends no matter the cost. That boy is still in there somewhere. And I forgive you. Believe it or not your family loves you, and they’re worried sick about you”

Her words broke something inside him, the dam he had built around his heart crumbling. He sank to his knees, the weight of his guilt and sorrow pressing down on him. Y/N knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around him, holding him as he wept.

For a long time, they stayed like that, two broken souls finding solace in each other's presence. When his tears finally subsided, he looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the flicker of hope in her eyes.

"Why?" he asked, his voice raw. "Why are you here?"

"Because you need someone," she said simply. "And because I care about you."

He closed his eyes, the simple truth of her words piercing through his defenses. "I don't know if I can ever be whole again," he admitted.

"Maybe not," she said softly. "But we can try. Together."

He nodded, a small, tentative smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of something he thought he'd lost forever: hope. With Y/N by his side, maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to heal.

As they sat there, amidst the ruins of the past, a fragile new beginning took root. It wouldn't be easy, and the road ahead would be fraught with challenges. But for now, in this moment, Touya allowed himself to believe in the possibility of redemption, and the power of forgiveness.

[arlenianchronicles]

Hello there! As soon as I stumbled upon your DarkMaedhros au, I was fascinated by it -- the idea of prideful yet doting Maedhros slowly descending into madness and becoming a corrupted version of himself seems so intriguing. Just as the twins scheming and trying to deal with the intimidating Maedhros (especially Elros).

Don't know whether you're still invested in this, but it'd be nice if you shared any plans or other notes on the au! Have a great day 🦋

Hello! I'm happy to hear my dark!Maedros AU interested you! :D I'd say I'm still interested in pursuing it further; I've just been busy these days and focusing on other fandoms - and I burnt myself out working on a recent long fic, so if I were to work on a dark!Mae fic, I currently doubt I'd be able to finish it ^^;;

I'd still like to give it a try, though! I don't have any new notes to share, unfortunately, but if my graduation this year pans out, then I'll have more time to work on these projects XD Thank you anon for your ask! <33

[phoenixcatch7]

Season of revival has started today! I've avoided spoilers for the most part, but I have kept up to date with the beta, so here's what I think so far:

The scenery and setting is phenomenal. I managed to avoid pretty much every spoiler for the new season area, the aviary, so I got to experience it first hand, and can I just say STUNNING??? The amount of clouds they've put everywhere is so atmospheric, in both senses of the word XD. It feels like a ghost town, with the dim fog in the streets and all the nooks and crannies. The light spilling from the windows of the barber and the mannequin shop look so cozy and inviting ^^.

The depiction of it all, too, is awesome! The steward is so well animated, with no face or fingers (or shoulders, really) they managed to convey a quiet and resigned devastation, seeing his once beautiful aviary now empty and desolate.

The rhythm guide was a delightful surprise! Now it seems they've decided to take up hair dressing??? I mean... Follow your dreams, but it's a bit of a weird choice of profession for a travelling troupe master. Maybe their parents were hair dressers? It'd certainly explain the styles the rhythm troupe has lol, especially the famous owl hair that remains one of the most coveted in the game XD!

I always love good depictions of the mountain, and the aviary frames it perfectly no matter which area you're in.

And the lore implications!! I know nor care nothing for the war, or elder names, or the king, but I love digging up tidbits all the same. It looks like the aviary was the original main gathering place of the kingdom of the sky, and yes, I know it was the pre release Home before we got the current one, but it just feels... Like a home? Like the Shire from lotr ^^. I can't wait to see what that huge tower is for!

In terms of emotes, or cosmetics, though...

They aren't very good. There's staggeringly few this season. Literally all the good items are behind the pay wall this time, which is a shame because usually tgc leave at least one really good item for in game currency! There's about two items per mannequin - and it is mannequins, not even actual spirits!!

The hair bow is so pretty, not quite to my personal liking but it's going to be so very wanted lol. There's one cape I really wanted, the orange one with tassels, but you bet its behind the season pass. And the long boots? Please, I love long boots, why must you do this T-T. The short boots just don't have the same energy. The purple cape, one that feels related to rhythm (?)... It looks flat to the point of feeling unfinished. It doesn't look fully rendered. We know tgc has been capable of much better fur for a long time now, heck the towels from days of sunlight are amazing, and the straight lines on the cape make it look like it's just made of polygons lol. There's no texture on any of it.

There's no new props or instruments to my knowledge. There's been no beta video, no youtuber showcase of either I could find. Could we not at least have some maracas or something?? I'd love a new instrument! A triangle? A rain maker? Cymbals?? A KAZOO???

It's very obvious where tgc spent their effort and time, but seriously, I can't be mad. This season seems to be, either on purpose or not, a response to a lot of players, especially older ones, getting so easily burnt out by the amount of back to back time limited yada yada get it while you can content. Seriously, I think the last season ended just last week, and only because it's a Monday today! And both during the second half of the last season and during the gap between the two, we've had two days events. TWO. there hasn't been a day where there's been a a chance for a breather for over a month. It's back to back to back! Heck, I got burned out a year ago, and it sucked!

This season might be the breather we need.

There's a beautiful and open area to explore, filled with interesting nooks and crannies and places to have pretty photo shoots or make silly or aesthetic videos or maybe even a picnic. There's what look to be secondary realm portals through a tunnel (oh, and there's a defunct map stone too, if you're looking), including an eden gate! That seems to be the only one still active, you can hear it if you get close enough. The implications....

Despite the decent cosmetics being behind the pass, there's nothing I want nearly enough to shell out for, not that I've done it before. But I'm at least usually very tempted! There's really... Very little this season brings to the table outside of the new area it gives us straight up, but I think this is good. I think this is a chance for people to catch their breath, to not have to allot time to candle running and quests, to make sure they maximise every day on sky to get all the cosmetics. I think it's okay if you don't want to get them all this time.

Though we don't know if it's even possible they'll come back as travelling spirits, it's likely the currency will change from seasonal to candles or hearts once it's over. Probable, even.

I can't wait to see the aviary once we've brought it back to life, but I do hope there's a way we can slip back in time to relax in the quiet, misty, still area we have now. It's just beautiful.

[teejaystumbles]

Talk to me about BtOM and/or its sequel? I've seen some of the webcomic and would love to know more

Hooo boy! Thank you so much for your interest! This is going to be a long post! BtoM is my original webcomic, set in the Aztec empire in the 15th century, before the arrival of the Spaniards. It's not trying to be historically accurate but I did quite a lot of research at the time to get cultural stuff and place settings right. It features, as main characters, Metztlitototl, a boy who fell from the sky; Mictlantecuhtli, god of death; Tezcatlipoca, god of, heh, a shitload of things LOL, and his highpriest Itztli, a human. They try to navigate their feelings for each other while finding out where Metz came from. It's a gay love fantasy drama. (while I and the characters often refer to Metz as a "boy", he is not underage) I came up with the basic story idea over twenty years ago and developed it over the years (with the help of a writer who is not part of it any more) into a fully fleshed out story. At the moment it spans six full chapters with about 30-40 pages each; the seventh and last chapter is still unfinished. I have taken huge breaks over the years, coming back to it again and again. I have always promised that I will one day finish it and I still intend to keep that promise. The shutdown of smackjeeves had me loose my main platform for hosting the comic and while I have plans to make my own website, at the moment it's hard to direct people to where to read it easily. That's why I set up a new tumblr for it, but editing all the pages and making the posts is also a huge effort I struggle with. (So sorry!!! I will try and be better!)

It's hard to share stuff because it's a comic script, not a novel, but I'd like to share something from chapter seven, Mic and Itztli trying to figure out who or what Metz actually is-

Itztli is sleepless, he roams the temple grounds restlessly, deep circles under his eyes. He coughs violently and spits but doesn't see the blood mixed with his spit. At dawn he comes upon a secluded area where a fire must have been burning not long ago, a qualming brazier and lots of footprints make him curious. He inspects the scene and finds almost but not completely erased drawings in the earth, depicting... Metztlitototl? What is the meaning of this? Is that... the boy? "It is as I thought." Itztli whirls around at the voice, and Mic stands before him (not the skeleton, but the "nice" Mic). Itztli squats down immediately, heart pounding. "Lord of Mictlan." Mic ignores him. He looks around, sees traces of burnt incense, and even a feather of a bird, hinting at a blood sacrifice. Without looking at Itztli, still studying the area, he says: "Tell me about the night you found him."

The sequel is a very indulgent PWP that has them figuring out their feelings even more and basically all four of them end up in a polyamorous relationship haha. It was my pleasure project to write when the mood struck and has reached the same length as the main story document (oops LOL)

My favourite is not the main character Metz but Itztli, my precious poor boy who'd do anything for his capricious master. He's probably the reason the sequel exists because they needed more space to flourish <3

The main characters, Metz and Mic, are soft and lovely and I love them to bits but they are also, well, easy. Also, Mic is obviously inspired by Dream. My teenage self had a type (and still has). xD

Feel free to ask me more detailed questions! I will endeavour to post more comic pages soon!

[springvaletales]

⋆ NAME?: Soli

⋆ PRONOUNS?: She/They (anything goes, really, so long as it's not meant insultingly).

⋆ MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Michael, though I've been making an effort to put his four friends in the spotlight more, as they were originally meant to be. XD It's tough tho, because I also never turn down an opportunity to use some of my worldbuilding characters for some memes.

⋆ RP PET PEEVES?: Responses that disregard details or actions my muses have openly made/have/done. It makes me feel like my response wasn't actually read, but more skimmed just enough for the other person to continue writing the idea they already had down. If there's going to be an established plot or action sequence, I'd at least like a heads up so it doesn't feel like my muses are suddenly being benched for a Main Character cutscene.

Alternatively, responses that know things about my muse(s) that wouldn't be common knowledge (like who Michael's real patron is, knowing about Haaruma's scars, knowing how Bashur broke his horns, etc.). I'm cool with plotting for muses to know that kind of thing going in, but when it happens without any communication between writers it feels like metagaming, and makes the thread less of a collaboration.

⋆ EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been writing/RPing in some form for about 15 years now. I started off trading giant empty notebooks with friends between classes to write painfully 2000's self-insert fics, and moved to Tumblr in 2009 when I realized there were social spaces beyond Facebook.

I've been here ever since. >:3c

⋆ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: Of the three I most prefer fluff. I am ace, so writing smut, for me, is an exercise in frustration (I don't want to bang, but my muses do, and what my fictional children want they get even if it kills me) and takes a looooong time, so it's not usually something I share with others.

I do like angst, but only if it's wrapped up with some comfort at the end. I went through a period of my life a few years ago where all I wanted to read was angst, and it burnt me out like a dry piece of hay. I had to step away from angst fics for a few years, and while I'm better at handling that kind of content now, I still prefer it to have some kind of happy or hopeful ending.

⋆ PLOTS OR MEMES?: Both!! I love plotting out longer threads with people (whether serious, silly, or other), but I think memes are a great way to just throw characters together and see how they click!

I also like using meme interactions in the backgrounds of longer threads, to either quietly establish how muses met or just as extra information we can pepper in to past interactions.

⋆ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: As long as the response can move the thread forward and I have something to react to, I don't care how long it is. I tend to make mine a couple paragraphs, if ever possible, just because I like to give my writing partner's as much as I can to work with, but I never want to pressure anyone to match lengths.

I've lived that pressure, hated it, and don't wish it on anyone.

⋆ TIME TO WRITE?: Usually the evenings, 5pm-midnight. Sometimes inspiration strikes during the day, but I usually don't have time on a workday to fully write out responses, so I just have to sit on them until I get home.

⋆ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: Now that I've gotten into therapy, yes. There are many ways in which I am like my muses. A lot of those ways are kind of personal, and I'm still fully detangling them all in my head, but I have definitely been using these poor NPCs to work through some things through D&D.

Tagged by: @deaddoveadventures

Tagging: @cupcakesmuses, @wanderingarcherviola

[sakurarisen]

Meet the Mun.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

I've actually had Sera as a muse for well over a decade. She's easily one of my oldest muses and ocs, and came about in a period of my life that actually helped contribute to (then unrecognized) PTSD. While she's been through a HELL of a lot more than me, Sera is something of a comfort character and forever my strongest muse, and I don't think there'll ever be a day I'm not writing her. <3

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

I'm not really fond of cheating plots, especially ones taken as a 'just handwave it off' kind of thing? Just not my cup of tea. I'm also not really fond of horror and violence for the sake of violence, again especially when just shrugged off or thrown in for no reason other than shock value/no reason at all, and I definitely don't like plots where all it is is 'A antagonizes B, B has to deal with it with nothing else going on aside from A antagonizing them' - I've had a lot of encounters where I literally couldn't do anything without my muse being shit on every time they showed up or opened their mouth, and it was treated as a joke my muse (and I) should just deal with. Shit's not funny after a while. I also don't like turning EVERYTHING nsfw it the same vein as that, either, being it sexual or not - It's exhausting trying to write a conversation between muses and it boiling down to/derailed into a slew of dirty jokes and innuendos, or a trauma dump in reply to something "what do you want for lunch". A bit is fine and funny, but there's a time for it, in my opinion.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I do love softer things! Give me relationship building! Give me lore building! Give me meaningful and impactful moments - Some of my favorite threads are ones where I've walked away and learned something new about the muses! <3 I love writing fluff, I love letting the muses just be, but I also love touches of angst occasionally and serious moments just as much. <3

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Oftentimes they're things I've been thinking of for a while and just had a breakthrough on, or a sudden realization - Things like Sera being a snow phoenix fall under 'sudden realization', while others, like her scars, were a breakthrough from thinking about. A good chunk of the time, they come around via threads making me see something in a new light or my love of reading made me think, or a video game sparked up a few thoughts, and it always tumbles into something massive the more my muse nodes her head and finally opens up in a 'you finally figured me out, here's more detail' babble.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Both - I usually do better with silence, but if I can't get that, I'll slap on some instrumental type music, oftentimes Lindsey Stirling. Things with lyrics usually serve as a distraction because I want to listen to the vocals over writing. XD

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Both! A LOT of them are winged, especially since I just let Sera (and Shayan!) do her own thing usually and oftentimes she ends up doing things I didn't expect her to do anyway, but I also like to plan out a little bit a lot, too. That's usually as simple as looking to a partner and going "I think this is going to happen" or "I'd like to touch on this", or even pointing out "hey, here's how my muse feels after that" - But from there it's usually winged, never planned out word for word.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

I love shipping, but unfortunately I've had some pretty horrible experiences with it outside of an incredibly tiny handful of close friends, which's really dashed my desire to jump into it with anyone aside from them. This is actually why I've gone totally singleship and exclusively shipped with @honorisen - I've been burnt so badly over the years I'd rather just keep romantic shipping to a super close friend who knows me and I know just as well in return.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

I go by either Lita, Pom, or Pomberry, the later being a mix of Pomeranian and Tonberry! Though to be fair I also regularly answer to just 'hey you-' as well, and used to go by Pomsky before it got shortened to just Pom! I'm not super picky in which I prefer, so hit me with any of them <3

ᴀɢᴇ?

A good bit over 30-

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

October 13th <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Purple, dark green, and probably a little mid-ranged blues in there too-

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I spent my childhood in the 90's, so I've gotta say most songs by the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC - With special nods for the later to Bye Bye Bye and Space Cowboy. I also really, REALLY love Lindsey Stirling's Shatter Me and Roundtable Rival, as well as What You're Made Of, and Breaking Benjamin's I will Not Bow and Breath - I could list a ton here, but that's because I'm usually fond of songs and less so of groups in general!

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2! It happened to be on tv, and I can never turn down GotG <3

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

...Prooobably Jeopardy? I don't watch a whole heck of a lot of TV aside from old re-runs of 90's/early 2000's anime, but we watch Jeopardy and Family Feud here during dinner most days, so-

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Currently have on Space Cowboy by NSYNC! <3

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Toss up between chicken tetrazini, meatloaf, and bbq ribs <3 Not really a food, but I finally got to try bubble tea/boba and I'm falling in love with that too-

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Anything that isn't hot as all getout, which is most of the year where I live, unfortunately. x.x' I like spring and fall for that reason especially? And while my health doesn't agree, I LOVE winter and miss it since moving to a warmer climate several years back-

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Yep yep! <3 @honorisen / @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, and a friend who's unfortunately no longer rp'ing here, but I talk to daily! <3

Tagged: Saphie said steal it SO <3 Stolen from @azure-steel and replaced with cupcakes <3

Tagging: @yoroiis, @waltzofphoenix, Grab it! <3

[dirty-bosmer]

Now that I'm almost caught up on The Illusionist, I was wondering if you'd be willing to enlighten me on your writing process. Also, if you feel comfortable sharing, was there anything unexpected or surprising that you learned about writing fic?? Super curious and super nosy :>

Thank you for the ask, Z!! I will be honest, my writing process is a MESS, especially now that I'm super busy with school. For each chapter, I usually have a scaffold to work with, and the very least some bullet points that outline each scene. It is almost unimaginable to me that in the early days of my fic, I could write a chapter every few weeks over several regular writing sessions. These days it's so chaotic. I write nothing at all for months at a time then get hit by inspiration ray and stay up from 5 AM to 3 AM writing the bulk of a chapter. It's so unsustainable lol. It usually goes like this:

Write a line.

Agonize over said line.

Write a few paragraphs. Go back to original line and rewrite it three times. End up with the same line I started with.

Forget about things for a few weeks. Write another paragraph. Rewrite said paragraph. Rewrite first line again.

Rearrange all the sentences and re-read it until I'm sick of myself.

Brood for a bit. Get distracted for a few more weeks.

Scrounge for inspiration in my dreamscape. When it hits, spend all of Saturday writing and doing nothing but writing. Don't contact anyone. Don't go outside. Don't do anything. Don't even blink.

Edit while burnt out cause I slept for 6 hours over the entire weekend and hopefully don't get sick of myself again :D

So yeah, I don't recommend that, eheh. I think it's been so difficult cause I'm at the end of a long fic and feeling the pressure, but hopefully when I get back into my Skyrim fic, I'll have planned it out a bit more and it will not be so lawless. Also I've found that chipping away little by little and having someone to do writing sprints with helps a ton with maintaining creative flow (thanks @gilgamish <3)

As for the second part of the question, I'd say what surprised me the most was 1) how much I enjoy writing and 2) how many people have enjoyed my writing. I started The Illusionist back in 2017 with no real writing experience or intention of publishing online, kind of just went *dooot dooot* on the keyboard for a few years, then realized "omg there's a story here" (is it obvious that i pantsed 😅). At some point, I realized it had become a serious hobby, and I actually wanted to improve my skill which is a blessing and a curse cause I've found a real passion for the craft but that also means I'm a lot harsher on myself now.

The second point was far more unexpected tho— I'm truly blown away by how welcoming this community has been and how supportive my friends are. Absolutely mind-boggled that anyone has taken time out their day to read my fic, let alone dropped a message to tell me they liked it 😭 I'm incredibly grateful. Oblivion is almost TWO DECADES OLD, and when I first started writing, my fic was a rare-pair that centered around the mages. THE MAGES GUILD. It was so unbelievably unsexy and understandably received very little engagement XD For years it was like that, so my expectations have always been and will remain very low. Still, I'm having such a blast and hope to be writing for a while :)

[n04hfiction]

don't know if you're still doing that ship thing buuuut- if you are this is my submission cause it's really cool and I keep seeing your posts about it lol

I shall just jump in bc- aa

I'm just barely 5'4- like I've been stuck at 5'3 for years and I celebrated when I grew an inch. I'm a trans guy who's demiaroace and gay!! brown eyes, brown hair, pale as hell- chronically ill too- fainting disorder, blood disorder- there's more.

autism, probably ocd- the basic depression anxiety trauma disorder combo

I'm learning guitar and bass (half way done learning scum on bass), I'm an editor, been editing for five years- I am an absolute space nerd who doesn't go a day without thinking about it- I write alot- fanfic writer who mainly writes about wilbur bc he's

he's stuck in my brain, I can't get rid of him, help me /hj

I write poetry- I've been working on a script for a Minecraft smp for two years- poured my heart n soul into it

uhhh I am decently quiet unless someone talks to me and gets me talking and then I don't shut up. I get forgotten bc I am so quiet which is like fine- I like my peace. I enjoy reading but when I can't read physical books I stick to fanfic. I bound a 200k+ word fic in two weeks bc I loved it sm. I really like cozy spaces and lots of blankets n pillows. I hate any number besides 0, 5, and 8- the rest are icky.

my favorite bands are Lovejoy, the front bottoms, los campesinos, fall out boy-

I hate blue origin and Elon musk (space x is on thin ice)

my favorite fun fact about me is that the curiosity Rover launched on my sixth birthday

oh- I'm a reality shifter, like- it's a special interest at this point. I've taught so many people (still haven't shifted yet AAA)

I'm hyper observant so I notice everything about everyone else- I'd make a good profiler to be fair

uhh last thing is that my favorite shows are Rizzoli and Isles, Heartstopper, The Closer and Criminal Minds- I'm interesting and not always in a good way-

lmk if you need more cause I might not have done this well lol

oh another thing- I had a forensic science hyperfixation years ago bc I wanted to be like Connor from DBH and now my name is Connor so-- I achieved it nonetheless!

hey hey i ship you with george!!

congratulates you for your like half inch you grew but also teases you for it xD he probably deadass baked a (burnt) cake when it happened and then 20 minutes go by and he’s like “HAHAHAH YOUR SO SHORT” cuz george is like 5’9(?)

tries to help you w/ all your disorders, but he doesn’t always understand all of them that well and ends up feeling awful, my baby just wants to help :( <3

sister is shook that you can read so much so god damn fast, he’ll be like “BRO TEACH ME HOW TO READ MY EMAILS THAT FAST” cuz i can just see him stalling on that kind of stuff lmfao, especially if it’s for work

loves to get you talking he just thinks it’s the best and cutest thing ever xD

[amethystina]

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

I could if I had to? But I have a hard time figuring out what kind of scenario I would have to end up in for that to be the only solution xD

I doubt I'd ever WANT to quit, though. Like, even if I go back to my earliest memory of Writing Something a little more substantial (a horror story when I was 10 that I read to my friends as we huddled together in our tent during a school camping trip (they loved it)) it has always seemed so natural to me. Of course I write. Why wouldn't I? It's almost as obvious to me as watching movies or reading books. It's just something I do and have had a casual interest in since I was quite young.

That's not to say I've always put a lot of effort into it, though. I honestly didn't start consciously trying to improve until I wrote my first fanfic around ten years ago and was told that, hey, you're actually pretty good at this. You could keep doing it?

And I was genuinely surprised by that because writing had been such a natural part of my life for so long that it didn't really strike me as anything special. Or that I could actually be GOOD at it.

And, in the case with fanfics, it just sounded fun, so I promised myself to write at least one before I died. And I think some part of me fully expected there to be only one, which was also why that first fanfic ended up being 290k because you might as well do it properly if you're only going to do it once, right?

... let's ignore the fact that I'm now at 74 published works on AO3. And close to two million words in total.

Shush.

Point being, I don't feel forced to write. It's not a compulsion or something I have to do to get the feelings out, so there's really no reason for me to wish I could stop writing. If I get burnt out, I just pause the writing for a couple of weeks/months and focus more on my drawing. Or read more books.

So while writing is a very natural part of my life (heck, I wrote a book on accident before I wrote my first fanfic) I can also take a step back and let it rest when needed. It's something I do for fun, because I can, and, through some stroke of luck, it turns out I'm also really good at it.

So no, I don't think I'll ever stop writing entirely, but I will definitely take breaks from it when necessary.

Also, if anyone is wondering: yes, I would very much like to write and publish a book at some point (the one mentioned above doesn't quite count since it's not published). I have ideas for several but, right now, I only have so much time I can spend on writing and my fanfics are getting in the way x'D

But someday I'll publish a book too! :D

Weird Questions for Writers

[nocompromise-noregrets]

okay, I probably ought to do it myself, oughtn't I?! XD So, five good things that happened in 2023:

I saw Def Leppard again for the first time since they were the first band I ever saw live, 31 years previously

I feel like I finally began to get to grips with job number two (only taken ten years)

I completed all 30 prompts for @bi-widower-dads' Barduil Month and all 31 for @writersmonth, as well as all of Writers' Month's Pride prompts and all of the Barduil October prompts. Burnt me right out but I got some really good fics out of it, I think.

I had huge fun on @tolkienrsb with @seagull-energy!

I finally figured out that I'd been stockpiling symptoms of Age-Related Loss of Plot for at least five years and got myself medicated, and once it had settled in I started feeling a whole lot better in myself.

There we go. Anyone else fancy doing this, please go go go!

Post five good things that happened to you during 2013.

Big or small, I-landed-my-dream-job or my-dog-loves-me or I-saw-a-great-film or I-survived-the-year. Five good things that happened, or that you did, whatever they are. Go!

[a-slut-for-smut]

GUYS I DID IT I DID IT I MADE A SMUT!!!!

*whispers* but...its for gojohime XD

Oh lawd some horny ass demon has possessed me because these 2 idiots be living rent free in my slutty head 24/7, the brainrot got so bad it somehow manifested into a (my very first fic actually) fluffy smut fic!

Anyway, my brainrot has convinced me that Gojo is so madly in love with her it makes him stupid, Utahime loves him too but doesnt know it...yet. She's just so over his shit. As for Gojo...well he can be unhinged/super cocky at times but i never saw him as mean or cruel, maybe emotionally stunted like a big baby crying for any attention he can get lol

Here's a preview so you can turn back now of whats in store:

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"Is this what you want?" She asks darkly, as she grips him with more pressure.

Gojo whimpers, looking up at her in shock, disbelief and surprisingly, awe. "...yes", he barely manages to breathe out.

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As she sprung his cock free from his pants, she let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well well well...looks like we got ourselves a chonky boi here.”

Gojo felt his chest swell with pride- he couldn’t stop himself from beaming.

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Poor little kouhai had finally bitten off more than he could chew, she thought. She’d give him something to chew on for years to come.

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Also in dedication to the 5 Song Lovers nickname (derived from GoUta) I've decided this will be 5 chapters, with each chapter title named after a beloved song that embodies them, their relationship and the overall chapter theme. Just know I have eclectic music tastes! The first song is "I Got You Under My Skin" cover by South Korean singer Jihae, featured in the show Altered Carbon (which unfortunately only exists in the show as producers decided not to release it- i will die be mad about this)- its exactly how I imagine Utahime singing it, its a stupidly sexy rendition:

So if you like what you see, than buckle up bitch it's gonna be a wild ride hehehe. I'd suggest reading on Ao3 HERE as i give more fun background about the fic, but here it is too:

Call Me By My Name: The Taming of the Insufferable Manwhore Sorcerer

Summary: Utahime hits her breaking point with the insufferable sorcerer- copious amounts of hilarity, pining fluffiness and bean-flickin good smut ensues :D

Rating: E (duh)

Utahime was having a shitty day.  The cafe she normally frequents for takeout coffee served her the nastiest burnt-tasting coffee, which she proceeded to spew and get all over her white miko outfit.  She really needed that coffee too- she had passed out after showering last night, exhausted, only to wake up with bedhead that refused to be tamed.  And why was she exhausted, exactly?

Because she spent the past 3 weeks preparing for her meeting with the elders about a promotion -a meeting set months in advance- which they decided to oh so considerately cancel the morning of with no reason, postponing it without a predetermined date.  She just wanted the day to be over so she could escape in front of the TV with the 3 bottles of fancy red wine she had splurged on in the hopes of a celebration.  The last thing she needed was a chance encounter with the walking, talking giant hemorrhoid that was Gojo Satoru.

“UTAHIMEEEEEE” the familiar yet disrespectful greeting pierced through the school courtyard, grating her nerves and making the vein on her temple throb.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, deciding to ignore it and kept walking, the last classes had just been dismissed with the students quick to flee the premises to embrace the weekend. She marched on, needing to grab her bag in her desk to escape, only to collide with a solid form that made her stumble back.

Gojo apparently lowered his Infinity and teleported right in front of her, grinning his Cheshire grin.

“Utahime!! Where are you going with so much purpose, hmm?”

She grit her teeth, she was in no mood to play his games.  “Home” she said simply as she breezed by him.  Gojo turned and followed, undeterred by her lack of reaction and decided to dial it up because if there's one thing Gojo would not abide by is that he would not be ignored, especially by her.

"Hey Utahime! Why are you so weak?” Gojo inquired annoyingly, “is it because you're so small and short? Why do you refuse to acknowledge my greatness in everything? Huh?huh?huh?huh?"

Utahime whirls around to face him, fuming. "GOJO, ENOUGH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHY DO YOU KEEP HARASSING ME LIKE THIS?? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME???"

Gojo grinned, victory splayed all over his face. “Oh, the Elders called for some meeting with me, probably over something stupid, honestly its such a waste of my time I’ll probably just ghost them and keep them waiting, haha!  Then I saw you and thought oh, Utahime would be a better use of my time!  You’re so much more fun.”

“And...” he leaned down slightly, as if speaking to a child “...as to what I want, it should be obvious!” gleefully cheesing so hard she could tell his eyes were closed despite the blindfold.

Her mind was running a mile a minute, digesting his words- the Elders probably had canceled her meeting with them to make way for Gojo of all people, and he wasn’t going to bother showing up! Fate was playing some sort of cruel joke and she wasn't laughing.  The higher ups wouldn't give her the time of day, passing her over and over despite all her efforts and hard-earned accomplishments, while this IDIOT undeservedly has them all at his beck and call and will ghost them on a whim???  This was it, she decided.  This was the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

She narrows her eyes at him, and with the speed of a viper strike seizes Gojo's man bits in her left fist and twists, hard.  Gojo lets out a shocked pained gasp and doubles over, just below eye level with her.

"Is this what you want?" She asks darkly, as she grips him with more pressure.

Gojo whimpers, looking up at her in shock, disbelief and surprisingly, awe. "...yes", he barely manages to breathe out.

His admission does something to her, something she's never felt with him before- the thrill of absolute power, of domination.  A smirk tugs at her lips as she lifts her right hand to slide his blindfold down, gently caressing his face while doing so. She feels him grow and pulse in her left hand, and she clenches him in her fist even harder, eliciting an embarrassing hiss-moan from him.

"Yes...what, Gojo-kun ?" she prompts sweetly, feeling empowered as she slowly runs her grip from the base of his balls, dragging her fingertips along the underside of his shaft.

Gojo's eyes flutter as he sighs out: "Yes, please.... senpai ."

Utahime releases him slowly, pinching the head of his cock as she lets go, making him suck in his breath once more.

“Well, only good little kouhai's can get what they want.  Are you going to be a good little kouhai?”

Gojo stares at her dumbly for a moment before nodding vigorously.

“Good. Then follow me.” She turns without looking back, continuing her original path at an unhurried pace.

Gojo follows her obediently without a word.  His mind is reeling, this is unmarked territory for him- after all these years he can’t believe this is actually happening.  He hasn’t the faintest idea why this of all things was her breaking point, or what to expect (but he could certainly hope and imagine) and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he wanted to see it through.

They walked in silence, the school was quiet, without a soul in sight.  The halls are flooded with a gentle amber light of a waning afternoon, the air a bit humid but not unpleasantly so.  As he traces the hallways with his eyes he fidgets inwardly, trying to recall if he remembered to put on deodorant today, hoping he doesn't smell, that despite it not being that hot he felt he was sweating, no, burning .

His worrying thoughts halted when they approached her classroom door.  Here be dragons he said to himself as she unlocked the door.  Upon entering, she moved to the side of the doorway and gestured to come in.  He stepped in, standing at attention, while she slowly slid the door closed and locked it.  She turned to him, unashamedly appraising him from bottom to top with lidded eyes.

“Take a seat.” she commanded. He hesitated for a moment, before moving towards one of the student desks.  “No. Not that one”. That one” she gestured with a nod towards her desk.  He hesitated again, before walking and settling himself in her office chair.  And waited.  Like a good little kouhai.

Utahime grinned inwardly, relishing Gojo’s obvious nervousness.  Oh, I am going to have fun with this, she said to herself wickedly.  Recompense for her canceled meeting, for all those years of endless teasing and harassment, this was fair play in her eyes.

She strode to him at a languid pace, Gojo watching every step.  He looked up at her uncertainly when she stopped directly in front of him, hinging at the waist so she was eye level with him.  She held his gaze for a couple beats when both of her hands suddenly grasped his knees and jerked his legs wide open, making him gasp in surprise.

“We’re going to play a little game, Gojo-kun.”  She says, lowly.  “But first, you need to agree to the rules.  If you break any said rules, the game is over. Never to be played again. Do you understand?”

Gojo gulped audibly, nodding slowly.

“Good kouhai.  Rule 1. No touching unless I explicitly say so. No hands, mouth, nothing. I will touch you and you will take it like a good kouhai, understand? Absolutely no Infinity allowed.  Rule 2. No talking. You so much as flap your stupid dick lips even once and this is all over. Rule 3. No peeking.”

“This...” she drags her hold from his knees up, traveling up his thighs, along his hips to his chest -Gojo holding his breath the entire time- to gripping his neck while lightly squeezing.  She felt him swallow thickly before releasing her hold to gather his blindfold sitting at the base of his throat.  She pulled it up over his eyes and tied it tight behind his head.  “...stays on.  Your eyes stay closed, and don't even THINK about using Six Eyes because I will know and this game ends for good.  Do you understand and agree to follow the rules?”

“Yes senp-” Gojo is cut short, gasping when Utahime suddenly strikes him across the face, hard.

“Did you already forget Rule 2, idiot kouhai?? Do you not want to play this game because we can stop this now.” Her tone is harsh, threatening.

He was dazed for a split second before shaking his head.  “Good.  Now do you agree to follow the rules I've just laid out?”  Gojo nods his head once, all eyes shut tight.

“That’s a good kouhai.”  She moves away from him, he already misses the warmth of her.  Embracing the darkness, he listens intently- the shuffling of clothing, the opening of a desk drawer, the familiar rustling and tearing of a condom wrapper (the question as to why she kept condoms in her desk drawer he would need to ponder later).

He hears her approach, she grabs both his wrists and kneels behind him, binding them together with a single zip tie.  Zip ties too??, he questions inwardly but the thought fades immediately when she draws in close, positioning herself in the space between his legs.

“Are you ready to play, Gojo-kun?” He was nodding eagerly before he realized what he was doing.

When he felt her hands on his belt buckle, he immediately widened his stance and arched his back to give her better access, aching for her touch.  He held his breath as her fingers unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper, torturously slow.  He knew she was teasing him, he supposed he deserved it and there was no denying he was entirely (and willingly) at her mercy.  But when she reached into his pants and wrapped her fingers around his aching cock he had to bite back a moan, she had gotten him so worked up he struggled not to embarrass himself.

As she sprung his cock free from his pants, she let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well well well...looks like we got ourselves a chonky boi here.”

Gojo felt his chest swell with pride- he couldn’t stop himself from beaming.

She wasn’t kidding either.  In her hand was the fattest, girthiest dummy thicc cock she’d ever laid eyes on, even including all the kinky porn she indulged in- which was saying a lot . The girth was one thing, but the heft, the weight of the thing…it bewildered her as to how he managed to even walk around comfortably with this monster dong between his legs. Length-wise was nothing to sneeze at either, but above all else she wondered just how the hell she was gonna get that thing to fit.

Her inner musings continued as she stroked him softly, rolling the condom down (it was a tad snug, but that was his fault for having such a dummy thicc cock).  With the same hand she raised to his lips, with one simple command: “Spit.” Gojo obeyed, despite how dry his mouth was he frantically worked his tongue to gather as much saliva as possible.

She returned her hand to his cock, stroking and coating him, getting him nice and slick while he murmured softly in pleasure.  “Lean back.” she ordered, stepping over his knees in a straddle position.  Gojo leaned back into the chair as far as it allowed, his bound hands gripping the chair seat with bruising strength as he felt her heat on the tip of his cock.

“Buckle up kouhai, you're in for a wild ride” she whispered hotly in his ear, tingles running down his spine, as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock.

FUCK. He was so fucking thick fuck fuck fuck her mind was frantic, there was already good deal of resistance when he first breached her, but the continuing stretch was making her lose her fucking mind.  She willed her way through it at a tortuous pace, sinking her nails into his shoulders while taking him cm by cm, mapping every vein and ridge of his cock until finally fusing their hip bones together.

A protracted moan of relief escaped his throat as she settled in his lap, fuck she was so tight, so warm, so wet, the sensations were so overwhelming, every fiber of his being screamed to slam himself up into her, grip her waist so hard it would leave bruises, ravage that sassy little mouth of hers with his tongue- it was a miracle he was able to restrain himself at all.  He bit his lip, breathing heavily through his nose in an attempt to strengthen his resolve, his self control.

She examined his face, his furrowed brow in severe concentration, almost in an anguished expression.

It delighted her.

She found herself even more aroused, growing wetter. Poor little kouhai had finally bitten off more than he could chew, she thought. She’d give him something to chew on for years to come.

With her feet firmly planted on the floor, she slowly lifted her hips up until only the very tip of his cock was in, and swiftly slammed herself down on him, eliciting a choking gasp from him.  She smirked villainously as she repeated the motion again, again and again, broken sighs and whines tumbling from his lips.

“Look at how good my little kouhai is, taking a pussy pounding so well” she purred into his neck as she started to increase her tempo, rolling her hips so that the head of his cock dragged the entire length of her frontal walls so deliciously she struggled to stifle her own moans.

Gojo was an utter mess, his head was spinning from the pleasure of it all- the way she pistoned her hips up and down his cock, the way she gripped him like a vice with her cunt and her fingers, how hot and wet her breath felt on his skin, the aborted noises she made as she struggled to subdue her own moans- he was hopelessly lost. With her. Within her.

He could feel the heat coiling in his groin, the need to burst within her was too much, he couldn’t hold on much longer.  He bit his lip harder as she continued riding him mercilessly, in a desperate attempt to keep his orgasm at bay but it was too late. The dams burst free; completely ambushed by the searing white hot waves of pleasure crashing and coursing through his body so violently he let out a series of short, almost pained gasps as his orgasm ripped through him.

Utahime slowed her pace so she could enjoy the show- Gojo coming undone, utterly ruined, struggling to catch his breath. She’d never admit it to anyone but it was the hottest, most erotic display she had ever witnessed.  She regretted keeping the blindfold on, she would have loved to see his eyes as he came and the intensity behind them, she jokingly wondered if they gleamed or lit up.

As she felt him softening within her she suddenly pulled herself up, his cock flopping unceremoniously on his thigh as she reached for her hakama. The sudden loss of her warmth made him panic, he was stuttering before he remembered the rule “Sorry, I don’t normally…I’m usually…just give me a few mins…”

A finger brushed his lips, hushing him.  “You were a good little kouhai…” she whispered sensually in his ear,  “…but I win.” With that she picked up her bag and walked out the classroom, slamming the door closed.

Gojo sat there dumbfounded, hands still tied, blindfolded, with his dick hanging out of his pants, still processing what the hell just happened.

**The next morning**

Utahime wakes up the next morning to warm sunbeams caressing her eyes and face.  She turns to her clock, only to see the numbers 8:30 AM stare back at her. Stupid sun, she mumbles to herself before throwing the covers over her head, determined to sleep off her hangover after downing 2 bottles of red wine by herself last night.

The sun, however, had other plans.  Her bedroom quickly began to warm up, the sun relentless as if to say suck it bitch, get your lazy ass up.  With the windows closed it was stifling, her face under the covers not helping, she gritted her teeth before letting out an exasperated groan, must everything in her life be so infuriating??? Fuck my life.

She threw off the covers, glaring at the sun jeering through her window, before stumbling to her bathroom to take a hot shower. She was feeling particularly sore for some reason.

When she returned to her bedroom, she checked her phone only to see that the battery died at some point last night.  She recalled tossing it into her bedroom as she frantically uncorked the first wine bottle, taking a large swig before plopping herself on the sofa and switching on the baseball game.  She had finished the 2nd bottle around the 8th inning, and seeing how her home team had a significant lead she called it quits and promptly passed out on her bed without bothering to change out of her work clothes.  Whatever, it was a rough day.

She plugged her phone in the charger and turned it on, only to receive an onslaught of notification chimes.  Almost every one of them came from the same contact: “idiot kouhai”

Oh, that’s right.  She had fucked Gojo Satoru yesterday.

She threw her head back cackling as the notification chimes continued, no wonder she was extra sore this morning!  Man, that wine really did a number on me.   The 67 new notifications alert made her giddy, she imagined Gojo running around in a panic like a chicken with its head cut off, much to her amusement.

She didn’t read through all of them- they varied from simple greetings “hey senpai” and “senpai pls respond” while gradually increasing in desperation “Hello??? Senpai are you alive???” and “SENPAI SO MEAN, IGNORING ME ALL NIGHT!!!”  A bunch were missed calls, then finally the last being a voicemail.

She bit her lip at the voicemail alert, hesitating, unsure what to expect, whether she actually wanted to hear what he had to say.  If she left it alone or deleted it, and just leave things unspoken and maybe that was for the best.

Utahime deliberated for a few more seconds before deciding fuck it , and tapped the speakerphone icon.

“Hey Uta-...ermm Senpai! Ive been trying to reach you...uh...i just want to make sure...that...um...you got home ok!  Ummm...yeah...call me back when you get this- or, text me, you know….whatever you prefer.  Just...yeah. Um...talk to you later. oh! And sorry about your door. Ok. bye!

Utahime tapped her phone against her forehead, chuckling to herself.  Gojo was unintentionally adorable when he was unsure of himself, which was a rarity in itself.   As adorable as it was, she decided it was probably best not to call him back until after the weekend, to let things breathe and air out.  She’d figure out what he meant by the door later.

She saw a message from Mei Mei and Shoko each, apparently Gojo had harassed them to text her to see if she was alive, with Shoko also asking when Utahime expects to arrive at her apartment tonight.  Hmm, guess it was a blessing that asshole sun pulled her out of bed when it did, otherwise she might have run late for her train to Tokyo for their girls night out.

On her way out the door, her phone rings and she immediately picks up.

“Hey Shoko, dont worry im on my way-”

“Hey...its me”, a voice interjected that was decidedly not Shoko.

Gojo. Well, guess she’ll have to speak with him earlier than planned. 

“Oh, it's you.  What do you want?”  She asked, as blase as possible.

“I...uh, tried to call you yesterday.  I wanted to make sure everything...I mean you, were ok.”

“Yeah my phone died.  I'm good.  Anyway I'm running late and gotta get going-”

“So where are you going? You’re meeting Shoko? Can I come???” He asked in his best silly singsong voice he could muster in a lame attempt to hide his trepidation.

“Nope.” She replied curtly. “Girls night out.  Vaginas only.”

“Senpai so mean!” He cried. “That’s very exclusionist, you know.  Did you ever consider that I might identify as a woman, hmm? Does that count?”

She huffed. “Gojo, you’re not fooling anyone the way you flex your dick all around town.”

She heard a choking noise like he was taken aback, but Utahime didn’t give him a chance to respond, the conversation was over- “Anyway, I've got to go, have a good weekend byeeeeeee” and promptly hung up.

Gojo sat on his sofa, staring at his phone.  There was a bite to her words that he chose to push aside to mull over later.  He was more interested in what her plans were.  Clearly she was meeting Shoko, and she said girls night out so that implied Mei Mei would be there.

He decided to do some social media sleuthing to see what he could find out.  Mei Mei was something of an influencer, constantly posting herself in stylish outfits, sharing posts of luxury goods etc.  Her latest post was a selfie, sporting thigh-high boots and showing off a mid-thigh high black dress with long sleeves that connected across her collarbone with gold brooch and an open panel that tastefully exposed her ample chest.  <Authors note: LOL omg...i can’t describe clothes for shit> The caption under read:

Can't wait for ladies night out tonight, come out to The Nightingale Lounge @10pm to toast my girl Uta xoxo

Gojo felt his eyebrows rise. Well, that was easy. Thank god for attention-seeking, validation hungry social media whores. Not sure what they were celebrating but it didn’t matter- Utahime was coming to Tokyo, and most likely would spend the night at least.  This would make it easy to infiltrate, and innocently bump into them in the Roppangi nightlife district.

He started scheming a plan of attack when his mind started to wander, particularly to the events of yesterday afternoon. He felt himself cringe as he recalled how fast he came, how she didn't finish, what she was thinking…

He groaned, lifting his forearm to cover his eyes. It was fucking embarrassing.  He was a teenager all over again.  He needed her to know that was a fluke, she had gotten him too excited, that he could absolutely deliver in bed. He needed to prove himself to her.  If Principal Gakuganji hadn’t gotten in the way, maybe he would have caught up to her…

**Yesterday afternoon**

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Gojo never realized just how obnoxiously loud the classroom clocks could be, the ticks seem to echo across the entire school.  He sat dumbstruck for a few beats, unsure what to do.  Was she coming back? If she was, would she be mad if he freed himself? Did she really leave? Should he go chase after her or would she get mad?

He decided to risk the latter and snapped the zip tie easily, ripping the condom off and tossing it aside, frantically stuffing his half hard cock back into his pants trying to ignore the obvious discomfort. He made a dash for the door when he heard footsteps approaching, stopped short and froze.

There was a knock before the door opened and Gojo could feel his face fall as he stared directly at Principal Gakuganji’s crusty old face.

“Gojo?? What are you doing here? Where were you this afternoon?? We waited nearly an hour you arrogant punk!”

Gojo blinked. He had forgotten all about that, but he felt no remorse- not when there were more pressing matters to see to.

“Sorry not sorry, I was busy” he replied as he made a move to push past him.  Gakuganji blocked his path, stern look on his face.  “We did the courtesy of calling a meeting, you should return that courtesy by attending.  What are you doing in Iori-sensei’s classroom? Is she still here? She wanted to speak with us.”

Gojo scoffed. “Whatever old man, I do what I want.  Utahime’s not here, I was…looking for her too.  I needed to bother her about something. Not your business anyway.”

Gakuganji narrowed his eyes. “You should learn to respect the wisdom of your elders, otherwise it may lead to your downfall one day” he said evenly, clearly irritated but stepped aside to let him go. Gakuganji meant it as a threat but knew the words had no bite to Gojo.

Gojo rolled his eyes so hard his retinas strained to keep them falling out of their sockets. He didn’t bother dignifying Gakuganji with a response, as he simply turned and walked off with his trademark giggle he knew pissed people off.

When he got outside, Utahime was nowhere to be seen.  When he checked for her cursed energy and found nothing, his shoulders fell. She really did leave. Fucking cockblocking old man he sighed, irritated, his cock crusty from the condom.

The condom. Gojo’s eyes widened.  He threw it haphazardly in her classroom somewhere…if Gakuganji or someone else saw it…oh god, what would they think? That he jacks off in her classroom when she’s not there? Or worse yet, Utahime fucking around with her students?

He made a mad sprint back, poking his head down the hallway to see if Gakuganji was still there.  The coast clear, he made his way to the door only to find it locked. FUCKING Gakuganji Gojo seethed, he was so frustrated he simply punched through the door without thinking and turned the lock.  His eyes scanned the room, thankfully it landed somewhere not in plain sight.

He spent the next 10 mins searching, getting more irritated by the second. Where the fuck was it?? he straightened up with a frustrated groan.  What a day. He looked out the window, dusk was settling in comfortably, almost mocking him as he realized it was taking him far too long to find this stupid condom.

As he frowned at the sky, his eyes fell on a white splotch on the glass.  His frown deepened.

He approached the splotch which was directly above the classroom fish tank, pausing mid step before throwing his head back and unleashing a loud, frustrated yell that lasted several seconds.

his

jizz

was

EVERYWHERE!!!!

Painted all over the window behind the fish tank, all over the fish tank, the plants surrounding the fish tank.  The condom was floating proudly on the surface of the water, laughing at him. Gojo had unintentionally Jackson Pollocked the fuck out of Utahime’s classroom, the signature of their tryst everywhere.

He hung his head, sighing deeply.  He couldn’t lie, he was almost proud of the sheer amount of cum he managed to produce, but he much preferred if it was painting the walls of her cunt than her classroom.

He set to work cleaning, he knew she would be furious if she found it but foremost he did not want her facing a scandal with the school administration.  He felt the need, no, compelled to protect her ever since that day…he shook his head.  He hated thinking about that day. Finding her. The sheer amount of blood. He'd much rather be cleaning his cum away than her blood.

He grimaced, focusing on his task which took him at least 20 mins, burning all the tissues he used from her desk with cursed energy.  Wiping his hands, his eyes fell on her desk drawer.  Curiosity got the best of him, hand fidgeting as it hovered over the handle, deliberating.

Suddenly, he remembered the reason why he had even sought her out in the first place.  He patted his chest, feeling for the small package in his coat. While he hoped she liked it, he was thankful he got it as it served a perfect excuse to snoop.

He slid the drawer open and quirked an eyebrow.  There was a package of zipties, as expected, and an opened box of condoms which appeared to be only half full, much to his chagrin.  But then his eyes fell on a tin box, for an expensive matcha tea brand.  He had gifted her such a box years ago when they were younger, and while it could have been any box he sincerely hoped it was his.

He opened it to see a small pile of his favorite candies.  A goofy grin bloomed across his face as he recalled the memories associated with them.  How she introduced the candies to him. How when one time he was being extra annoying to her, she reached into her pocket and threw a handful of said candies one way, yelling “LOOK GOJO, CANDY!!!” while running the opposite direction.  It didn’t work, but it certainly bought her a few seconds as he laughed at her ingenuity.

He plucked one out and popped it in his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor. As sweet as it was, he was sure Utahime tasted far sweeter.  With that, he placed the small package where she could easily find it.

As he stepped out of the classroom, he paused and turned to look at her office chair. He sincerely hoped, prayed that would not be their first time would not be the last, sheepishly glancing at the damaged door on his way out.

**Later that night**

Gojo arrived at The Nightingale Lounge around 10:25pm, if he knew the ladies as well as he thought he did, they definitely would be fashionably late.  As he waited he did some recon in the lobby, near the stairs leading down to the lounge, he wondered if they were meeting anyone else and scanned the crowds.

Normally he dressed to the nines when he went out; he always loved to make an impression and wasn’t shy about it.  But this time he didn’t want to draw attention to himself, so he opted for a simple loose fitted v neck black t-shirt and jeans, muting his silver mop with a wool beanie and his crystal blue eyes with his trademark sunglasses. He still wanted to look fuckable, but casually so, as if he was out but not on a date.  He still got quite a few stares from the ladies and several gents, but he ignored them.

He waited 20 mins but didn’t see them arrive.  He checked his phone, Mei Mei hadn’t updated since earlier which was odd, he felt the only time she wouldn’t was if she didn’t have cellular service.

Wait…the lounge was downstairs, underground basically…could they already be there? Annoyed with himself for not checking earlier, he made his way down, pushing the door open only to hear the most angelic, euphonious singing ever to reach his ears.  He stood in the doorway, stunned not only what he was hearing, but what he saw. <Author's note: Stop reading and listen to the song I mentioned if you haven't already!!!>

I've got you...

under my skin

I've got you...

deep in the heart of me

Utahime was on the stage, bathed in the brilliant light of the spotlight, swaying as she cradled the microphone on its stand, as if she were tenderly singing a lullaby to an infant.

She looked incredible, almost ethereal.  Dressed in a blue satin drape asymmetric strap midi dress with a cowl neckline <Authors note: i didn’t even try lol just google this exact phrase and try telling me Utahime wouldn't slay in that dress>, it did her every favor- showcasing her body while leaving plenty to the imagination.

Gojo’s eyes were drawn to her bare shoulders and collarbones, he never saw them as she always spotted her Miko outfit around him…he couldn’t help himself as he imagined his lips and tongue tracing all over them.  He was so weak for exposed shoulders and necklines, there was nothing more erotic.  But as much as he mentally salivated just how good she looked, her voice- her voice was on a whole other level.

So deep in my heart,

that you're really a part of me...

I've got you under my skin

He stood there, mesmerized.  It was as if she was singing directly to him, only to him.  Wave of calm washed over him as she continued, he felt every muscle in his body relax, untense.  It almost felt like he was dreaming, or in a trance.  He had never been more enthralled by anything in his life.

I'd tried so,

not to give in...

I said to myself,

this affair never will go so well...

But why should I try to resist,

when baby I know so well...

I've got you under my skin

He vaguely felt a tug on his right sleeve, he ignored it until a hand wrapped around his forearm. He snapped his head at the intrusion to see a girl in a mini dress cupping her hand to her mouth:

“You gotta move! You're standing in the doorway!”

Gojo realized he had frozen right when he entered, he probably should move as he didn’t want to be spotted.  The girl tugged at him, leading him towards the bar.  He followed as it was quite crowded and provided ample cover. The girl turned and looked up at him, cupping her hand again.

“Hi I’m Keiko!”

Gojo wasn’t in the mood to engage, he wanted to immerse himself with Utahime.

“Hello” He said, blandly.  He didn’t bother offering his name.

“So…” she batted her eyelashes “...wanna buy me a drink?” She asked coquettishly, a routine she seemed all too familiar with.

Gojo jerked his arm back instantly, nearly recoiling from her.  The nerve, this chick interrupted him witnessing Utahime and expected him to reward her for that??

The girl backed off at his reaction, a wounded look flashed across her face before she threw her hands up. “Whoa relax mister, you can say no.”  Gojo sighed. He didn’t mean to be so dramatic, but she was irritating him.  “Here” he handed her a 10,000 yen bill, “it’s on me as long as you and any friends with you leave me alone for the rest of the night.”

The girl looked at the note, then him, then shrugged as she plucked it from his fingers and made her way to the bar.  He huffed, hoping for no more distractions as he turned to the stage again.

Utahime had finished her song, much to his chagrin, and was casually chatting with the audience.  She exuded this bewitching, sultry persona on stage- he had never seen this side of her before.  He wondered what else he didn’t know about her, what else she hid from him or chose not to let him see.  Who are you? The thought, the unknown gnawed at his mind…it seemed there was so much to Utahime he was completely in the dark about, despite knowing each other for over two decades.  He was determined to uncover everything there was to know about her.

“Alright my loves, it’s been fun as always.  You’ll have to excuse me though, I have some friends from out of town and the plan tonight is to get blasted” Gojo hears whoops and whistles from the left side of the stage, he traced the cheers to see Mei Mei and Shoko at a VIP table, drinks in hand.  So everyone did arrive on time, lamenting on how he missed most of her show due to a bad call on his part.  Did he even really know anyone anymore?

“Until next time folks, y’all have a goodnight!”

The room filled with applause as Utahime got up and walked down the stage stairs, waving her hands in the air as she did a little victory dance towards the VIP table.  Their table was littered with drinks, and empty glasses- they had been here a while.

Gojo deliberated on approaching them. As he struggled for an excuse as to why he was there, he saw three middle-aged men in business suits approach their table with an expensive looking champagne bottle.  A chat went on and the ladies made room for the men to join them.  Gojo frowned but watched from a distance.

He saw Utahime whisper into the ear of the man closest to her, who promptly gestured for the waitress. She returned with a tray of what looked like six Old Fashioned cocktails and a box of cigars.  His frown deepened as the man handed Utahime a glass and cigar, the latter she accepted by parting her mouth slightly and allowing him to place it in her lips.  He seethed as the man lit it for her, almost cupping her face.

Gojo was not enjoying the display in front of him- Mei Mei and Shoko laughing amongst these loser suits, the one with a death wish slyly sliding his arm over Utahime’s bare shoulders.  She looked pointedly at his arm, then at the man's face before giving him a flirty wink.  Gojo was not amused.  Far from it.

This carried on for another 30 mins, his blood boiling at dangerous temperatures but he couldn’t bring himself to leave.  Finally the ladies all rose from their chairs with their purses, it seemed they were about to leave the club. The men rose with them, grabbing the untouched champagne bottle and followed the ladies towards the stairs.

Gojo turned his back to remain unseen, then followed shortly behind.  The group was outside, sans one of the men.  Gojo snuck amongst the crowd towards the far end of the entrance.  He was going to make his move, there was no way this fucker was going home with her.  He’d murder for far less.

With the ladies standing with their backs towards him, he called out:

“Oi! Senpai!!! Shoko! Mei Mei!”

All three spin around simultaneously, searching the crowd- but all his eyes were on Utahime, and he was not prepared for what he saw as her eyes met his. Nor could he ever forget it- he would remember until his dying day.

She smiled the most exquisite smile, slow to crest but quickly grew with brilliance- her eyes shining with unbidden joy.  She was so happy…so happy to see him.

“Gojo-kuuuuuuuuuuuun!!!” she squealed happily, making a dash for him and throwing her arms around his neck.  “What are you doing here?”, genuinely ecstatic to see him.

Gojo was stunned speechless but instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist; she smelled of cigar smoke and whiskey but he didn’t give a fuck, relishing the warmth of her body pressed to his.

Mei Mei and Shoko strolled forward. “Indeed Gojo, what are you doing here?”  Mei Mei coyly inquired. Shoko merely took a long drag from her cigarette with one eyebrow cocked.

He looked up briefly and opened his mouth but no words came out as he looked back at Utahime- her expression was one of unadulterated joy and she never looked so lovely. He never wanted to kiss her so badly; he moved to do so before he could stop himself when she suddenly jerked her head back. Her expression changed on a flip of a dime to suspicion.

“Wait a minute…” she drawled out, clearly inebriated, “I know why you’re here.”

Gojo froze like a deer in headlights…she had him pegged and would accept the consequences, but when she unraveled her arms from his neck he almost protested, he didn’t want to let her go. Ever.

She removed his hands from her waist, tossing them away, looking back up at him with her hands on her hips and targeting him with a disapproving glare.

He swallowed thickly, waiting for the onslaught.

“You’re not going to find many single girls here Gojo, it’s mainly couples tonight. You should try Samba House. Talent should be better there.” She waved her hand dismissively.

He balked. “Wha- no, Utah- err, senpai! I’m not here for that!” he protested, “I’m just….I was bored and wanted to see what the scene was like in Roppangi!  But it's a good thing I did because I found you…girls…” he added, in an attempt to cover himself.

Utahime cocked an eyebrow at him.  “You were bored huh? So you were looking to score? Well as a fellow colleague also on the hunt, allow me to give you a hot tip- look elsewhere because the pickings are slim.”

Gojo opened his mouth to protest again when the man that was all over Utahime returned, champagne bottle in one hand and a package of cups in the other.  “Oi, Utahime-san! Got the cups, shall we have a toast on our way to the club?”

Gojo eyed the man with daggers but Utahime turned, telling him to pop it and pour her a cup. Gojo quickly grasped her forearm, whirling her back towards him.

“Senpai, I think you had enough, you can barely stand.  I can take you home…or…you can come home with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll be…I’ll be your good little kouhai.” His suggestion came off as a plea, he couldn't hide the earnestness in his voice.

Utahime blinked at his hand at her forearm, before looking him square in the eyes.

“Gojo, you go have your fun and I’ll go have mine.”

She jerked her arm away and walked towards the men, leaving him stupefied.  Mei Mei simply gave him a pointed look before looking up towards the tree branches above her where several crows perched, watching the scene below.  A warning not to follow as she’ll be watching, as she walked away.

Shoko was last to move off only because she was lighting another cigarette.  Gojo quickly grabbed her shoulder- “Oi Shoko, Utahime is really drunk.  She might not be thinking straight, she’s a mess.  You...you should really take her home.  Probably best to call it a night.”   The implication of his concern is heavy in the air.

Shoko took a long drag and exhaled it towards his face.  “Utahime’s a big girl Gojo, she can handle herself.  Why have you always struggled to see that?” With that, she rejoined the group as the champagne bottle popped making a mess; the ladies shrieking with delight.

Gojo just stood there, stunned in disbelief.  He could only watch as they walked off, laughing and having a good time without him, his master plan he spent all afternoon crafting to get closer with Utahime spectacularly backfiring in his face. 

Tonight was not his night, not by a long shot.

[rockbottomwithashovel]

You can one crime no matter how major and get away with it completely free.

What are you doing?

*pulls out whiteboard and markers* boy, am I GLAD YOU ASKED!

First I need to explain a little bit of background first: between the ages of 10-13, I was at a private christian school. Yikes, right? It's a miracle that I still believe in God. I was put through extreme mental/psychological and emotional abuse, then physical and bullying. This was my whole year group against me, and the teachers were worse than the students, pretending to care but literally turning away when i was being bullied, throwing out my lunch, and worst of all, bribing some kids to be my friend (because I was that much of a target no one would dare associate with me). It doesn't sound that bad but TO THIS DAY I STILL SUFFER FROM PTSD NIGHTMARES. So it's hard to recover when your brain torments you about it nightly.

How does this relate to my crime? Because what I'd do is revenge. Now what I really want to do is murder all the people who hurt me, but I believe in karma and I'm not going to risk my soul for their blood (God knows I've seen enough of it). Plus, we were kids. While I want to watch them hurt, I'm not going to get them for it because we were all shitty, we were kids in a bad environment, the majority of us didn't have a choice.

But you know who did? The principle. One of the worst bullies was his granddaughter. He let it all slide. So what my crime would be is kinda a 3 part-er.

Step 1: steal LITERALLY ALL OF THE MONEY FROM THE SCHOOL, I'm talking about all the money they made, from the principle, to the teacher's savings, to that total bitch who worked in the office. Steal. All. Of. Their. Shit. And more books from the library, because taking one was so not enough. Basically anything that I like, it's mine now. You know what, fuck it, I'm also stealing all the money from those shit's that convinced me to kill myself.

Step 2: break into the library, again, but also the rest of the school. I'd need to do this to steal shit anyway, but I mean literally break in, I'm talking smashing windows and shit, because that's ✨theraputic✨

Step 3: make sure that there are no kangaroos, wallabies, or bushwalkers on site, and that the surroundings are safe enough from fire, because bitch, I ain't starting no bushfires in Australia.

Step 4: just get. Some fuckin'. Petrol. And pour it. All over campus. Just. Just light that fucker up. Set it on fire. WATCH THAT FUCK BURN MWAHAHAHAHAAAA

Step 5: then I'd leave a special message spray painted, enough to know who did it but have no proof.

Man that is nice to think about. Honestly all my friends know at this point if that school ever gets burnt down, don't come looking for me. I should not be thinking this hard about it XD

ALTERNATIVELY!!!!

I'm hacking Jeff Bezo's AND Elon Musk, paying all of their workers a bonus like, 10,000 cause they can afford it, taking about 2 million for my own funsies and donating the rest to charities, funding green climate stuff and giving fistfulls of cash to homeless people like if Robin Hood was a chick. Yeah.

... but thank you for asking!!! <33

[katyspersonal]

DEBAUCHERY OF MY YOUTH HAS CAME TO HAUNT ME!!

Before I elaborate under cut:

1) I have not written anything in years, but I used to write a LOT as a teen, in my native language! I have too many BB fanfic ideas, but I can't grasp English language and things like descriptions or settings well enough to DO something.... Yeah, yeah, I knoooow, "if Fantomette did that then you have no excuse" whatever sdfhhd

2) I used to write on Russian fanfic site, Ficbook, which notoriously had both AO3 quality fanfics and Wattpad quality fanfics, so that's my replacement of FF/Livejournal!

SO yeah, my most writey years happened in the span of my 14-16 years! I was at my peak creativity and writing various things. Mainly though, my fandoms were Touhou and...... Hetalia, yeah. Listen, you can't judge me, everyone in my age range had cringe Hetalia phase!!!!!!!!!1!!!! sdfdsdf But whereas Hetalia mostly focused on comedy for me (naturally), my Touhou fanfics were character-study focused! I especially wanted to peer into minds of characters that were lonely and misunderstood for one reason or another, as well as neglected by the fandom. But also I started to write a funny/adventures fanfic in format of Cirno's diary, which was the most fun I've ever had with writing ANYTHING. God. It was SUCH a fun way to truly emerge into someone's skin!!!! Diary format fucking FUCKS, dudes!!!!!

I used to receive plenty of praise, too! My best fanfic, and also my most well-received fanfic ever, was for the fandom The Stanley Parable. It was the 'pseudo shipping' kind of fanfic, which is supposed to be for a ship, but the dynamic goes so deep and complex, and so many other sentiments and things are touched upon that it is not even ship-focused hahah; People kept leaving very elaborate praising comments under that fanfic for a long time, it even became the most loved one in the fandom's tag the last time I checked. And it wasn't even NSFW!! A nonsense for Ficbook dfshfdh

Alright, enough with reminiscising of the times when I still had talent xd My history as a writer in English is limited to being part of 3 RP communities in total, and also a single AO3 fanfic for a different fandom, that also had a pretty weird format and theme I'd say. But it was something I needed to write at the time. As for RPs, I used to work very hard on my replies, and would even often respond with a doodle. I still think that illustrating my writing is CRUCIAL for me, something to keep in mind for future works! I just can't function without the visuals, even minimal. I feel like properly RPing was very good exercize to keep me in shape, but I've lost passion for RPing completely because there were too many writing partners I didn't click with and I've burnt myself out with abandoned threads. And partners I clicked with very well didn't stay around for long enough.

All in all, I am currently THE beta-reader for Fantomette, and it is fun! As for fanfics that were self-indulgent, yes I did write stuff like that several times. But it was not just 'self', more like it was something intimate between me and another person, and not meant to be published for that reason. Also thank you for the tag, believe me or not, but this self-reflection was very useful??

Thanks to @revewrites for the tag! :D

• I ADORE screaming in fics' comments. That's something I love about fanfic: you can actually talk to the authors fairly easily! I find the whole social aspect of fanfic very interesting and I've met amazing people through comments.

• Researching is kind of a double-edged sword but I genuinely enjoy it. The research in itself is what I love most, just like in academia: reading through documents on a very specific topic just to add a few lines in a fic is actually a source of fun. And sometimes you end up not using any of it. That's life.

• Advanced HTML formatting functions are the bane of my existence. I have read through several guides on inserting footnotes and somehow it never worked.

• I received fic-related fanart twice and spontaneously combusted. Twice. (huh is that why I feel like I'm a roasting chicken right now)

• Well. I do want to write professionally someday, I guess.

Tagging fellow writer friends @a-simple-kazoo @rapturezoo @wikipedianna and anyone else who feels like joining!

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[system-of-a-feather]

Ohh can you tell us more about your favorite weapons and video games? I LOVE video games, and my partner is rlly into swords and knives ❤

Easier question first being the weapons... which ACTUALLY isn't an easy question because I just love them in general. We collect a few knives / machettes and at some point in middle / highschool someone in our system had actually learned to do some nifty knife tricks in our hands but god damn I wouldnt try that currently cause I doubt we still have it down. They're just cool and nice to have and on a PTSD level, it gives me a decent bit more security existing around people I don't trust enough to assume they don't have ill intentions.

So knives are definitely one of our favorites solely because we have the most of them and care for them more and all that. Aderis particularly actually adores our kitchen knives and regularly sharpens them just for like.... sensory fun.

Beyond knives, we actually have ourselves a shinai since we picked up Kendo and I've really come to enjoy the art of wielding one of those affectively. Maybe at some point I'll get a katana, but probably not any time soon since the times I'd actually be able to use one versus a shinai is low.

We ALSO have a metal fan / Japanese war fan cause we also collect fans (fuck I forgot Dragon related shit too on the list) and honestly I love her. She's getting worn down a lot but its a really cool thing to have.

Aesthetically I REALLY love scythes and a kusarigama. Futurely speaking, we plan to own a gun or two for the sake of 1) we like weapons 2) we plan to eventually get into hunting for conservation and hobby and I was always thinking about picking up a bow and arrow just for the aesthetic of knowing that I can use one and know how to XD

Personally we just find a lot of fun - and comfort - in knowing how to make used of a lot of different shaped potential weapons affectively in combat if we need to and really love the history around each as well as their effectiveness and how they compare and contrast.

I haven't looked too much into it but sabers have also really been cool.

But uh... yeah. Favorite uh, weapons. (cough)

AS FOR VIDEO GAMES

Obligatory Kingdom Hearts. *motions to myself, shrugs* The game is cringe af and confusing af and just chronic memes, but so am I so I love it.

Pokemon is practically what raised me so I'm really into it, but have also been into it and had it integrated into my identity to the point I forget that I'm **really** into it until someone gets me talking about it. I've kinda lost the ability to enjoy pokemon casually and just as a "collect and train pokemon" manner but I very much love playing intense / hardcore nuzlockes on difficulty rom hacks and occasionally sitting for a few weeks on the Pokemon Showdown Random Battle ELO board seeing how well I have all the possible sets memorized and how well I know to shut down anything that comes at me. At this point I have a very calm love and passion for Pokemon that has pretty much made me sound like a chess player which I realized as I dragged a certain anonymous friend into my lifestyle here

Bloodborne and Soulsborne games are just *chefs kiss*

Harvest Moon (early ones), Story of Season, and Stardew are also childhood classics that I grew up with and really enjoyed min-maxing the hell out of and also accidentally courting one guy then getting really interested in another marriage candidate and feeling REALLY bad when I have to choose.

On that note I actually used to be a really big and proud connoisseur of like... Visual Novels and went out of my way to try both good and bad ones to get a feel for the genre. Its been a few years since I burnt myself out on those but Hakuoki is amazing.

Myself and our little REALLY like rhythm games so we play a lot of them. It actually is an old important aspect of our "mental health emergency bag" where we would have Cytus 1 and 2 on our phone at all times along with a few other so that if we ever need to calm down or disconnect to lower body anxiety we could block it out with that. But we've played a lot of Project Diva, The KH rhythm game, we just got Taiko no Tatsujin which is less my taste but our little really enjoys it. We used to do OSU but it hasn't been on mobile - or at least good on mobile - for a while so thats sad since it used to be a favorite

Beyond that I know Ray REALLY likes the Hitman series and the Far Cry series. I personally can't get too far into either of them myself since I have the attention span of a rat when it comes to video games and if I have a plan of attack, I will 100% drop it for something funny so I never progress. Closest thing I could with that sort of game is Mafia 1 and I plan to continue at some point, but it takes a lot of energy to keep myself focused and serious that long.

I also sometimes get really into social and party games a lot since I'm a social butterfly but I've been restricted by the system from being in too many online social discords and stuff so I haven't had the chance >.> But I love social games so like, I fell into the Among Us, Phasmophobia, Mario Party, kinda group

But like, I have 164 games on Steam and like... probably like 120~ on playstation but that is also because I have PS plus for like a year or so and get the like, 3-4 free games every month #NotSponsored

Recommendations and Anti-Recommendations Below Keep Reading

-Riku (Host)

Anyways for those that need recommendations *deep breath*

(disclaimer, i have a poor memory other than if i liked it or not, they may have problematic content i forgot or just might have had shit taste then so take all of these with a grain of salt)

Casual / Short Gems:

1BitHeart, Angels of Death, Hatoful Boyfriend Series, LiEat, Nihiliumbra, Please Knock on My Door (tw its a big thing on mental health but 10/10), Domino Sky (its really cheap and surprisingly calming), Dr. Langeskov (on steam), Stanley Parable, Sickness (might be problematic dont remember to clearly), Death and Taxes, Murder by Numbers, BUGSNAX,

Good Story / Characters but Long:

Hakuoki Series, Life is Strange (only did first one), Hesitantly putting Kingdom Hearts, Code Vein, Star Wars Fallen Order, Mafia The Definitive Edition, Far Cry 4

Good Game in General:

Jurassic World Evolution, Orwell Series, Slime Rancher, Stardew Valley, Don't Starve, Pokemon Games, Plague Inc, Planet Zoo, Sims, Minecraft, Harvest Moon Games released before 2014, Story of Season Series, Hitman Series, Taiko no Tatsujin, Project Diva Games

Art but not for Everyone:

Bloodborne, Shelter Series,

Good Group Games:

Among Us, Jackbox Party Packs, Mario Party Games, Mario Kart games, Minecraft,

And for games I personally DO NOT recommend / regret playing / buying (even if a number of these were gifts or nearly free)

These are just my opinions and I'm not saying you can't like them, I just really wouldn't recommend them personally unless you are getting them for really cheap or are looking for a "meh" or "so bad its good" experience

Zero Escape (only played the first but the writing was bad and kinda unbearable; Did really enjoy giving one of the characters a stupid voice and streaming it and screaming about the pain of playing it)

Oh... Sir! The Insult Simulator (its just... eh)

Reflections of Mine (really bad DID representation but almost so bad its good)

Hyperdimension Neptunia Series (unless you like grinding for hours)

Assault Spy (didn't play much controls were underwhelming and story was eh)

Witcher 1 (controls played horribly)

The Men of Yoshiwara: Kikuya (ITS A HORRIBLE VISUAL NOVEL / OTOME AND THE ONLY REASON IT HAS GOOD REVIEWS IS BECAUSE THEY HAVE IKEMEN)

Who Am I: The Tale of Dorothy (Uncanny valley of DID representation; its more realistic than most but still really bad and its REALLY bad but also kinda funny if you go into it expecting it and not the worst but its really uncanny valley)

Persona 5 (didn't like the plot, felt the beginning premise of the whole thing was just kinda bad + too problematic for my taste; hurt my head and just did not keep me invested)