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just-anka · 4 years ago

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I realised I haven’t really regularly posted here since like... I don’t even know, September? It’s been a while, anyway. A lot happened, and I now feel like actually writing a post for the first time in a while, so here goes haha. The first bullet point is entirely work waffle so feel free to skip. Apologies in advance for the fact that this post will probably reach novel length by the time I’m done.

• I took a week off in late September before Ben started his new job so we could go to the mountains for a bit, and it was a much-needed little break from work. And pretty much right after I got back, work got completely mental - nothing bad as such, just one thing after the other, loads of deadlines, so many important things. First I was finishing up data for a paper (first authorship was being debated which is partially why I threw myself into the job so much, but it looks like it’ll be the PhD student before me’s now, which is how it should be tbh, it’s much more hers than it is mine), then the date for my first committee meeting was set and I suddenly had only two weeks to prepare (did not think it was going to be that short notice, whoops, had a very stressful two weeks but all went well - for us, this meeting means presenting our research plan and preliminary data to a committee of four professors so they can give you input, it’s not suuuper formal but still pretty stressful), then I had to write the report for that (I love writing so that one was okay), then there was suddenly a lot to do for a really important cooperation with a company (big money responsibility which stressed me the fuck out), and then, just as I thought I was pretty much done for the year, I realised I needed my lab book up to date for my end of year meeting with my PI (which wouldn’t be such a big deal, except I didn’t have a lab book at the time. Never got around to starting one. So nine months of lab book were written within another very stressful week). Whew. Even writing this out makes me feel like that was a lot haha.

• After the end of year discussion, I really was done for the year - I officially worked until the 23rd but there was not that much actual work happening, and with the pressure off after months, I properly crashed for a few days. Ben left for England on the weekend after to see his family for christmas etc, and I spent most of that weekend sleeping and doing very little. It was needed. Then my mum came to visit me for the holidays and we had four really lovely days together, also involving a lot of chilling (the only actual thing we did was that magical winter hike that I posted some pictures of the other day).

• And now I’m skiing! I was planning to go to England as well for NYE to see Ben’s family, but with the corona situation escalating again lately I decided it was too risky for just a few days. So I made a last-minute plan to go skiing by myself instead, because all that involves is a 2 hour train journey. I’m actually staying in a hotel too, which I’ve never done by myself before, I’m usually a dorm in a hostel type of person, but well. Covid has changed a lot of things :D trying to stay safe and away from people, which is of course not entirely possible in a ski resort, but it’s going okay. The skiing itself is great, it’s really nice having some time to go at my own pace and a few days in a row. Today was day 4 and I’ve really found my groove again (more on that later). There’s not much snow though so not many off-pisteing opportunities :/ I’m staying until Monday and then it’s back to work on Wednesday.

• Speaking of skiing, we’ve got season passes this year, my first season and Ben’s second. We’ve just been doing on the weekends so far - since the 21st of November I just realised while looking back in my calendar! That’s one hell of an early season start haha. We did just one day three weekends and then one full weekend right before Ben left. The first few days were bloody hard. For context, I learned to ski before I learned to walk and loved it as a child, then stopped for a few years because I felt like I wasn’t progressing anymore and was getting bored with it, basically. Then last January I went to France with Ben and his skiing friends and got introduced to freeriding and the idea of ski touring, and now I’m back to loving it haha. I’d ideally like to not have to resort ski anymore at one point (meaning touring) because I know it’s terrible from an environmental standpoint but... idk. It’s currently my only option, and I love it a lot, so I guess it feels okay? Anyway, since I learned to ski so early, it’s the one sport that I’ve always been pretty good at and like, never get scared, at least not on piste. Until this year. The first three individual days were just all kind of horrible, the conditions weren’t ideal with very hard surface and tons of ice and pretty busy slopes, and only steep terrain open as well (Engelberg, our “home” resort - we have a season pass that encompasses a bunch of resorts so we’re not limited to one - is literally dead flat beginner’s slopes, which weren’t open in the beginning, or red runs that should be black and black lol). Pairing loads of ice with my old skis which barely have an edge anymore was... not ideal. I was so scared constantly and it made me like I lost all my ability etc etc. But yeah, turns out I just needed a few days and some easier conditions to get back into it, and now ice and steep stuff and everything is fine again. Who would’ve thought. (a sensible person, probably).

• But then, the full weekend we skied in December was awesome! Saturday already felt much better and then it snowed a bunch over night and Sunday we spent all day powder skiing, basically. I learned SO much and just had an absolute ball! Definitely one of the best days skiing I’ve had, and one of the best days recently in general.

• Plus that whole weekend was just lovely, car camping in a campsite full of huge campervans was pretty fun :D I love the looks we get when people see the car and clearly wonder where we sleep. And we’ve got our setup perfected for winter now so both the nights were toasty. Friday night we had dinner in “bed” watching a movie, and Saturday night we sat in the little kitchen (the campsite has it open for everyone, but everyone else there has a camper, so it doesn’t seem to be used much) drinking tea and playing cards and ahh. Camping in the mountains. My ideal life eh? (though the weekend before this wonderful one, we got snowed in because it dumped over a metre over night completely unexpectedly and that was stressful as hell, but I think that’s a story for another day, if ever, I’m kind of trying to forget that day :’D)

• Yesterday I also finally took the plunge and ordered new skis. Been debating for ages which ones to get but I’ve finally decided and I’m now very excited!

• Ok this post so far reads as “work and skiing” which is pretty much what November and December were and probably what January is going to be too haha. Ben and I want to ski another week together end of January as well, and there’s some big exciting work things coming up as well.

• Even though I have to admit, now that I’m on a break, I’ve spent a lot of time dreading work and questioning my career choices and all of that lark... sigh. I love my job most of the time, but I kind of hate having a job? If that makes sense? Sometimes (okay a lot of the time) I just wish I had more time for other things that I care about. But I also now I’m lucky to have that job, especially this year, and lucky to have a job I don’t hate, and get to do a lot of fun stuff on the side, even if it often means little sleep and downtime.

• Speaking of things I care about, I was on a proper roll with writing for a few days before and after Christmas. It’s ebbed off again a bit, but it was still pretty cool, and my totally-useless-all-cheese-project is now 33,000+ words long and like, half-way there story wise. Had a lot of fun with that.

• Lastly, Ben is still in England, and he’s coming back next Sunday, and I can’t wait! I miss him so much when we’re not together it’s actually silly. Although it’s less stressful this time than the last few times because... we live together, his work just offered him an unlimited contract from January, and I’m stuck here for another 2-3 years, so it looks like we’ll actually get to be in the same place for now. Which is all I wished for last year, and I’m so damn grateful - that stability really is the best thing 2020 has brought for me. And, as he said, even though we were apart for the start of the new year, it will hopefully bring more time together than any previous year ♡

• Okay I think this is long enough now, if you actually made it until here you’re a hero and I will try and post a bit more regularly again now to avoid this size of mind dump :’D I hope you all got into the new year alright, it feels very strange to me that it’s 2021 because I actually slept through midnight on new year’s for the first time since I was tiny haha but I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way!

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stilesssolo · 5 years ago

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baby I’ll come back to you: coming soon

Well folks, since my current wip, where the wild things are, is winding down (there’s only one chapter left WHAT) and I’m taking off March/ early April from posting anything to focus on finishing up my remix fic(s) on time, I wanted to share a sneak peek of my next wip (mostly just so I could show off @dragonanddirewolf‘s BEAUTIFUL beautiful art.) So here it is: the long-awaited Jonas Brothers au (sorta), which I hope to start posting in late April. I am really excited to start working on this fic, and even more excited to share it with everyone! Hopefully this little preview intrigues you and gets you as excited to read it as I am to write it! And tides you over while y’all wait for my next update, since I am incapable of really working on more than one project at a time. WHOOPS. Anyways, here it is, so enjoy!!

It feels like it’s been a bloody age since he’s actually seen both Robb and Theon in the same room.

He spots them the moment he steps into the coffee shop, even though they’re tucked away in a back corner, away from prying eyes. Jon keeps his head down as he maneuvers through the crowded café, sunglasses still on even inside, just in case people are looking his way. It’s an old habit he has yet to break— out of the three of them, he certainly gets recognized the least nowadays, which is probably why all the tabloids claim he’s fallen off the face of the planet. Theon’s been doing movies, Robb was in a new band and is married to probably the most famous woman in the world, and Jon— well. He’s been living, best he can. Getting better, all of that bullshit. But truly, he hasn’t done anything like his brothers have in the past five years, so people don’t recognize him as much. Enough to squint at him in an I-know-you’re-famous way, but not enough to rush him like they do Robb whenever he steps foot outside his house. He outgrew his nineteen-year-old baby face and started tying his hair back, and all of a sudden it’s like he’s wearing a mask.

Jon’s not sure how much longer that will last, though, because he has a feeling he knows why Robb’s asked them to meet him here today.

“Jon,” he hears that familiar voice call, and he nods towards the two men at the back table, head still down. The last thing they need is the paps recognizing them, starting to spread rumors about the three of them all together again.

“Hi,” Jon says, slipping into the booth, finally taking off his sunglasses. Light from outside streams in through the large windows, the busy sprawl of King’s Landing right before them. Theon slaps him on the arm in greeting; Robb smiles at him in that way he does now. That way that looks like everything’s fine, but where the light doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

Gods, he can’t remember the last time his brother actually looked truly happy to see him. Probably before their last tour.

He knows why, of course. Robb would never say it, but Jon knows that he blames him for the breakup. For everything.

“Bloody hells, Jon, it’s been an age,” Theon says, grinning at him. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been here,” he responds, crossing his arms. “You’re the one who was off filming that movie for three months.”

“Aye, how did that go?” Robb asks, gaze turning to Theon, that guarded look disappearing. “I haven’t seen you since you got back. You missed Rose’s birthday party, you know.”

“I know,” Theon grumbles. “I’ll make it up to her, I promise. I have to maintain my favorite uncle status.”

They chat for a while— mundane things, catching up. Theon tells them about the movie he’d just wrapped on. Robb shows them both a million new photos of his children. Jon keeps quiet, just listening. It’s… nice, to be back with both of them, the warm sunlight spilling in through the window, making Robb’s eyes shine like they used to when he was younger. It makes him forget, for a moment. Wish for those days back, when the three of them would spend every moment of their time writing music, pouring their hearts and souls into their careers. It was something so fleeting and magical, he’s not really sure he’ll ever find anything like that again.

Jon realizes he’s lost track of the conversation when Theon clears his throat, looking at the two of them almost nervously, in a decidedly un-Theon-like way. “I’m glad we did this,” he says to them, “because I wanted to tell you both.” He pauses, looking at Robb, as if trying to gauge his best friend’s reaction before he even says anything. “I’m going to ask Sansa to marry me.”

Robb’s eyes get comically wide, so much that Jon chuckles, ducking his head. But it only takes his brother a moment to recover, before he’s grinning widely, eyes sparkling in a way Jon hasn’t seen them in a long time.

Or maybe that’s just because Jon seldom sees Robb anymore.

“Wow,” Robb says, almost speechless. “That’s— that’s brilliant, Theon. Congratulations!”

“Well, I haven’t asked her yet,” Theon says, giving Robb a look. “Don’t go cursing me or something now. She’ll go on and say no.”

“You think she would?” Jon asks. Theon shrugs.

“I don’t really, but— hells, I don’t know.” He gives Robb a look. “How did you know it was right when you asked Margaery?”

Robb huffs in laughter. “Oh gods, don’t take advice from me on that,” he says, raising his hands in surrender.

“What do you mean?” Theon demands. “You’re the only one of us who’s bloody married!”

Jon looks down as the sudden feeling of coldness creeps in, like an icy dagger to the heart. Memories flash before his eyes, and he’s trapped back in the past, glimpses of hair like moonlight and teasing smiles dragging him down, drowning him.

He still has that diamond ring somewhere— buried in the back of a drawer, probably, where he won’t stumble upon it. Seeing it is too painful, but getting rid of it— well. That’s painful in an entirely different way.

“Aye, but Margaery made it easy for me,” Robb says. “She wrote a whole bloody album that basically told me she was waiting for me to ask her.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Y’know I still get asked if I married her with paper rings.”

At that, Jon snorts, a little of the darkness lifting. He’s seen his goodsister’s engagement ring, and it is certainly not made of paper.

Jon tunes out as Robb continues on, reassuring Theon. He doesn’t realize he’s being addressed until both men are staring at him expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” he says, and Robb rolls his eyes amiably.

“I asked, what have you been doing, Jon?” Theon repeats, and Jon shifts uncomfortably. Nothing, is really the most honest answer. Working out. Walking Ghost. Trying to keep his mind occupied and himself sober.

It’s probably sad, to look at his life now, compared to what it used to be. When he was nineteen years old he was touring the world, singing for millions of fans, writing songs every single minute of every single day. Music was most of his life. And now he’s just— trying to get by, he supposes. It’s sad, but it’s what he’s become accustomed to. Just… making it through the day, one day at a time.

“Er, not much,” he admits. “Not like you two, anyways.”

Robb glances up at him, that guarded look back in his eyes. “Arya told me you’ve been writing again,” he says, quietly. Jon curses mentally— he never should have told her that.

“Fuckin’ tattletale,” Jon grumbles. But he can tell from Robb’s expression he’s not going to drop it. “Aye, I have been,” he admits, heaving a sigh. “Not anythin’ good. Just… I dunno. I missed it, I guess.”

“I miss it too,” Theon says, a smile tugging at his lips. “Acting is fine, but music… it’s something different, isn’t it?”

“Aye, it is,” Robb agrees. “Margaery’s been workin’ on her next album, and it makes me think back to then. When we’d just crowd around the table in Mum and Dad’s living room, and Jon would come up with a lyric, and Theon would just hear how it should sound, and we’d write a song in an afternoon.” He sighs, a little wistfully, looking down. “Watching Margaery at the piano, it just…”

“Feels like a part of you is missing,” Theon supplies.

Jon doesn’t answer, but he knows what they mean. Maybe that’s why he began songwriting again. Not because he wants to have a music career anymore— just because it’s so ingrained in him, he doesn't really know what to do with himself if he’s not making music. And if he’s being honest, writing down lyrics, coming up with a melody on the guitar or the piano that mainly just collects dust in his living room… there’s a comforting familiarity to it. Like maybe his sense of self hasn’t been completely destroyed. Maybe some of the old person he used to be is buried down deep.

“Do you ever think about it?” Theon asks, and Robb’s brow furrows. “Y’know. The possibility of… us. Getting back together.”

Robb exhales slowly. “More than I should,” he says. “I… it’s really hit me, in the past few years. How much I miss it. And doing things by myself, or with other people, it’s just not the same.”

“Aye,” Jon agrees, both Theon and Robb looking a little surprised at the fact that he’s participating in this conversation voluntarily. But he knows what Robb means. He did solo things after the breakup, just because he didn’t know how to do anything else. And it had been a lackluster replacement, nothing like he’d felt for the almost seven years he and Robb and Theon were together.

“What about you, Jon?” Robb asks, and as casual as his brother may be trying to appear, Jon knows him better than that. He can hear the apprehension in his voice. And the hope.

Jon exhales, trying to sort out his words in his head before he says something he regrets. “I… do miss it,” he says. “And sometimes I think about it. Gettin’ back together. But I always…” He hesitates. “Would it even be the same? Can we have that again, truly? Or was it just some miracle we stumbled upon we can’t get back?”

“I wonder that too,” Theon admits. “If we got back together— would anyone even care? Would anyone want to listen to our music in the first place?”

“I know what you mean,” Robb says, and his blue eyes flash with determination, desperation. Like he’s clinging onto this with all his might. “But I miss making music with you two. And I think if we truly did this, we couldn’t worry about the fans, or the people. We’d have to do it just for us.”

Just for us, Jon thinks, trying not to roll his eyes. That’s a novel thought in Hollywood. All he seemed to do when they were a band was give and give and give himself away. Nothing here was ever just for him.

Well… there was her. But now that’s gone as well.

“I would do it,” Theon says, with a conviction that surprises Jon. “It would be hard, and who bloody knows what would even come of it, but I would. If this is you asking, Robb, then I say yes.”

Robb blinks, a little taken aback, but then Theon’s words really seem to hit him, and he smiles. A laugh falls from his lips, eyes shining in a way that Jon rarely sees anymore.

“What about you, Jon?” Theon asks, and that’s when Robb’s eyes dim.

Jon sighs. “I dunno,” he says. “That’s… a big decision. I’d like to just say yes, but…”

“I know,” Robb says. “And I don’t want you to say yes unless you really mean it, Jon. If you just… do this for us, nothing will end well.”

His eyes drop down to the coffee table, heart heavy. Yes, he knows that’s true. Because isn’t that how it all blew up the first time? Jon couldn’t do it anymore, and instead of telling anyone, he soldiered on for Robb and Theon. For his brothers. And it all ended in fucking disaster.

“I’ll think about it,” he promises, and the sincerity in his voice takes him by surprise as much as it does Robb and Theon. “Truly, I will.”

Maybe it’s not a bad idea. He loved making music with Robb and Theon. It was his entire life for so long— some crazy dream they somehow made come true. The most surreal, incredible thing in the world, right there before them. And he does miss it. He misses having a purpose, an outlet, an… anything. He misses the time when his life wasn’t an endless void, a monotonous parade of going through the motions day-to-day, trying to learn to move on from something he never really thinks he’ll be over.

Robb’s smile is warm when it meets his, and Theon claps him on the shoulder, looking uncharacteristically hopeful. And for a moment, Jon’s heart feels light, not like it’s made of iron, still heavy in his chest after nearly seven years.

But then Robb’s expression shifts, and his stomach sinks once again.

“There’s somethin’ else,” his brother admits. “Sansa just told me. And I figured you’d rather hear it from us, than see it plastered across all the tabloids in King’s Landing.”

“What is it?” Jon asks, dread filling his stomach. He just knows, somehow, that this is it. This fragile peace he’s tried to build these past years is about to shatter, the rug pulled out from under him.

Robb exhales, like he has to physically force the words out, and Jon prepares himself for the fallout.

“Dany’s back in town.”

And with that, the world stops spinning.

#jonas brothers au #my writing #jonerys #jonerys modern au #jonerys fanfiction #baby i’ll come back to you #im so excited for this one guys #AND THE ART!!!#I CANT!!!!#martha did such a good job #really im posting this because I was too impatient to wait #to share her gorgeous gorgeous artwork with yall #HOPE YOU ENJOYED #coming soon to an ao3 near you

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awanderingmuse-fandom · 4 years ago

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Weekly Writing Update

*taps tumblr mic* “Is this thing on?”

Hi guys! I saw another blogger/writer I follow doing these and thought, heck it’s as good a system as any to show what I’ve done and keep me accountable. I tried to do something similar before a long time ago but fell way off the wagon. Anyways, here we go, weekly updates on what I’ve been writing.

You’re going to notice I’m normally a lot further in on writing than I am on posting. That’s on purpose. It helps me edit. It also protects y’all from any whoops, so I haven’t written anything in six months events. Why would that happen. Well, besides life occurring, allow me to post the FULL LIST of WIP this time around my friends. Normally, I won’t lay out everything just what I’ve worked on. Maybe I’ll do everything once a month? What do y’all think?

As a note titles below the cut are links if the post has gone live.

Five Times Percy Destroys His Phone and The One Time It’s Not His Fault

This is a single chapter thing. It’s done and ready to post. I plan on making it go live on March 1. I’ve got a lot of WIP that I’ve been finishing up and I’m trying to post one a month so as to not over post and drive myself insane.

I Knew I Loved You When: 100 Ships Challenge

This is completely done. It’s posting daily and will continue to do so until we hit 100 chapters. Woot!

World Travelers: A World Away

I am on chapter 15 of part 4 of this seven part series (probably, hopefully). There will be 21 chapters for this part. The bad news is I am completely stuck right now. I think I’ve written like twenty words on it cause I just don’t know what I’m doing. Expect to see updates every Wednesdays, unless of course writers block persists for 6 weeks. Then expect to see me crying into my coffee.

Hybrid Theory

I haven written 25 chapters and am outlined to chapter 31 and do have a vague idea of where I am going all the way through. This story is maybe 1/3 of the way through? I mean we all know I can never drop a story line so that’s probably a lie. Still, it’s got plenty of buffer so expect to see updates on or around the 15th of each month.

When The Dark Comes Rising: Gathering

This story...exists? I am on Chapter 11 of Part 2. There should be three parts. I’ve outlined to chapter 14. For now plan to see it continue to update on solstices/equinoxes.

Untitled “Garment” Project

Shhhh this one’s a secret for the Percy Jackson fandom. (There’s definitely NOT a link in the title for the curious). This one is getting towards the middleish? Idk it’s a bit harder to gauge progress but it will happen!

These Temperamental Days: On Balmy Nights I Know that I Am Yours

This one isn’t dead, despite what I’m sure everyone believes. I am, like halfway through and need to re-watch Captain America Civil War, for research of course. I’m HOPING to post this in April. But we’ll have to see. Then there will be one more part and I’ll consider this story actually done.

Ways of Love: Part 3

Okay, so, this is like super super super tentative. I have written like eleven paragraphs on chapter 1 of Part 3 for this and only have the vaguest idea where we’re going. There’s also not a title yet. So please don’t get excited but I do intend to finish this. So yay!?

Demigods Are Weird

A Hades/Percy Jackson Crossover! The POV will be Zagreus’s and it will be Percico. It will be a long one shot/single chapter thing. I’m already at 2,500 words and am about 1/4 way through? Will post when it’s ready. I’m hoping May but no promises for sure.

Percy Jackson Spy AU

So this is a cannon AU where things in the world of demigods go really weird really fast due to the mist failing. That’s...all I’ll say right now. I’m nearing 2k on the first chapter but I don’t have a time line for when I’ll start posting at this point in time.

White Lotus Buds (Working Title)

Hi Avatar fandom, I’m new here! Anyways. This is a story where The White Lotus is more than Pai Sho friends and also a lot older. Also all the kids are involved. Woo. I have three chapters written out and am outlined through book one. I plan to post sometime...? I’m like really focused on this fic so it may be soonish, idk.

Anyways, this list of 11 stories? This is why I don’t star posting until I have LOTS of buffer. Because otherwise we all cry in our coffee. I won’t list everything weekly, but this is our starter post.

#percico #marvel #the dark is rising sequence #stucky #pjo #situation report #hades game

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angst-in-space · 5 years ago

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📝 november ‘19 writing progress

total words written: 17,987

most words written in a day: 1,662

least words written in a day: 129

current yearly total: 162,037

projects worked on:

- altea rising chapter 15 - red skies chapter 8 - roman holiday au - galolio fic

❄️december goals❄️

- write every day - finish galolio fic - finish chapter 15 of altea rising?? maybe? - get some more progress done on chapter 8 of red skies and the roman holiday au

notes:

i attempted to do nanowrimo as i always do and....obviously i didn’t get all the way to 50k, but i wasn’t expecting to and i was really just hoping that it would at least motivate me to get a bit more done than usual so i’m still happy! especially because october was such a rough month for me, it felt good to get out a decent amount of words.

i went into november with the intention of focusing mostly on chapter 15 of altea rising since it’s been nearly a year since i updated it *laughs nervously* and uhhh well i wrote a pretty good chunk of it but i probably still have maybe half of it left to go. in my defense, since it’s the last chapter it’s going to be extremely long and eventful, so hopefully it will be worth the wait. i hope maybe i can at least finish a draft of it by the end of december, but with the holidays and everything...we’ll see. i do hope to get a lot more progress done on it, though!

i also started chapter 8 of red skies even though i promised myself i wouldn’t start it until i finished altea rising but LOL WHOOPS! kinda glad i started it though, because i really missed it and it got me cranking out some words on days when i felt super burned out on altea rising.

additionally, i’m slowly working through a galolio fic that i’d originally thought would be...much shorter but might end up being a little on the longer side (like maybe 10k-15k so not SUPER long but...yknow). as i’ve probably mentioned, i’ve been finding it a little challenging to get through since i’m writing for a brand new fandom/characters, but i’m still having a lot of fun with it!

although i didn’t get a whole lot of progress done on it, i also worked on the klance roman holiday au a few times...i’ve kinda only been adding to it when i’m feeling stuck on everything else, but i’m hoping to really throw myself into it a bit more soon, especially since it’s now been almost a year since i started writing it sldkfjd.

OH ALSO!! i had a yearly goal to write 150k words and I MET THAT GOAL AAHH so that’s super exciting! and it’s kind of a relief going into december knowing that i already met my goal for the year so, phew!

anyway sorry i haven’t been posting a whole lot of fic updates in the past couple months but i promise i’m chugging along and hopefully will post Something by the end of the year. i hope everyone has a good december and happy holidays to all!

#brigidposts #writing updates #monthly writing progress 2019 #fanfic #text #vld #promare #klance #galolio

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vrainsrewatch · 5 years ago

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episode 18 thoughts

so i decided i wanted to watch this duel all in one day, so that’s why i wasn’t around yesterday~ tomorrow is the last day of my break before starting my new job, so hopefully i can work out a new schedule for this after i get used to it.

enough about that though!! this is one of my favorite duels in all of vrains, so i’m super pumped to be rewatching it! this one gets pretty heavy though, be warned lol

the episode starts out with akira explaining what he’s just learned...

and man, part of the reason i love this duel so much is because of how they absolutely nailed playmaker’s expressions. i won’t go into too much detail, but i’ve been in a...somewhat similar situation, where there was someone who for whatever reason believed they understood what i had gone through and should just let them handle everything, while not understanding part of my healing process was handling it myself. the idea of giving up my control over certain things was completely out of the question, and that’s part of what makes this duel was great to me. playmaker perfectly illustrates those thoughts and feelings.

i’m sure i’ll talk a lot about that throughout the next few posts, but i’ll stop myself there for the time being lol.

anyways,

this was already hinted to us, the viewers, but not to any of the characters really, so i love how shocked kusanagi is. big businesses are generally pretty shady, but the LI is obviously in a different league lol. it makes sense that he was surprised.

and here’s one of my biggest reasons for disliking akira initially. i think he does grow as a character, but to be honest with y’all, i’m still not overly fond of him lol. i love his relationship with aoi, i appreciate his growth, but man.

the fact that he saw any of that data and was like, “nah, better not let the kid who was used for this project see any of the data. nvm the fact that he is searching it out on his own, so clearly it’s important to him, but he shouldn’t have to worry about this. i can do it” just.

i’ve seen a few people say that they like akira for this, and i won’t disagree that it’s a realistic way to react. but playmaker is right. he has the right to learn what he went through. why he went through it.

then we get:

it’s still a bit weird to see everyone in vrains questioning this when i’m so used to the concept and to the characters being used to it, lol. but it’s nice to see that train of thought continued. they all have time to come to terms with it, just like we, the viewers, do. it’s cool.

but then akira continues to be an idiot:

and like, honestly. i don’t think he’s doing anything horrible. i don’t think he’s being mean. i think he’s being stupid lmao. he obviously does care, just... doesn’t know how to handle this kind of situation. he’s so used to handling everything, taking care of aoi, and even in his former position he had employees that worked under him, so it makes sense. but he’s not the only capable person around, and he needs to let others handle their own issues.

and also, is it any wonder why playmaker doesn’t let akira take care of it? besides all of the obvious, he’s just gotten confirmation that the company he works for had something to do with the lost incident, lmao.

seriously, people knock on vrains for a lot of things, and like, you do you man. if this show wasn’t your fave, that’s cool. not everything is gonna jive with everyone and there’s nothing wrong with that!

but vrains really, really does this right. i love and will always love how it handles yusaku’s trauma through the series, and i genuinely feel blessed that we got him as a ygo protag.

but on yusaku’s last point, they agree to duel:

i hate to break it to you, ai, but you’re in a ygo show. you don’t really have a choice LOL

i also really love how kusanagi is handled in these eps. he’s not a victim, not in the same way his brother or yusaku were involved, but he was still deeply effected. how could he not be? he basically gave up his life to become a hacker and try to figure out what happened to his brother so he could help him. he had to watch as his once sweet little brother became a shell of a person, and nothing he did could stop it.

but anyways, something sad in a different way for a sec:

i, of course, immediately thought of the final duel and how yusaku finished the duel with decode talker. that....really hurt to hear with that context lol.

ow, my heart.

but at least ai’s also got some non-depressing lines to break things up a little:

seriously lmao what is duelsick??? i always wondered why it bothered him so much lol

but this episode is very depressing so that didn’t last long, whoops. we get to find out next about akira and aoi’s upbringing:

but here’s the thing: this is so, so different. it’s why playmaker and kusanagi get so angry and lash out. i am not at all denying that what akira and aoi lived through was terrible. they had it really rough, and it clearly hurt them both and changed how they view the world and live in general.

but he literally just looked through the LI files he knows at least somewhat how different these situations are, in fact, he literally says that he doesn’t know the pain playmaker endured.

my own personal feelings aside, this is a great look into akira’s character. just like with his own little sister, he has a hard time relating to other’s problems. he has a hard time understanding how they’re feeling, glancing at something and thinking he knows what’s best. it’s consistent with everything we’ve seen from him so far, and while it makes it easy for me to dislike him, i completely understand why people really liked him and his development.

he was never a bad person. just a misguided person trying to help when he shouldn’t have, or should’ve done differently. his heart is truly in the right place, and yusaku even acknowledges that:

and it’s good to see that by the end of the series, he and aoi can finally fight together, understanding each other. and i’m really happy about that.

i really do love their relationship. they’re great siblings, even if they’re not related by blood. it’s really rare to see such caring step siblings in media, so i’m really happy we got them!!

but also, talk about a smack in the face. i won’t let this six year old be unhappy, he explains to the person who, as a six year old, was kidnapped and tortured for six months as he hides the explanation of that event from them. lmao. but this emotional investment i have is what makes this such a good duel for me! it’s so high stakes, and the voice acting is so on point. i love.

obviously, though, neither kusanagi nor playmaker take that very well:

i remember sitting on my couch, watching this episode for the first time, and just being blown away by this scene. it’s so powerful. every time i rewatch this, i am still amazed and i can feel my heart pound lmao. it’s not very often we see playmaker get this emotional, which definitely makes this impact greater, but the same for kusanagi.

he’s a much more expressive character, but while he’s serious about his job of helping yusaku, he’s more laid back in every day situations. and even while he’s on the job, he often smiles. to see that kind of character in this kind of a fury makes for a really, really big impact.

i love this. it so perfectly sums up that feeling, why someone would get so angry in this kind of situation. i could talk all day about it, but i have a few other episodes of this duel and i’ve been writing this post for like 40 minutes lol

i wonder if this is also in reference to her own brother situation? i felt like that reveal... didn’t exactly come out of nowhere, most people had guessed it by the time they dueled -- as had i -- but it was definitely rushed imo. i liked their development a lot, don’t get me wrong, but i think it would’ve been cool if she’d like... mentioned it, a few times beforehand. i suppose this could be taken that way, though i definitely hadn’t thought about it that way before haha

also, the dueling in this episode is great. i love the pacing of this duel. even without all the emotional stuff that’s done so well, i think i’d still enjoy just watching this duel because it’s solid all around.

that’s all i’ve got for this one, but i’m gonna start episode 19 in just a little bit!

#vrains #episode 18

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1358456 · 5 years ago

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Lack of Updates?

So... let’s take a look at all the active stories and their last update date.

DE: July 6 (3 months) SC: Sept 7 (1 month... already?!) Legacy: May 25 (4.5 months) Heart: May 11 (5 months) Wings: Sept 7 (1 month) SoS: “5 months ago” (5.0 - 5.9 months)

It’s somehow been a month already since Wings and SC were updated, and much longer for the others. ... And updating the stuff on Ao3, which I haven’t done since... March 7. Hm.

Honesty time!! As usual for these kinds of posts, TL;DR version is down in the bottom, before the “keep reading” thingy.

For Ao3, I stopped updating SE there because an upcoming chapter requires SA to end first, and SA is nowhere near the end there. And for whatever reason, updating the other stories’ existing chapters once every 2 weeks was so annoying that I just stopped. So... I think what I’m going to do TOMORROW (note to self) is update all that remains for SA at once. And once that’s done, I can update everything in SE (so far) a week* or so later. *6 to 8 months

SoS... I’m working on it. I THINK I can have it finished soon. MAYBE this week?

SC and Wings were “just” updated, so they won’t be seeing an update for a bit. ... SC might because I want to work on it, but Wings will not be seeing an update until 2020. Triple the review count for the last chapter, and THEN we’ll see. Shouldn’t be too hard, since that’s just +4.

DE... I forgot what I was going to do for it. And it’s not my immediate priority anyways, so... it shall remain forgotten for now.

Heart... I don’t know what happened to it. I forgot everything about it. Whoops.

Legacy... it’s wedged. Like, the story progression events kind of conflict with each other. The details will be given in the bottom of this post, after the whole “keep reading” thingy. IF that decides to show this time around. I noticed that some posts that I make ignore the “keep reading” thing I put in, and show everything at once. Well, in the event of that, I’ll just have to put like a double manual line break to signify spoilers ahead.

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(This was a SINGLE manual line break)

Now, one BIG reason why the updates are slow and no progress has been made in the past month or so is because my current interest in Pokemon Special (and all of Pokemon entirely) is at a flat 0. It was declining pretty fast for a while before that point, and now it’s at a flat 0. Hell, after that fallout, I haven’t checked or seen anything from Pokemon Special. BW2 probably updated twice since the last time I checked. So... two updates would be one full chapter? What happened in it? I don’t know. The greatest thing in the manga could’ve happened. Or the absolute dumbest thing could’ve happened, and I don’t have a clue, nor do I care. Has SM/USM updated? Probably at least once. I have no idea what happened in it. And I also don’t remember where it left off. Has SS arc started? ... Have those games come out yet? No idea. What little interest I have for the arcs, I have even less for the games. 0 < 0??

Hell, I don’t even know where my 3DS is right now. My friend gave it to me for free, and I used it ONLY for the Generation VI/VII Pokemon games, and I put it away somewhere because I wasn’t going to be using it any time soon, and now I don’t know where that is. Not that I actually tried to look for it, but that’s besides the point.

Anyways, the point is... me trying to write up the update chapters is me trying to write about a series I don’t really care that much about anymore, with characters I’ve moved on from. I’m trying to force myself back into things, but the progress is slow. The whole headcanon chronology and the random X & Y tidbit were a part of me trying to force the interest back. In that regard, I’m compiling the full headcanon chronology, including the headcanons for EVERYONE instead of just Red and Blue (and a bit from Platinum). That will take a while, and in order to make such a thing, I’ll have to look at my own stories pretty closely which should hopefully force some interest back.

Now, why am I holding on instead of letting go? Well... I’ll have to return to Pokemon Special in a little while anyways, albeit briefly, so... letting go now is meaningless. And I’ll be checking out the manga again only to see Sword and Shield and their personalities, abilities, stats, etc. Stats??

And hey, maybe if Sword and Shield are interesting enough, it might just rekindle my interest altogether! ... I kind of doubt it but it’s certainly possible!

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So, TL;DR version... updates are taking a while because of the lack of interest in the series as a whole, so have patience, s’il vous plait. Updates will come. The time will come! The period of update-hiatus will end! 苦盡甘來, 捲土重來! ... Okay, neither saying particularly fits well with the current situation, but the two put together KIND of works in painting the right picture, so hey.

Okay. Now time to see why Legacy update is wedged, how it’s wedged, and what the possible solutions are. Spoiler time. Why spoil the story stuff? Because why not. I think there are exactly two people who read my stories AND my Tumblr posts. Maybe three. So I’m not spoiling a lot of people (nor am I spoiling a lot because most of what I’m going to write has already been discussed in the story). So for you two (or three), proceed at your own discretion. You know who you are. And no, I’m talking about YOU, who stopped a bit after 1/3rd of Destiny over two months ago. YOU know who you are as well.

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So, why is the Legacy update stuck?! Let’s look at the plot thus far, and in particular, the unnamed enemy’s plans. The enemy does have a name, but it will be hidden for now to avoid the major reveal later on. MUCH later on. So we’re talking like 7 years at this rate (...).

The enemy is trying to progress with a project called K3, which seems to be a part of a K-series of projects, given how “there will not be a K4″ (Legacy #001: Rendezvous), and K2 already existing (Legacy #004: Derailed). Given how K2 talks in an automated voice and gives VERY accurate data like time in 1/100th of a second, it’s safe to assume that this K2 is an AI. So then K3 is assumed to be the next version in a line of AI projects that requires money, the Rotom Dex, and Blue for whatever reason. Given what they said about Platinum’s mental capacity during her kidnapping, it’s likely that they’re trying to use particularly brilliant individuals’ brain scans (Legacy #004: Derailed) as a base for the AI memory matrices. Blue is canonically quite ingenious with technical stuff, which would make her quite suitable. ... Cortana, much? ... Remember all those Cortana quotes Blue used back in SA? (”Could you sacrifice me to complete your mission? Could you watch me die?”) Heh... Anyways. The enemy currently has money and the Rotom Dex. So all they need now is Blue. And that is where the wedging occurs.

In order for the enemy to snatch Blue and proceed with their final “ingredient” in K3, the Dex Holders need to NOT be on alert. Currently, they ARE on alert because Platinum and Y were briefly kidnapped. The Dex Holders’ discussions led to the conclusion that no more Dex Holders may be targeted from this point, so if that continues, then they will no longer be on alert, which is good. BUT the latest chapter also had Moon being attacked, and set on fire, while her Rotom Dex was stolen. If the others find out, they are going to stay on alert for a long, long time.

From here, I have 3 possible solutions, each with their own logical issues and requirement problems.

1) Moon does NOT tell the others what happened. This gets the other Dex Holders in the Kanto-Johto area to relax pretty shortly, thus allowing the rest of the plot to go ahead. The problem is... why would Moon not tell anyone, and what would happen when Moon meets up with the others? She’ll be covered in bandages, so everyone is going to ask what the hell happened. “I... um... fell down some stairs? ... That magically gave me burn wounds?”

2) Moon tells the others what happened, and moves to regroup with everyone else. At this point, Moon and Sun will move to the nearest region of Hoenn, gather the Dex Holders there, and then move to Kanto/Johto to regroup. Which means everyone will be gathered at the same time. And I don’t want everyone gathered up into a giant deathball. But from here, there are two different solutions.

2a) The enemy lures the Dex Holders into their fake HQ, and then fakes defeat, thus getting them to think that the crisis is over. ... The problem with this is that... well... this kind of thing is very hard to go unnoticed by a certain group who really should not be made aware of this yet. And the Dex Holders already know that their enemy is quite sophisticated. So if their HQ seems like... real shitty, they’re going to know something’s up.

2b) The enemy goes into hiding, so the Dex Holders slowly lower their guard after a long period of time. The enemy also happens to need some time to get their project underway until they need their final piece, but... they’re not going to need that long. And if things take too long to progress, Moon’s injuries would fully heal, but the rest of Legacy requires her burn wounds to remain. Healing, but not healed. That said, it’s not mandatory, but... it’s a decently big deal.

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So that’s where Legacy stands. I haven’t figured out a 4th solution that avoids all conflicts and still gets everything rolling.

... Hmm... I think I’m just now getting a possible solution. Maybe. This will require some thought...

Now, this dilemma caused the wedge right now because depending on which solution I go for, the next chapter will vary. So I can’t actually write the next chapter until I decide on the solution and then work things out from there. So... yep. Just have patience ㅠ.ㅜ...

#rambling #legacy

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lvb-writer · 7 years ago

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Hi writeblrs! :)

I’m a writeblr who’s actually had this blog since September 2017 but I never introduced myself...whoops...anyway I’d love to get to know you all better, and maybe I can start that process by allowing you to get to know me better.

I’m a high school junior and that means I mostly do what high school juniors do, which is stumble around like a zombie because I’m sleep deprived and scramble to finish homework and study for tests. Speaking of which, I get to take the SAT for the first time in just three days time. Yay!!!...not.

Besides that, I’m on my school’s debate and robotics teams (anyone a FIRST aficionado here??) and I write and operate the website for my school newspaper. I also love to run and of course READ. My favorite authors are JRR Tolkien, Madeleine L'Engle, Agatha Christie, Orson Scott Card, CS Lewis, Claudia Gray, and Isaac Asimov. As you can probably tell I really love science fiction, and more than anything I’d love to be a science fiction author someday in the (hopefully near) future.

My WIPs: I find it really hard to devote time to significantly large projects, because I’m busy and school is really stressing me out (yeah I know old story but...kinda true). However, here are my (unfortunately still unwritten) ideas:

- A young but brilliant girl is recruited by a scientific institution in order to develop a way to replace people’s thoughts with government-sanctioned thoughts in order to control them and create a peaceful and uniform population. At first she believes she is doing good, but when she returns home and sees how drastically her own family has changed in result of her scientific research, she turns against her employer and attempts to end the operation.

- On this world, time is measured in terms of distance. In order for a people to advance to the next day, they must literally get in their cars and drive to the next day. There are consequences for people who choose to remain behind and therefore live the same day over and over and also for people who drive too far into the future. I want to convey the message that you should live in the present and not be too fixated on either the past or the future.

- One planet has a satellite (but this is not Earth and its moon). On the planet people live in the lap of luxury, but this is only because each has a clone who works on the satellite. Each person and his/her clone is viewed by mainstream society as two halves of the same individual: one works, the other profits from the work and lives productively. The clone is periodically sent propaganda videos from the life of their original to see how their work benefits “themselves.” The two main characters of the story are a journalist and a sociologist who want to observe and research clone life on the satellite but are constantly prevented from doing so by the cloning companies and the government (which, big surprise, is in bed with the cloning companies).

And...I have a million others as well but they’re less developed and this is already getting too long. If you’ve gotten this far, thanks so much for reading and please say hi so I can follow you, read your work, and get to know you better! Thanks!!

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sufferthesea · 7 years ago

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Transitional Period

Okay so I feel really lame writing this but I think it's also important. I keep apologizing for not being super active on this blog anymore, and there's a number of reasons I haven't. Most of it has been health related but anyway. I started this blog because I hated my other blog and wanted to do something new with a fandom I'd been in for a long time (10+ years), so after talking with Katie ( @shiranuigenma ), I decided to create this Naruto blog. But it wasn't intended to be just a Naruto blog, but that's how it kind of ended up since that's what I was into when I made it.

The fact that I've kept this a 98% Naruto blog is awesome because my attention span and energy allotted for a fandom is around 3-4 months. After that I usually get bored or burnt out and have to find something else. Making friends and participating in things like Kakashi Week, and just doing art and writing fanfics, has helped me to maintain interest in this blog for a lot longer than I thought I would. So thank you!! You guys are awesome!!!

(Okay real quick I'm not quitting lol. I know it sounds like it. But I'm not.) Basically, I was getting so burnt out on Naruto that I was dreading getting on this blog and I didn't want to watch it anymore. That's why I've been MIA. I literally only follow Naruto blogs at the moment. I don't want this to become a trash blog like my last one that I abandoned, so I'm still going to be kind of selective with what I reblog. Anyway. To combat the staleness and burnt out feeling I had, I got into a few other shows with my friends and that's really all I've been watching (RWBY, RvB, and YouTube if you're curious). It sounds dumb but it's really helped me a lot because I'm not so exhausted and wearing myself out trying to be ~the cool singular fandom blog~ that I'm really not meant to be. (Yo, major kudos to those who can do that.)

So anyway, 2018 has been not super unkind, but very tough for me. You grow from challenges, right? But it's also important to not be challenging yourself 24/7 for 6 months straight with little sleep and locking yourself away in your bedroom. I am not Maito Gai. I cannot do that. So here's a few things about my blog that'll carry us into summer 2018 and hopefully allow me to be more active and not so stressed and sad!!!! Esp since I still don't have a job even tho I'm looking!! And I'm getting tired of ppl telling me “Well just get a job??? Just go get hired???” like !!! what do you think I am doing???

Requests are now closed indefinitely. I'm going to finish up the few I have, but after that I'm closing them. They were super fun but I have so many things backlogged that it hasn't been as fun anymore. I send love and thanks to all those who sent in requests while they were open! It was a fun experiment and I got to really test myself by writing for characters I don't normally write for!

Writing commissions are closed indefinitely. I’ll complete the one I have, but then that’ll be it for now. These too were also fun and challenged me more than anything else I've done. I got to write some very unique and difficult topics and I'm so thankful for those who trusted me enough with their stories to do this. However, the amount of time and mental energy it took was too much and severely underselling myself made it difficult to justify the time I was spending. (I've read writers should charge around 1 – 3 cents a word. I was charging $0.001 cents a word lmao. Whoops. I actually don't mind but it is hard to make a living like that.)

Art commissions are still OPEN! And btw, I do have a ko-fi. I'm thinking about doing something like, one coffee = one bust of your character of choosing? (which is same price as commissions whoops lol.) Idk yet. I won't be doing any writing for ko-fi, though.

I was going to create a side blog for the other fandoms I'm in but side blogs are tedious and annoying to manage so I'm probably just going to start posting stuff here. If you don't want to see it, you can start blacklisting tags now. I'll be tagging things as #rwby, #rvb, #not naruto (that's my catch-all tag for anything, uhh, not Naruto). Expect a lot of Ozpin, Qrow, Church, and Washington because even tho I was inactive here, it does not mean I stopped hoeing around in other fandoms. Oh, also expect an occasional #game grumps because #dan avidan is way cute.

I'm also going to be posting fanart for other fandoms here too. It's been nice to draw stuff other than Nardo. I'll still be doing Naruto stuff (I have a ton of Naruto projects I'm working on) but silly little doodles will probably be from RWBY.

I'm also in this weird kinda scary period in my life with school and career options. I have a degree in English and it's always been assumed I'd be a teacher but I don't want to be?? I realized recently that I love to draw and I'm getting quite good at it (with the help of my sister who is my own real-life youtube tutorial for SAI), so both my sister and I are going back to college for a Studio Art degree. I'm thinking about getting into animation and I'm scared because it's not a secure or “traditional” job??? I'm scared because I'm not settling on a job I don't want or a field I just assumed I'd go into. I'm not good with big changes or going into things when it's uncertain, so I'm like ….. /anxiety increases/ But I'm hoping it'll be good.

Just as an extra bullet point and a reminder, I still really love Kakashi, Iruka and Obito, and all my other guys!! Don't think I forgot about them!!

Sorry this is 10 million years long but it was important to me to write all that. I'm sorry I haven't been able to reblog your art or fics and comment on them. I'm sorry I haven't gotten back to you guys and responded to messages. I'm sorry I'm not as active. I've just been figuring stuff out and hanging out with friends, and watching other things so I don't grow to despise Naruto lol. So. That's about it. I probably forgot something.

Oh, I have 21 plants growing in my windowsill. 2 are decorative and the other 19 are going to go in my garden in the backyard bc they’re herbs and vegetables. And I'm going to cosplay for the first time next month and I might meet the voice actor for kid Obito. So. There's that.

#mine 44 #akimi.txt #transitional period #updates #so anyway #/breathes easy/#sorry to be dramatic #thank you for putting up with me #i love you guys!!!#im gonna go finish my weiss drawing #and then watch some youtube

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smuttyfairy · 8 years ago

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Stress Relief (M)

video credits: sweaterpawsjimin

gif created by: Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: When it’s been awhile since you’ve paid a visit to Mr. CEO Kim Taehyung’s office for help in his relief of stress. c;

Genre: saaa-mutttttt

Keywords: rough sex, dirty talk, begging, teasing, orgasm denial(ish)??, spanking c:

Word Count: 4028

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

A/N: I tried :D…anyway, I started on this last summer and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my google doc files. I started working on it again so here’s the finished product (again, i tried :D)!

“Mr. Kim will be personally attending the conference meeting tomorrow at 4:00 P.M. Yes, I just wanted to confirm two seats are reserved for him and myself. Yes. Thank you very much. We look forward to seeing you,” you sighed after finally hanging up the phone, leaning back comfortably in your seat. Tomorrow the big CEO of Kim Corporations, Kim Taehyung will be attending one of the most important meetings of this year. He usually doesn’t make personal appearances to such public events, but this one particularly is intended for all CEOs in the competing district.

You glared at the glass double doors that withheld him in his office just across your own, wondering if he was beyond stressed and tensed from all the pressure he must be feeling in having to present his future projects for international expansion of the company tomorrow.

The CEO, Kim Taehyung, was quite a reserved man to the public eye. He was stern, straightforward, and came off as a cold person. Although to the public eye and to those who may not know him personally as you did, they saw him as this powerful, rich man whose eyes were nothing but cold, empty, and dark… but to you, he was more than that. Kim Taehyung was your boyfriend, your lover, your destined partner in life.

He was more than a cold figure, more than just a busy, hardworking businessman. He was sweet, open, and quite a charming flirt. He was kind-hearted, affectionate, and his eyes gleamed with warm light. He donated his money and time to adoption centers for animals and even made private appearances at orphan homes to wholeheartedly play with the children. If anyone really knew him like you did, they would know that children and animals were his weaknesses.

Behind the cold businessman facade, this was Kim Taehyung, the man you fell in love with.

How your relationship with Taehyung was still a secret to all is something you yourself can’t seem to explain. Perhaps working as a personal assistant who was intended to always be by the side of the CEO to keep his schedules and business management operations on track, no one really questioned how the two of you are seen together whether it be in or out of the office building. It was a good thing, really. You didn’t mind it at all. That just meant all your private sessions of these heated kisses and secret rendezvous in the office were easier to get away with.

Your mind crosses over to the many times spent with him here in the office. The late nights of work the both of you shared, snuggly morning trips for hot coffee before work, the secret make-out sessions in the elevator, and the heated office sex.

A grin widens on your face as the idea comes to mind. It had been awhile since the two of you have had a sensual rendezvous in the office. With all the constant work and pressure Taehyung must be dealing with, right now would probably be a huge benefit if he got some relief from it.

You sat up in your seat, stacking and compiling all the files together that were scattered on your desk to hold in your arms as if you were going to discuss them with Taehyung. You wiped the grin off your face, putting on a simple plain and emotionless one as you closed the office door behind you, adjusting your fake prescription glasses as you took strides across the way to his office, your heels clicking promptly behind you.

You knocked on the door twice, listening for his response before entering the room.

“Come in,” you heard him muffled through the glass door.

You let yourself in, making sure to secure the doors behind you and pull the curtains closely together.

“What is it, babe?” He looked up at you and gave a short, sweet smile before looking back down to continue scribbling at his paperwork.

You closed the gap between the two of you, dropping the files you used for an excuse to see him in his office on his desk.

“Oh, nothing honey,” you sighed, sitting back into the seat in front of his desk, your leg crossed over the other while your eyes gazed at him, hoping he’d look at you and maybe the view below.

“I was just thinking how stressed you were about tomorrow and how long it’s been since we’ve, you know… done it in the office,” pausing when you finally caught his attention, his eyes gazing curiously at you.

“So I thought I’d fix that,” you cooed seductively, removing your fake prescription glasses. Your eyes stuck on his as you quickly pulled the hair tie from your head to let your tousled hair down, unbuttoning your white-collar top slowly for Taehyung to see the prominent cleavage that was hugged tightly by your uniform. You watched as he swallowed before looking back down to his paperwork.

“Not now, babe. I’m really busy with this paperwork that I have to fax away in a couple hours for the meeting tomorrow,” he explained, continuing to scribble into the papers in front of him making you huff.

You punched your lip out, pouting at his response. “Aww, c’mon Baby, I’m needy and I really want to just take some of the pressure off you. You’re stressed, let me help with that,” you whined in a begging way that hopefully would get him going. How could he resist when you were outwardly offering yourself to please him right here and now?

“I can’t babe. I need to finish this,” he replied with a sigh, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him as he still continued to scribble away.

Seriously?

You crossed your arms in defense and stood up from your seat, looking away from him as the next words that came out of your mouth would potentially be regretful.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll just head over next door to Jimin’s company and see if he’d like to relieve my sexual frustrations.”

Whoops. Sorry not sorry.

“What did you just say?” His deep voice quick to react, lower than usual with a serious tone that made you swallow in anticipation as you tested his patience, his eyes penetrating straight at you.

“I’m sure Jimin could use some stress relief too since he’s also attending that meeting tomorrow,” you said, pacing the floor as you looked out the window at the sky scrape before looking back at Taehyung who was now standing from his seat, loosening up his black tie as he continued to glare particularly hard at you. He was pissed and you knew how he’d get if you continued with your taunting, but before you could stop yourself the next couple of words may just have triggered the response you wanted from him.

“And I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have to touch me to make me cum,” you said, closing the gap between the two of you, stopping just a few centimeters in front of him, your face just below his as you stared up at him with eyes half-lidded, slightly parting your lips open before slowly biting down, making sure he saw it all.

“Unless…someone else wants to,” you said in a low whisper now, hovering over his plump lips, your hot breath just slightly fanning over it.

Taehyung aggravatedly growled just above your lips, quickly shoving you against his desk as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it back so your neck was fully exposed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even remember that dickhead’s name,” he spoke in a low whisper, gasping as the canines of his teeth glided up the sensitive skin of your neck.

You smirked, “Who? Jimin?”

Taehyung groaned, pulling you by the hair without a warning, roughly smashing his lips onto yours, while snaking his free hand up your pencil skirt to tightly grasp your ass, a muffled giggle seeping through your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue slipping past your lips to languidly meet yours, both wet muscles roughly fighting for dominance. The kiss was more than just a heated one with the way he clenched your ass in his hands, nails digging it them before falling off to give a big smack on them. The action making you hiss against his lips.

“Did you like that? Huh?” he sternly asked as he stared down into your eyes, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth as he continued to squeeze your ass in his hand.

“God, I could just fuck you right here and now,” he growled deeply, letting loose of his grip on your pretty hair strands.

“Why don’t you?” You looked up at with half-lidded eyes, fully blown with lust. “Do you really want to stop? I mean… I guess Jimin is always available…”

Taehyung chuckled lowly at your response. “You’re such a bad girl for even suggesting it,” untying and losing up his tie and then pulling it off and around his neck.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back,” he sternly demanded.

You did as ordered, swallowing nervously in anticipation. You couldn’t help but be more excited than scared.

Taehyung then immediately forced your body to bend over his desk, the side of your face planting into the work papers, making you gasp from the sudden act.

“Your ass is mine and only mine to touch,” he roughly growled, quickly wrapping his tie around your wrists, binding them tightly together.

“Now let’s see this needy ass of yours. I bet you’re already fucking wet, huh?” Taehyung asked, forcefully pulling down your pencil skirt, leaving your cheeks bear with nothing but your high heels and tiny black thong.

Taehyung then kneeled behind you, nipping at your sweet ass while his hands grazed up from the back of your knees and up your thighs. He sighed heavenly as he took in the scent of your arousal that was still covered by your thong. “Fuck, Baby, I can see your arousal through this black thong of yours,” he chuckled lowly. “You want my cock that badly?”

“Mhm,” you shuddered in response, feeling his breath against your arousal. “Fuck me, Tae,” you breathed.

“Uh-uh, Babygirl. Not just yet. You deserve a little punishment for even mentioning my business rival’s name,” he chuckled again, nipping harder on your soft bottom before his fingers tugged down your thin panty, revealing just how needy you were as your arousal strung down from the removal.

“He may be my best friend, but he can’t have you like I can,” Taehyung smirked. His excitement getting the best of him as he wasted no time, kissing your wet folds as if they were your lips, slowly pulling away and licking his lips as the taste of your arousal was decadently delicious. He then continued his slow and aching ministrations on you, making you shiver and whimper against him as he licked a stripe up your core with his tongue flattened. The heat easily bubbled in the pit of your stomach as you yearned for nothing more than to be filled by him.

“Mmm,” he hummed pleasantly. “You taste so fucking good, Baby.”

“Tae please,” You whimpered and moaned quietly, attempting to rock your hips into his mouth for more stimulation.

“Baby, I need you so bad,” you whined. “It hurts. It hurts so much, please.”

Taehyung responds with nothing but a soft chuckle and devilish grin, continuing to kiss your sweet folds, and then slipping his sinful tongue into you.

“Ohh, f-fuck,” you moaned, pushing your hips into him as your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his tongue swirling inside your warmth.

His hands rested on both sides of your cheeks, tasting you, twisting and turning his tongue deeper into your core while his arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer to his hungry lips.

“Fuck Baby, you’re so wet. Such a fucking dirty girl. You’re dripping arousal all over my face,” he mumbled against you before delving back into you, earning a drawn-out moan from your lips.

“That’s it, Baby, show me how much you love my fucking tongue inside you. Tremble for me,” he stated hotly, slipping a digit into your slick core while his tongue continued to lick against your folds.

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

He began thrusting his digit into you at a slow pace, enjoying your tasty arousal and sweet sounds of whimpers as they fell from your lips while your legs trembled against his touch.

“T-taehyung,” you stuttered with an airy breath. “Another, please.”

“Another? You think you can handle it Babygirl?” Taehyung huskily chuckled.

“Y-yes, please,” you begged, squirming against the desk.

Taehyung stood from his kneeling position to hover over your body, leaning over your ear now. “Only because you asked so nicely,” Taehyung whispered with a grin, slipping another digit into your core, stretching you more than with just one.

You moaned as he plunged his slender fingers in out of you, taking in and savoring each time he filled you up to the hilt while his other hand brushed your hairs out of your face.

“That’s right, you take my fucking fingers so well,” he kissed at the temple of your head.

“I fucking love it when you moan for me. That dick Jimin can’t do it like I can, not with those stubby fingers of his,” he laughed.

“Isn’t that right, Baby?” Taehyung asked as he fucked you with his fingers harder and deeper into your core, his pace quickening.

“Y-yes!” you moaned loudly, your insides burning with pleasure.

A hand fell on the bare flesh of your cheek with a smack, making you wince from the sharp and sudden pain.

“Yes what? Hmm?” Taehyung asked, rubbing into the area where he had just slapped.

“Jimin can’t fuck me with his fingers like you can, fuck!” you breathed exhaustingly, his pace never faltering in hitting your sweet spot as your walls clenched around his fingers.

“Baby, I’m so close, I can feel it,” you cried.

“Oh? Is that so?” Taehyung asked as he suddenly pulled away, his fingers leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. The pain in your gut throbbing harder than before.

“Taehyung…” You whimpered, swaying your hips as you ached for more. You could feel his tented cock in his pants against the back of your thigh and wanted nothing more than him to deliciously fill you up with it.

You turned to look back as you watched Taehyung unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, his eyes seductively staring back at you as that and his boxers fell to the ground, his throbbing cock then springing from them. You drooled at the sight of him holding his cock so simply in his hand, soft, slow strokes to get him going a little, the tip of his head glistening with precum. You licked your lips as you wanted nothing more than to be filled with his cock as your insides ached for release.

“Baby, fuck me please,” you whined, pouting with your lips punched out. “I need your throbbing cock inside me.”

Taehyung chuckled deeply, unbinding your wrists from his tie, making you look at him with a confused expression.

“You’re going to need your hands to hold yourself up while I fuck the shit out of you,” Taehyung growled, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds, making you shiver and bite your bottom lip in anticipation.

“You’re so fucking needy I can’t believe you’re this wet,” Taehyung grunted deeply, his hands holding you steady by the hips as he slowly slipped his cock into your dripping cunt while you moaned, throwing you head back from the heavenly feeling of his cock being enveloped by you. “And so tight, god,” he sighed in bliss.

As soon as he filled you up to the hilt, he pulled his hips back, the tip of his head barely inside your pulsating core before roughly slamming back inside you, making you grunt and moan in great pleasure.

“That’s it, Baby,” Taehyung groaned as he continued to thrust himself back and forth into your needy core. “I want to hear you moan and scream my name as I fucking pound my cock into your delicious cunt.” He grabbed your hair by the handful, tugging on it to whisper in your ear, continuing to slam himself inside of you as he did. “Fuck, I love the feeling of my cock inside you. You’re so hot all over my desk like this, taking my fucking cock so well,” Taehyung softly moaned, the feeling of your slick walls squeezing all around his cock as he spoke dirty to you, him roughly slamming himself into you, his hand in your hair as he pulled on it. The adrenaline rush of the moment was thrilling, being roughly fucked in Taehyung’s office where fellow employees were sitting just outside. Thankfully you both invested in a soundproof room so no one could hear the two of you and other private business matters of course.

You could tell Taehyung was getting close as his pace increased and his nails dug harder into your hips. He then pulled you all the way up from his desk so, he could fuck you as you stood flush against his body, his hand wrapped around your throat as he held you up, choking you while plunging his cock deep into your heated core. You grinned as the air in your lungs became thin and your vision becoming blurry.

“I’m so close, fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so good around clenched like that around me. I don’t want to stop though,” he breathed into your ear, slowing his movements just slightly, releasing you of your choke hold to which you gasped for air. Taehyung chuckled, rubbing your throat to soothe the stress, biting on your lobe while his hand then traveled from your neck to your breast. He peppered kisses along your cheek and jaw, kneading your breasts and twirling your nipple between his fingers as he whispered dirty things in your ear.

“I love your breasts, they’re so soft and beautiful I just want to fucking cum all over them. Wouldn’t you like that?” His hand then traveled down to your swollen clit, slowly finger circles into it making you squirm and cry against his torturing ministrations. “Or maybe you’d like it better if I came in your pretty mouth? Letting you drink up my seed, huh Baby?”

You nodded in response, moaning heavenly at his slow pace on your clit and his cock still delved into your sweet cunt, slowly moving his hips in and out achingly. “I want you to fucking cum and squeeze that cunt around me.”

You grasped the back of Taehyung’s hair as your arched your back, a muffled whimper of his name escaping past your lips in response to the sweet stimulation of your swollen nub while he dug his cock deeper and harder into your sweetly, drenched cunt.

“That’s right Baby, moan my name,” Taehyung grunted deeply, his hand coming down on your ass with a loud smack, the pace of his hips quickening with haste. The pain radiated on your soft flesh making you silently scream and cry through a high-pitched whimper.

Taehyung laughed, “Don’t think I forgot about earlier, Baby. God, if we were at home I’d make you scream my name for the neighbors to hear as I roughly pound into your core making our beautiful ebony headboard shake.”

He grazed at your neck with his teeth and roughly bit at your sensitive flesh, licking the same spot and then suckled it. He sighed with a grin at the sight of his mark on you, chuckling with satisfaction.

“You’re all mine and only I can fuck you like this,” he emphasized with a deep thrust into your core, making you moan and squeeze your core around him. “Isn’t that right? Hmm?” Pulling his cock all the way out, punishing you with an emptiness and then roughly slamming his cock deeply again as he waited for your response.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Tae!” you cried out.

“Yes what?” Taehyung asked, pulling his cock completely out to leave you empty again. You ached and whimpered as your insides coiled with the pain of release you needed so badly.

“Yes, I’m all yours,” you whined, swaying your hips for his throbbing cock. “Please Baby, please. I want to cum so bad, it hurts,” you begged, droplets of sweat falling down your temple from the heat of your bodies together.

He then snapped his hips into you, plunging his cock deeply once again, earning a blissful moan from your lips. “I love you so much,” he chuckled against your ear.

“Now fucking cum all over me, Baby,” he grunted deeply, slamming his cock in and out of your wet cunt, hastily chasing the much-needed release that the both of you needed. His finger rubbed hard circles into your swollen clit, making you cry out as your vision began to blur, “I’m coming, I’m coming!” you cried out in whimpers, your walls squeezing tightly around Taehyung’s cock as he pounded into where you needed him the most until finally you were pushed over the edge. You moaned in bliss as you saw stars in your vision, the release heavenly spilling out of your glistening cunt and all over Taehyung’s cock while you were still tightly wrapped around him until you finished.

“On your fucking knees,” Taehyung commanded, quickly spinning you around and forcing you down onto your knees. “Open your mouth for me, Baby,” Taehyung breathed. You did as so, opening your mouth with your tongue out flat, watching as Taehyung quickly stroked at his soaked cock with his hand while the other was tangled tightly into your hair.

“You’re so hot with your pretty little mouth ready to drink up my cum, Baby,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he continued to stroke himself faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Taehyung shuddered. “I-I’m coming, Baby, I’m coming.” With a few more quick strokes and grunts, Taehyung stuck his cock into your mouth to which you gladly enveloped around him. His throbbing cock twitched against your tongue as his hot seed spilled out. Taehyung was stroking the side of your head, your eyes attached to one another as you swallowed every bit of him until there was no more.

“Such a good girl,” he grinned, helping you up from your knees.

He pulled the drawer of his desk open to grab a couple of tissues to clean you up and then himself. He quickly pulled up his pants and buckled his belt up while you did the same in dressing yourself to the same state you were in when you first entered the room. Taehyung sat back into his seat and pulled you to sit on his lap, holding you in his arms affectionately.

“I really love you, babe. Thank you for that,” he sighed heavenly, adoringly staring into your eyes and brushing the hairs around your face away to plant a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you too, Tae. You deserve to take it easy,” you replied, snuggling into his arms and chest. “So… does this mean I can’t hang out with you and Jimin anymore or…?”

Taehyung laughed at your remark. “No, it doesn’t but if I see you two in the same room by yourselves together you-“

“But!” you cut him off. “What if… you were there too?”

Taehyung shot you an expression of disbelief. “Babe. Absolutely not-“

“I mean, think about it!” you continued. “Me, you, Ji-“

Taehyung sighed, pulling you in by the chin just inches from his lips. “You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” His deep, dark brown eyes searching yours for an answer.

“Well… is it working?” you smirked with a raised eyebrow.

“It is,” Taehyung deeply chuckled, grinning as he brought his lips to yours ever so sweetly, yet again falling for your tricks that would lead to another relief of his stress.

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shadowsong26fic · 2 years ago

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Coming Attractions!

I haven’t gone to bed yet so it still counts as Monday, lol. XD

Plug for my writing discord--it’s pretty quiet, but mostly intended to be a slightly more interactive version of this blog.

Also, open question night, though I can’t promise I’ll get to it before tomorrow ((I also still owe at least one prompt fill from a meme I reblogged like...a week ago...))

Anyway.

This is going to be short because I got very little done last month, whoops.

Star Wars:

- Not really much has changed from last month; still poking at Precipice!verse and possible ideas for next year’s SWBB. Pretty much everything else is on the back burner.

BSG:

- Didn’t get as much writing done as I’d hoped over the last month. But in order to Motivate myself, I’m going to shoot for a Halloween debut for The Other Battlestar, which means I need to finish. Like. Naming people. And come up with a title I actually like, lol...

- Maybe I’ll do some preview/etc. posts here as bonus content; giving some details about the fourish OCs who will end up playing major roles? To both keep me on task/motivated and hopefully pique some interest...we’ll see.

Castlevania:

- If I could just get this next chapter to cooperate, lol. There are so many things I want to get to! I just have to get past that...

Original Fic:

- I don’t think I wrote anything original this month, alas. Other than poking at things in my head, as one does. I did go to a library booksale, which reminded me that I have at least three half-planned projects that I need to finish researching (an alternate history where Henry VIII dies in 1536; a novel about Judas Iscariot; a novel about What If Mordred Was A Girl) so maybe I’ll see some movement on that front. For the stuff I already post on an origfic community on Dreamwidth, I really should. like. post something plot-advancing, shouldn’t I...

NaNo Plans:

I’m still figuring out exactly how I want to play it this year. And I think a lot of it depends on what I get done re: TOB and Incinctus and Protectors/Preludes over this month, because I might decide to just narrow my focus onto one of them. But most likely I’ll do what I’ve been doing the past few years, which is set myself a wordcount goal (which may or may not be greater than the 50k standard) but I can fill it with Any (fulltext) fiction writing (I think I decided outline/bullet-point form fics counted for 2/3 the wordcount when I did one during NaNo a couple years back? We’ll see if it’s relevant).

...and, yeah, I think that’s about it. Like I said, a short update...hopefully the next time I do this I’ll have more to report!

What are you guys working on?

#miscellania #coming attractions #shadowsong writes star wars #shadowsong writes castlevania #shadowsong writes bsg #shadowsong writes original fic #open question night

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nomanicsdak · 5 years ago

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Oh, Balls!

aN OILY ESCORT MISSION

So, we are back to escorting Testikles to the Olympics, and he is wherever the fuck he is on some Hades forsaken island in an uncovered part of the map. Like, yo, game—I don’t want to uncover another part of the map yet along with all its fetch quests and forts to defeat or whatever, because you know I will be compelled to do so. I guess I must though. I will try to power through without getting too distracted.

First I have to get some oil though.

Only the Oil maker’s slave lady is there though, and she is frightened that his wrath will come down on her if she dares help me by—giving me oil that I am going to pay for? Does this dude want business or not?? This guy already sucks, if I ever meet him… I convince her to just sell me the recipe and I make it myself—hopefully the right way. Which seems way worse for business than just selling me the oil. Oh, well. I succeed in remembering the recipe, and now I have to find Testikles on his island. I once again misread the map and also just guess at where he’s supposed to be instead of going directly to the clearly labeled point on the map. *shrug*

SNAKE SHIP!!

Ssssssssssssssssssssss!

This time it pays off though, because I find a sunken temple and it’s one of the locations of the treasure feathers! I’m sure stumbling ass backwards into them is how I’m going to solve this quest. It is the best way, I think. I also find some gold colours for my boat! The look I find is called the Hound of Hades. I like a Cerberus themed boat! Since I’m heading for the bay of Hades anyway, I think it’s fitting.

I’ll miss my pink and white boat though!

Before I talk to Testikles, I take the time to explore the nearby shipwreck of the Nestor. I find a new figurehead for my ship. It’s a serpent one, and although I already have a blue one and this is just a normal, I switch them out, because snakes are my jam.

TESTIKLES

The Man, The Legend–

So, there is also some treasure chest that is either underwater or underground, but I don’t see a cave entrance? I try to find it, but I can’t, so I just go talk to Testikles, who is flexing and carrying on about being the best. He may or may not be super drunk or super dumb or both. Who can say?

I have to convince him to get on the boat by giving him the oil now, or bribing him with it. I still feel kind of bad for leaving those Spartan kids to spar with wolves on their own a while back, so maybe I’ll just give it to him and not become an extortionist.

Great, he wants me to rub it on. What did I tell you about oil? We’re off on our escort mission now though, because I don’t get a choice in whether or not to oil down the big guy. Alexios is not gonna do it!

SHARK BAIT

Ahoy, Ace, why are you here?

Back on the boat, Barny is fanboying over Testikles and Herodotus recites poetry at him. We arrive at our destination with the man of the hour whooping about Sparta, which is about the extent of this guy’s discourse, and for some reason I have to talk to Alkibiades who is here too. I’m going to guess he wants me to somehow throw the games in Athen’s favour in direct contradiction to what I should be doing to prove my Spartanness?

Let’s find out! He’s enthusiastically jumping up and down and clapping at me.

If your wondering why he is here, it is to welcome us, actually compete in the Olympics, and flirt shamelessly, of course. Testikles burps in his direction. Herodotus and Barnabus share a confused look.

There’s some good natured ribbing and more sex puns made even more inappropriate by the peanut gallery watching behind me. Huh. Nobody’s asking me to do anything I don’t want to do yet— I’m feeling good about this cut scene for a few seconds until I duck out of Testikles’s grasp as he wants me to oil him up again and he falls off the dock and gets eaten by a shark.

I just—I die laughing at this point, because that’s the most absurd thing that has happened in this game so far. Will I have to step in for Sparta now? Alikbiades is definitely interested in seeing Alexios compete anyway. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more. He gives me the nickname “Lexie”, so how can I say no? I probably can’t. *shrug*

QUEST TIME!

We get the day off to explore around Olympia though, so that’s cool, let’s do that. I very nearly knock Barnabus off the shark pier on my way out the door to the nearest location. Sorry, my man!

I spend most of my time trying to defeat this huge ass fort and failing. I only get lucky because some bounty hunters show up and they start fighting the guys in the fort, so I can finally get it done. I’m a bit irritated that it took so long, so I just get back on my sudden quest for Olympic gold. I have to go find the organizer for this, I suppose to inform him that our contestant got eaten by a shark. *shrug* It happens?

I wander around Elis for a while, wreaking havoc on the Athenian forces. When I finally get to the actual Olympic Valley, I’m notified that I shouldn’t get caught doing anything illegal there. Great. We all know how good I am at sneaking and not doing illegal things. There are a bunch of new quests here that I can do before we get back to the story too, so let’s see who wants me to commit crimes so they don’t have to!

JUMPIN’ JAVELINS

First a sad bookie.

He’s sad because some dude named Pithekos is not on his game and it’ll cost him a lot of money if this guy loses (I hope he’s not in my event?) In any case I can offer to maim his opponent or cheer his spirits. Obviously, I’m not going to maim a guy undeservedly. The bookie isn’t keen on my plan to recite poetry at the guy. Since Pithekos is not the kind of man for poems, I just go talk to him.

Okay, he’s broken his “lucky” javelin. I attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he just straight up admits to cheating. Like, I know I’m not suited up to the nines in the gear of my homelands, but that’s probably not the info you should just be imparting to rando-could-be-your-opponent-Spartans. Of course, I guess I’ll get him his javelin. Hopefully I won’t end up in jail.

I can steal it, which is probably the wrong choice, so I just talk to the vendor lady and buy one. There is also an old one in a corner. I bring both and I don’t get a choice on which to give him, so I guess I chose right by bringing both. The bookie offers to let me place a bet, but I decline to bet on the cheater.

SEEING THE SIGHTS

My next exclamation points leads me right to Barnabus who is being a total tourist. Lol, what is this quest, just sightseeing with Barny? I mean—Okay, I’ll take the easy XPs Why do you keep trying to make me learn stuff, game?

Zeus Beef in the wings

First: Altar of Zeus where we see them slaughtering a bunch of bulls for him. I buy Barnabus a slice of Zeus beef. He is delighted! Then we’re off to the next sight. The organizer for the event I’m supposed to be competing in must be around here because I keep being alerted to an untracked quest nearby, but I’m going to finish what I’m doing first.

Over in the temple Barnabus tells me the statue of Zeus was crafted by a sculptor I’m supposedly friends with, but I don’t know the name. Is he the dude I saved way back when I first came to Athens? Alexios says something sarcastic about the Gods that gets Barnabus’s dander up. I choose apologies. I don’t need to rain on his parade when he’s being such a fanboy and having a great day.

DISTRACTIONS

On the way to our next destination, I pick up another quest: Herodotus is trying to keep the peace, because I assume a Spartan and an Athenian are fixin to throw punches and break this Olympic truce. (One is wearing red, and one is wearing blue, so I can only assume. I remain, ever and always in neutral snake-tones) I agree to help them.

some dude

Back to Barny…or not. I stop again for a quest. A guy wants to tell my fortune, but it’s all a ruse to steal my money. He distracts me while a little girl steals my purse! She reminds Alexios of Phoibe and now everybody is sad. I’m even more sad when she tells me her story…some Captain made her thieve and is going to hurt her apparently. Obviously, I am going to help the girl that reminds me of Phoibe. The Captain is going dowwwn!

He goes down! I return to the kid to give her the necklace Captain stole and she’s happy that they can keep all they steal now. Heh. Go get ‘em, girl!

I finally catch up to Barnabus where he gives me the low-down on this special tree that the Olympic wreaths are made out of. We hug it out and I get my XPs! Thanks, Barny!

On to the next mini-quest!

A TALE OF OILY DUDES

Out on the street a poor woman is being browbeat in public by a priestess. Her crime: Being married and wanting to watch the games.

She is Kallipateria who wants to see her son compete. This is nonsense. Why is it a crime, I ask?

The priestess tells me its because all the oily men will be too tempting.

Uhh— Well, my only choice now is to say that’s not fair, which it’s not, so I’m not fussed about that pathway.

Turns out the punishment they want to dole out for attempting to watch the games is to throw her off Mount Olympus. The fuck???? That’s the punishment??? Priestess Lady, you’re going the way of Chrysis if you keep it up. She gives me the chance to prove Kallipateria’s heritage and save her, so I’m off to go look for her son in the green room as it were.

There’s a old lady there projecting her own thoughts onto every other woman in Greece. She’s clutching her pearls over all the hot oiled dudes. Yes, of course, because there is no other reason for women to enjoy sport, but also, who cares if she wants to scope some dudes? The only useful clue is that Kalli met with a man here often. Like…is the man her son?? The next person I talk to is her son. He confirms her story.

However, I also find a love letter seemingly addressed to her.

The plot thickens.

Regardless, nobody needs to be thrown off a mountain. Unless it’s me, throwing myself. I’m immune to fall damage after all.

Next a rando dude confirms her story and also—that her husband is dead???? What? Widowers got to stay married from beyond the grave here? I guess so. Kalli is still devoted and makes offers to the Gods for him. I find yet another letter confirming the story of Kalli’s son and their heritage. Time to stop this priestess and her hateboner for people who enjoy a nice oily dude. I guess what I find is enough for her to let Kalli go. Good. Damn her for making me schlep all the way the hell up this mountain though. I’m going to jump off it!

LOVE GONE WRONG

Alright, time to help out those fighty dudes from earlier. This quest is called the Drachmae of Romance, so let us see what this is all about. I find a note. Looks like a couple of lovebirds stole money from the fighting dudes to escape—something. Slavery? Crushing debt?

Next I find a really suspicious guard who is terrible at lying. He fell asleep on the job, but he does know the thieves headed east apparently.

Third clue—no forced entry to the treasure vault the guard was supposed to be guarding. Hmm.

Well, the game tells me exactly where to go, so at least I don’t have to wander Eastward with nothing but hope and a bird to go on.

It turns out this a Romeo and Juliet situation and the couple that stole the money are the son and daughter of the dudes that hired me. Those two dads also got the info from the guard and find us here. There is no conflict resolution for them. In fact, they are ready to kill their children over this feud. I got news for ya, dudes. You picked the wrong mysthios. I can either kill the poor kids or these two toolbags.

The good news is that the kids can forge a new peaceful future for their families now. A job well done as far as I’m concerned!

SCULPTING SUSPICIONS

My next and looks like last quest is to visit my sculptor friend. He is indeed the man who I saved from cultists. He does think cultists are still after him and for some reason did him the courtesy of leaving a coded message before they do away with him that I now have to traipse around all of Greece to figure out for him. I’m not going to do that right now because these statues with secret code are all over places that haven’t been uncovered yet. Sorry, Sculpto, you must wait!

Paranoid Sculptor Friend

I think it is time for some wrasslin’ or whatever the hell I’m competing in (The Pankration) because I am fresh out of exclamation points! I arrive at the organizer and he’s surprised to see me instead of Testikles. He lets me go ahead and replace the poor guy rather than cancel the whole event. Since I have nothing left to do, we’ll get right to it. I beat up a couple of dudes and now we get a pause before the big match against the Athenian champ. It is a break where we meet up with Barny and Alkibiades only to find Alkibiades has probably been poisoned. Damn! You can’t die yet, Ace! It’s not in the history books! (I know, I know, tell it to Perikles, right?) I am off to find the supposed poisoner!

PICK YOUR POISON

Somehow, Alkibiades of all the people, is super scandalized about how his upstanding good-time drinkin’ buddies could be shady double-dealing murderers. Sorry, my dude! Suddenly, my pause screen jumps out at me without prompting to give me some news. Kallias, Olympic hero, is now marked on my cult family tree. Does that have anything to do with this quest? Is HE the poisoner?

Let us investigate!

Clue #1: I visit the site of the party and, Yep. Poison. Lots of the party-goers are dead now.

Clue#2: More poison supplies in the kitchen. I find the name of the merchant who delivered them.

Clue#3: There is a bigger bad. Who is it? The merchant doesn’t know, but at least he gives me a place where I can find the antidote: That accursed fort from earlier? Nope, a new accursed fort. Probably at the only undiscovered location left in the Olympic Valley. Let’s Ride, Phobos! No time to lose! I am in and out without the guards catching me, and Alkibiades is up and at ’em as soon as the cure touches his lips.

A WIN FOR SPARTA

Now it’s time to finish wining the day for Sparta and defeating a cultist. Like—we know it’s him what ordered the poison, right? It has to be?

Back to the organizer, who laughs at me for not being oily enough. Heh. I’ve got some delightful cinnamon oil that I made myself, dude. I take this guys advice and use it. Why not? Testikles doesn’t need it. I have a tense moment with Kallias the cultist before things start, and I defeat the champion handily. Alexios looks extra shiny during the crowning, but whatevs. We won!

Oily, Oily, Glory

Next on the list: Cult dude, who I find just wandering outside the hippodrome alone. I sneak up on him and that’s the easiest cultist defeat ever.

Olympia is complete! I guess. I don’t even get to say goodbye to Ace this time, or find out for sure who the poisoner is. Bah.

Oh, well. I’m heading of to Boeotia now, because A: I have a king quest there and B: I have some mysterious Sphynx quest that I don’t even remember picking up, and we all know how I feel about Sphynx quests! (I love them. Hit me with your riddles, cat woman!)

#assassin's creed #odyssey #Assassin's Creed #Games #Odyssey

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kinetic-elaboration · 8 years ago

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March 12: My Current Documents

I’m still super bummed and I’m trying to remind myself that it’s just a mood and it will go away as all moods do but anyway in order to avoid thinking about anything that could set off a late-Sunday-night bout of bad thoughts, here are some thoughts on my writing projects.

I feel like I have way too many and I should clear out like all of them before I think about anything else but I’m also strangely dissatisfied (or not so strangely--dissatisfaction is the basic human condition imo; or at least my basic human condition) and I’m itching to start something new even though I know I KNOW I shouldn’t.

In my current documents folder:

A sub folder for night keeps looking: I’ve started polishing up the third part and then it will be posted and done and that is nice; still not anything I’m pushing myself to finish, though

A sub folder for Home Also: I just can’t get into it right now, that’s a pretty common problem and part of why this monster still exists

A document consisting of one paragraph from a K/S story started like 9 million years ago that I moved over from my old writing folder but will probably never actually write lol because it would be long and complicated and weird (academy au)

Aftermath story: I! Need! To! Work! More! On! This! It’s still stuck but I have an outline and ideas and no excuses

Beat AU: I finally made a separate document for my Bellarke Beat AU story from like last summer, which is technically the first step to finishing it lol every bit counts

Bellarke HS/College AU: I loved thinking about this like a year ago. I actually...I still think I’ll write some variant of it but probably just the first part, not the (longer) second part.

Bellarke ‘hands:’ Worked on this today! Because I do actually write sometimes I know it seems like a lie. It went from not even 300 to almost 800 words and I still don’t know what it is or if I like any of the new stuff but you know what whatever because the whole point of continuing it is not to let like one paragraph I did like go to waste.

BFF Fills: two documents, both pretty much in the same state; I’ve started them, I kinda know where they’re going, and it’s a little bumpy but I don’t think I’ll have a problem finishing one in the next like 3-4 weeks or however long I have whoops I should know that.

Dollhouse AU: currently three documents, one for my notes, one for chapter one, and one for all of the many passages I’ve rejected because they suck. I know what the rest of chapter one will look like but it’s just...there’s no end in sight even for the first chapter and I don’t know if I’ll ever make it farther than that or if this will ever interest anyone but me which normally wouldn’t matter but it kinda does when I’m talking about a project this big. So. I don’t know. I seesaw between just writing it anyway and giving it up. My tentative goal is to write/post the first chapter and see what happens.

Jasper/Maya: Done and just needs to be edited. I don’t know if I’m going to like it when I reread it properly. Hopefully I can clean it up well enough.

Jackson/Raven: This will never see the light of day, I’ve just been playing around with it this weekend for practice.

Miller + Jackson fic: Again, will never go anywhere, I just had this sudden idea for a beginning while waiting for the bus so I wrote it down but like it’s too weird and I don’t know where it’s going soooo....

Raven Witch Prompt: Currently literally just the prompt because I have not written word one on it but I want to!

Some of the Ways 3: I should probably abandon this but I just...can’t quite yet... I haven’t written anything significant on it since literally last June.

Spock compares: Another veeeeery old ST fic I moved into this folder last summer when I was high on another TOS/AOS wave.

K/S Fic that’s 99% Done: But that last 1/% sucks balls and I can’t get it to sound like I want lol. I need to cut the whole first dozen paras and just rewrite them but that seems like too much work. Even though it’s less work than picking at them trying to fix them without rewriting I just ugh.

#the year 2017 #2017: writing projects

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We could totally be the Avengers

@espritneo, you said you’d be down for a snippet of the superhero/ alien fae story, so I decided to share this. Thoughts welcome! (Not really any plot relevant bits, but it does a good job introducing the characters.)

“Dude, we’re totally the Avengers!” Chad said excitedly. Lucy rolled her eyes.

“No, hear me out,” Chad started in his explanation voice. Lucy sighed loudly, hoping to discourage Chad, but it didn’t do any good.

“First, you have myself and Allen. Genius level intellect. And that’s being modest. The funding is somewhat lacking for actually being Ironman or Batman, though we hit Spiderman’s level of creativity quite nicely, though without the power-providing radioactive spider bite that gave Peter Parker his motivation…But overall we do ok. Especially without the comic book catalysts. Those tend to be pretty nasty, tragic backstories to provide motivation and depth and all that.” Chad drew in a deep breath before continuing. Lucy fixed Chad with a pained look, hoping to guilt him into stopping. Chad smiled at her cheekily, proceeding with his explanation full tilt.

“Then there’s you, Lucy.” The glint in Lucy’s eyes told him that he was treading on dangerous ground, but that was half of the thrill. “You’re a very intelligent girl, though not on the same level as Allen and me, obviously…”

“Obviously?” Lucy said dangerously.

“Don’t be snippy about it. It’s a fact, nobody’s judging, we all love you just as much,” Chad replied saucily. “And you’ve got that whole super secret spy thing going on. I’m pretty sure you could kill me and not break a sweat. I greatly respect that, and it scares me a fair bit.”

“You can’t prove anything,” Lucy said calmly. Chad nodded, giving her the point.

“That’s very true. It just adds to the level of your mysteriousness. Very good for a superhero. Unknown backstories are intriguing. And unlike Allen and myself, you have actual talents, we just make cool stuff to compensate for the lack.”

“Are you going to spend this whole meal monolouging?” Lucy asked.

“Yes,” answered Chad. “Just listen and eat your spaghetti.” He shoveled in a couple quick bites for emphasis. “Now, moving on the more exotic members of our Avengers team. Jeb. As an actual alien, I’ll address his position on our team first.”

“You do realize we just live together, that we’re not an actual crime or evil fighting team?” Lucy asked acidly. Chad ignored her.

“Jeb is a real life alien. Real. Life. Alien. Like Thor! Jeb is totally our Thor! Position of authority on an alien planet, super buff, probably has all kinds of cool skills we don’t even know about yet, but will be slowly revealed as the plot advances!

“Not in a comic book,” Lucy reminded him. “or a movie. There is no ‘plot’. Just our average lives…”

“Lucy, darling, have you not been listening? Our lives are totally not average, we are on our way to being Avengers! We’re just one national disaster and passing our midterm exams away from our destiny!”

“Have you even started studying?” Lucy asked.

“Do I need to study?” Chad retorted. “Don’t change the subject. Where was I? Oh yes, Jeb and the crazy powers he may or may not possess! Do you have any crazy powers you haven’t told us about yet, Jeb?” The broad-shouldered brunette just shrugged. Chad seemed to accept this as a reasonable response and continued with his assessment of how they were totally the Avengers.

“Then we have Vinn. You, dear Vinn, are our reformed villain.”

“I’m the villain?” Vinn asked, disgruntled.

“You did help an alien race try to invade the planet,” Allen reminded him gently. Vinn hung his head and pushed his spaghetti around with his fork. Jeb clapped a reassuring hand on the younger man’s shoulder. Frankie shot Chad a dirty look.

“Hey!” Chad protested. “I said reformed! Vinn, buddy, you’re part of our team. You and I kind of butt heads, but hey, that’s family. That’s just how it works. And, you’re half alien, which is real cool, have you reconsidered giving me that blood sample yet? No? Fine… Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is, you actually have a power. Like, a legit power! You can shape shift! Do you even know how cool that is? Are you absolutely sure about the blood? Frankie, don’t look at me like that. It was worth a shot. Could you imagine how cool it would be if I could figure out how to shape shift?”

“The world might very well end,” Lucy said drily.

“It would not!” Chad protested. Then he thought about it for a moment. “Well, you might have a little bit of a point. I’m much better with tech, anyway.”

“So you’ve described us,” Lucy said. “Big whoop. Even if we’re all a little bit… special, if you will, that doesn’t make us the Avengers.”

“Luce, you’re missing the point. I’m totally Tony Stark, but without the money and arrogance.” Lucy made a sound of disbelief, which Chad pointedly ignored.

“Allen is Bruce Banner. Mild-mannered, super sweet, but man, do not get on his bad side. It won’t end well for you. Lucy, my dearest, you are the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff. You can argue and deny all you want, but you’ll never convince me that you’re not some kind of super spy. So don’t interrupt. We’ve already established that Jeb is Thor. That’s an easy one. I suppose that would make Vinn our Loki, but with a redemption arc. Vinn, don’t get all depressed again, do you know how much of a fan favorite Loki is? Especially with the ladies…” Chad informed Vinn with a cheeky wink. Vinn stared at Chad with his mouth slightly open. Chad viewed this as an invitation to break down the appeal of Loki to the ladies.

“There has to be a reason all these girls are into Loki, right? So here’s what I think. First of all, he’s got that bad boy appeal. Girls love a bad boy. Usually because they think they can change him. Apparently chicks dig that. ‘He’s damaged, but I can fix him’ type of thing. I think that’s mostly it. That and being attractive. Did I hit it, ladies?” He looked back and forth between Frankie and Lucy, who were both just staring at him. Chad shrugged and returned his attention to Vinn, who was also staring at him somewhat blankly.

“Not that you need fixing, or anything, Vinn, but, there are a lot worse things in life than being compared to Marvel’s most attractive villain.”

“Then who would I be?” Frankie asked. “Since I’m not super smart, or a spy, if that’s true, or an alien, or a sexy ex-villain… Where does that leave me?”

“Do I have to answer the question, or can I jump on the fact that you pretty much just called Vinn sexy?” Chad asked.

“What, what, what!” Frankie spluttered, her face turning bright red. “I did no such thing! I was just going with your character explanations!”

“Mmm, whatever you want to believe, Frankie-doll. But I’ll leave it alone for the moment in favor of addressing your question. You can be our Phil Coulson! Adored by Avengers and fandom alike!”

“So I’m going to die a horrible, tragic death?” Frankie asked, more to needle Chad than anything else.

“Perhaps, but the fandom will bring you back by the sheer power of their denial. And then you can have your own spin off tv show!”

Allen tapped Chad on the shoulder.

“Chad, I think you’ve traumatized them with your opinion enough for one night, don’t you? And don’t we have a time-sensitive project going on down in the lab? Let’s go check on that and let everyone finish their supper in peace, ok?” Allen said.

“Oh! Right! I almost forgot! What would I do without you keeping me on track?” Chad asked, obviously not offended by the implication he was overwhelming his roommates.

“Blow things up more often,” Allen supplied helpfully. The rest of the table winced, very aware of the truth of that statement. Chad caused explosions on an almost weekly basis even with Allen to keep him in check.

“Probably true,” Chad agreed cheerfully, taking his plate with him as he disappeared into the basement. Allen stood up to follow him.

“Thank you all for your patience,” he said to everyone in general. “Chad does care for you all very much,” Allen explained. “This is how he expresses it, in case you were wondering.” With that, he followed Chad to the basement, hopefully to prevent any explosions. The slightly shell-shocked group at the table sat in silence for several minutes.

“That really just happened,” Lucy said slowly. “Like, it really happened. Are we sure his IQ is as high as he says it is?”

“I’m going to have to go with yes,” Vinn said slowly. “Whatever else that was, it was very well thought out. You have to give him that.”

“Yeah,” Frankie agreed, “You’re not wrong…”

“He’s so set on this superhero thing,” Lucy sighed.

“And you’re so against it?” Vinn asked.

“Not on principle,” Lucy admitted. “I just like playing devil’s advocate to pretty much anything Chad suggests. He needs someone to keep him humble, or that ego of his is going to explode.”

“So… you do think we could be the Avengers?” Jeb asked.

“I didn’t say that,” Lucy corrected quickly. “All my arguments are still valid. I just don’t disagree with it quite as much as I let Chad think I do. Someone has to keep that boy in line.”

“Isn’t that Allen’s job?” Vinn asked. Frankie snorted.

“Ish. You should have seen the two of them before the rest of you moved in. At least Chad is straight forward. Allen is devious. He scares me more than Chad, honestly. Chad, I always know where he’s coming from. I don’t always understand it, but his very nature is brutally honest. Allen is… sneaky. I never quite know what his angle is, what he wants to get out of a situation. Not that Allen’s not a good kid,” Frankie finished lamely. “You guys know what I’m trying to say?” she asked. Lucy rubbed her shoulder gently.

“We know what you mean, sweetie,” Lucy reassured her. “We know how much you care for all of us. You wouldn’t tolerate this level of crazy in your house if you didn’t.” She paused. “Huh. Maybe you are our Phil Coulson. Moral support, anchor, and borderline babysitter all in one.”

#writing related #alien fae #super heros #original content

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