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thefinalwitness · 2 years ago

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so l'aiha shares a canon with three other warriors of light (each belonging to an irl friend!) and we had to do the whole lightwarden thing pretty differently to accommodate the fact we all wanted a bit of fun with the light corruption hehe.

out of the four wols, l'aiha is (incorrectly) theorized to be the most resilient to the light's effects, because she already has an imbalance of aether and has lived years with too much umbral/white aether. it was believed this would make her the most tolerant to MORE umbral/white aether.

so she takes lakeland's lightwarden without much issue; the theory seems to hold. it's when she takes rak'tika's lightwarden (skipping il mheg; we'll come back to that) that she experiences problems; basically, she has the amh araeng reaction in rak'tika instead, where the light painfully surges and she blacks out.

her friends are worried about what'll happen if she takes another lightwarden, as y'shtola confirms that each taking of a lightwarden is doing considerable damage to l'aiha's aether and soul, and there's no way she'd survive taking in all five. this is around the time the group finds out aeric absorbed il mheg's lightwarden; it hadn't been the plan, he was to stay and help il mheg until the others could get help from rak'tika, but he took matters into his own hands and he and feo ul handled it.

one lightwarden didn't seem to severely endanger aeric, and in fact his soul responded BETTER than l'aiha's, revealing their theory had been wrong. balanced aether was better.

so they adjusted the strategy going forward: with only two lightwardens left, the remaining two wols SHOULDVE, theoretically, been able to take one each and all survive the ordeal. so aes'a took the lightwarden in amh araeng, and nanamei took the one in kholusia.

the problem, though, is nanamei's aether is very astral/black aspected, and upon taking the lightwarden, her aether almost instantly rejected it. this caused it to burst back out and hit l'aiha, who unwillfully took it, and it created a chain reaction where aeric's and aes'a's were ripped out and consumed by her too.

l'aiha realistically wouldn't have been able to endure THREE lightwardens, let alone five, and rapidly deteriorates. rak'tika had already bleached her hair and eyes, and this incident finished that job and much worse; she immediately began to turn, and much more swiftly than as seen in canon.

at the same time, nanamei's astral aether responded badly to the sudden influx and rejection of the corrupted light, and HER aether went out of control. she had to be fought down as basically a voidsent until her aether could be stabilized.

but this means l'aiha and emet-selch escaped. l'aiha is found again in amaurot, half-turned into a sin eater and devoid of her 'heart'. this leaves her with an unflinching 'practicality'; she's still of her own mind, it seems, but she deduces that if she dies, the corrupted light will burst fourth and cause the very apocalypse the four of them were trying to prevent. she can't succumb to the corruption, nor can she be slain, even mercifully.

so she deems it necessary to survive and contain the light for, basically, the rest of eternity. the others know this is impossible; she will eventually lose her mind too and rampage across norvrandt. but they don't want to kill her, they want to stabilize her as they did nanamei; as they believe ryne can help with.

l'aiha fights them because, 'devoid of her heart', she can make the choice that 'killing all her friends' is better than 'letting the world die'. in short, she IS successfully stabilized by ryne, but the effect is much shorter (since we're already to amaurot msq) and she still starts falling apart again during the confrontation with emet-selch.

the rest is canon-compliant: ardbert rejoins to l'aiha's soul, granting her extra power to resist the light corruption with, and giving her enough time to blast all of it into the (heavily darkness corrupted) emet-selch, creating almost a cancelling effect of the two dangerous energies.

l'aiha goes back to 'still imbalanced, but not lethally m so' with some additional issues: her magic and body want to slip into 'stasis', or the passivity of umbral aether. her magic is already unusable—she can't feel or access it at all, though it's not completely gone—but her body still has a chance.

since those events, l'aiha has been keeping up a regime of physical and magical therapy to make sure neither area worsens. if her body or aether were to go completely into stasis, it would kill her. she can't reverse the damage at this time, but she can halt the progress.

and that's the story of why, even after rejoining with another shard and regaining the usability of her magic, l'aiha is constantly fighting against her own self's shutting down and going into dormancy and turning her into a mindless aether-devouring sin eater. :)

During Shadowbringers, how did the light corruption after slaying the Lightwardens effect your WoL?

#l'aiha #about #wolsquad

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claiai · 5 years ago

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boy u really go full hollow in astral chain ahahjsksllskwnnw

#astral chain spoilers #?#ppl compare this to jojo but this is givin me bleach feelings rn

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 5 years ago

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the mafia boss’s omega

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

by Korchan26

in the world where Omega where keeps as a breeder, send to a camp in Miyagi (Japan) to train them to be the ideal Omega that most Alpha needed.

And alpha from around the world come and goes looking for their ideal Omega or their soulmate in the camp called the “Eden”.

Words: 1082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: haikyuu, yuri on ice, 07 Ghost, Kuroko no basketball, Viewfinder, Persona 5, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Bleach, Owari no Seraph, IDOLiSH7, kekkai sensen, touken Ranbu, Astral Chain, King’s maker, Solo Leveling, my darling signed in (Bl Manhwa), Blood link (bl manhwa), cover up (BL manhwa), Addiction (bl manhwa), at the end of the Road (bl manhwa), Dear door (bl manhwa), D.Gray-man

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationships: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Liu Fei Long/Yoh, Mikhail Arbatvov/male Akira Howard (Astral chain), Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki, Kuroo Tetsuro/Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keji, Iwazumi Hajime/okiawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi/kenjiro Shirabu, Aizen Souske/Kurosaki Ichigo, Dino callavone/Leonardo watch, giotto/Riku Nanase, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada/Ookurikara, Ayami/teito Klein, Kai Chiska/Deku Izumi Midoriya, Hyakuya Mikaela/Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Geum hwa/Ryusei Katamoto (cover up bl manhwa), Do gyeong Joon/Cain (Dear door), jaehyun/Eunsung (My darling signed in), Hwagok/Lee bin (Blood link), Siwon/Woojin (At the end of the Road), Han Sirang/Kim Ho (Addiction Bl manhwa), Xanxus/Akira kurusu (Ren Amaiya), Tikki Miki/Allen Walker, Sung jin-woo/Kuroko Tetsuya, Wolfgang Goldenleonar/Shin Soohyuk (King’s maker)

Additional Tags: Underage - Freeform, year gap relationship, Mpreg, A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega AU, Mafia AU, un beta, I need someone to be my beta, Alpha Kuroo Tetsurou, Omega Tsukishima Kei, omega Akaashi Keji, Alpha Bokuto Koutarou, Alpha Victor Nikiforov, Omega Yuuri Katsuki, Omega Deku

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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ao3feed-yuumikayuu · 5 years ago

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the mafia boss’s omega

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

by Korchan26

in the world where Omega where keeps as a breeder, send to a camp in Miyagi (Japan) to train them to be the ideal Omega that most Alpha needed.

And alpha from around the world come and goes looking for their ideal Omega or their soulmate in the camp called the “Eden”.

Words: 1082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

#Mikayuu #Yuumika #Owari no Seraph #OnS #Seraph of The End #SoTE #ao3feed #fanfic

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primal-aya-h · 5 years ago

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Prompt 1: Voracious

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for the 2019 #FFxivWrite2019

Warnings: Graphic Imagery via words

Summary: Accounts from a researcher within Amdapor during the 5th Astral - 6th Umbral Eras. Minor ShB spoilers, mainly about sin eaters.

5th Astral Era, Month of Oschon, 14th Sun, 1560

Today marks the day that the Mhachi had finally attacked our glorious city. Town squares are defiled by their black flames as they advanced into the Sentry Tower protecting the deeper parts of our city. The Holy Grace has assured us in the Sanctum of Research that they would not get very far.

��The gods will grace us with their favor, for we are the ones who will banish the evil from this world known as Mhach. Continue your quest under the gods and you shall be protected from all manner of their infernal pyres. We of Amdapor shall not fall today, you have our word.”

And they kept their word. Hordes of Mhachi mages retreated from the frontlines and we in the Sanctum were told that their demonic lord was chained within the Sentry Tower. The holy magics had sealed their greatest weapon and this would be the time to smite them.

“We must advance our cause. Now, hurry for the gods have parted the clouds for us!”

5th Astral Era, Month of Oschon, 25th Sun, 1560

With the retreat of Mhach, we advanced our research into golem-craft at a rapid pace. We need to prepare for any more encounters with the Void Mages, and the Holy Sanctuary of Amdapor wants us to create wardens and stone warriors to guard the Sentry Tower. It seems they have some fears about the demon trapped within. Recently, they have caught some Mhachi spies trying to infiltrate the tower, and they were detained in the Sanctuary, but have since been moved here to a division that we were not privy to.

5th Astral Era, Month of Byregot, 10th Sun, 1560

It has been several days since we last saw the prisoners entering the Sanctum of Research, but no hide nor hair had been heard of them. It’s as if they never entered in the first place, and their whereabouts are unknown as the new division continues their work. No news of what that particular division’s projects are. There’s an unsettling feeling in the air today as my coworkers continue unabated.

5th Astral Era, Month of Azeyma, 15th Sun, 1560

Due to the lack of experienced staff, today I was moved into the unknown division. The Holy Grace has been growing more concerned as they continued to capture more Mhachi spies on the borders of our city. Some reconstruction efforts had bore fruit, but much of the outer rims of the city are still vulnerable and laid wasted. The Head Counsel informed me that my expertise in golem-craft was needed for the division I would be transferring to. There, I saw a creature from the heavens who shone brilliantly, behind a barrier between our observation room and a room flooded with light.

It was this creature’s appearance that we mirrored in our creation of the Kuribu statues. When I met this creature’s gaze, a chill ran down my spine. I do not know if it was from the sheer radiance or of something else manifest, but I will never forget. As I met with the other researchers, I learned of the creature’s name; Nike. She would be the one to guide us to victory.

5th Astral Era, Month of Azeyma, 23rd Sun, 1560

During my examination of Nike today, we heard of the capture of another spy who had been lurking in The Keep. However, unlike the Mhachi spies we were expecting, it was one from the nation of Nym. It seems that The Holy Grace’s concern was valid, but we did not expect that someone from a neutral nation would turn against us. Were we not united in our animosity against Mhach? We were told that soon, he would be in our care after the Sanctuary had questioned him.

5th Astral Era, Month of Nald’thal, 3rd Sun, 1560

Finally, the Nymian spy was transferred into our division. Henceforth, from the order of the Holy Grace, all Nymians were considered an enemy of the state. Yet, something was strange about the declaration, but it isn’t my place to question the Grace’s authority. Under strict guidance, we were to use him in our golem-craft; a death sentence. But first, they ordered us to use everything and anything to dissect the Nymian’s magecraft, an inherently different magics from us Amdapori or the Mhachi.

There was no point in questioning him however. When we saw his throat, a silencing charm was scarred into him. The only thing to do was left to me once the others had stripped the man; possessions, vitality, and mind. As a small gesture of sympathy, we decided to implant the diary along with his body in our latest work.

Golem-crafting had advanced to where the dolls would be autonomous once a sufficient magical circuit was constructed, and they would be more capable than the Guardian Wall. In golem-crafting we used blood and incantations to sufficiently rouse the stone dolls to do our bidding, and with the same theories, we created blood-red crystals fueled by the combination of our white magics and ample captured aether. However, they were costly and rare. As advanced as the Kuribus were, we needed more simple golems with ample power which could be created readily. Crafted from some blood and crystal infused mud, the Automatons were made, but they still needed a magical circuit.

As I held the scarcely alive Nymian, I could only think of the successful implementation of the Automaton, and how it would please the Grace. I felt elated as the Automaton consumed the man, the last vestiges of his body sinking into the form. Yes, this would work. Triumphantly, the doll moved on its own and the magical circuits of the man became one with it. Eventually, the body inside would turn to ash as all nutrients bled into the magicked mud and he would be no more.

For the glory of Amdapor. Blessed be, let this war come to an end.

5th Astral Era, Month of Nophica, 4th Sun, 1560

Again, more Mhachi spies. When will they cease their fruitless endeavors to infiltrate the depths of Amdapor? Today under the decree from the Sanctuary, they will be judged in front of Nike to atone for their sins of defiling sacred ground.

When I saw them in the same chamber as Nike, right before their judgement, one of them gazed into my eyes. It eerily reminded me of my sister’s as he pleaded silently. When Nike’s blade rose to impale him, we broke eye contact and his head slumped down in defeat. With a gruesome crack and squelch, the blade entered his body. As the Angel withdrew her sword to deal with the other prisoner, a flood of light flared from the injury and the man began to scream.

He began coughing up pure light, eyes rolling back, and bled with pure white aether. Reaching out towards us, he tried crawling closer until a burst of light blinded us. When we looked back, he had turned into a winged cocoon. The other researchers leaned in, awed at the spectacle, but I could only gaze on from my location. A creature of pure white ate its way out of the shell, and the monstrous form of a gargoyle-human emerged with distorted limbs cloaked in feathers.

As it bore its gaze into me, the same feeling I had when I first met Nike crawled up my spine. It wasn’t awe, but sickening dread.

6th Umbral Era, Month of Nophica, 28th Sun, 1560

The Sanctuary has been on the continual alert, and the outer portions of the city still lay in ruins. So many people have been scrambling for refuge in the inner city, that we had to turn many of them away. It’s become apparent that there’s a food shortage as the coldest months sat in, many were freezing to death. We, of the Sanctum of Research, have acquired additional aides outside of the research divisions to gather up the deceased to create Automatons.

“They will serve for the glory of Amdapor! Even in death we shall let them honor the cause of heaven. Soon we will consume those Mhachi bastards with our holy army of white!”

Words from the right-hand man of the Holy Grace.

Even more dissent has rocked Amdapor, and countless bodies are being turned into that hellish beast cloaked in holy wings or sent to become magic circuits. The church has become ruthless in their crusade and we of the research division don’t even have enough hands to care for the corpses. It’s become something of a putrid factory. My hands are calloused, skin pallor, taste lost, and nose burned. I am in a prison made of bleached bones.

6th Umbral Era, Month of Halone, 1st Sun, 1561

At last, succor! My youngest sister has returned from her journey to research the elemental aetheric balance of the land. I have missed her and worried about her so much! Thank the gods that she’s back with us safely. I feared she might have been lost to our enemies.

It had been so long that we shared a cup of hot cocoa, and she regaled me about the tales of her adventures. With her home, I feel at peace and I can forget the stench of death that clung to my robes. There is still light.

6th Umbral Era, Month of Halone, 4th Sun, 1561

My glee is short-lived. With my sister’s return, there is an impending disaster that is hot on our heels. Based on her field research, it seems that the balance between the elements have shifted heavily in favor of water. With excessive usage of our magics in this unending war, we have drained naught all other elements that keep each other in check. The Mhachi with their fire, ice, and lighting, and us with our wind and earth.

There’s no way to restore the balance anymore, we can only delay the inevitable by lessening the usage of our magecraft and prepare. Closing her hands into mine, I warned her that with the recent spates of smiting she should not present the findings. They may question her alliance and the Sanctuary has been blood-thirsty as of late. She had been gone for nearly 7 moons, telling the head counsel of her findings will not bode well. But against my warnings, she relented.

Countless lives will die on both sides if these findings aren’t presented, and this war means nothing if naught a survivor remains. I fear that her natural fire will be the end of her. Please gods have mercy.

6th Umbral Era, Month of Halone, 5th Sun, 1561

I can’t find my sister! She was supposed to have returned by now. I can’t help but write my worries or I shall pace a hole into the floor! This morning at the break of dawn, she told me that everything would be alright after she met with the Head Counsel. Yes, yes, I shall sleep. She must be continuing her studies, as she usually is found among the books at dawn.

Yet tears are in my eyes. I cannot help it as they drip on this page and ruin my entry. For all of the bodies I have held, for all of the sins I have committed, please condemn me to the lowest of hells in place of my beloved sister. She is but a babe caught in this conflict.

No… Yes! I know! I shall write about a happy story in my old journal that I haven’t opened in years. The tales of fancy and whimsy of my younger days fills those pages. This is just the thing I need. A tale, what should I call it? Of course, The Fairy in the Crystal Forest.

6th Umbral Era, Month of Halone, 6th Sun, 1561

My greatest fear had come to fruition. Today in Nike’s cage I saw my sister. The whispers of coworkers were echoing in my ear.

“They found her for treason.”

“Of course, we are in no danger from the floods.”

“Cast aside our holy magics at such a time as this? Nonsense! Those Mhachi bastards probably got to her, they’re always crawling in!”

“Ah, I wonder what holy soldier she’ll turn into? It will be glorious for sure.”

“Do you think that a voidsent possessed her? It’s quite possible based on our observations of the Mhachi scum.”

“Nike will grant us more victories!”

“Soon those Mhachi Void Mages will taste our holy revelation.”

“It’s too bad we can’t turn her into the new model of golem, she’s quite pretty.”

I could hardly remember anything at that moment as I gazed at my sister’s crouched form. She looked at me briefly, and smiled in grief. She mouthed to me “Take care.” Before I could rush forward to her side, the others held me back as Nike raised her sword.

I couldn’t watch.

When I looked back, the creature that took her place was a nude woman in white, blindfolded and blind to the world, gold decorating her body, long hair flowing into wings. Indeed, she was beautiful to those who knew her not, but what I saw was a shell.

I rushed back to my room with only one option left. To save ourselves, I had to flee with our research under the cover of night. I must do it tonight! Nym! They would hear me out, even as a prisoner maybe I could let them stop this madness. No matter what I cannot stay in this dreaded crypt called The Sanctum of Research!

6th Umbral Era, Month of Halone, 8th Sun, 1561

Everything was for naught. There had been suspicions of me since my sister’s return and the guards have caught me. On trial, they had laughed at my plans. “Nym? Ha, you jest? Did you not know that the gods see fit to curse them with a plague? Yes, their whole civilization crumbled several moons ago, their populace are monsters fit for the dredges of the sea. Green, short little things. It is pitiful, but it is none of your concern now.”

For my service to the Holy Grace, I had been offered one night in my own room to write down my grievances before I too will fall under Nike’s blade. At the very least, I will see my sister waiting for me on the other side. Not at the gates of heaven with bleached bones, but at the entrance to The Crystal Forest.

#ffxivwrite2019 #ffxiv #prompt voracious #lore #minor ShB spoilers #Nym #Amdapor #Mhach #5th Astral Era #6th Umbral Era #diary entry #what is short #might have overdone it #written works

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thehorde · 7 years ago

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We are Originals

Someone said Sander Sides Clones AU and I've been watching orphan black and... this is happening now :))

Summary: When Thomas stops a young man from committing suicide, he is shocked when they turn out to look exactly alike. Life is not nearly as simple as he thought it was... Humanau, thesidesareclonesau,

WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, suicidal behavior, swearing (these are just for the story in general btw) please don't read if that triggers you!

Chapter 1

Thomas hated the smell of bleach. His throat would close and he’d freeze. Right there in the middle of whatever was going on. It made doing laundry take a stupid amount of time. And cleaning was absolutely a non-starter.

It was an unusually cool day for Florida. Rainy and muggy and basically dull but he would rather have been out there in the rain than stuck in here. In this tiny coffee shop.

Usually, it didn’t smell like bleach. Why should it? It smelled like coffee and chocolate and that fresh tinge that coffee shops just have but can’t be really linked to anything in particular. People lounged in chairs and chatted at tables, and he stood behind the espresso machine wondering if he would die or ascend into the astral plane if he filled the entire cup with shots of espresso. Maybe both. Both were good.

He snorted and looked up when a thin woman in leggings approached the counter. “I’d like a vanilla latte with extra caramel on top…”

He had no idea what she was saying. Which was fine because someone else would catch the order. Instead, he wound again through the video he was planning on posting tonight.

It was going to get all of four likes if he anticipated correctly. Joan, Talon, his brother (maybe), and his mom.

Okay, so he was still working on the internet presence thing. But none of this was a one-and-done type of thing. No, he was going to have to be persistent if he wanted to get anywhere.

And besides, it didn’t matter that much. He was just using youtube to practice until he finished this semester. Then, he was leaving this weird ol’ town for somewhere better. He wasn’t trying to be naive, but he really did want to try out his chances in Hollywood. He could act and he’d done so in numerous plays on a multitude of platforms. And he loved it. Every second of it. He’d done some on-camera acting, but there weren’t that many opportunities around here.

Out there, on the other hand…

“Dude. Dude!”

Thomas jerked away from the espresso machine, cursing. The steamed milk pulled away with his sleeve and split all over the floor.

His fellow employee gave him a look. “Seriously?”

Oh sorry, excuse you, not everyone is content being dead to the world. Thomas pursed his lips and snatched the rag out of the employee’s hand. “I’ll clean it.”

“You’re gonna need a mop.”

Thomas glared down at his milk splattered shoes. He lifted a foot and grimaced at the sticky give. He was going to need a mop.

Grumbling under his breath, he left the counter and opened the storage closet in the back. For previously mentioned reasons, Thomas most often avoided this closet.

Someone had the brilliant idea recently to get rid of fruit flies by drenching the entire closet in bleach.

He was already holding his breath when he opened the door, but he could still smell it (and he was crap at holding his breath anyway, which was kinda sad for a singer). He coughed and his stomach twisted as he pulled the mop out.

Might as well mop the whole line…

He breathed shallowly, ignoring his swimming head. It was a mental thing. He wasn’t allergic to bleach or anything. Although, he had fainted at a pool once…

He was definitely not going to faint now. For one that would mean having to explain his stupid thing against bleach, and two, well, he’d faint and fainting sucked.

So yeah. He was just going to have to… get through this.

His chest tightened. An anaconda of panic wound in between his ribs. Get a grip, idiot. He mopped up the milk quickly and shut the mop in the closet again, fingers fumbling on the door in his haste.

Now everything smelled like bleach.

Wonderful.

“You okay?”

Thomas cleared his throat, rubbed his nose, and forced himself to keep breathing. “Yeah. Fine.”

The end of his shift couldn’t come fast enough.

When he finally was released, night had fallen.

The sky was clear of clouds but the city lights blocked out the stars. He stuffed his work hat into his backpack, pulled on a light jacket, and braved the misty weather. Usually, he’d take a bus or ride his bike but… eh. He hadn’t done either today. His bike tires were flat, and the bus was a whole mess of social interactions he just hadn’t been feeling today. So he walked across the wet street and down the riverside, idly counting the halos of light the mist created by street lamps. They were ethereal in their quiet glow. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. His stomach was tight still and he paused for a moment in his walk to figure out why.

Oh yeah. He’d been thinking about California.

He’d told his parents last week, and they didn’t take it well. At all. In fact, they’d called a mandatory ‘family meeting’ to discuss just how horrible of an idea this was. It made Thomas feel like clawing something. He got it. They loved him and he was supposed to take on his father’s business and what about school and etc.. But couldn’t they have at least tried to think about how much he wanted this?

Thomas shifted the weight of his backpack, sniffed, and kept on down the road. He unwound the knot in his stomach bit by bit as he went. He was still pissed off about his bleach aversion and irritated at like, twelve customers who thought they were Prussian royalty equivalents. If he looked farther back, he was worried about passing his midterm, was nervous about whether or not his friend would want to share his apartment and if maybe he should have waited until a better time to ask them.

It would be nice to just feel emotions once instead of getting this clingy, lingering mess he had.

Thomas yawned and walked toward the bridge across the large river. The bridge was lined with those same street lamps, but there was no one around. It had to be past midnight (Perks of closing a coffee shop on a Friday night. Yay.) and the only car on the road was a beat up little truck parked in the middle of the bridge.

Thomas frowned. Actually, that was weird.

It wasn’t parked. It was just… stopped. Right in the middle of the road. Slowly, Thomas walked up to it. He stared from the sidewalk. A stiff wind was picking up in the middle of the bridge, and a bird cawed above him.

The lights dimmed suddenly.

Thomas came close to the car.

Empty. The engine was running but no one was inside. Whoever owned the car had raked the inside walls with their keys, leaving random stripes of cut fabric all over the ceiling and the walls. There were cigarette butt burns on the steering wheel and part of a blue, gas station icy in the center console. The whole thing together tightened up how little he’d managed to loosen the knot at the base of his ribs.

This was… really weird. Something was off.

A bird cawed over his head again.

Were birds usually awake at night?

Thomas backed away from the car and squinted into the mist above his head. The bridge’s tendons and bones extended up above him and disappeared into the dark.

And something up there moved.

Thomas scrambled back to the sidewalk and squinted up. Was that the bird? No. It was much too large to be a bird.

The dark form leaned farther away from the platform it was standing on.

And all at once, Thomas’s heart gave a massive, single thump in his throat. “Oh god,” he breathed. That was a person. There was a person up there.

“Hey!” he shouted. “Hey, you shouldn’t be up there!” You’ll fall. He figured the person knew that.

“Hey, can you hear me? How about you climb down! Your car is j-just out here!” He had no idea what to say. He had absolutely no idea what he could possibly say to make this person come down.

“Don't! Stop!” he screamed up at the figure.

The person did not respond. They did not even seem to register that he was there.

Suddenly, thunder cracked through the sky. No lightning. Just the jagged cracking of the sky. Thomas cupped his hands around his mouth. He needed to get up there. Maybe if he could get up there… He scrambled toward a little, previously chained off worker’s ladder. That had to be how the person got up there. Thomas fumbled up the first few bars. He was close to the edge of the bridge. The wind was much colder now. It screamed in his head and the yawning darkness to his left only made it seem all the louder. “Wait!”

The person leaned farther. Silhouetted in the streetlamps, Thomas could see their fingertips wrapped around a suspension cable. The hand loosened. “No!”

And then the figure fell.

Thomas acted faster than he thought possible. He threw himself sideways, toward the water, and jumped off the rungs of the latter. He couldn’t have said what was his conscious thought at that moment. But he needed to catch the figure.

And miracle of miracles, Thomas’s fingers met with fabric. How had he even done that? He held on. His hands slammed into the edge of the bridge, figure in his grip, and his arms screamed, but that was all he registered before his feet slipped off the edges off the ladder.

He flipped downward with the figure, screaming. The person struggled with him, and he caught a glimpse of white, panicked eyes. A shouted word. Maybe it was NO.

And then his feet slammed into the water.

It was black and so overwhelming he hardly felt anything at all.

It wasn’t far enough to kill him, he thought disjointedly. I’m not dead so it must not have been.

Unless he was dying right now.

Given that, his lungs were screaming. Thomas tried to move his arms but pain arched up them. No. How was he supposed to swim with screwed up arms? His heart thrummed faster and faster in his throat, panting to stay on top of things.

I’m going to die here.

He couldn’t move his arms.

He couldn’t move at all. The water was sealing him inside. They were going to rake the lake for their bodies. They were going to find them on the beach all bloated and disgusting and dead. Dead. ohgod.

Thomas would have cried if he could. Instead, he screamed and bubbles escaped to the surface. The moonlight was bright now, and it filtered down all silvery and… and… something. He couldn’t think of the word. Pretty, though.

Sorry, Mom.

I’m s-

Someone grabbed him by his arms. Shooting pain. A great pull.

And suddenly he was going up. His ears popped.

They burst from the water and Thomas gasped and coughed and choked and most importantly, breathed.

Someone was behind him. At his ear. “S-stupid idiot” the voice choked.

They swam toward the bank. Thomas tried to use his legs, but his vision was narrow and he was so tired.

Sometime later, he couldn’t tell how much, he was on a beach. Pebbles. It smelled like urine and duck poop and dirty water.

He coughed and tried to sit up, but someone lifted him slightly and pulled him farther out of the water. Onto grass.

He lay there gasping.

What the heck just happened? He blinked up.

The stars blinked back.

He shivered and the person at his side was warm but shivering just as much as Thomas, grumbling in between coughs. “What the hell did you do that for?”

Thomas swallowed, suddenly remembering. “You were j-jumping.”

The figure stilled at his voice. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Yeah. I was. I…” He sounded shocked. “... I did.”

Thomas didn’t have the energy to look at him. He grunted. “Don’t do that. Like, ever again.”

He didn’t get an answer.

When he opened his eyes, the figure was staring down at him. Thomas couldn’t make out his features in the darkness, but the figure must have seen something in Thomas’s face because his eyes widened. “The chances…” he whispered.

The figure glanced back at the bridge and suddenly Thomas found the energy. He grabbed the stranger’s arm. “Please,” he croaked. “I did not just jump off a freaking bridge for you to jump again.”

The stranger said nothing for a long time. Then he nodded. He shivered but it wasn’t the cold that shook his voice. “I thought I was going to die.”

“Me too.”

“I… I thought I wanted to but…” the stranger’s voice thickened. “What the hell is wrong with me…”

Thomas slumped back into the grass. His arms were still hurting, but they could wait until suicide juncture here steadied. The stranger wiped his face with a violently shaking hand. “W-we should get you home. Where d-do you live?”

Thomas’s brain scrambled. It took him a second but he spit out the address, and the stranger got to his feet. He reached down a hand, and Thomas took it with his right arm, which didn’t hurt nearly as bad. Even the movement of crawling onto the beach had popped back in whatever he’d disconnected in his arm. They were going to bruise, but he didn’t think anything was torn.

They supported each other in a huddled sort of standing position. “My car is still on the bridge. I can get it.”

Thomas snorted. “We can get it. No offense.”

A sick, wet sounding laugh escaped the stranger. “Okay.”

They were stronger as they walked but still cold. There was still no one around, but the darkness seemed to have lessened and the wind was quieter. Once they reached the car, Thomas crawled into the passenger seat. They’d had a brief argument about who was in better condition to drive the car and ended up deciding they were screwed either way.

“If you drive us off this bridge, I will haunt your ass.”

The stranger tensed in his seat. Closed the door. Their clothes squelched in the leather seats. Thomas was shaking so bad he could hardly take off his jacket, although he managed it. The stranger did not even attempt. “I’m not a murderer,” the stranger said.

Thomas glanced at him. “I know you’re not.” And he did. It had occurred to him that the only reason the stranger hadn’t just floated in the water (if he’d survived without Thomas’s intervention) was because Thomas was drowning as well.

The stranger didn’t bother with headlights. They drove through the city and people continued on their midnight ways like nothing absolutely life-altering had just taken place. Thomas kept gulping, very aware of the oxygen in his throat.

“You shouldn’t have… have…”

Thomas’s jaw tightened. “Sure. I’d just keep walking.”

Silence.

“It would have made this easier.”

Being pissed off probably wasn’t a reaction he should act on. But come on, he nearly died for this sucker. “Well, I am so sorry I ruined your scheme.”

More quiet.

Thomas pointed out a turn in the street.

“You’re right,” the stranger said, softer. “I… I am glad you stopped me. I am less cool about you nearly dying in the process.”

Thomas grunted. “Remember that. Kay? You killing yourself doesn’t just hurt you. It hurts all sorts of people. Including the random dude on the bridge in the middle of the night.”

And there was that sound again. The almost laugh. It made Thomas unnaturally happy. He needed this stranger to laugh. To smile.

“You sound like Roman.”

As they turned on to Thomas’s street, Thomas glanced at the stranger. “Who?”

“M-my brother.”

“... Does he know where you are right now?”

“No.”

Thomas could have guessed as much.

“But that’s okay,” the stranger whispered. “Apparently I can’t get away from you guys...” He parked in front of Thomas’s house, and Thomas was so filled with relief to be home that he nearly missed the stranger looking at him.

They got out of the car shakily and Thomas felt down his wet pants for his keys. Miraculously, they were still with him. He stumbled up the steps, the stranger steadying him at his elbow. Thomas could barely keep his balance, so he didn’t complain, even though he knew the stranger had to be in the same state. He managed to unlock the front door of the apartment, and they both piled inside. It was warm and soft and fuzzy and gentle in there and Thomas immediately set out to his bedroom. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Don’t be an ass. I’m getting you clothes. We’re about the same height.”

The stranger snorted like that was funny, but followed him loosely through the dark hallways. Thomas pulled some sweatpants and shirts and underwear out of his drawers and handed them to the stranger unceremoniously. “Bathro-” he started, only to stop.

There were razors in the bathroom and he was not risking that.

“You dress in here. I’ll go into the hall.”

The stranger grunted. And Thomas got the feeling he knew what Thomas’s thought process had been, but he didn’t protest. Thomas shook his head and slumped outside of his bedroom. He closed the door and quickly stripped his wet clothes and pulled on the dry clean ones. He still smelled like gross pond water, but he could hardly be bothered about that right now. He needed to make sure this person he’d just rescued or who’d just rescued him, was alright. He didn’t want to pressure him. How do you deal with someone like this? Should he be watching what he said closer? Or was it better to just be himself? Thomas groaned slightly and dropped to the floor in front of the door onto the other side of the door, his hair drooping into his face. He couldn’t… leave him… But he was so tired…

He jerked awake when the door cracked open. The light from inside the room spilled into the hallway. “Alright,” the stranger said softly, and Thomas blinked at him. “I’m going to do something now, and you need to not freak out.”

Thomas didn’t like the sound of that. “I-I don’t understand.”

Slowly, the stranger opened the door so that it was bright enough to see him clearly.

And Thomas suddenly forgot about being tired.

Chapter 2

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mandangashams · 4 years ago

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[X20] Resumen del año

Menudo añito... La pandemia y los planes de futuro (spoiler: la guarida de los Hams) han condicionado un poco mi tiempo libre, sobre todo en cuanto a series y cómics, así que voy a hacer un repasito a mi ocio de este año. Como ya es el segundo año de mandangas, también leeré lo que escribí el año pasado para ver si he cumplido algunas de las cosas que dije.

Videojuegos

Este año he jugado a cosas un poco random. En general, diría que lo más predominante es que me dio por jugar a RPG japoneses bastante largos, por lo que, hasta que me puse a jugar a cosas más cortas en los últimos meses, fui añadiendo muy pocas mandangas videojueguiles.

Respecto a lo que dije el año pasado, no he jugado a nada de las franquicias que mencioné (Zelda, Uncharted, God of War, Devil May Cry), aunque sí he jugado a cosas que tenía pendientes de otras y he terminado varios juegos que tenía pendientes de hace tiempo.

Este año apenas he dejado juegos a medias (sin contar Golf Story, porque hice prácticamente todo lo que hay en el juego). Aparte de SteamWorld Quest y Bastion, que los empecé hace nada, el único que empecé y dejé a medias fue Super Mario Galaxy. Me frustraron un poco las mecánicas de nadar y el power-up del hielo, pero ya le daré caña. Ahora mismo juego al Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate para aprovecharlo bien para lo que viene en 2021.

El principio del año que viene pinta bien con Bravely Default II y Monster Hunter Rise, pero me gustaría sacar tiempo para terminar Astral Chain (al que jugué un poco este año, pero no lo suficiente) y Wargroove, que ya tiene hasta expansión gratis. También estaría bien jugar a algún FF de los que me faltan y aprovechar para probar más cosas distintas en lugar de tantos RPG eternos.

Series

Este año también he visto muchas series, aunque muchas de ellas son temporadas cortitas de Netflix que se ven enseguida. Por culpa de la coronita, todas las temporadas largas del año terminaron antes de tiempo con finales decepcionantes, y todavía no han empezado las temporadas nuevas.

Aunque empecé el año viendo muchas series, en los últimos meses he dedicado más tiempo a leer cómics por la noche, así que ha bajado el ritmo, pero aun así he visto bastantes cosas nuevas por la ausencia de todos los episodios semanales que estarían saliendo en un año normal. Por eso, ahora mismo me da un poco de pereza seguir series semana a semana y algunas las estoy viendo ya cuando terminan.

Aparte de descubrir varias series de animación (BoJack Horseman), comedia (Fleabag) o culebrones (La casa de las flores), seguí con mis series de superhéroes y fui viendo muchas novedades de Netflix, que empezó el año con muchas cosas interesantes (RIP I Am Not Okay With This, cancelada injustamente con una sola temporada). Además, Steven Universe terminó con una miniserie un poco deprimente, Dark acabó con otra temporada igual de guay que las anteriores y Ryan Murphy ha ido sacando series y pelis interesantes también en Netflix.

Para 2021 igual bajará el volumen de series y puede que vea algún anime, además de obligar al guao a ver cosas que me gustan. Igual hasta termino la cuarta temporada de Room 104, pero me da una pereza...

Películas

El año pasado vi solo 7 pelis ¡y este año he visto 10 más! Eso sí, la mayoría son musicales, pero he visto dos de las tres que mencioné en el resumen del año pasado (Midsommar y Parásitos, que molan bastante) y ni siquiera ha habido ninguna de Marvel, así que en general está bastante bien. El episodio IX de Star Wars me quitó un poco las ganas de ver nada más de la franquicia, que me tiene ya un poco cansado.

Para 2021 me gustaría mantener la costumbre de seguir viendo al menos una peli al mes. En realidad hay muchas que quiero ver, pero es cuestión de sacar el momento de hacerlo.

Realities

¡Por fin estoy al día con Survivor! Valió mucho la pena ver todas las temporadas en orden, aunque algunas son un poco más coñazo. También vi todas las temporadas de distintos países de The Circle, que tiene sus cosas guays, pero en general no me gusta tanto. Too Hot to Handle, producida por Netflix, estuvo muy graciosa, aunque no sé si van a hacer más temporadas.

Por el lado más de documental vi Making a Murderer, que está muy interesante, pero no tiene un «final» porque el asunto sigue vigente, y Tiger King, que creo que la cantidad de memes que surgieron ya deja claro el circo que es. El guao debería verlo porque sorprende bastante todo lo que sale de un tema tan concreto y simple aparentemente.

El año que viene, sin Survivor, seguro que la cantidad de realities que veré será mucho menor, pero sí me gustaría seguir viendo docuseries o documentales de cosas turbias.

Cómics

Probablemente este sea uno de los años en los que más cómics he leído de mi vida, si no en el que más. Puse el turbo para ir comprando y leyendo todo lo que tenía pendiente, releyendo por el camino todo lo que ya tenía para acordarme de lo anterior. Ahora mismo tengo comprados los tomos de todas las series que leía hace años salvo Magi, Toriko y Hunter x Hunter, que espero ponerme al día durante el primer trimestre del año.

También releí todo lo de Tsutomu Nihei antes de comprar y leer su serie nueva, Knights of Sidonia (alias El Sidote), que me encantó. Terminé los tomos que tenía de Miles Morales, aunque no he leído nada más que no sea manga en todo el año (salvo Lobezno: Snikt!, que también podría contar como manga).

Si el año pasado destaqué haber leído Bleach, de 74 tomos, el total de tomos de manga de series completas que he leído este año es de 247. Pero eso es solo lo que he incluido como mandangas, porque tras terminar todas las series completas me puse a releer las que todavía no están terminadas, que han sido muchísimos tomos más:

Berserk (40 tomos): Han salido pocos tomos desde la última vez que lo leí, pero han pasado cosas muy importantes en ese tiempo. Sigue siendo una de mis series favoritas, aunque espero que el autor la consiga terminar algún día.

One Piece (93): Una historia y unos personajes muy bien desarrollados, con mucho humor, misterios y muchos arcos memorables. Creo que parte del mérito es por la longitud, y que hoy en día una serie que empezara al mismo ritmo se cancelaría enseguida, pero está claro que hace muchas cosas bien.

Magi (15): Mundo interesante, misterios y humor. Esta serie quizá no tuvo la atención que merecía, pero engancha bastante.

Toriko (25): A nivel de estilo artístico, diseño de personajes, historia o combates no es de las series que más me gustan, pero la originalidad del mundo y la creatividad del autor a la hora de imaginar tipos de alimentos y formas de conseguirlos le dan mucha frescura.

Hunter x Hunter (27): Aunque me gusta, no entiendo que haya gente que lo ponga en un pedestal, porque creo que hace muchas cosas mal y que otras solo pudo hacerlas el autor por ser quien es. A pesar de eso, es muy original para ser un shônen de peleas y más bestia de lo que recordaba. Queda ver también si algún día terminará.

Ataque a los titanes (30): Estoy flipando todavía con la evolución de esta serie y de sus personajes. Parecía más superficial al principio, pero está muy bien hecho todo. Parece que el tomo 34 será el último, así que con suerte en 2021 la añadiré como mandanguita.

Blue Exorcist (24): Lo único malo que tiene este manga es el ritmo de publicación, porque la historia tarda años en avanzar. Me encantan el dibujo, los personajes y la combinación entre combates y la vida de instituto, y mola que se traten más los sentimientos que en otras series más encaradas a luchar y ya.

Incluyendo los 6 de Terra Formars que he leído en los últimos días y si no me dejo nada, en total son más de 500 tomos. El año que viene dudo que lea tantos, pero tengo muchas ganas de ponerme al día del todo y empezar a leer cosas nuevas, porque ya tengo varias en el punto de mira.

Otro año más termina, y está claro que este lo vamos a recordar siempre... A la coronita le queda hilo todavía, pero espero que para cuando escriba el siguiente resumen ya esté volviendo todo a la normalidad.

Este año no he leído libros, aunque tengo comprado el primero de The Expanse para leerlo cuando me vaya a Atlante, y he seguido descubriendo musicales que escuchaba en Spotify mientras trabajaba. A ver si con suerte aprovecho 2021 tanto como este año y podemos hacer cuchicuchicuchi mucho más tiempo.

¡Feliz Hámster (confinado) Nuevo!

#xavilo #resumen

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ao3feed-victuuri · 5 years ago

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the mafia boss’s omega

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

by Korchan26

in the world where Omega where keeps as a breeder, send to a camp in Miyagi (Japan) to train them to be the ideal Omega that most Alpha needed.

And alpha from around the world come and goes looking for their ideal Omega or their soulmate in the camp called the “Eden”.

Words: 1082, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3cik9dG

#ao3feed #fanfic #victuuri #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #yoi

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moranathefailedmt-blog · 8 years ago

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Morana Tarda Head Canons #1

She wears a collar that has a bell on it, not good for sneaking up on people. But she views herself as a high class fighter that she wants to give the lessers a heads up to her coming around. (Think Kenpachi from Bleach and the bells in his hair!) The collar also covers a scar along her neck given to her by Ardyn.

She hates being called Rana the only one that can get away with it is Gladiolus. In neutral state her fighting style (hand to hand) is like Wing Chun a lot of close combat grappling. She effectively can use her chain and sickle against at the most 2 attackers.

In manic state her fighting style (hand to hand) is Krav Maga style. She uses any weapon around her. Can go against many damage does not bother her in this state. (Think Berserk Class for Dragon Age)

Meals consist of pain killers, water or booze. When she does eat foods it is fruits and meats. Has no particular favorites due to never having a steady meal or option to choose. Never had chocolates or sweets in fact.

Uses brass knuckles to work with close hand to hand combat.

(Some) Party banter:

Neutral State:

Noctis: "Lazy Prince..."

Prompto: "I'll knock off that halo!"

Ignis: "Say it one more time..." Blind Ignis: "Watch your left."'

Gladiolus: "Get any closer big boy and I'll smack that ass."

Manic State:

Noctis: "Lazy Prince I'll give you a reason to be sleepy!"

Prompto: "Tell me why you are so perfect? Why are you so normal?!"

Ignis: "If you take away my pain killers one more time I'll break you in two." Blind Ignis: "Even a blind person should have seen that coming! This way! Your right idiot!"

Gladiolus: "Knock me down! Hit me hard, baby!"

Healing Banter: won't heal in manic state!

Neutral State:

Noctis: "Toughen up Lazy Prince!"

Prompto: "Don't expect that a second time."

Ignis: "Can't have the Lazy Prince's caretaker down. Astrals know I'll kill him." Blind Ignis: "Don't give me that look I'm not nice enough to heal you much."

Gladiolus: “You owe me a good fuck for this baby.”

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@stephicness

#oc #oc rp blog #this is morana tarda #ff15

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akaluan · 3 years ago

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AO3 tag game

Tagged by @alpharaposa (i promise i see your tags! It just takes a bit to get to them!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18! Though that will probably shoot up in the next year or so as I make plans to edit and post most of my oneshots there

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

441081, most of that in Dragon Eclipse LOL

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Only 6: Bleach, EVE Online, MCU, Legend of Dragoon, Suikoden, and Tanya the Evil -- though most of that is crossovers? Bleach x Suikoden, Bleach x Tanya, MCU x Dragoon, and then EVE Online, so if you count it like that, only 4 XD

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

There are absolutely no surprises in this list:

Dragon Eclipse

Fifth Division Incident

Gather Them Up

Kitten Attack

Of Tiger Cubs and Chaotic Invasions

I actually fully expect Fifth Division Incident to surpass DE before the year is out, because they’re only separated by 40 kudos, and Fifth Division usually gets 1 to 2 kudos every day.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes! More likely if it’s a question, or a long analysis. But sometimes I just don’t have the spoons to respond so I just... don’t.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hands down it’s No One Ever Listened. It’s an angstfic from start to end, and there’s no happy ending to be had in any of it, except perhaps the relief of, well, AN ENDING. You know what I mean.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Gods, I write practically nothing BUT crossovers at this point, not gunna lie. As for the craziest, hmm... I actually want to say that it’s the Astral Chains / Bleach crossover that I haven’t shown anywhere? I don’t really consider the Bleach / Suikoden one, because that’s just world-travel, but the Astral Chains crossover posits that AC is just a shitty future of the Bleach universe.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes. On Lilacs, actually, from some random anon user on FFNet telling me to uh. Well. You know. Oh, and some HOW DARE YOU MAKE THIS GAY comments on DE, again on FFNet.

There might be multiple reasons I’ve stopped posting to FFNet, beyond just the lack of interaction 🤔 who’d have thought.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have like seven docs started with various attempts at smut, and each time I realize that i Really Need To Be Drunk For This, so uh... only by technicality, loooool

I am too ace for this shit, looool

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

By technicality! DE got scraped by that russian fanfic site a couple years ago, whatever the name of it was. But having someone take my fic and pass it off as their own? Not that I’m aware of.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have several partially-shared universes with Ser, which usually involves Ser and I alternating scenes, or Ser getting an idea, writing a couple hundred to thousand words, and then handing it to me and telling me to have fun.

I do publicly world-build in my discord sometimes, tho! And privately world-build with Ser and Sasha even more.

12. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Obviously the crossover ship of Erich/Kisuke, which I am so glad y’all indulge me in. Really tho, I’m a multi-shipper at heart and finagling interesting relationships can be fun.

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

By a technicality, Pern! When I was a wee young sort, I was part of a community that revolved around the concept of bonding dragons, and the original source of that was Pern. Of course, events conspired such that we all quickly scattered from Pern and made our own worlds (which is why I count this, because it was ABSOLUTELY fandom, and got DCMA’d just like Anne Rice fic writers experienced)

After that, though? EVE Online. I started to write some IC character pieces when I was playing, writing up some of my experiences as part of a lowsec pirate corp as if from my character’s pov. And then I eventually wrote that single EVE Online piece that’s on my AO3 profile.

14. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh, heck, uhh... Actually, I’m going to have to go with Soulmate AU, ya know? DE is wonderful and I sank SO MANY YEARS into it, and I still absolutely love it, but there’s something about Soulmate AU that just... sticks with me. I don’t think I’ve ever been grabbed so strongly for so long by a story ever before, and only once since (the Code Vein crossover AU, in fact!) so i think I’m going to have to pick that one.

As for tagging, uhhh... heh, @wolfsrainrules, @north-peach and @loveasunnyday

#tag game #ao3 answers #=3

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