#but I hope some of what I wrote makes sense XD

[nagito-nagisa]

Some doodle of Pluto and Duke,

My headcanon is that whenever Duke sees Pluto lost in a book, he plans to pull some prank on him but in the end always finds that scene too cute to ruin.

But honestly I don't think it's possible to sneak up on Pluto, due to his upbringing poor thing probably can sense that someone is approaching

So Pluto knows Duke is there and is about to start rambling about whatever he's reading about now, being completely sure that Duke came because he's also interested in a book.

[the-most-faithful]

New day, new discussion with a Snater who twists the canon to justify bullying Snape

The other day I commented on a Tiktok video listing James' good deeds (with fanon additions, as usual) to say that James was a good person and didn't deserve to die, I wrote this comment

Obviously I expected someone to reply, but some real gems came out xD

So follow the reasoning, because it's funny.

First let's discuss whether James has matured or not, that's fine, it's a matter of interpretation from the little we know from the canon but then we get to the point, Snape was a special case, he responded to James' attacks after seven years of bullying.

So according to this person if a victim of bullying responds then he is no longer a victim. Clear, right? If someone attacks you you just have to suffer and maybe even in silence. Realizing that the thing doesn't hold up he goes to the classic "But it wasn't bullying, they were rivals" But when I say that 2 vs 1 is not equal and cannot be rivalry then he changes again by putting in the field guess what?

ASSUMPTIONS

Death Eaters SA Mary. False, we don't know what Mulciber TRIED to do to Mary. In the fandom this Headcanon is very popular but it is indeed a Headcanon. But then what does what Mulciber tried to do have to do with the fact that Snape was bullied? Was James responding to something Mulciber tried to do by taking it out on Snape who had done nothing? This doesn't make any sense at all

And then of course we only see Snape's point of view so it could be different, maybe he wasn't the victim. Really? The Snaters don't know the canon. Memories are OBJECTIVE, we see the facts as they happened, the thoughts and feelings are Harry's watching.

Then strangely he didn't bring up the point "Snape cursed Muggle-borns" I hope this person has come to his senses and realized he said something non-canonical

Ma preparati perchè ora ridiamo:

"It wasn't always 2 vs 1" most of the time Snape was with Death Eaters gang.

WHERE? But when? This is another assumption, if Snape had been with others who defended him then James and Sirius would not have attacked him (because they are cowards)

But at least he admitted that Snape was the victim in this episode. So why continue, he admitted it, stop, and instead in order to blame the victim he puts forward other ASSUMPTIONS, Snape created the Sectumpsempra, so what? To curse James? We don't know why he created it (which I then wrote to him) But hey Sirius admitted that they were idiots BUT they bullied Snape (Another admission, they BULLIED SNAPE) because he was a racist. But this is also false

So it's never said that James never attacked Mulciber and others, so it could have happened? But of course, it's never said that Hermione isn't actually The Rock with a wig so she could be. But do they really do that?? Plus they wouldn't have attacked Malfoy because he was older? So they only picked on the weakest, just like real bullies

James and Sirius as the twins? Well on this point I have a lot to say, I know I've been saying it for months but I'll soon publish a chapter dedicated to this. Let's say that if the Twins had been Slytherins everyone would have called them bullies, so this similarity does not go in favor of the Snaters. But here comes a pearl

"Snape was attacking muggleborns"

Snape attacked muggle-borns? Dude, have you ever read the books? When, for Morgana's sake, would this have happened?

Let's see what he'll answer.

(and then he also brought up the fact that Snape was to blame for the attack on the Potters and that he only asked for mercy for Lily, but now this point is so stupid that I have an automatic answer)

[albinokittens300]

!Spoilers Under The Cut!

A/N: SO...been a minute since I wrote fic but. Made sense since I have ideas floating around might as well write and share them. Please note not only am I rusty writing in general, this is my first attempt at these characters. Be gentle on me please XD. I do hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think, and maybe I'll try and get another one out maybe before Act 2 drops this weekend. All this ended up being was a little drabble of a possible reunion between Ekko and Jinx because I need some Timebomb goodness. Isha making an appearance is a bonus! Fair warning I make some wild leaps about what goes on during Act 2, so beware this is based some of my speculation.

He lets it go on for a few turns into different allies before finally stopping.

Ekko knows his little shadow is nothing more than a child, judging by the sound of the sets on the stone and the occasional clang of metal being kicked or tripped on. He usually wouldn't be worried- but with no one chasing after and taking her back to where she belonged, he took it as the sign it was. To follow him so far means she is all alone. Having just gotten back across the bridge, helping an orphan wasn't something on the list of deep concerns. At least, not until it needed to be.

"As quiet as you are, I have to say it'd be easier to get around if you weren't hiding." He says softly. Light brown eyes peek around the corner, playing at being undercover without actually doing so. She is hard to make out in low and greeish light, but he manages. "You can come out. Not gonna hurt you. All safe, I promise."

His hair raises, though, when her gaze flicks back to where he can't see. By all appearances, she is getting permission. So the girl isn't alone. When she takes a few steps out, he tries to remain unsuspicious.

"Whose behind there?" He asks as he kneels while she approaches.

"Definitely not who you're expecting." A darker, familiar voice speaks.

Jinx hasn't even revealed herself before the instinct takes over, and Ekko grabs the little girl and puts her behind him.

Attempting to pull her away from the known danger sets off another problem, though- the little girl reacts as if she has been burned. Letting out a cry, she wiggles away from him quickly before running back and wrapping herself around Jinx. While she removes the hood of her cloak, revealing a far too proud smirk, another arm wraps around the kid's shoulder. His eyes quickly scan her other side. A few bombs are latched there, but no pistol or any of her bigger toys. It was not a situation he loved, but it was preferable to facing down a minigun.

When Ekko's eyes return to the child, he doesn't think someone so small has ever looked at him so frightened. Something screams this isn't right as he watches for a few seconds.

"Relax, this one, I'll admit, has a reason to be a bit jumpy." She says, directing the words at the girl. Then, leveling a look at him. "What was it Vi said you had to say when the two of ya caught up? About looking good for a dead person?"

"That makes three of us, then." He says back. "Wanna explain what is going on down here, seeing as you are my welcoming party."

"Ah, nothing much. War, revolution, infighting, and unifying! All of that. If you are looking for the Firelights, they aren't at the tree. Or what's left of it." She says with a wave of her hand and a shrug. The blood runs like ice at the words and he rounds on her.

"What did you-"

"Woah, woah, I didn't do anything. Those wackos from Noxus? They are the ones who tracked the tree. My only part was helping everyone out." She hisses back. When his face changes, so does hers—relaxing just the slightest bit. Helped them out? Months trapped away should mean nothing surprise him. But it does.

He sees her arms crossed, watching and almost waiting for him to decide how this will go. Deciding to match her lack of hostility, just this once, he looks around to the eerily empty and quiet lanes.

"Guess I got a lot to catch up on."

That brings a less taunting smirk to her face. "Just a bit."

[zeondraws]

Ok, Fellas, so today was wild

I'm at Gamescom atm and a week before this I tried to make a small plan for myself. Mostly because I had gotten such a big interest for the game, I wanted to see if I can meet anyone at the event.

After having had a big hurdle while trying to reenter the business area, I was able to go back and meet someone from the Chinese Room (I met two today). Which was wild for me, didn't think with this sudden interest in the game that I was able to meet someone from the team who worked on the game so soon.

I told them how I struggle to find interests in most games since those usually don't speak to me, but Still Wakes The Deep suddenly caught my attention. Where I ended up researching a bunch to find hidden details or eastereggs, looking through the game files and replaying the game to further understand the story.

I only had a small window to ask a bunch of questions, I sadly couldn't ask silly questions like "Does Muir look like a Bagpipe?" or ask some Questions about Caz.

Before the meeting I asked people on the discord server if they wanted to know anything. So I tried to take the questions I had for the moment and get through them XD

I did tell them how there is a small community on tumblr/discord where we gather. And that I asked some folk for questions I should ask.

Ok these are big spoilers, at least some suprised me, quite a bunch if them are of course about Muir and Innes.

I hope I remember everything properly that he told me, I immediately wrote everything down on discord for the others to read, but figured making a tumblr post will be good as well.

Innes:

Quite a lot of people asked about the VA of Innes, apparently they forgot to include him in the credits which made them feel extremely bad, even apologising to them. I can definitely understand how that must feel, I think I'd melt away. They'd fix it in the next patch, I can't check if it's already fixed atm.

At the very end of our chat, while shaking hands, I asked if Innes is bald. And the answer was "*laughs* yes".

Now I clearly asked this one as a joke, because I found it funny to tell the others on discord, however I very much support luscious hair Innes that many are drawing.

Muir:

I explained to them how I've been researching some stuff in the game. And figured out, that Muir must've died around the time when Caz flooded the Forward Pontoon in Marine Control. So I asked if that's possible to be the time when it actually happend- and they did confirm this! I was surprised that I got that on point.

But I got some further details about this, apparently they wanted to showcase how Muir would've died there.

Basically, once Caz flooded the Forward Pontoon, you would've seen Muir outside loosing his grip out in the deck and getting crushed under debris.

Which was so painful for me to imagine, to see Muir outside, walking on his tendrils and suddenly not being able to keep his balance.

I tried illustrating how I roughly imagine this scene, it ain't perfect, but maybe it helps everyone to visualise it.

The Flooding shifted the entire rig and debris fell onto him.

To have some sense where everything is, Accommodation Roof (where you find Roy) is on the left side, if you look at the rig from the Derrick entrance. And Marine Control should be on the right side.

The thing is Marine Control is facing the ocean (if I remember correctly, I hope I do, I'm currently not home to check), so you couldn't take a look at the derick while Caz does the thing. Which basically made them remove this and hid Muir nearby the Derrick for players to find. And I told him how I replayed the game and saw Muir lay there with Innes, it was 6AM and I just sat there like O-O

Muir & Innes:

A burning question for many was, what their relationship is. And they told me it's more like a father son relationship, saying how Innes is very strict to Muir.

Muir is the younger one of the two and also likes to tease Innes a bunch (so the pipe thing is one of his many shenanigans he'd do)

Here we see a wild Muir in his natural habitat about to prank his friend (caught in 4k) (I almost died) (look at him plotting).

Now, I could not forget to mention that the fandom decided to ship Muir and Innes and wanted to see their reaction. They took it with a smile and just talked about their complex relationship again. Which I found cool to hear.

I sadly don't remember every small detail of the convo, since I wanted to make sure that I was able to ask all the questions people wrote on discord.

Brodie & Raffs:

This was a surprise to hear, which also made me very sad. Brodie was also like a father for Raffs, he knew his mother too.

And apparently Brodie was supposed to tell Raffs mother incase anything happened to him. So that she can feel better knowing Raffs died quickly and without much pain. Which is just... I'm in shambles. sobbing

Gibbo:

Some folk wanted to know if he had an actual model, to which the person answered with yes. They planned to show him at some point, but decided that the player should see Trots firstly.

I also randomly asked if the Gibbo model ingame was a part of Addairs model (judging by the game files), if I remember correctly he nodded.

I hope we get to see it in the artbook, I preordered it but forgor to tell him that. But it's okay.

I sadly don't remember everything here, I had to check discord for the questions (I hope I don't say anything wrong), but with Gibbo they focused more on the sound design and the mystery. And I think in the end it worked out perfectly.

Other:

They implanted a bunch of eastern eggs into the game, the art director even said he's still finding new ones to this day.

He mentioned the pictures shown in various areas and mentioned that he inserted pictures of his family and cousins etc.

Also the Kid inside the TV in the Crew Lounge? That's the Art Director as a kid! Whaaaaaaaa- Didn't know this one for sure.

And another random thing, I showed him the meme that @cazrig made. Because I inserted it inside my piece of fanart. I sadly couldn't show him more memes of the community because I forgor/no time. The memes Robin made are also comedy gold.

It was this one (I keep dying of laughter)

He found it very funny, so did the other person I showed it to.

But he also talked about how worried he was how the game would be perceived in the end. Since it came out extremely close to the release date of the new Elden Ring DLC. And having worked on it for so long they didn't know how the reactions would be.

But were positively surprised how well it was perceived, people playing the game, tears being shed and so on.

Okay that took me ages to write, I just wanted to have it all inside a tumblr post. Otherwise I may forget stuff if it's scattered on discord.

The event day turned out well for me today. I was so worried, that my tiny plan wouldn't work yesterday. But somehow I had some luck on my side.

After I got home I added his signature to my physical copy. I also made myself a small card with my artwork for it. I also gave them a small card and a big printed version of the fanart as well.

Thank you John!

I go sleep now, tomorrow is another gamescom day

[olderthannetfic]

Since you've mentioned that you use Scrivener as a word processing software, I have a bit of a weird-ish question. I have looked at the programme and it seems incredibly useful, and then I looked at the pricetag and- gulp.

I currently use Word which costs 5 euros per year thanks to university, but am thinking about switching to another programme that isn't related to my uni as I feel too paranoid about my smutty fanfic ideas being looked at by my uni and them disapproving of my writing. XD (Word keeps marking "fuck" with a squiggly line and suggesting I choose another word to avoid offending my readers, but if canon doesn't give Barclay some holographic MMF action taking place during "A Fistful of Datas" and turning both his holographic partners into holographic Data and therefore inducing maximum tension and insecurity due to feelings in poor sandwiched Barclay whenever he meets actual Data after that, I will have to write it myself! :P )

According to the website where one can buy a Scrivener license, one pays for the current version of it and will have to buy later versions anew if I haven't misunderstood. You seem to have used it for quite a while, and I haven't managed to find out when the different versions came out. I know the current one is 3, but I am unsure how much time passed between 1 and 2 and 2 and 3, and am unsure whether it's a good idea to buy a license now or whether it would be wiser to wait if it's likely that another version might be released in the near future (that is within one year for example) because then I might wait a little while with my purchase, heh. It probably sounds quite stingy but I am solely getting it for my tiny and too seldom indulged hobby of writing fanfic, and currently have to kinda sorta pay more attention to my wallet and where its contents go, so to say, which is why I'm hesitant.

The question basically is: As a (probable?) long-time user, do you think it's likely a new version of Scrivener will be released within the next year or so or do you think it's likely the current version will be tha latest to purchase for a longer while than 1-2 years?

I hope this rambly mess makes sense, haven't really slept for quite some time, so I am sorry if this is terribly incomprehensible. Sorry for the weird stingy question. Have a nice day and I hope you have slept and will sleep better than I currently do, heh!

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I've only used it for like three years.

A quick google suggests that Scrivener 2 was released in 2010. 3 was released in 2017 basically to keep up with OS changes.

(IDK what you searched, but this isn't hard to find, dude.)

Scrivener is a fairly... old-fashioned style of software, I guess I'd call it. Some dude wrote himself a program to write his own novel and then people liked it. Some other guy decided to port it to Windows.

They update approximately never. When they do, recent buyers of the old one upgrade for free and everybody else gets like half off. The trial period is 30 days of actual use. The current retail license for 3 is only like sixty bucks. It's a commercial product, but... not like you've been trained to expect by your average modern software that wants to nickle and dime you at every turn.

Do you need Scrivener? Well, no. Not unless you want customizable high-level ebook output formatting and fancy features like that. You could just use some other free option if you just want to type stories in something that isn't Word. But Scrivener is priced extremely low for what it is.

[altraviolet]

Thank you @spicedrobot for the template! (template HERE)

My stats are kinda wonky because Echo Garden took 4 years to write but since it ended in 2024, all its stats go towards 2024's totals.

Other than TEG, I only wrote 2* other fics and I love them all equally tbh so I chose Nucleus Memory simply because it isn't TEG and was a really fun big bang with Sync :)

The numbers for the fics at the bottom are total comments and total bookmarks (AO3 distinguishes between comment threads vs total comments and public bookmarks vs total (public + private) bookmarks so I went with total for both).

*I also wrote my secret solenoid fic but it won't be published until tomorrow which means it'll count towards 2025's stats!

Long post!

This was a challenging year for many people, for sure! Personally, there were a lot of things that took away the energy/time I need to write. Family things (2 funerals and a wedding) and my day job (which is killing me, sometimes fast, sometimes slow). TEG ate my brain completely and so even though it ended in February, I haven't written very much since then. But I've decided to try to take a healthy view of this and not be mad that it's taking so long to recover xD but I do hope it hurries up! I had an initial goal to move on to original writing after TEG, but I think I'll try one more Really Big Fic as practice before doing so.

Since I only wrote 3 fics in 2024, I'll do a lil list of my thoughts:

The Echo Garden: massive fic! thanks so much to all the new readers and to everyone who's drawn art or left comments or rec'd it to new folks. it's astonishing to me that it's still drawing new readers :u I'm very happy overall with the fic. it was hard to write, sometimes, but I'll keep it positive here! there are so so so SO SO many posts about this fic, and comments, and the whole last chapter of it is a giant author's note with even more info. honestly I don't know what else to say about it that wouldn't either be a repeat of information or extremely long. it's very probable that if you're reading this post, it's because of TEG, so thank you for reading! :)

Nucleus Memory: reverse mini bang project with sync! they drew a pic and had a pitch, and I and another writer each wrote a fic about it! sync had some awesome ideas, I'm really happy I was selected to do their prompt. they did some beautiful art!! be sure to check it out if you haven't!

Bismuth: this fic was done for a Soundwave-centric zine! in Jan 2024 I read The Locked Tomb series and it had a big effect on my brain. this fic was an attempt to write something in an inspired style: disjointed, parallel timelines. scenes out of order. purposeful confusion to make the ending reveal rewarding. plus I got to jam another rarepair into the TF mire

In 2025 I hope to plan and post another big Rodimus/Soundwave fic, as well as any little idea that comes along, and also maybe participate in the TF big bang and secret solenoid events again! I'll probably abstain from zine events, but, I say that every time and then apply anyway xD

2020-2024 will always be the TEG years for me, and it's honestly strange to leave it behind. the 5 year anniversary of posting chapter 1 is in a couple months (holy moly :u) and that's wonderful and humbling. I don't think anything else I ever do will resonate so much with people, which is good in that I'm glad it gained such a happy audience and helped so many people. But it does make the idea of working on future fics to less reception a little less appealing.

There's nothing to do but keep going, though. I mean, the alternative is to not do anything? Nah. I do think unless another TF One style canon production drags a bunch more young people into the fandom, there probably will be a slow decline of new readers throughout 2025. Eventually it'll become less of a daily reminder for me, and it'll become more of a Past Thing and less of a Now Thing. If that doesn't make any sense, don't worry. It's like... idk. I get a lot of reminders of its existence every day. Which is fine! I think it'll peter off, though. And I'll work very hard again to make something to share, and I hope people will love it just as much =)

Anyway!!!!

Thanks for reading! I hope 2025 will be a very fun and productive year for all writers! 🎉✍️✨ That will mean so much good stuff for readers! Be sure to encourage your favs with comments!

Wishing you all the best in 2025!

[tmntxthings]

∑一 Do You Realize?・゜・。

author’s notes: idk what to say & also idk what i wrote, i was floating during this XD but we post anyhow

warnings: fluff, slice of life, flirt, cursing? unedited asf, suggestive perhaps??? if you squint?? or maybe like peanut butter a lot???

song: “ Do You Realize?? by The Flaming Lips ”

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Michelangelo was quiet as he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Though it was more peanut butter than jelly. Which really may have been even more disturbing than the silence. Who in their right mind liked the way it got stuck in the roof of their mouth?

“…”

You munched on your own sandwich. A proportionate amount of pb and j on either bread slice. After swallowing you decided to speak up.

“What?”

His response was immediate after a blink or two.

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Yeah but I know you’ve got something to say,”

He goes back to that odd quietness again. His fingers squeezing onto the sandwich too tightly. Peanut butter getting all over his hands. Well. Even more so than before. Truthfully he had been sticking his fingers in the jar to eat it raw earlier.

“…it’s weird.”

A teasing tone came from your voice as you nudged your shoulder with his.

“Can’t be weirder than eating peanut butter with your fingers.”

“Hey!” An offended lilt heard from Mikey. But it couldn’t be helped!

“Just kidding..” “Mostly..” You offered as a compromise. His head tilted from side to side, seeming to let it go in favor of the initial conversation.

“Well, I was just thinking about how we’re all gonna die one day.” Now you hadn’t been expecting that. Not at all. Mikey had his weird quips. But this was darker than most! You wondered if his favorite pizza place had been demolished again offhandedly before saying the first word that came to your mind.

“Oh?” But it didn’t stop there!

“And that, I’d just hope you’d be around when it happens for me.”

Now that was just too much. It was sad. It was sweet. It was all wrapped up in emotions that had you looking Mikey in the eyes, pb fingers and all and giving him a small smile.

“Damn..” Again you were at a lack of words here. You wished you could say more. In fact you should’ve just said, ‘same’ or ‘me too Mikey’ or anything other than something so meaningless.

“Yeah, weird right?” He didn’t seem put off by your lack of response. His eyes had met yours, returning the smile before looking back down at his food. Taking another bite.

“A little, but not the strangest thing ever.” Which was true. You had to endure Leo after all. And he said random shit all the time. Though not as philosophical. Maybe Donnie would be closer to this category.

“Also!” Mikey spoke up around his bite.

“Oh there’s more?” You pop the last bite into your mouth. Dusting off the crumbs on your fingers on the paper plate below. Reaching for the bottle of water that had sat untouched since the two of you had sat down for the midnight snack.

“Yeah! I was also thinking about how life goes by super fast, and all the good moments too, it’s the bad ones that tend to drag out. I just wonder why that is.” This was longer, and even more confusing than the first.

“Hmm” Your eyebrows went together, thinking of what to say. Holding off for longer than before. But your mind was still blank. The thoughts weren’t weird, in fact you felt they were true. But..“I couldn’t even begin to try and pretend that I know the answer,”

“Yeah,” Mikey sighed in agreement. It was something he couldn’t answer too.

“And another thing!”

It seemed Mikey was on a roll tonight. You propped your elbow up on the table. Letting your hand cup your cheek as you leaned into it. Pushing the paper plate away from underneath you. “Mhm?” You listened intently. Well you thought you had been. Because you got some words but not the others as you watched his eyes rather than his lips.

You caught words like, “face” “happiness” “realize” It all didn’t really make much sense. But his eyes, the way they lighted up as you paid attention. It was so endearing. Unlike the rest of him that was green and orange, and okay he had splashes of other colors with his stickers too. But his eyes. They held a mixture of such a striking red and a mellow amber. It was far from anything you had ever seen, much like the turtle himself. Entrancing.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said did you?” He mused. And you were caught red handed as you sheepishly tried to play it off, listing the words you did catch with a bit of embarrassment. “Well that just won’t do, listen close okay?” Mikey said and his hands went up as if to cup your face, but he still had peanut butter covering them so instead you held onto his wrists, nodding in confirmation.

“Do you realize that you have the most beautiful smile? The one when you’re especially happy?” You squeezed his wrists, giving him a rueful expression. Was he being serious? Of course he was! He was smiling at your bashfulness, but nothing in his stare said he was playing you. “Thanks for enlightening me,” you say, though the blush can’t be helped.

“Your welcome!” And he had the audacity to wink as he took one peanut butter covered finger and stuck it in his mouth. You blinked. How could he go from borderline flirting to— to?!? Whatever he was doing now??? Eating obliviously?? It was times like these where you wondered. The lower half of your face hidden behind a hand pressed against your mouth. Trying to cover that embarrassingly bright blush. You wondered if Mikey actually did know what he was doing, and he was just a damn good actor at pretending not to know.

As you recomposed yourself, lost in thoughts like those. You didn’t pay any mind to Mikey turning slightly to the side and winking at no one in particular.

Yeah he knew. And yeah he does it on purpose.

;D

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[momentomori24]

Long-ass fandom rant because I need to scream into the void to find a reason to live let's gooooo

[For context I wrote most of this last friday which I thought was good to mention so the timeline makes a bit more sense. I really held off on this one XD Welp, let's start this trainwreck.]

Ok, I know I have other long posts I should be paying attention to (*cough* Keiji's shady shenanigans rant *cough*) among other probably more important things, but quickly wanna get this off my chest because it's kinda started to bug me and add even more concerns about the yttd fandom than I already have. This is specifically going to be about soushin-- yeah, yeah, I know-- but also bleed into something more... broad. Or broader. Idk, I'm a Tumblr user not a grammar teacher.

While browsing through Twitter I've been noticing a little spike in popularity for yttd with more fans and soushin shippers emerging as well. Which is cool, the game deserves all the praise and popularity it can get. And as someone whose been here for years, I'm glad that the fandom is slowly and steadily grown more accepting of soushin compared to the attitude around it way back when. There's been some genuinely really cool stuff that really does the ship justice from a lot of talented artist and writers that I absolutely love (will link some later), but something I've also been seeing a lot of from fans is what I can only describe as a "sanitisation resurgence" (but not really. kinda). A week or two ago on Twitter I stumbled across some soushin discourse where some people were sharing the sentiment that "if soushin end up being related and/or have a big age gap the ship is ruined". That they can only be two years apart max or else Nankidai has "fumbled them".

And the only response to that I had is "what". Like, how is that a deal breaker to you lot? How did you even get into the ship without accepting that those things could very likely end up being canon? How are you here and not ready to ship them no matter what's revealed about them after everything we've learned about them? Midori and Shin possibly being related was always on the table, and Midori potentially having already been an adult when Shin was in high school was always a very real possibility ever since we learned that he was never actually a student at his school. This is literally what soushin shippers got harassed by antis for years ago. Soushin is "problematic", and that's why people who shipped them where treated so badly in the fandom or just excluded all together. I can't count how many timed I've come across a "soushin shippers dni" or "soushiners are freaks and I hope you all have a bad day" or soushin fanfics/art with "I DON'T ACTUALLY SHIP IT BTW" and "not a ship" and "actual soushin shippers dni" attached to it. I can't recall how many times I had to explain myself with the "I ship but I don't condone it irl" or explain why I shipped them to not be labelled as a freak as if you need an excuse to ship anything fictional to begin with. I still remember soushin artist @uououoon and how they ended up deleting their Twitter account years ago because of the harassment and slanderous comments they were receiving for ships the fandom deemed problematic. When a person was saying their goodbyes to them on reddit and made some goodbye art (which is now deleted), some assholes in the comments were calling them weirdos and pedophiles for how they explored fiction and "glorified abuse" (which are the usual comments to uououoon's art posted on reddit unfortunately). I only caught wind of this one because back when they were still active in the fandom they were my favourite soushin artist and I went through their stuff almost every day and was tipped off when I randomly couldn't find their account anymore. They were such a nice and incredibly talented person too so the fact they essentially got bullied by a flock of stupid western fans seriously irritates me thinking about it again. This is why we cannot have nice things.

Soushin is "problematic". It's toxic and subtly abusive and important to the characters in question, but that didn't stop people from going after people who wanted to explore a dark, canon relationship (romantic, platonic or otherwise). How the actual hell did we go from "soushin has very toxic and problematic elements and you shouldn't be shipping it, you fucking freaks" to "you can ship it but don't make it actually problematic, you fucking freaks" like what is happening right now???? The worst part is that this is coming from other soushin shippers. The fact that there's actually soushiners with "proshippers dni" or "soushin is not for proship" genuinely makes me want to bite someone. Like, you horrible summer child-- not only are you demonstrating that you don't even know what "proship" actually means, but you're also spitting in the face of the people in our community that have CARRIED this ship for us for years. Why throw them under the bus to be one of the “good ones” in the eyes of antis when they hate us all anyway?

This brings us back to the sanitisation point: I feel like soushin is slowly being "sanitised" to fit the sensitive palette of antis by trying to make them as "morally acceptable" as possible. It's a worry I’ve had for a long time that once the fandom grows more accepting of the ship we'll be seeing more people basically scrubbing soushin of everything that made, well, soushin, to justify enjoying it. I've seen a bit of it already with a few people trying to say it's "not abusive" or just erase Shin's very obvious trauma by Midori all together for quite some time. Guess it's starting to happen on a bigger scale sooner rather than later. Maybe. Personally I don't think soushin having a big age gap or being related would ruin the ship. It just adds another layer of fucked up to their already fucked up relationship (I already hc Midori to be significantly older anyway so maybe I'm just biased). It doesn't really matter. I came here for toxic yaoi. I want nuclear waste level toxicity, not nuclear waste level toxicity presented in the most conventional and moral way possible. What would the point even be? It’s like packaging poison in a grape juice box. Like, it might be harmless to look at and more justifiable to think of as delicious, but it’s still poison. You making it look all cute and innocent isn’t going to change that. It's kinda funny and by that I mean not really that people will talk about wanting more "toxic yaoi" but when the yaoi is actually toxic and messy and horrific they will cry about it being "bad" or "ruined". You don't actually want dark dynamics, you want dark dynamics stripped of everything that makes them uncomfortable and dark so it's digestible to your tastes that don't even align with said dynamics in the first place. The worst part of this whole "soushin isn't proship so it's fine" bullshit is that it relies on trying to make the ship more "morally acceptable" or "legal" than other ships. Dawg, we are talking about abuse. You shouldn't be minimising that to say "well it's not [insert other terrible thing] so it's fine!!" That's not the "gotcha" you think it is. It’s one of the reasons why antis being into soushin made me feel weird cuz like you can’t ship it and then turn around to insult someone else, man (I’ve seen so many soushin defenders bash other “proships” to justify theirs like what are you doing--).

Realistically, the simplest and smartest thing to do when I see someone mischaracterise or butcher my faves is to either block or ignore and pretend to not care so I don't act on my sixth sense telling me to off them and myself. Realistically, this shouldn't be a big deal or anything that important, but this attitude is usually weaponized to harm and harass people who don't conform to their purity crisis over fiction. I'm in the unfortunate position of being not only a Your Turn to Die fandom dweller, but a Hazbin Hotel and The Coffin of Andy and Leyley one too. I'm used to being labelled a rapist and incest apologist irl who's delusional and deserves to be harassed and insulted by virtue of the media or ships I like (probably not a good thing). But people who are more active in these fandoms than me have it much worse as they get this shit directly waaaay more often while I mostly get called these things indirectly, which is what motivated me more to make this post.

So a couple days ago someone made some art of Monika from ddlc, Nikole (don't know the game sorry) and Ashley from Tcoaal. A lot of people on Twitter, unsurprisingly, bashed it for including Ashley to the point where some felt the need to clarify that they like her as a character but her actions (for some reason I do not understand like Monika has also done some seriously evil shit why are you not applying that logic to her too?). What struck me the most is that a yttd fan-- a self proclaimed "Midori enthusiast"-- ALSO quoted it to bash having Ashley in it. A freaking Midori fan. I told them to mind their business and start separating fiction and reality and to stop being a hypocrite, and thus ensued the most hilarious and stupidest convo I've had in a while:

You can literally count the seconds it takes for these guys to start throwing predator accusations and slurs at people. So "not exploring fiction correctly" makes me weird, but harming or putting real people on blast for nothing is free game, apparently. They're not the worst, both in this instance and in general, but it just stuck with me. Which is impressive, cuz I normally don't have much emotions to spare aside from general mild irritation for things like this. Maybe it's the Sonic feet.

But it ties into my issue. Midori's an absolute piece of garbage, yet some people will convince themselves that his actions are in some way justifiable to justify their hatred of something else (that is a lot less severe in this case) rather than love and let love. Tcoaal is not an "incest game" and if you describe it like that unironically you are not ready to be on the internet. No, it doesn't condone or glorify incest-- it literally does the opposite. If you need the characters to look into the camera and say "what we're doing is wrong and immoral" before doing something bad, I think you're the problem at that point. For the same reason you liking Midori (probably) doesn't mean you support human experimentation and torture, someone liking Tcoaal doesn't mean they support incest and someone shipping soushin doesn't mean they support abuse. These things are dark and shouldn't be condoned irl, but this is fiction. We can do whatever the hell we want. Being into darker themes and media doesn't have to reflect your real world views, but the inability to grasp that sentiment leads people to make their interests as moral and sanitised as possible and, feeling morally superior, will go after people who don't do that. This person deadass said that "incest is not morally grey and absolutely unjustifiable" (didn't even say that it wasn't btw) as if their blorbo hasn't committed so many atrocities for kicks that I personally find more unjustifiable. That line implies that they think that everything else Ashley has done and everything Midori has done can be justified because it wasn't incest specifically, which I find is a WILD thing to insinuate XD But it really does encapsulate the hoops antis will jump through to defend their likes while attacking yours despite the fact that it's literally the exact same as theirs. Rule of thumb: if someone accuses you of condoning something immoral because you like it in fiction, apply that logic to them, look at what they like and if their wet little meow meow is the Joker, Eren, Killua, Makima, Midori or whatever other morally bankrupt character you can come up with, take that as a confession and run. Cuz half the time these guys are actually nuts. While quote tweeting someone to shit on their art isn't the worst thing, considering how twitter has treated tcoaal artists the fact that they'd potentially open them up to harassment pissed me off, which is probably evident from my tone.

[Hi hi, this is me from the present right now cuz a more recent development came up so I’m using it as an example here too.]

While most of the things listed here have all been happening online, this attitude can come up in the real world as well.

As OP states, a bunch of hellaverse cosplayers were targetted at a french convention by haters of the show trying to ruin their cosplay. This is already completely unacceptable but the thing I can’t for the life of me get over is torching their costume while they’re still wearing it. Literally attempting to set someone on fire. All over a fucking show. It’s baffling how people can justify actions like this because they think your taste in fiction is so disgusting it’s Ok for them to hurt you. Not just online, but outside as well. It’s not the first time a hellaverse cosplayer has been harassed (last time it was a Valentino cosplayer but then again Val fans get shit from all sides all the time), and while I’m pretty sure these will remain as isolated cases it’s still scary to think about. What’s even more scary to think about how people think that their opinion on hazbin hotel has any relevance to the situation. So many of the comments in that post are just “I hate Hazbin Hotel, but—” or “I hate the fandom, but--” or “I hate Vivzie, but—” and I’m literally here ready to start pouncing like SHUT UP. No buts. That is not in any way important here. You not liking the show or the creator should not be important to the situation of cosplayers being actively harmed. You don’t have to signal your allegiances before showing basic human empathy, goddamnit. And what’s even worse is that some people have just turned this into a “b-but the hazbin fandom!!” issue, which is insulting. For example:

The “Hazbin fans do blackface and disrespect black people daily” is a reference to ONE Alastor cosplayer that nobody had defended. Not even fans. At least no one I can find. Yet they are using this one bad apple to generalise the whole fandom as "bad" and down play the amount of bullshit the hatedom does to fans on a regular. It kinda makes me feel sick that someone would look at a situation like this and spin this into a “fandom thing” rather than focusing on the victims. That they don’t deserve to be taken as seriously just because of the fandom their in. Some lunatic in the comments was literally completely minimising this whole thing saying “some red paint (fake blood capsules) isn’t nearly as bad as lynching and what black people have gone through in America” before calling anyone who called out that that’s completely irrelevant racist for liking Hazbin Hotel like are you kidding me. My homies in Christ, someone almost got lit on fire can everyone please stay on the goddamn topic. This is one of the rare moments where I was kinda proud of twitter as the majority of the comments and quotes where calling out their bullshit, but the amount of likes and some of the comments are still disappointing.

So what points am I trying to make here? This was very spontaneous and rushed so apologies if it feels messy cuz it very much is messy. But my main points boil down to this: Purification, sanitation and the “fiction equals reality” and "your fictional tastes reflect on you morality irl" arguments need to die. They just have to. While petting Shin on a daily basis gives me enough serotonin to find the will to live, the only true solace I will find is when people start being normal. People shouldn’t be getting harassed or labelled as freaks for fiction you don’t like both online and real life. People are not less worthy of basic human decency and empathy solely based on their fictional interests. People should be able to explore fiction however the hell they want without worrying about there being made a call out post on them somewhere. I search Tcoaal on twitter and there’ll always be a bunch of posts with over 10k likes calling all fans annoying weirdos or say it’s an “incest game” even tho it literally isn’t. I will try looking for some Valangel art on tumblr and see some loser use the tag to basically shit on everyone who ships it and lying about the treatment these shippers get while defending Charlastor or just shit on the ship in general. I just exist on the twitter side of the HH fandom chilling with other Val fans and literally every single one of them has either received death/rape threats or told to kill themselves, got ratio’d by a bunch of haters, had a call out post saying not to follow dedicated to them, had their art reposted and Val scribbled out, repeatedly accused of ““romantising a rapist””, or all of the fucking above. Valentino’s VA gets asked if he’s actually like the character he plays in real life or a fan being “relieved that he didn’t abuse them like Valentino” when they met (kudos to Joel for being chill about it btw I would be fuming this fandom does not deserve this man). I type in a certain controversial yttd ship to search and most of the latest posts are just people being rude, saying that if Nankidai makes them canon they’ll drop the game, calling the man himself a freak, calling other shippers freaks, shitting on soushin as well and then having soushiners defend their ship while also shitting on said controversial ship. It genuinely feels like fanbases are circuses and we are the clowns 💀

I could list other examples people being weirdos but I can't do that without breaking the momentum of this post even more than I already have. I guess what I wanted to vent about is how these attitudes regarding fiction and the way people police how others engage with it and how people think of you based on what you like can go from just annoying to downright dangerous more often than you’d think. That belief that you are morally superior to someone else based on the fact that you ship or like things the “legal” and “pure” and “healthy” way (which is never actually the case btw) can lead to you being really disrespectful or a complete asshole and not feeling bad about it at all, which does more harm than good. Which is why I thought it was important to bring up more extreme cases to empathise how this obsessive gatekeeping of fiction can and does hurt real people, who should be more important to you than fictional characters.

All of this is very likely going to sound very aggressive in tone and I want to quickly clarify that this is not meant to be an attack towards anyone in particular. I'm just tired and recalling all this stuff is making my mood sink like a stone lmao. Who knows, maybe I'm just overexaggerating and things won't get worse when the game gets more popular. This is just what I've been witnessing both in and out of my side of the moon. The amount of yttd fans I've seen act like this are a lot tho. No fandom is perfect obviously, and this one is the farthest from it, but with new people coming in and this weird attitude and need to sanitise not only towards soushin, but other "problematic" ships and media as well growing more prominent (mostly on Twitter and Tiktok) my biggest worry is that the hostility in this fandom will just... increase? Roulettefeel made pretty good posts about it-- my favourites being this one, also this one and this one's pretty short and sweet, summarising most of my soushin points a lot better and shorter than my trainwreck of a post so I recommend checking them out. If you like soushin, go check them out. If you don't like soushin, go check them out anyway. They make stuff outside of soushin too. They're pretty cool.

[I also want to add that the whole sanitisation thing in the yttd fandom is nothing new. It’s been a thing for longer than I have been here. I’ve just been seeing it again with soushin, which is was what made me want to do this in the first place. There’s another dynamic the fandom obviously does this for, but uttering it would not only get me flamed but straight up burned at the stake of bad takes so I’m saving that for a rainy day.]

Aaaaannd, I'm done, I think. I didn't have a good conclusion for this in mind. Idk, just be nice? You don't have to like "proships" (or what the fandom has defined as proship cuz that's not the actual definition), but that's what the block buttons for. Don't like, don't read, I say. Fandoms are for everyone and as long as what the person is doing is harmless, let them feel safe being themselves without having to worry about someone coming after them. Real life cops already suck. Let's not bring them into our collective escapism. And something you personally don't like ending up canon doesn't mean the game or ship is "ruined". That doesn't just go for soushin. That goes for other things too. To tie up loose ends, soushin having an age gap or being related has always been on the table and fits with other themes in the narrative. That does not count as "bad" if it makes sense. Soushin is not "Ok to ship" because it's "not an illegal ship" (whatever tf that means) and it's not "bad to ship" because it's "romanticising abuse". It's fine to ship because it's fictional. You don't need a moral justification to ship anything. That goes for all ships. That's why NOTPs exist. And "proship" doesn't and has never meant "shipping problematic pairings". It's a stance on shipping. It means being pro people being allowed to ship whatever they want. That includes being cool with problematic pairings, but is not limited to those. It means not being a fandom cop. Please stop saying otherwise, I cannot keep living this way--

Soooouuu, to end off on a more positive note and finally put this whole thing to bed I'll link some of my fav newer soushin accounts for anyone who's interested:

Hyo (orewagahai on ao3 check that out too): They are an amazing, amazing writer. If you're into dark, abusive co-dependent, complicated soushin with beautiful characterisation I would highly recommend. They just posted another soushin drabble on twitter and it's great.

jinn: They've been putting out banger after banger ever since getting into the game. Their art is absolutely stunning and they upload frequently, so go check 'em out if you can! It's actual medicine for the soul, I promise. They also draw for dead plate, so if you're into that go ahead too.

angel: Also cool. They're soushin art is hilarious and cute. As much of a sucker as I am for toxic, abusive sludge, they give thses two idiots a silliness that I enjoy. Also if you like trans!Shin content they're pretty good.

欣武 (my dumbass forgot to add them the first time sorry): They are INCREDIBLE. Extremely incredible artist. Their art is so, so freaking good. Not checking them out is absolutely your loss, ngl.

Be nice to them. If I catch anyone attempting to annoy them I'm coming after you and your entire family. Let's be better and not chase new comers off this time :3 Thanks for listening to my incoherent venting. This is mostly for me to feel a bit better, but anyone is free to read. If anyone's got an opinion or observation, feel free to offer it. I need coffee. Coffee sounds good.

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Shshsjs I wrote gnr clasic line up orgin :3

The story of Guns n’ Roses starts with guitarist Izzy Stradlin. He was living with Tracii Guns, guitarist of L.A Guns. At the time, L.A guns was in need of a new vocalist, Izzy had suggested Hollywood rose singer, Axl Rose. This is the start of forming of what is to be Guns n’ Roses in March of 1985 by Axl. The line up at this point was of (Left to right) Rob Gardner (drummer) , Izzy (guitarist), Rose (vocals), Tracii Guns (lead guitarist), and Ole Beich (bassist).

Left to right! Ole Beich ,Izzy , Tracii, and Rob!! Axls obv the 1 at the bottom xd

Tracii stated in an interview with Eddie Trunk in 2019 that Rose had gotten into an argument with their manager at the time and said the manager had fired him. It was awkward for them because they all of them lived together, that night that they fired Axl they started Guns N’ Roses. The next day Tracii called Izzy asking him if he wanted to be in it. They got the name Guns N’ Roses from combining the names L.A guns and Hollywood Rose. Some of their rejected band names that the record didnt allow were “Heads of the Amazon” and “AIDS”. After the first two band rehearsals they fired Ole Beich and replaced him with Duff Mckagan. The band’s first rehearsal her duff they recorded three songs which would be featured on future records. These songs were : Anything Goes, Think about you. These would be features on their debut album ‘Appetite for Destruction’. The third song was ‘Don’t Cry’ which would be featured on their 3rd album “Use Your Illusion I’. These songs were played on their first ever radio interview. This interview was 2 days before their first ever show on March 26th (my birthday!) 1985, this show was at the ‘Troubadour’ Club. At the time, the band was planning on releasing an EP (Extended Play) with the three tracks recorded with Mckagan and a cover of ‘HeartBreak Hotel’ by Elvis Presley. But things backfired as Tracii had a fall out with Axl. This falling out was caused by an argument between Guns n’ Roses. Due to this argument, the plans of releasing the EP disappeared. Tracii Guns was then replaced with Hollywood Rose member Slash also known as Saul Hudson. Rob Gardner, the last standing L.A guns member in Guns N’ Roses, soon quit the band. Gardner was replaced with Steven Adler who was also part of Hollywood Rose. This concluded the formation of the “Appetite for Destruction” lineup, also known as the “classic lineup”. This line up was finally set in stone on June 4th when Slash and Steven officially joined the band.

:33 Hope u read allat!! I can write smch abt gnr bro ask me a question & give me 10 minutes 2 research if i don't alrd know & liek 5 to write w/no proper grammar & punctuation tho! :3

if theres anything that doesn't make sense/isnt spelt right js tell me English isn't my 1st language!!

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@lazytoufu and I have talked a bit about doing different princess themed karushuu stories. This isn't really a princess one, just based on a fairytale. I think I'll yet post this on AO3 too... once I figure out a real title for this. No, I will not be calling this Little Red Riding Shuu for real XD

But, yes. A Little Red Riding Hood retelling with some hints of karushuu in it. Funnily enough, it's exactly 3333 words atm. (And that's like, 2000 words more than I thought it'd be...) (I hope there are not many typos and other stuff, I wrote this in one go in the past 3 hours or so and now it's midnight here and I'm too sleepy to proofread more) (if you've any suggestions for a title do tell me)

The Little Red Riding Shuu (or whatever this'll be called)

In a grand house at the edge of a forest, a man called his son to him.

“I have an errand for you,” he said, offering the boy a basket. “You have to take this basket to your grandmother’s cottage.”

The boy gave the basket a long look. “I have a grandmother?”

“Of course you do.” The man pushed the basket to him. “There is also a map in there. Now, don’t dawdle. She has taken ill, and you have to make haste to bring her this medicine, so that…”

The boy snorted. “Yeah, sure. You’re sending medicine to people. Give me some credit, father.” He looked at the map and frowned. “She sure lives at a nice place, doesn’t she? Those parts of the forest are full of robbers and dangerous wildlife.”

“Is that a problem?”

He gave the man a sharp glance. “Don’t be stupid. I’m on my way.” He threw his red cloak over his shoulders and headed out.

As he started his journey through the forest, Gakushuu took a curious peek into the basket. There was a vial in it but there was nothing on the vial to indicate what its insides were. Medicine? He gave a little laugh. Hardly. Perhaps he would find out something once he found this so-called grandmother of his.

The road wasn’t as bad as he had thought. Yeah, sure, some random robbers attempted to attack him, but he dealt with them easily enough. One tried to stop him with poisonous gas, another, he had to admit, had a fairly strong grip in his hands (and an extremely annoying way of speaking), and then there was the absolute weirdo who seemed to be more interested in eating his guns than fighting with them. A sniper was a bit too close for comfort to get him, but in the end Gakushuu escaped him, too.

Evening was getting close and dusk was beginning to settle. He had left all roads far behind, but thankfully the terrain wasn’t too difficult. Gakushuu fastened his pace a little. He had hoped to make it back home before night fell, but he had spent a bit too much time dealing with the robbers. At this rate, he might have to spend the night at his “grandmother’s.”

“Well, hello there,” a soft voice suddenly said from the darkness, and he nearly gave a start.

He hadn’t sensed anyone watching him. Had someone truly been able to sneak upon him like this?

“Who’s there?” he asked, carefully keeping his voice even.

Someone – something? – stepped out of the dark forest. Gakushuu’s eyes widened a little, looking at the sight. Gleaming yellow eyes, a pair of rather fluffy ears covered in red fur, toothiest grin he had ever seen… He could just stare.

The other’s grin faded gradually away. “What? Never seen a wolf before?”

Gakushuu frowned. “You are… a bit red for a wolf.” Not to mention big. As far as he knew, a wolf shouldn’t be looking him almost in the eye.

“Shows what you know,” the other grunted. “I’m a red wolf.”

“Hmm.” Gakushuu wasn’t fully convinced, but in the end, the exact species of this beast was irrelevant. “So, what do you want?”

The self-declared wolf sighed. “Just to say hello! It’s quite an event to see a new face around here.”

“Okay then. Hello, and goodbye.” Gakushuu nodded and started walking on.

“Hey, c’mon!” The wolf ran after him. “We just met, don’t be in such a hurry!”

“Night is coming,” Gakushuu said shortly. “I want to reach my destination before that.”

“Ah,” the wolf breathed. “Of course. You poor humans and your lacking eyesight. I do understand. So…” The wolf jogged up to him to walk beside him. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“So suspicious…” the wolf sighed. “Come now, I know this forest through and through. If you tell me your destination, I could guide you there.”

“I don’t need a guide.”

“Mmm… if you say so. Juuust… if you continue down this way, you’ll soon run into thorny thickets that’s very hard to go through. It might seem tempting to go by it on the left, but that would lead you to a treacherous swamp. But if you head this way instead,” the wolf nodded to right, “you’ll soon find a path made by animals that just might be handy for you.”

Gakushuu said nothing but walked stubbornly on. He wasn’t foolish enough to follow a complete stranger – let alone a wolf – in a situation like this. Soon enough, though, he found those thickets the wolf had spoken about. He paused to consider. Yes, the terrain did seem easier, if he tried to go around this place on the left, but… hmm.

Was this a trap? He glanced at the wolf who was watching him with a much too innocent smile, and turned then right, against his better judgment.

“My offer still stands,” the wolf said, following him. “Just tell me where you’re going, and I’ll get you there in a moment.”

“And I bet you’re helping me out of the goodness of your heart, huh,” Gakushuu said dryly.

“Oh, of course! Although I would not mind it if you were to offer me something in return…”

“Like what?”

“Well, maybe a sniff of whatever you’re carrying in the basket,” the wolf said, and Gakushuu instinctively drew the basket closer. “Come now, that’s not too greedy, is it?”

“What is in this basket isn’t my property,” Gakushuu said. “So I’m afraid I can’t promise you any of it. Even a sniff.”

“Who are you taking it to, then?” the wolf asked, clearly curious.

“My grandmother,” Gakushuu said after just a short hesitation.

“Hmm.”

“She’s sick.”

“Of course.”

They walked a moment in silence. There really was, Gakushuu saw, some kind of a path going through the forest. It headed approximately in the right direction, so he started following it.

“So, your grandma lives in the cabin that’s by the brook down there, huh?” the wolf asked. Gakushuu said nothing, but the wolf ignored that and went on. “Well, it’s the only building anywhere nearby that you possibly could reach before dark. Funny though, I thought it’s just a hunting cabin.”

Gakushuu just shrugged.

“Follow me,” the wolf said after a while and left the path. “This is a shortcut.”

Gakushuu was still a bit hesitant to do that, but to be honest, he had just been thinking he probably should leave the path and head in that direction. Oh well. He’d just be extra alert and keep a careful eye on the wolf. If he tried something, he would yet regret it.

Soon enough he heard the brook, and then he saw the cabin. It did look like an average hunting cabin.

The wolf paused. “Sure you want to go in there?” he asked.

“What, you don’t like hunting cabins? Scared of hunters?”

“As if.” The wolf snorted. “But… ah, I forgot. It’s not just your eyesight that is lacking. This place smells all wrong.”

“Yeah?” To be honest, Gakushuu wasn’t surprised. This whole thing was clearly nothing but a test his father had created for him. But not delivering the “medicine” to his “grandmother” would equal failure. Therefore, he had no other option but to enter this cabin.

And he did so.

It was so dim there. He could see a desk and chairs, a cupboard… head of a deer on the wall… but there was no one in there.

“Hello?” he called out.

“Oh, hello,” a squeaky voice replied. “Is it you, my darling grandson?”

 “Yes… grandmother,” he said and walked carefully deeper into the cabin. “I’m bringing you medicine.”

“Oh, what a good boy you are!” the voice squeaked.

Gakushuu entered another room. A bedroom. There was a figure lying on the bed. A very big figure. Gakushuu squinted his eyes, trying to see. It was even darker in this room. There was, perhaps, a face half-hidden under a white sheet. Were those dark dots eyes looking at him?

“Grandmother…” he said slowly. “What tiny eyes you’ve got.”

“Still they see you very well, dear boy!” the voice squeaked. Yes, it clearly came from the bed. For a moment Gakushuu had suspected someone had merely placed some pillows into it to fake a body.

He moved a little closer. She saw very well, huh? Unlike him, in this darkness. But the body lying in that bed – if it was real – sure was big, that much he did see.

“What a large body you have,” he muttered.

“All the better to hug you with, my boy!”

Please don’t, Gakushuu thought to himself.

The sheet fell from the face as the form on the bed moved. The grin that was revealed from underneath it was much toothier than even the wolf’s.

“What a big mouth you’ve got, grandmother,” Gakushuu said, his hand grasping his knife.

“All the better to eat you with!” exclaimed the creature in the bed, and suddenly half a dozen tentacles shot at him. Gakushuu slashed at them with his knife, cutting two, dodging three, but one still caught him. Only for a short moment, though, as something red flashed in the corner of his eye and the wolf had sunk his sharp teeth into the tentacle.

“Augh!” Something big, yellow and tentacled, clad in black robes, stood on the bed, wailing. “That hurt!”

“That was the meaning,” the wolf said with a grin. “Mmm, tastes like octopus! Nice. It’s been too long since I’ve had seafood. Hey, Little Red Riding Hood, how about we make some sushi for ourselves?”

“You can have it all for yourself,” Gakushuu said. “And don’t start making weird names for me. I’m called Gakushuu.”

The yellow thing was flailing on the bed. “You! You would eat me? That’s so rude!”

“Didn’t you just say you’re going to eat me, grandma?” Gakushuu asked, jumping into a swift attack. The octopus monster dodged him, impossibly swift, and then yelped, having to dodge the wolf, too.

“Well, yes! But I’m the monster of this story, so that’s how it should be! The monster isn’t supposed to be eaten!”

Tentacles whizzed across the room, fast. Gakushuu had to rely on all his training just to dodge them. A counterattack was simply impossible.

“Tactical retreat!” the wolf yelled and dashed toward the door. Gakushuu didn’t really like the idea, but under the circumstances it seemed sensible.

They rushed out of the cabin. Gakushuu wasn’t quite sure if having more room would be a good or a bad thing against this opponent, but it did feel better than the cramped cabin.

“He’s coming!” he shouted as a yellow blur flew out of the cabin after them. Again, there was nothing he could do but dodge – well, at least there was more room to do that, now.

Again, the wolf jumped at a tentacle and caught it in his teeth. A sharp flick sent him flying and he landed in the brook. That didn’t stop him, though, and just a moment later he was making another attack on the tentacle creature.

“Ah! You’re all wet!” Again, the wolf was sent flying, but Gakushuu paused. A few droplets had fallen on a tentacle, and it was… melting? The wolf was back on his feet in an instant, and for a moment their eyes met. In a silent agreement they started dodging in a way that led the creature toward the brook. At one point, Gakushuu grasped a bucket that had been lying by the cabin, pretending to use it as a shield.

It took a good while of dancing around, but finally the creature stood right at the edge of the river at the perfect spot. Again their eyes met, and both knew exactly what to do. Gakushuu raised his knife, locking his eyes with the tiny beads of the octopus monster. He parried a tentacle, made a fake attack and then threw the knife toward its head. The octopus parried it with ease, but right then the wolf took a firm grasp of the hem of his robe and pulled, strongly. Gakushuu too flung himself at the octopus who fell toward the brook, suddenly shrieking in terror.

Somehow the long tentacles grasped a hold of trees and stones around the brook, stopping the fall in the last moment. The wolf landed on the octopus’s chest and Gakushuu already had the bucket filled with water, about to throw it at his face.

“Surrender!” the wolf growled, and Gakushuu paused. Huh? Wasn’t this a fight to death?

The octopus’s eyes had a strangely panicked look in them (for being nothing but little beads, that is) as he glanced from the growling wolf to Gakushuu grim face and the bucket that had almost been emptied over his head.

“I surrender!” he shrieked.

“Great.” The wolf jumped to the ground and grinned at Gakushuu. “Our victory, comrade!”

“Are we really going to let him live?” Gakushuu asked with a frown. “He was going to kill me!”

“No I wasn’t!” the octopus shouted. “Of course not! What do you take me for, some kind of a monster?”

“…you yourself said you’re the monster of this story,” Gakushuu pointed out.

“Well, yes, but…” The octopus flailed, flustered. “It was just for dramatic effect! Of course I wasn’t going to kill you! Your father would have been so mad with me!”

“Father.” Gakushuu sighed. “Of course. He hired you, didn’t he.” It wasn’t even really a question.

The octopus nodded, looking miserable. “He wanted me to test you, that’s all! I wouldn’t have really eaten you or anything.”

“And that vial… it was your reward, right?”

“Talking about which…” While they were talking, the wolf had gone inside to get the basket. “It belongs to me now, you know.”

“Hey,” Gakushuu said, ignoring the octopus who was wailing something about needing it. “I never said anything about giving it to you.”

“Oh, come now!” The wolf glared at him. “You’d have never done this without my help.”

“That’s debatable,” Gakushuu said, even though, to be honest, it truly wasn’t. He did remember the iron grip of the tentacle that had grabbed him right in the beginning. If the wolf hadn’t come to his help, the fight might have been over right then and there. “But,” he went on magnanimously, “you did come to my aid – even though I never asked for help – and it’s not like I needed that vial for anything, so… you can have it.”

“How very kind of you,” the wolf said dryly. “Would you help me…”

“But!” the octopus wailed. “It was promised to me! And I did my job, so I’ve earned it! Your father told you to give it to me, didn’t he!”

“I was told to give it to my grandmother, and you,” he gave the octopus a long look, “are clearly not that.”

“Buuuut! You don’t understand! I’m under a curse and unless I drink that magic potion I’ll never become human again!”

“Tough luck,” the wolf muttered. “Open it for me, won’t you?”

“So you too want to drink this?” Gakushuu asked, curious.

He picked up the vial and opened it. He glanced at the octopus. There were actual tears flowing down his round cheeks. Gakushuu sighed.

“If my father had this, he can surely get more. Just go ask for another vial”

“Have you ever tried to deal with your father,” the octopus whined. “Who knows what he’ll have me do this time!”

Gakushuu paused. True enough. And perhaps he shouldn’t hold his father’s actions against this octopus. He’d just been doing what he’d been told to, anyway.

“Well then. Fifty-fifty, how about that? Both of you get half of it.”

The wolf gave him a thoughtful look. “I’m not sure if that’ll be enough.”

“You drink half of it,” Gakushuu decreed. “If it’s not enough, you get also the rest.” He looked at the octopus. “That’s the best deal you can get.”

The octopus just nodded, still the epitome of pitifulness.

“Okay then.” Gakushuu carefully poured half of the liquid in the vial to the wolf who drank it. The wolf shimmered softly, his outline grew strangely blurry, and suddenly instead of a wolf a boy was standing there.

“Huh…” He felt carefully his arms and chest and patted then his head, grimacing a little. “I told you it won’t be enough!”

Gakushuu eyes were transfixed on the wolf ears on his head. “That’s not too bad, though, is it?” he said, reaching out. Yeah, the ears were just as fluffy and soft as they looked like. “They’re kind of…” cute, he was going to say, when he suddenly realized he stood there ruffling the ears of a stark naked boy of his own age.

He turned around swiftly, his cheeks hot. “You can have the rest,” he said, giving the vial to the octopus who gave it an uncertain look.

“…if I’m still going to have tentacles…” he mumbled, but still drank the rest of the drink.

Gakushuu waited with mild horror, wondering if they’d end up with some kind of an octopus/human chimera, but in the end the young man who appeared in the place of the octopus looked perfectly normal.

“Hmm,” the wolf-boy said, sounding a bit disappointed. “How boring.”

The man grinned. “Hey, this is…!” Suddenly two tentacles shot out from under his hair, and he gave a startled yelp.

“Oh, that’s more like it!” the ex-wolf stated happily. “Cool.”

Gakushuu sighed, turning away from the man who was freaking out, trying to see his image in the brook’s water. He would certainly have a thing or two to say to his father once he returned home. If he returned. He was certainly more pissed off with the man than probably ever before.

It was already dark. He started walking toward the cabin. He’d spend the night there and decide in the morning what he’d do.

The wolf-boy was suddenly by his side. “So! There’s only one bed there. Shall we share or will you sleep on the floor?”

Gakushuu spluttered. “Why the hell would I sleep on the floor!”

“You’re the one with clothes, so you won’t get cold.” The boy grinned at him, something extremely wolfy in his expression. “Or then we can decide who gets the bed in a fair fight.”

“I’m done with fighting tonight,” Gakushuu muttered. “Whatever. It’s a big enough bed, I guess.”

“Uh, I…” The man had rushed after them and was about to say something.

“You’re not joining us!” Gakushuu exclaimed. “You’ve your robes, you’re fine on the floor.” The man fell silent, a hurt look on his face. Gakushuu paid that no attention but marched into the bedroom, followed by the smirking boy.

“God,” Gakushuu mumbled as he settled down on the bed, still fully clothed. He was so tired. It had been a long day.

The other boy clambered into the bed too. “So,” he said, “what shall we do tomorrow? You wanna stay here or…”

“Who said we’re going to do anything?” Gakushuu said. “What you should do is to find some clothes. I’ll decide what I’m doing tomorrow.”

“I just think we’re a pretty good team, don’t you think? We could go adventuring together! I’m sure that together…”

“Yeah, sure, absolutely. Shut up, I’m tired.”

“Okay, okay. Goodnight then, Shuu.” The boy curled up next to him, a bit too close.

“I told you not to come up with stupid nicknames for me,” Gakushuu mumbled, but he was too tried to be really mad. “Stupid wolf.”

“I’m Karma,” the boy said.

“Figures,” Gakushuu muttered, on the borderline between sleep and waking.

Quite soon the two boys were in a deep sleep. In the other room the man lay awake quite long, trying to decide if he wanted to be the one to tell his employer that his son had eloped with a wolf, or if he should rather just run too while he could.

[altschmerzes]

hiya! despite being on tumblr for years I’ve never actually written an ask before, this is exciting!

I was just wondering how far you’ve written ahead for wriggle up? I read through your whole tag for it yesterday and you’ve posted some snippets taking place s3 (which were so good!) I’m assuming you’ve just wrote those scenes ahead of time when they were in your head but what episodes are you up to in order? if that makes sense.

I haven’t wrote a fic in ages but when I did I was always just kinda winging it, I had a general idea but that was it so I am AMAZED by your level of planning! I think it’s encouraged me to give my abandoned works another shot. I love this fic lots thank you for sharing it with everyone!

wah!!! i'm so so glad you're enjoying it, and i'm DOUBLY glad that it's given you the drive to pick up some abandoned works!! i think that's awesome and i hope it works out well for you. planning used to be the bane of my existence but honestly since i started doing more pre-work and sketching stuff out and plotting it beforehand my ability to actually... finish anything, or even make significant progress into it, has really skyrocketed. i can't recommend it highly enough, especially if you've got anyone you can talk it out with. that's probably the most motivating thing of all!

the question about episodes totally makes sense, since i'm doing a close rewrite, in a sense! i'm about at 1x06, which is gonna span out over the next several chapters. i've got 32k in unposted stuff for this fic, which is scattershot around the seasons, including, as you saw, season 3!! writing things when they're in my head helps keep me motivated, and it gives me fun treats to put in ask games XD

[catherinelid]

@htsan

I wrote a fanfic based on IJAG, too!

I wanted to write this thing for Christmas or New Year's Eve, but I guess it wasn't meant to be. XD

Yule see me on the other side

You don't know how you came to such an idea. Were you just curious about what would come of it, or did you get so bored celebrating New Year's Eve alone? There could be both options at once.

Anyway, here you were. Sitting in a dark room with your back to the front door. In front of you was a mirror and candles lit around it. Before that, you've already tried, it seems, all the fortune-telling that you could think of.

You interpreted randomly opened columns of poems or sentences in books. You lit a candle, poured the melted wax into the water and tried to make out some fanciful images in the frozen figures. You dealt the cards. You listened carefully to the sounds outside the window. You even threw a boot over your shoulder on the street…

…Which landed on the roof of your house. It's a good thing that you used your old boot for this.

And now it's nearing midnight, you stare into the dark mirror until your eyes hurt, feeling a strange mixture of anxiety and excitement, hoping at some point to see his face in the reflection…

***

Sans was celebrating New Year's Eve with his family and friends when he was suddenly overcome by an inexplicable melancholy. It was their first New Year since you freed the monsters and they moved to the surface in their world.

Sans had been feeling a bit strange these past few days. Like... his connection to your world has become stronger, clearer, more stable. He could sense your moods even better than ever during your ‘conversations’. Sometimes it seemed to him that if he looked a little closer, he could see your face. That if he reached out, he could feel your warmth. Sans even thought that this was it, the barrier between you was beginning to weaken. He spent more and more time trying to figure it out. But strangely, no calculations, no experiments with the barrier, no instrument readings, nothing confirmed the idea that the barrier was weakening. Everything was the same as ever. And that was even more baffling.

The sadness he felt at that moment reminded him of you too. It even seemed that some barely discernible voice was calling him somewhere. Soon, this feeling was replaced by another one. Sans felt uncharacteristically restless. The strange urge to run out of the house was growing.

Finally Sans couldn't take it anymore. After the chimes and mutual congratulations, he excused himself to go outside for some fresh air.

The sky was clear with stars and a full moon, which seemed especially beautiful this night. Surprisingly, there were no sounds, only fresh snow cheekily crunched underfoot when walking. At one point, it even felt like the whole world was empty and Sans was completely alone in it. In this void, a voice was even more clearly heard, calling to the forest that was not far from the house.

Sans kept thinking of you on the road. How are you doing in your world? Are you having fun now? In the course of your ‘conversations’ it became clear that your worlds were quite similar, you celebrated almost the same holidays. Moreover, it turned out that the time in your worlds was about the same, too.

Sans mentally wished you all the best, because you deserve it. For striving to always make the right choice, even when it wasn't easy. For all your kindness and understanding, for your willingness to listen and help. For your loyalty and dedication. For your optimism. For your patience. For your passion. Love. Determination. For remaining you despite everything.

As beautiful as the surface was, without you it seemed... incomplete. Sans missed you so much. There wasn't a day when he didn't think of you, making up jokes in hopes of someday actually telling them to you, of hearing you laugh.

As he walked like that, lost in thought, he did not notice that he had travelled quite a distance.

The things you make him do.

However, after crossing a small, non-frozen stream that was in the forest, Sans began to feel a bit out of place. Sans had been to these places often. Papyrus, out of old habit, insisted on setting up a puzzle or two in this forest as well for humans' amusement, and asked Sans to help him when Frisk or Undyne were busy. And how could he say no to his brother?

Especially since trolling Paps in the process definitely made it worth it.

Anyway, Sans knew this forest pretty well. But now it seemed… different somehow. The feeling of anxiety grew stronger. It also seemed familiar for some reason, as if Sans had experienced something similar before.

Bright lights appeared ahead and Sans came out of the forest... on a completely unfamiliar street. Nearby, houses decorated for the New Year could be seen, flashing all kinds of colors. One of them especially caught Sans’ attention. There was nothing special about this house, but he was drawn to it like a magnet. A few moments later, Sans found himself at the doorstep of this house without noticing.

He should have left. After all, Sans had entered private property uninvited. But not only did he not leave, he rang the doorbell for some reason.

This is bad.

A bell was heard from the other side. But nobody came.

Sans called again. What was wrong with him, why did he keep doing that? The reply was silence again.

He rang one more time.

Suddenly something fell off the roof. It was a boot, dragging some snow along with it and landing next to Sans, pointing its toe at him.

Weird, what was it doing on the roof?

He was distracted from these thoughts by the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door. His non-existent heart sank into his heels.

“Who's there?” - asked the voice. That voice... Even though Sans had never heard it before, it seemed so familiar, as if he had known the owner of that voice for an eternity.

"yule" - he replied with a tremor in his voice.

For a few moments there was silence again. Then the voice asked slowly, as if in shock.

"Y-yule who?"

"yule see me on the other side!" - Sans said with a self-satisfied smile.

There was a loud gleeful laugh and the sound of a door opening.

***

You were still looking in the mirror when the doorbell rang. But you weren't expecting anyone, even this New Year's Eve.

When you came to the door and asked who was behind it, the answer just shocked you. There was no doubt that it was him. Sans. The voice was exactly the same as you always imagined it to be.

After recovering from the initial shock and laughing heartily at Sans’ silly joke, you finally opened the door. In front of you really stood the one you had been longing to see all this time. For about a minute you just stood there looking at each other, trying to memorise everything down to the smallest detail.

“y/n?”

“Sans”

Was all you could say at the moment to each other.

Then Sans smiled a bit wider, his cheeks blue.

"hey there. don't you know how to greet an old pal?" - he said.

You felt like you were bursting out at those words. You started crying and hugged Sans with all your might.

"w-woah there. that's not what i had in mind" – he breathed.

“shhh” - he soothed you, rubbing circles on your back – “i'm here. no need to cry. you know, i'd prefer to see ya smiling instead.”

“But how is that possible, how did you end up in my world?” - you asked, calming down a little.

“dunno. i just went out for a walk and found myself... here. i'm just as confused as you are” – Sans shrugs.

“although, maybe i should ask you how i ended up here. throughout this strange adventure, i felt as if i was being led by something. and not to mention that boot that fell from the roof” – Sans nodded at a shoe lying in the snow nearby – “what were you doing here, hmm? did you try to summon me? do you have some magic powers as well now or something?” – Sans asked with a playful wink – “stars, you never cease to amaze me.”

Now it's your turn to blush. Why is he always so observant? And what are you supposed to tell him? You had a sudden urge to change the subject.

It's only now that you notice you're still standing on the doorstep, letting the wind into the house.

“Oh, where are my manners?” – you said – “Come on in. Do you want some cocoa? Made to my special recipe.”

“if it's as sweet as you and as warm as your smile, i won't say no. i got chilled to the bone while talking to you there, heh.”

That's it. You're sure your face is as red as holly berries.

“but as i see it, you don't need a warm-up. at least your face looks pretty hot” – Sans said with mischief in his eyes and barely suppressed laughter.

“Oh, just get in already.”

***

For the next couple of hours you just sat in the living room on the sofa under a plaid, drinking cocoa and chatting about everything in the world. It really felt like you've known each other forever, but along with that you could talk and talk and never get bored of each other.

And then you came up with an idea. Despite the fact that you didn't really want to get out of your cozy nest, you wanted to show Sans your favorite place in the town. Fortunately, it was not so far away.

“tibia honest, i don’t wanna go somewhere else,” – Sans said to answer your offer.

You became a little upset at it.

“but if this place is special to you, i'll follow you wherever it is, even if it's in another world. i guess today's event won't let me lie on that.” – Sans added.

You perk up again.

“One moment, I'll get dressed in no time” - you said, pulling on your warmest clothes – “It's got a view you won't regret…”

***

When you got to your destination, there was hardly anyone there anymore. It was a small amusement park that served as a kind of square in winter, where people from all over the neighbourhood gathered to celebrate Christmas and New Year's Eve.

The night time, coupled with the garland-lit figures peeking out from around the corner here and there, made the place truly magical. There was also a skating rink and a large Christmas tree standing in the centre of the park. During the daytime, there were children running around and adults chatting nicely with each other. Having the time of their lives.

Like in Snowdin. Flashed through your head. Why are you always comparing your world to his?

“what's that?” – asked Sans, interrupting your train of thought.

“Hm, what?”

“what is this place for?” – Sans asked again, pointing to the skating rink.

“Why, it's the skating rink” – you answered.

“skating… rink?” – Sans looked a bit confused.

“Well, yeah, people skate on it.”

Sans continued to look at you with a blank stare.

“Oh. My. God. You've lived most of your life in Snowdin and you don't know what a skating rink is? Didn't any of the monsters try to skate on the ice for fun? You're losing a lot. Next time we will definitely go for a ride.”

“next time?”

“Why not? If it worked out once, maybe it'll work out next time. At least I hope so.”

“yeah, me too.”

So you made it to the Christmas tree. It stood, stretching almost all the way to the sky and twinkling lights in a friendly way.

“hey, i wanted to ask you, if you don’t mind” - Sans interrupted the silence again.

You made a ‘go ahead’ gesture.

“why is this place special to you? i mean, don't get me wrong. it's really pretty n’all, but what makes it different from all the other beautiful places?”

Your face has taken a somewhat melancholic expression at his question.

“I used to visit here a lot when I was a kid” – you answered – “Also, my family and I always spent time here together for Christmas and New Year's holidays.”

“…and where's your family now?”

“Let's just say, we don't talk a lot anymore” – you said, ducking your head to conceal the gathering tears.

“jeez, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-” - Sans started to apologise in a panic.

“No, it's fine. You didn't know.” - you said, raising your head again.

“but still. hey,” – Sans said, gently wiping the remnants of tears from your cheeks – “i don't know what's going on in your relationship with family, and you don't have to talk about it now if it's hard for you. but if you’ll ever need any advice on the subject, you can always come to me. i'm sure we'll figure something out. together.”

You smiled and replied a single ‘thank you’.

“hold on, if you said you always came here with your family and you wanted to bring me here, does that mean that you consider me...”

Sans was interrupted by a sudden noise that made both of you jump on the spot. Fireworks. From somewhere in the distance, shining lines soared into the sky, scattering into dozens of multicolored sparks. You watched the light show for some time.

It's been a few years since you've barely celebrated New Year's Eve. Why celebrate if you don't have anyone to share it with, right? It didn't seem to make any sense. Not for you. You didn't even know how to celebrate alone and have fun.

But now, in Sans' company, you didn't feel so lonely anymore. For the first time in a long time, you enjoyed having a little stroll. Of course, you'd want to make friends with more people and you felt that a start had been made. With his support, you felt you were willing to take risks.

You turned to Sans to ask him if he liked the fireworks. The way he looked at you expressed so much tenderness that you thought you would melt, despite the freezing cold around you.

“i love the way the sparkle of the fireworks is reflected in your eyes” – he said.

You giggled and closed the distance between the two of you. You just wanted to give him a quick peck, but Sans seemingly had a different intention. He wrapped his arms around you and deepened the kiss. You closed your eyes and enjoyed this moment between the two of you.

With the last of the fireworks you opened your eyes. There was only an increasing wind nearby. But it no longer bothered you.

Looking up, you saw stars that reminded you of his gaze. Now he is always with you.

[sadistic-kiss]

it's lore anon again! 🙆🏻‍♀️ Long time since I barged in the chef's kitchen ehehe

I've been wondering about the initial gentle treatment from Raven's first alpha encounter (Toji and Sukuna) after escaping. I recall you wrote the bards to be Megs (Toji's son, duh) and Yuji (as Sukuna's brother) and they were the first to comment that Raven's like, a different person (mostly Yuji from what I remember). I kinda wonder if one of em ever mentioned Raven was lil off to their dad/bro.

Also now that I think about it, how awkward would that be, being bosses around by a complete bitch the whole time and going "damn I hope pa doesn't bang that one". Like you're work involves you knowing your relative is gonna lay one of your clients 💀 love your writing!!

How can you barge into my kitchen when the door was already open for you 😏

So I’ll give you some background to the situation but it will be explained in more details later.

The ball that is following Raven used to watch all of the omegas for a couple of months. The alphas couldn’t decide together in which omega they wanted so they agreed to just go with dove as a last ditch effort. They didn’t really see an omega they truly wanted. That’s where the game comes in. When we play as dove we are trying to get the alphas to love us but dove in a sense is just a blank slate.

Raven was much too bitchy for their liking, only Sukuna liked her but in a way to be challenged if that makes sense. So she had like the lowest votes.

So the ball ended up following dove around until one interaction occurs between reader and Dove- within this one interaction they were able to see something was suspicious because we didn’t follow ravens mean mo. So they got curious of us and had the ball follow us and watched us do completely DIFFERENT things than they had first witnessed. Of course we as the reader/character don’t know the ball even existed but when we figure it out we are like that kind of makes sense because how would you lose and gain love points in the game when your alphas weren’t even around for it?

Needless to say within the span of us being there they watched and found us truly fascinating. Especially since we knew certain things we most certainly should not have known. Nanami was the only one against us because he felt like we were too good to be true and very suspicious of us since our attitude changed out of the blue. So he was for sure expecting us to give it out all when they arrived that is until… WE FUCKING RAN AWAY!

So then they are like wtf????!

So they watch us more. Becoming increasingly more interested in us and falling in love with our choices without us even realizing it. We were kind to people, we were strong, and we were independent and gave zero fucks, but we were also cute and shy about certain things.

And that’s how we got to where we are now ~

We just continue to blow their minds lol.

So…hmmm did I answer your question lol XD

Oh yes Megumi and Yuuji kind of do their own thing, they aren’t as close to Toji and Sukuna like you think. So it wasn’t that weird for them lol. Toji is still kind of a deadbeat in this and Sukuna isn’t the nicest to his brother but he considers it tough love 😂. But Megumi’s and Yuuji just play and enjoy music while traveling together like the cute couple they are ✨

If there’s something I didn’t answer please ask me haha I try my best to answer without spoiling too much 👌

[amethystina]

Hello, I hope you're having a wonderful day so far! 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

May i ask the following questions from the Fan Fic Writer Asks:

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Happy new year ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

Alrighty!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

I actually looked this up a week ago and the total right now is 24. But that includes some fics that I haven't actually started writing yet. And some are just ideas I want to write but might have to abandon once my sense catches up with me. I guess we'll see?

Either way, it's definitely more projects than I would want, which is why I hope to finish some of them during 2025. Especially since some of the old ones only have one or two chapters left. Or are oneshots I just didn't finish. Like, how hard can it be?

So that's definitely a goal for this year. I want to finish at least five of my current WIPs, preferably more.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

A couple, yeah. One is The Hat Hypothesis which I figured would just be another one of my appreciated yet still not overly popular The Losers fics but, somehow, it ended up being one of my most appreciated ones? Which is by no means a bad thing! I just didn't expect it, nor do I know why so many people like it more than the others. But, at the same time, that's not for me to know or decide xD

Another is Who Holds the Devil which... well, I didn't really know what I expected with that one but I know for a fact that it wasn't what I got. I was terrified before I started posting it and was kind of hoping to just quietly push it out there without anyone noticing and be done with it. But, uh, that obviously didn't happen. Not just the part where I thought it would go more or less unnoticed, but also how much time and effort I would devote to it. I definitely didn't expect it to become as big as it is now, both in terms of its popularity and its length.

And, to balance things out a bit, Losing You (Is My Supervillain Origin Story) is a fic I expected to be more popular than it ended up being. The premise is a little clumsy, admittedly, but people tend to like a little darkness and, at the time I wrote it, it was the darkest I had chosen to write Bucky. But maybe the depiction of grief scared people off? Or the flimsy plot? Who knows? xD Either way, it remains one of my least popular Winteriron fics (by quite a margin) and I'm still not sure why. But there you go!

18. What's one of your favourite lines you've written in a fic?

There are, obviously, quite a lot of them considering the sheer number of sentences I've written. Many I don't even remember anymore. But one that's always stood out to me is from You Only Live Twice, said by Fury to Tony:

"You might have forgotten how to live in this world, but I'm willing to bet that you still want to save it."

It makes a lot more sense within context, but I always felt that it was a very Fury thing to say and, well, pretty poetic? I think that fic has a lot of banger sentences, in fact.

20. What's a favourite title for a fic you've written?

Again, I have more than one since it's just very difficult to pick. But my top choices are:

Who Holds the Devil - For how utterly perfect it is. Not just because it's a quote from Faust — which is one of the sources of inspiration for the drama — but also because it poses a question that is the basis for the entire fic, even if we all already know the answer. Because it's Ga On, of course. Ga On holds the devil.

Until Death Do Us Unite - Because I like a good wordplay or a twist on an established expression. And this one just felt so obvious considering the drama, the characters, and the premise of the fic. Moon Jo and Jong Woo will be together forever indeed. It doesn't matter that one of them is clinically dead.

Losing You (Is My Supervillain Origin Story) - I just felt very clever when I came up with it, I guess? I like how descriptive it is and the fact that even if the fic could just have been called "Losing You" the sentence within the parenthesis reveals a lot about what the story is actually going to be about.

Hyperborean - Because sometimes I like to be very concise and, in this case, it made perfect sense to just name the fic "it be FECKIN' cold" because, I mean, yeah. It's hella cold xD

These four also neatly sum up my most popular ways of naming a fic. That's to say a) steal a quote from someone else, b) cheekily twist an existing expression to fit my needs, c) a sentence followed by another sentence in a parenthesis that builds on the first one in the most pretentious way possible, and d) the most bluntly obvious and unimaginative — yet descriptive — title in the history of titles.

I think D is the one I use the most often.

Thank you so much for all the questions and a Happy New Year to you too! 💜

Fanfic Writer Asks

[awwyeah107]

My 2024 Fics Review

This is a round-up of the fics I published in 2024—including a list of the fics, some of my thoughts on each of them, and a customized AO3 wrapped of my own :)

Quick list of my fics this year:

Lost and Found (9,489 words, 3 chapters, T)

Meeting the In-Laws (1,280 words, oneshot, G)

but for the look in his eyes (10,057 words, 3 chapters [in-progress], M)

A Rude Awakening (1,600 words, oneshot, G)

Mondays In Imladris (1,127 words, oneshot, G)

I'm putting my thoughts on my fics and the AO3 wrapped below the cut. Names of the fics below are colored just to make it easier to distinguish where I start talking about a different fic, there's no specific reason for the colors other than I like them. All links for my fics go to AO3.

Lost and Found (9,489 words, 3 chapters, T)

Date/month published: April

One-sentence summary: In the aftermath of the second kinslaying, Maglor and Maedhros are faced with the disappearance of a pair of twins; years later, another pair of twins—this time under the Fëanorians’ care—are missing.

My thoughts: I’m going to be completely honest: I adore this fic. When browsing through the lists of AO3 wrapped questions, the question “What was your favorite work you published this year?” came up, and as I ran through the list of fics I published in 2024, this one gave me the clearest sense of warmth and fondness. I love each of my published works for different reasons and in different ways, but this one has had the most “straightforward” timeline of writing, publishing, getting interaction, and rereading—and I’ve enjoyed every bit of it. One of the reasons I wrote this fic was because I had been thinking about how Maedhros would have reacted to the news that Eluréd and Elurín had been left in the woods, and I wanted to write about that. I didn’t want to leave it there, though; I really wanted to give Maedhros some hope, and so came the idea to write a follow-up kidnap fam story where Elrond and Elros get lost in the woods and Maglor and Maedhros find them. (I had intended to draw parallels of twins being lost, which I…sort of did. Looking back, I could have tried doing that more strongly; I think the story would have come out differently, which would have been fine, but I believe I ultimately succeeded in writing the story I wanted to write—and read.) Many parts of this story came easily to me (that first scene just flowed so easily, like water down a stream), but I took my time working through the writing process and not rushing it. I had originally started writing it midway through 2023, wrote a lot of it through the fall, gave it a pause in early 2024, and returned to it in the spring (by which point, it mainly required editing). I feel like I learned a lot through writing this fic, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even the frustrating parts, because I was writing. I could say so much more about this fic, but I’ve already said a lot, so perhaps another time. XD

Meeting the In-Laws (1,280 words, oneshot, G)

Date/month published: August

One-sentence summary: Caranthir is nervous about meeting Haleth’s father and brother for the first time; Haleth is sure everything will go well.

My thoughts: This one was so fun. I have never, ever come up with a fic idea, wrote it, and published it in the same day. Granted, it helped that this was fairly short, and I didn’t feel the need to give it a very defined setting XD As I put in my author’s notes: “So, this morning, the idea of Caranthir meeting Haleth’s father and brother and being awkward and nervous about it popped into my head. As soon as I could, I started writing it, and then bam, the fic basically wrote itself with minimal editing. It practically fell out of my brain fully formed, which virtually never happens.” I was thinking about Silm characters during my work shift, as one does, and then had the idea for the fic, kept getting ideas for what to write, finally wrote down a few snippets on my phone to keep for later, and then immediately picked it up as soon as I could after work. It quickly coagulated into a light, humorous, sweet fic with a somewhat serious yet warm undertone. (Now I feel like I’m giving a review for a drink of some kind XD) I really enjoyed writing all of Caranthir and Haleth’s interactions; some of the phrasing for the meeting was tricky to work out, but I felt like it all came together pretty well in the end. I doubt I’ll write and finish anything this quickly again—my stories very rarely form so fast, and I really do like taking my time on the writing journey—but it was a fun challenge that I think worked because I wasn’t pressuring myself.

but for the look in his eyes (10,057 words, 3 chapters [in-progress], M)

Date/month published: August (last updated in November)

One-sentence summary: Celebrimbor sneaks out to accompany Maedhros to the parley with Morgoth, and he is captured instead of Maedhros.

My thoughts: I love writing this fic and am intimidated by it in equal measure. It’s the kind of fic I never thought I’d write, largely because I didn’t think I had it in me to write a long during/post-Thangorodrim type fic. However, after I initially came up with the idea of Celebrimbor being taken instead of Maedhros (which happened because of theScrap_Witch’s fic “Despair Like Poison”), I found that I kept thinking of what might happen in that sort of story. As you can see in my comment thread on that fic, I kept coming up with more and more ideas for it. The story started to come together in my head and I was like “am I doing this now?……yeah. I think I am.” So I began writing. And I kept getting ideas. I’ve gotten SO MUCH inspiration for it over the last several months. I have tons of scattered scenes and snippets for it, and I have a basic outline that’s gotten more and more complex as I go. I’ve written multi-chapter stories before, but never published any, and never really finished them either. Lost and Found is the exception to that, but I had all of it finished (with a very few last minute edits) before I published it, and it wasn’t a very long fic. This one almost immediately started shaping up to be a (probably much) longer fic, and the fact that I started publishing this without having it all written feels a bit like diving into deep water. I really want to be able to finish it, for myself and for readers. Honestly, the readers are a fair amount of motivation right now, because I could see myself at some point going “eh, I’ve worked on this a bunch, I generally know how it ends, I can live without having written all of it.” But the thing is, nobody else knows how it ends. I’m a little terrified I won’t finish it, especially because the ending right now still feels very open-ended (ha), but I am trying not to think about that and simply focus on expanding what I have. I keep having to remind myself that the readers don’t know what happens next, and I may not know specifics, but I do know some of the long term things and the overall shape and form of the story. Every so often I’ll get what I call an “evil thought” (usually a flash of an idea for something ultra-angsty to add to the story, whether it’s a scene or an action or a line), and I’ll throw my head back and give a villainous cackle…no, not really. But I’ll grin and generally get excited, because oh boy, this is going to cause the characters so much painnnnnn and give the readers SO many feels. So far, out of all the chapters, the first chapter is my favorite. I certainly like the other two. But it’s the first fruit of the initial idea that sprang into my head, and I’m really proud of it. There’s a lot of feeling in it, a lot of hopefulness and shock and angst. I worked really hard to flesh it all out, and I am quite happy with the result. As for 2025, I truly have no idea how far I’ll get with this fic this year. It would be awesome if I managed to finish it, yet I could see it taking longer than a year (I mean, I spent roughly 8 months on Lost and Found, which is just three chapters long). I haven’t had a lot of inspiration for it lately, though I think that’s partially due to current life circumstances and stresses. It’s also a pretty dark fic (which I waxed eloquent about in my author’s note for the first chapter, and could wax eloquent on more tbh XD), and so I can only take writing so much at a time. All that being said…it would be pretty cool if I could get it done this year. Or at least through a certain chapter that’s a bit of a turning point ;)

A Rude Awakening (1,600 words, oneshot, G)

Date/month published: October

One-sentence summary: In which Maitimo is the latest victim of Makalaurë’s early morning bagpipe playing.

My thoughts: Writing this one filled me with absolute glee. As I mentioned, I had a lot of fun writing Meeting the In-Laws, but this one was fun in a slightly different way—I think because I’ve had real-life experiences that helped me to write it well. (I’ve never been woken up by bagpipes like Maedhros was, but I know people who do play pipes and knew enough about the instrument itself to describe things in the fic.) There were some parts to write that were more difficult than I expected: It took a little while for me to figure out exactly what Maedhros had done to annoy Maglor, and the explanations or backstory for certain things (like why the family didn’t often go to Maglor’s bagpipe competitions) felt like they dragged a little. Those were the weakest points of the fic, but I think they were rather necessary to fill it out. However, I really enjoyed writing the rude awakening itself, as well as Maglor and Maedhros’ interactions; those parts flowed quite easily. I’m quite happy with how I established Maglor and Maedhros’ dynamic. Also, I knew right from the start that it was a fic largely for myself; I definitely wrote it with Alantie (dreamingthroughthenoise here on Tumblr) in mind because it was our conversation that inspired this, and I planned on sharing/publishing it, but it’s also one of the fics I wrote simply because I loved the idea. (I think it’s also why some of that exposition stuff felt forced, at least to me: I didn’t need to write it down for myself, but the readers needed it.) In any case, even with a bit of clunkiness, it’s still fun to read and fun to recall the memories of writing it.

Mondays In Imladris (1,127 words, oneshot, G)

Date/month published: September (for Imladris Week)

One-sentence summary: Imladris is filled with magic that allows it to move rooms, hallways, and any part of its structure, causing both whimsy and mayhem for the residents.

My thoughts: I really hope I can do more with this AU, because I love the concept so much! I reread this fic for my review, and I genuinely enjoyed it. It feels polished, like I had hoped it would when I published it, and I’m still very happy with my lively writing tone. To be honest, I was kind of hoping for a little more interaction than this fic got (don’t get me wrong, I was delighted with the couple of comments it got!), but I know it’s an AU of a niche book series, so I can’t be surprised. I wrote this not only out of love for Imladris but also out of love for the Castle Glower series, and I can feel that fondness seeping through the words. Once I had the idea for this fic, I wrote a whole lot of stuff and then did SO MUCH editing and sanding down. I worked really hard to get the phrasing and tone right, and I think I managed to smooth out any roughness and keep the voicing pretty consistent throughout! And since I wrote a lot that I didn’t use in this fic, I have some snippets that I might form into fully-fledged oneshots…we shall see :)

AO3 Wrapped Questions

(From the AO3 wrapped list I used last year and the one I found this year. I like statistics when it comes to Spotify Wrapped, but I don't really care for stats much on AO3—I'd rather focus on things I can write about instead of kudos and hits, so that's what I'm doing!)

How many fics did you post this past year + biggest surprise while writing this year? I published 5 fics, and the surprise is that I published more than 1, lol! 4 out of those 5 were unplanned as of the start of 2024, which very much surprised me. (Lost and Found was the only fic I published that I had planned/hoped to publish when I started the year.) I’ve historically taken a long time to write fics, even oneshots, so the fact that I wrote several (I’m including individual chapters of “but for the look in his eyes”) in less than a year was exciting. Of my 5 fics, 3 were oneshots and 2 were multi-chapter fics.

How many published works are you leaving unfinished going into the new year? 1 (“but for the look in his eyes”).

What are you most proud of accomplishing in your writing goals / published works this past year? I didn’t specifically set any writing goals for 2024, but I really hoped I would be able to get Lost and Found done and published, and I did!

Do you have playlists for any of your fics/wips? Yes! I have a playlist for Lost and Found. I also am slowly building a playlist for “but for the look in his eyes,” but I haven't revealed it yet.

Favorite title you used? I answered this one in an ask, but I wanted to include that in my fic round-up/review, so here’s what I put: I'd say it's tied between A Rude Awakening and Mondays In Imladris. "A Rude Awakening" was just SO perfect for the fic, and it leapt into my mind as soon as I thought "what should the title for this fic be?". "Mondays In Imladris" fit the naming convention for the Castle Glower book series (the titles are all "[day]" at/in [place]"), and the point of the fic was that it was a Castle Glower AU, so I was delighted to name it the same way.

What work was the quickest to write? Meeting the In-Laws, by far; I wrote it in a single day. XD

What work took you the longest to write? Lost and Found—it took roughly 8 months.

How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? By “in my docs” I’m counting that as “I’ve actually started writing these/have a really detailed outline,” lol! I have two Tolkien ones and two Inkheart ones, so four in total. No clue if I’ll finish any of them in 2025, but I hope so! Whether or not I finish them, I definitely want to work on them.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? “but for the look in his eyes” :)

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? I came up with this one and it always makes me laugh: “No beta we die like…uh…never mind,” which I initially came up with to use on Lost and Found. It was because I was originally going to say “No beta we die like Eluréd and Elurín,” but I was like “oooh, that is so blunt and it’s sad, I don’t know if I really want to say that!”, so I essentially wrote down what I was thinking XD and just kept using it because I liked it.

Which published work of yours have you reread the most? Ooooo, this one’s hard, but I think either Lost and Found or “but for the look in his eyes”. I do tend to reread fics or parts of fics multiple times in the few days after I publish, so I think because they both have multiple chapters, they’ve gotten more rereads from me overall.

What do you listen to while writing? 95% instrumental folk music with adventure vibes (from composers I found on YouTube), 5% other stuff that goes along with what I’m writing in the fic XD Adrian Von Ziegler gets a lot of listening time from me (he actually ended up being my top artist on Spotify this year!!! That’s definitely thanks to listening to songs on loop while writing fic), and so do Peter Crowley and Brunuhville.

Share a line/paragraph/snippet that you were especially proud of (or one of your favorites) from a work this year! There are so many parts from each of my fics that I enjoy, but this was one bit of dialogue I particularly loved from Meeting the In-Laws:

He let out a deep sigh. “Okay. But…what do I say to them?” His voice had become a whine.

“Just be yourself.”

Caranthir’s expression conveyed skepticism about this idea. “Love, I don’t think my ‘self’ is the most pleasant person to be around. As you should know.”

“Alright, then, be yourself on your best behavior.”

Give us a sneak peek of one of your upcoming works! This is one of my favorite snippets from an Inkheart fic I’m writing. Context: Mo is teaching Dustfinger about things in our world today.

[Mo is speaking here] "Virtually nobody living in society would go to bathe in a river or outdoor water source. In fact, if you spend a while in water outside—for example, in a lake—it’s common to come in and wash off in the shower.”

Dustfinger stared at him like he had two heads. “You get under a stream of water…to clean yourself from just having been in water.”

When one put it that way, it did sound kind of funny.

AO3 wrapped questions that I came up with and wanted to answer :)

Describe each of your published fics from this year in one word. Lost and Found - classic Meeting the In-laws - spontaneous but for the look in his eyes - in-progress A Rude Awakening - bagpipes Mondays In Imladris - whimsical

What did you learn from your writing this year? First, that I tend to write VERY long intro author’s notes XD I also learned how to let a scene breathe a little more, that I don’t have to narrate everything in a scene, that I can take my time (and taking my time often leads to better writing), that writing ending author’s notes is harder to do than I thought, that writing in present tense takes some getting used to and influences my word choice, how to explore a character’s emotions more, how to use punctuation more stylistically to convey a feeling or thought even when it’s not entirely grammatically correct, that it helps to relax and write characters based on my own understanding of them instead of fanon interpretation/what I’ve seen, that my own interpretation and understanding of a character will grow as I write them, that getting the tags and formatting and stuff ready for publishing fics always takes longer than I think it will, and that some fics will come easier than others—and that’s okay.

What fandoms have you not written for that you would like to in 2025/the future? I’ve had a few ideas for Longmire fics after watching the TV show this year, so it would be cool to actually get into writing those!

Also, thank you so, so, SO much to anyone who's commented on my fics this past year. As I wrote in my Thanksgiving post, I always get excited when I see a comment in my inbox, and they really do mean a lot. ❤️

Finally: if you got all the way to the end of reading this, thank you! Hope you enjoyed :)

[fl3shm4id3n]

Hello again! It's me the person who requested the hybrid reader! Before I go on I just wanted to say that I absolutely adored what you wrote and loved how you added ninat as the readers mom and I really appreciate your hard work! Since you wrote the reader to be omatikaya can I request a metkayena hybrid? It's the same as before scientists abandoned reader but this time ronal finds reader passed out and takes reader to heal them and see what happened to them, after that she asks reader why they're like this so reader explains everything and ronal adopts reader, after that the sully family arrives and they're really surprised to see a hybrid like that, hopefully I didn't write too much and I want you to take as much time as you need and remember to drink water and rest!!! :D, also Im gonna put this star 𖤐 so whenever I request something you know it's me, hope you have a great day!

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐚, 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ! (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ),ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏꜱ x ᴍᴇᴛᴀ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: child abandonment, child neglect, mentions of experimenting on a fetus, reader has a bit of PTASD and thalassophobia.

A/N: I'm glad you liked the first fic! I was actually planning on writing another one of these, but a Metkayina hybrid XD did we think of the same thing? Anyway, thanks you for your kinds words and for sending in your other request! I did know how the emoji anon works, but now I do, thank you again.♡

Have a nice day/night and have a good rest, you deserve it :)

Masterlist

The Tulkun had returned, after the small welcoming ceremony, the Tulkun had gone off to roam around the sea around the Village. Ronal had finished her duties, so she went to go see Roa and catch up with her. Ever since the birth of her children, Ronal has been talking to Roa about both Ao'nung and Tsireya, she really loved her children and she wanted to share that love with Roa.

When she arrived to where her and Roa normally med up, she noticed something laying on Roa's right eye. Ronal thought that she must have been hurt, but when she saw what it was, she was beyond shocked. "I see you sister" Ronal sighed to the Tulkun, who had also greeted her sister. "I found a child on her own out here" she said towards the Tsahik, who was now sitting on her right fin to look at the so called child.

But this child wasn't any ordinary child, she was a particular child. Ronal got a better look at her. She was a human child, or was she? Ronal noticed how her skin was marked with darker lines, similar to her wavy stripes, her little arms and ankles were a bit wider, similar to fins. Then she saw her little pointed ears, along with more dark marking on her face and cheeks, her feline like nose and for sure her eyes must be wider. Her tale was similar as well and she had a little queue coming down from her short hair.

Ronal couldn't tell because she was asleep, she also noticed a white hospital gown on the child and a small band wrapped around her left arm, it had some kind of serial number on it and a small titled 'Project Pandora 001'. "Sister, you must help this child" Roa begged Ronal who was still looking at the unconscious child. Should she really? This child was a human, but also a na'vi of her kind. She stopped to think, but finally came to a decision. "I will" Ronal signed to Roa. In which the Tulkun thanked her sister.

On the way back to the village, Ronal had you cradled close to her chest. You very small compared to a na'vi child, it would make sense due to being human but you were also a hybrid of a Metkayina. Ronal also noticed how you got closer to her warmth and shivered a bit, it must have been due to you being cold.

When she arrived, she carried you in her big arms, while she made her way back to her marui, she was greeted by some villagers, but they also couldn't help but noticed the small child in her arms. They had grown curious on why the Tsahik had a small human child. She finally made it to the small home, and was greeted by her children and her husband. Just like the other villagers, they were surprised when they saw you in Ronal arms.

Ronal had laid you down in a matt and got to work checking on you. The whole time, Tsireya and Ao'nung watched their mother do her ritual but they were also looking at you, studying your features. Tonowari didn't interrupt his wife's ritual, just like his children, he studied you. Seen how you were a human, but also had Metkayina features, he knew right away that you were the creation of humans.

Finally you were responding, they watched as you slowly opened your eyes, exposing that you had a third eyelid and the color of your eyes were similar to the Metkayina's green and blue. "Doctor?" that was all your tiny voice had manage to say. Then you saw up, and noticed how you weren't in the lab. You noticed the family that was now staring at you, you felt small due to them being bigger, even the kids that looked around your age were bigger.

Tonowari was first one to speak. "Who are you?" he asked, he sounded kind of scary since his voice was loud and a bit demanding. Then Ronal gave him a look, a little warning to show that you were obviously scared and confused. "I'm sorry about him, what is your name?" she asked, almost too sweetly. You shyly looked at the Tsahik, but responded. "I'm Experiment number 001" you said, this make Ao'nung scoff. "What kind of name is that?" Tsireya then gave him a light smack on the back of his head, causing him to glare at her.

"Where are you from?" Ronal asked again. "From the lab" you said, playing with the trim of the hospital gown. "A Human lab?" Tonowari asked, less demanding this time. You nodded. "Where are your parents?" Tsireya asked, looking at you, very tempted to go over where you were. "I don't have parents, I'm with the doctors" you said, making the couple look at each other, with concern. "You don't have a mother or father?" Ronal asked and you shock his head. "No, I was made in the lab."

"How!?" Ao'nung yelled, now very curious on how you were created, but he received a glare from his mother which made him nervous. "I don't know how to explain, but I was told that I made in a tank. A lady placed an egg in the tank and then I grew. I think the egg was me" you explained, this kind of made the couple worry. "How did you end up here?" Tsireya asked again. "I don't know, I was instructed to to swim a mile, just like every day, but when I went back to the ship, it was gone."

This made Ronal and Tonowari's stomach's drop. The same humans that had created you had abandoned you on your own, in the middle of the ocean, one of the most dangerous bodies of water. The couple then look at one another, as if they were having a silent conversation between one another. Tsireya had got closer to you, looking at your markings and other features with curiosity. You showed her your little arms, seeing that you had the same wavy marking on your skin.

After the couple had their silent conversation then turned to you. "How would you like it, if you had a family?" Tonowari asked, this made your ears perk up by the question. "Really, but who'd take me?" You asked, making Ronal respond to your question. "Us, we'll take you in" she said, this made your small tail kind of wag, lightly tapping on the wooden floor. "Promise you won't leave me?" you asked, this almost made Tonowari's heart break. He picked you up and placed you on his lap. "We promise, that we'll never leave you." You wrapped your little arms around his huge torso, hugging him tightly.

It had been announced that the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk had adopted a child, they village was told that they must treat you the way they treat their children, since you were now their daughter. Just like every na'vi, you received a Songcord and a First Breath Ceremony, this was to show that you were now born again as one of them, and later on in life, you'll be a Metkayina. Sure, you were already late, but it was still done.

Ronal had began to teach you how to properly swim and breath underwater, you did know how to swim and hold your breath, but you'd only last a couple minutes under the water and your swimming looked a bit odd. Since she was teaching her children you were taught the same. You learned how to dive, breathe and how to swim from side to side.

Tsireya was already caring towards you since she first met you, she'd take you everywhere and introduced you to her friends. She was also your second teacher when it came to learning how to weave, ride an ilu and so on. She really loved calling you her sister, spite being a human, she really loved you. At first Ao'nung wasn't sure on how to treat you since you were part human, the stories he had heard of those demons really stuck with him. As time passed, he grew to also care about you, he treated you like his sister. Just like Tsireya, Roxto already liked you, he treated you like one of his many sisters and female cousins.

As much as you loved the ocean, you were also scared of going further the small beaches. You, Ao'nung and Roxto were on the canoe, rowing around the village, but Ao'nung wanted to further then you guys normally did, you weren't sure at first, but Ao'nung convinced you into going. When you were getting further and further away from the village, you began to freak out and begged to head back. But Ao'nung tried to calm you down and tell you that you were okay, but you freaked out even more to the point of crying. Roxto was the one to calm you down while Ao'nung rowed you back.

When you arrived back, Tonowari saw how bad you were crying and asked what happened, while Ao'nung explained what he did, Roxto continued to calm you down and that you were safe. No one got in trouble, Tonowari explained why you reacted the way that you did. Ao'nung felt bad and promised to not do it again.

You had grown attached to one of the ilus, you liked all of them, but their was one that you had been around since she was young. She did let others ride her, but you and her were practically made for one another. She basically knew you very well, she knew how you'd get when you'd get scared if she was heading a bit further from the village, she'd quickly go back so that you don't freak out more.

Years had passed and you just like the rest of your brothers and sister were already in your teen years. You were all getting prepaired to become adults you, Ao'nung, and Roxto had become good hunters, meanwhile Tsireya was going to begin her Tsahil training, life was going great.

Then something unexpected had happened. A family from the Forest had come to the village, seeking for Uturu, it was the one and only Toruk Makto with his family. He was done with war and wanted to keep his family safe. Your father had allowed him and his family to stay, with the condition that they'll learn to adapt like them. Ao'nung, Tsireya and you were in charged in teaching the children what to do. You could tell how surprised they were when they saw a human hybrid like you living with the Metkayina.

You and your sister where kind enough to show the Sully family around the village and take them to their now home. You also noticed how you'd get glances from them here and their, but you didn't mind since you were used to getting that kind of attention when you first arrived.

When the teaching began, you'd get asked a bunch of questions on how it was possible for you to be with the reef na'vi. Was one of your parents human and the other a Metkayina Na'vi? is their more like you or are you the only one? So on. You answered their questions honestly so that they understood you more. They had seemed to like you like they liked Tsireya.