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✶ ┄ CRAZY TOGETHER
danny (evil dead rise) x fem!reader
summary: during a quiet lull on that tumultuous night, danny realises this may be one of the last few moments he'll ever spend with his best friend.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, sexual content, masturbation (fem receiving), mentions of loss of virginity, mentions of panic attacks, possession and death. praise kink if you squint, bittersweet best friends to lovers. mentions of underaged drinking.
A/N: helllooooo, so this is my first ever fic on this blog wowowowowow i'm nervous. i hope you all like it bc i am DOWN BAD for this mfer. pls let me know what you think!! DANNY IS 18 IN THIS.
publishing date ― may 17th, 2023 | © rotandguts
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Through all the horror and dread that had inevitably arisen from the events of the past few hours, Danny would argue that despite the demonic presence lurking in the hallway - it was the guilt of his own actions that was currently feasting on his soul.
The noises from beyond the bolted door of apartment 85 had grown to a momentary halt, the initial attack keeping everyone still alive on edge. Bridget was in the living room temporarily calming her younger sister Kassie with promises of a doctor coming to help their mother, hesitancy evident within her voice as she struggled to believe the words coming from her own mouth. Her wound on her cheek - as much as she had tried to ignore it - was starting to ache. Beth had been raiding the apartment for something to help her hand that the quick relief of duct tape was unable to provide.
And all this because he found that stupid fucking book.
The thing that was making the empty sick feeling in his gut feel like a stab wound of his own, was your lingering presence in the corner of his room.
You were here because of him. Regardless of the book or not, if he hadn’t insisted you come over that night for pizza you would be sitting across the city in the comfort of your own home right now. You could’ve been with your family when the earthquake happened. Fuck, they don’t even know if you’re alive right now.
Beth could now be heard stomping around all the windows in the apartment, shouting to anyone that could hear her that they needed help.
“What the fuck are we gonna do, Dan?” Your timid voice snapped him from his internal ongoing panic attack. His gaze, still concerned, softened when you turned around to look at him. It had been the first time you’d spoken in a long while, your voice providing an almost immediate comfort to the blonde boy. He began biting his nails with furrowed brows, a habit you’d usually chastise him for.
“I don’t know.” He whispered, eyes still on you. Your hands were trembling. Your hands were fucking trembling because of him, the thought led him unable to look you in the eyes momentarily. Tears began to form as you clenched your fists, trying to fight the breathless in your chest as it began to truly sink in how much shit you were in. Your phone had long been out of battery, with Danny dropping his in the vault where he'd found that book. Neither of you had been able to comprehend the necessity of the devices a mere few hours ago.
You were both essentially isolated from the world as you knew it.
Danny sunk onto the bed, sitting upright with wide eyes and quick breaths. You couldn’t bare to see him like this. Sure, was there a part of you that was totally pissed off at him for tempting fate with that old vinyl? Of course. But hell, the worst thing you’d been expecting was tetanus, not satan herself cooking eggs in the kitchen.
You approached his hunched over figure, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He still can’t look you in the eyes.
“It’s gonna be okay.” You spoke with the same hesitance as Bridget in the connecting room. Danny was grown up enough to know otherwise, and yet still for a brief moment took solace in your words.
The mattress sinks beside him and when he turns you’re looking at him through wide, concerned eyes. Your clasped hands are still shaking, despite your best efforts to stop them.
His own hand hovers over them. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he finally clasps your hands with his.
Eyes connect in the moment, his own drop briefly to look at your lips. They’re a little bloody from you biting them. Your tongue skates across them, letting the metallic taste fill your mouth. The smell leaking through the damp walls of the apartment itself after the bloodbath caused by Ellie outside.
You might both die tonight, he thinks. This could be it. All those years of friendship over because of him. In fact, he thinks it might be even worse if he survives and you don’t, because he’d be haunting the earth still searching for you at every corner in his life. He considers it for a brief moment, mentally punishing himself with twisted thoughts for the hundredth time that night.
Danny’s stomach drops at the thought of the immense unsaid in your friendship. Every lingering gaze and hand hold, every hushed secret and late night embrace under covers. He lived for those moments, but it was starting to dawn on him that they may remain just that. Fleeting moments of will-they-won’t-they peppering your decade long friendship, the what ifs of tomorrow darkening overnight.
He thinks about the first time he knew he loved you. It was your tenth birthday, a milestone. Your mom had intended on throwing you a lavish party and inviting all the kids in class with the little money she’d had. You’d never been one for showing off or making a big fuss and insisted you just wanted Danny there. The night was spent huddled together in fancy dress costumes, he was a pirate and you were a princess, telling each other spooky stories from the safety of the pillow fort your parents had helped build. He wished this nightmare they were currently experiencing was just that, a spooky story told under the flashlight lit fort.
He could still remember the close proximity you both sat in. The quiet, different from the buzzing playground, had allowed him the opportunity to see you up close. There was something in your words that made his heart beat faster, and when your bright eyes lingered on him while telling your stories he knew deep down that he wanted you to look at him like that for the rest of his life.
You were looking at him like that now.
“Do you remember that night we got home from Oscar’s party?” Your voice was barely a whisper, he almost thought he had made it up in his head. All of a sudden he was very aware of just how close you now were.
Oscar, a classmate and barely a friend, grew up in the richer part of the city. Everyone jumped for a chance to go to his parties for his large pool and the flowing liquor, you had both jumped at the opportunity.
“Yeah.” Danny responded after a beat, still taking the opportunity to inspect your face.
That night you had partaken in your usual drunk hand holding and cuddling, nothing too different from what you’d do sober but with an added possessiveness. You had danced with him like you wanted everyone to watch you together, to know that you were his and he was yours. In those moments, lips had lingered for moments too long at ears and mouths. But ultimately, the night ended with your usual walk home.
If Ellie, Danny’s mom, had known you both weren’t tucked safely in bed in your house she would’ve called a search party to track you down through every nook and cranny in the city. Luckily, you both ended your night in bed by 4am.
“Do you remember what you asked me?” Danny spoke again after a short moment of silence. You were looking at the floor now, your feet occasionally grazing his.
“Yeah.”
“Why haven’t you ever kissed me, Danny?” You asked, he thought you were teasing him but you showed no signs of mocking. Pensive, you rolled to face him. He was frozen in place. The lights were out in your room and your bodies, undressed to different extents that you were both familiar with during an after party sleepover, radiating an addictive warmth that made him want to hold on to you skin to skin.
“I didn’t know that was something you wanted.” His fists were clenched, he was still waiting for this to be a big joke.
“I want it.” The light from the moon illuminated some of your face. He licked his lips.
“Why didn’t we like, ever talk about it after?” If tonight was it, he needed to know. He needed to tell her. He’d rather she hate him and be alive and know than be dead and have the wasted opportunity follow him forever.
“I was scared, I guess - I thought you didn’t like it.” You shrugged.
Soft lips on your own, hands gripping your waist under covers. You’re using all of your self control to not grind yourself into him. The only evidence left of your night together were various lilac bruises scattered on your necks. But neither of you spoke about it. So it was never brought up.
“I liked it.” For the first time tonight since the earthquake, Danny softly smiled. Your eyes lit up, returning the smile to him.
“You never said anything-“
“Neither did you!” He countered, the smile giving away that he wasn’t actually angry. You smirked and rolled your eyes, “Touché.”
As much as it embarrassed you to admit at a time like this, your thighs were pressed together at the thought of you and him that night. Both of you had been virgins prior to the encounter
His left hand tangled through your hair as lips danced, you can still remember how you thought you had a temperature from the summer heat and the sweat coating you both. From his gentle, wordless persuasion of a soft push, you were on your back and his frame was on top pressing into you. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him in. His hips grinding to your core, it’s so messy and quick but you can barely think because his other hand is traveling to your thigh to pull you in even closer.
He breaks away from the kiss to trace his thumb across your jaw and your swollen lips. Eyes blown out and wide, jaw slack at the sight of him. You’re spread out under him, the material of your crop top and shorts seemingly oh-so thin now that you’re in this position. Your tongue appears to softly lick the digit of his thumb, his eyes almost rolling back at the sensation. He can feel your thighs clench together around him, seeking a temporary relief from the throbbing between them.
He thinks he might die if he can’t feel it, if only for a second.
Removing the thumb from your mouth, your face immediately portrays your disappointment with a slight pout. Danny lightly smirks, lowering himself down again face to face with you. He reaches down to your thigh, trailing the inside of your leg.
“Can I feel you?”
“I think I’ve been thinking of that night every day since it happened.” He admitted, soft smile lingering. You could feel something stir inside you. Here he was, your best friend, in his oversized shirt and silver chain. He ran his hand through his hair. “I dunno. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about it. And you.” Danny continues.
There was a fucking demon outside the apartment door and quite frankly all you could think about was how badly you wanted that silver chain in your mouth.
Your hand reaches for his jaw, which grows slack at your touch, his gaze seemingly possessed by the thought of you. The summer night heat from that encounter stirred inside of you again.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Apprehensive, you continue to trace your thumb over his cheek, until following his jaw and lips just like he had done that night. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long while.”
He was hypnotised under the touch.
“I love you too. I’ve always loved you. You’re my best friend, man.” Danny felt like fucking crying and you could tell through his voice. Was this a dream? Was that demon back to taunt him for all the time wasted?
He felt consumed by you, like in this moment his purpose was to do anything he could to make it all better. He leaned in to finally press a kiss on your lips, slow and still hesitant. You chase him for another when he pulls away, noses still connected and eyes closed tight.
You wanted to stay like this forever. His fingers laced with the hair behind your ear, grabbing a section and softly pulling. The involuntary moan that left your lips sent a shiver through him, he wanted more, more, more. Your neck was on display for him to reach down and attack with sloppy kisses and light teasing bites. He pressed himself against you, moving your back flat onto the mattress. His lips and tongue messy with your own, clashing to remedy the thirst for each other. Danny’s thigh pressing against your covered core, subconsciously leading you to grind against him.
“Danny, please-” When you were saying things like that, knowing that you didn’t know how much time you even had left together, he had to comply. It had felt so natural, it almost made him feel that guilty feeling again. Why hadn’t they just been doing this all along?
Lifting your skirt to expose the wet lace of your underwear, he asked the same question he did last summer.
“Can I feel you?”
Without hesitation you nodded, guiding his hands through the waistband. “Shit,” He paused for a second, raising his fingers back up to his mouth, spitting on them before returning them to their previous position.
The electric feeling of him on her clit, foreheads pressed together and eyes connected could make anyone forget about the horrors happening beyond the sanctuary of the doors to his room. His fingers filling you, curling and strumming to a syncopated beat, reacting only to your stirring beneath him.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet babe,” He was amazed at the feeling itself, your slick softness. You choked out a gasp, you groping him in an attempt to give him the same ineluctable pleasure he was giving you. He was too preoccupied with you to worry about anything he might be feeling, not when he was the one that got you in this situation. And besides, hovering over you when you looked this fucking good with his fingers stuffed inside you, that was more than enough for him.
“You’re so good, such a good boy.” He quietly whines at your words, pressing rough kisses to your neck again.
You tug his hair back to grant yourself a better look at him. His other hand wrapped around your neck, not restricting your breathing but still lightly grabbing it. When he could tell you were about to make a loud noise, the same hand swiftly moved to cover your mouth. Your eyes wide with his, silently watching each other desperate to moan.
The silver chain resting on your chest, its cold metal grounding you in the moment. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He murmured, still so preoccupied with the feeling of filling you.
“Needed you for so long Dan,” He bites his lip as his pace grows quick, your fingers finally finding their way around the chain that was taunting you all night.
“Thought about you every night. Couldn’t stop thinking about how fuckin’ wet you were.” It was true, in the shame of their last encounter he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Not when he’d been thinking about it for half his life. “Still so so wet baby.”
Looking at his arms, his tattoos and veins. The way they moved in and out of you, the glint in his eyes as he watched his own work. The overwhelming view and feeling lead to the inescapable wave. “Fuck, Dan, I’m gonna-”
And with that, he holds you tight as you hit your orgasm. Your hands fly to his hair and shoulders, trying to remain grounded as your back arches. “Fuckfuckfuck-” You try your hardest to whisper, but your heart is pounding and all you can feel is the dizzying sweetness of Danny all around you. You have to remind yourself that this is real, you’re real.
He watches you, your heavy breathing providing the soundtrack to the moment. He pressed a light kiss to the top of your breast that was on show from the top you were wearing, before moving back up to place a kiss on your lips. Lying beside you, staring into your eyes with a warmth you’d always thought was unimaginable but realising that it had always been there. It has always been him.
So for that moment, you just lay there. And yeah, there was still so much unsaid regarding their long friendship. But for now, in the uncertainty of the night, they’d managed to say enough. For the first time since finding that book, Danny would feel optimistic about the future, despite all the shit going on with his mom. For a second it felt like they could really do this, they could really be fine. If only they could make it to tomorrow, then everything else could be resolved. He could apologise to Bridget, he could ask you out on a real date. You could let your parents know you were alive, you could fix the mistakes of last summer and go all the way again with Dan instead of pretending it never happened.
Unfortunately, as optimistic as they currently were, tomorrow would not come for either of them.
#morgan davies#evil dead rise#danny evil dead#danny evil dead rise#danny x reader#danny evil dead x reader#danny evil dead rise x reader#evil dead#evil dead smut
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13 and 23 for the fanfic end of the year asks?
13. favorite writing song/artist/album of this year
I have songs that inspire me to think about the fic in question and the characters, but I usually need minimalism while actually writing. For inspiration: the Prisoner’s Chorus from Beethoven's Fidelio, the first movement of the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in D minor, Peter Gabriel’s cover of The Power of the Heart, Leonard Cohen’s Recitation/A Thousand Kisses Deep, Regina Spektor’s The Call. For actually writing, long playlists/best of's of Arvo Pärt, Max Richter, and Ludovico Einaudi, and this random album of FNAF game music remixes
23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t
putting this under a cut because there are SO DAMN MANY GOOD GOD...........
the biggest would be finishing the Kryptonian superbat au, which would be (mild spoilers?) sort of a sequel to isostatic. It was my NaNo project in 2022 but I had to stop about 25k in for Reasons. I think once it’s done it’ll land in the 40k ish range? There Will Be Footnotes.
of course finishing we shall be free; we shall find peace, but tbh I was pretty damn sure I was never going to finish that in a year. I made about 45k of progress on it during NaNo this year, but, horrifyingly, that only got me about...halfway…through the plot outline. this mfer is a SLOW slow burn
I really wanted to participate more in bottom bruce wayne october with various superbat ideas and ended up with 4 drafts, one of which was done enough to end off to januariat to be beta read, but I just couldn’t figure out how a few paragraphs in that would flow, which is usually a symptom of being unsatisfied with a deeper issue. So the catboy pwp, the chastity belt dkos-ish au, the sex pollen, and the [redacted fic that shall remain undescribed bc I will never have the nerve to publish it except on anon] all remain in tragic stages of unfinishedment
speaking of various pwps, I really wanted to make progress on an immediate post-wf289 fic where the ashes of the Kryll give superbat low-level temporary telepathic empathy and of course they've been pining for each other for years and do it very tenderly and probably weep manly tears, because that's the bronze age worlds finest vibe <3
The claspers whumpfic where clark gets shrapneled and bruce has to do emergency surgery and oh no discovers his claspers remains one scene. I need to look up best practices in octopus physical therapy for this though if it gives you some idea of the intended plot. This would be a prequel/backstory to make this place your home and a home for my xeno clark headcanons in general
I really want to do an omegaverse fic that’s the opposite of the 'oh no, I’ve just gone into heat and I have no plans, you’ll just have to sleep with me' trope. like, bruce's contingency plans have fallen through yeah, but with two weeks advance notice and he's asking clark for a gentleman's favor and there's traditional style courting with cheese plates and possibly slow dancing. also maybe to incorporate xenomegaverse Delta clark and also how much more dangerous Poison Ivy would be in an omegaverse setting
I still have aspirations for a sequel to tacere featuring Kara acclimating to life on earth, but that’s on the back burner until I read more of her comics bc i know that plot's been done over and over and i want to be sure i know what the canon takes are
i fervently want a comfort (xen)omegaverse cloisbat set during the recovery in superman: lost
dragonclark aka the one where kryptonians all avoid magic bc they don't want the spells that shapeshift them into humanoid forms to be broken and they're actually (slightly fifth dimensional) dragons but otherwise tech based. don't worry about it. martha and jonathan found a baby six-limbed dragonlet in that rocket that blinked at them and then shapeshifted and they were like ok we are still gonna adopt
was contemplating a fic set in clark's sophomore year of college where xenoclark/mermaidlori get together but i can't decide whether i want it to be straightforward pwp hooking up or actual melancholy young love plotfic where they both have this impending separation hanging above their heads. i was vaguely thinking of having lori's mermaid tail be partially paralyzed but i'd have to do a hell of a lot more research into ableism related to wheelchairs and find a wheelchair using beta
old timey radio husbands ft. radio bruce getting blackmailed for having sexe pictures. need to buy a book to research the metropolitan american gay scene in the 40s. or perhaps the fic is just the excuse i need to order the book?
every time i watch any given jl episode i want to write a fic where dcauclarkie my problematic rectangular fave gets some god damn therapy. this has been the state of my brain for two years and it may in fact be time to pick up my first ever attempt at dc fic, which was post-stas pre-jls1 fic that attempted to explain why the US government would ever trust dcauclark again by lifting the plot of panic in the sky from the reeves show (ft. amnesiac clark)
speaking of reeves and watching shows every time i watch an episode of batman 66 I want to write an adamwest!bruce/georgereeves!clark because every time I watch 66bruce be a ridiculous dad to dick I’m like ohhhhhhh this man NEEDS to get [redacted] until [redacted] he DESERVES it. he is so husband material. and 50s Superman also could use [redacted redacted redacted]. Unfortunately this is not a plot, but as Jan so patiently reminds me, pwp is a thing, so...
that was so many. if you have read to the end let me know if any of these are intriguing and i shall perhaps move them forward to the front burner alongside wsbf
#thanks for the ask :^)#the thing about me is that i have. so fucking many fics in the wip drawer#my entire 'wip' folder in scrivener is. 248k words. as opposed to the 40k words i have published on ao3. its clownographic#dio-icarticaae#my writing
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LP's Playlist Masterlist
If something sits still long enough I'll probably make a playlist about it, so here's the playlists I've made either for my writing or for challenges within the fandom.
A generic Wolfstar Playlist if you want a themed easy listening storymode version (angst included, but it's a HFN ending with soft sad vibes.) Made this to share on HPFC if I remember correctly, so it's specifically meant to be accessible lol. Listen in order.
The playlist for Where the Wild Thyme Grows, spooky sludgy dark vibes. Weird AF. Shamefully lacking in Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard. Great for writing horror tho. Shuffle OK.
The followup to the previous which is currently just vibes, a title, and the opening scene lol. Still dark and spooky but a little more haunted fae energy and less sludge. Shuffle OK.
MURDERWIVES. This is the three knocks playlist. Lots of post-punk and related vibes on this bitch. DAMN fun to drive to. Shuffle OK.
The ship that should not have sailed aka the cursed Remus/Ginny fic that I have a love/hate relationship with lol. Good for writing stories where the romantic leads ALSO don't want to be doing what they're doing. Shuffle OK.
When you need to feel like someone died. The Ouroboros playlist is a damn funeral march, but in like. A raw and slightly angry sort of way. Like imagine being at someone's deathbed, except you have Very Complicated Feelings about them that will probably never be resolved and you just need to make peace with that- oh, that's just the fic. Well. Here you go then. In order preferred, but shuffle OK.
A Sirius-specific playlist for a very specific Sirius that never actually ended up going anywhere but still has my heart. Also the playlist is just objectively very fun, even if there is a song on there that I actually just don't care for in hindsight. (Mother Mother is very hit or miss for me, sorry. But I was committed to the bit.) Shuffle OK.
A Remus-specific playlist, but not from his POV. Curated for a challenge. Still great fun. There is so much fucking Phoebe Bridgers and Mitski on this mfer lol. Listen in order AND on loop for best effect.
Hey so what if we made a Marauders Dark!Fic. One day I'll finish writing this thing. Too many projects. :( Anyway this is uh. A major departure from the others, and more akin to my foundational musical taste (hence why it's the longest lol.) I probably will never stop giggling about the fact that there is precisely one (1) Fall Out Boy on this one and it's very much the odd man out lmao. Great for writing action scenes with a lot of violence, physical or otherwise. Best on shuffle.
I have also chunked up relevant parts of the main All Things In Orbit Playlist which is way too long and now actually a bit outdated to add here.
Remus Lupin's Depression Hour also known as the Lost Dogs soundtrack. Covers the time from just before Halloween 1981 through the events just before Sirius breaks out of Azkaban, as covered in the ATIO-verse. CW: for themes of suicide and drug addiction. Listen in order.
Also including the LTL playlist. Literally, just the bit that's LTL. Cut out all the other crap around it from the dying embers of No Code, and the not yet published bits from Rearviewmirror. I was at one point trying to keep all the music in era, but that didn't stick well because I was spending more time researching music than writing. Once again, does best in order if you want to follow the plot. Otherwise shuffle away.
(Note: Tumblr apparently cuts you off at 10 audios. Boo.)
Anyway, this is all I've got for now. Feel free to give it a listen if you want!
#lp listens#lp writes#fic playlists#remus lupin#sirius black#hp#genuinely unsure if RLDH or the ouroboros ST is angstier lol#someone else be the judge i cannot.#Spotify
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WHAT I AM UP TO! tagged by @princessfbi @bigassdiaz @honestlydarkprincess <3
Last song I listened to: Long Live (Taylor's version) (listening to my MAATHP playlist <3) Currently watching: Nothing really atm, I am supposed to be watching White Collar but I got very behind-- oops. I mostly have been finding video essays and deep dives of shows i have watched before on youtube. Currently reading: Gender Euphoria: Stories of joy from trans, non-binaryl and intersex writers edited by Laura Kate Dale; healing is a gift by alexandra vasilu; and I am perpetually rereading RWRB <3 Currently obsessing over: The Good Witch by Maisie Peters, OH MY GOD! by Tessa Violet, Speak Now (Taylor's Version), RWRB, I am getting excited for Barbie (i need to see it so bad its stupid), heartstopper and good omens too! Also getting chapter three of maathp done so that i can publish the mfer <3 ( i love writing her i really do)
tagging: @trashbaget @prince-buck-diaz @translasso @useramor @roy-kents @rogerzsteven
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A short (by Manda measurements, which is to say not very) summary of The Agonies regarding my QuintSum editing because I find it funny to talk about
Arc 1-4 minus one chapter (The ones already up): Not a huge problem, all things considered they're a lot more Recent quality than a lot of other chapters. And the worst ones are short enough where it's fine. I don't mind any of these chapters they're generally fine and the worst offenders have already been worked out by Manda who published them originally
Chapter 29: A bitch and a half because I stopped editing it halfway through because it's a Bitch of a chapter and I already know that I'm going to rewrite it really heavily both because it has a Big cause of me trying to make up for not having narration which means that now that I have a style with narration this mfer is being put through one Hell of an overhaul
Arc 5: (Chapters 30-34) I am dreading this arc. But Manda you say It's just five chapters you say. I HAVEN'T TOUCHED *ANY* OF THESE SINCE SEPTEMBER 2023. DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND. HOW MID THE QUALITY OF THESE ARE. Also I've skimmed chapter 30, which I've dubbed "the biggest problem to deal with currently" because you guys do not understand. How bad chapter 30 is right now. Especially because it's a Very Important chapter that lays the foundation for The Entire Rest of The Fic. And it Sucks. Badly. So yeah it will be necessary and it will benefit heavily from narration and me actually having Any semblance of what I'm doing and where this fic is going in detail, but it won't be fun.
Arc 6: (Chapters 35-51) A mixed bag. I have a few chapters of these Somewhat edited from. Ehm. January this year? February maybe? I did manage to partly get through up to chapters 42-ish before I officially put a halt to my editing to focus on finishing before I even thought about editing and revising. There's a few problems with these chapters currently. One being that it has some MAD offenders of "You guys needed narration on arrival and I'm going to fix you but it's going to take a while" and a LOT of lore inconsistencies and just. literally incorrect information by now because guess what when you write a lore-heavy fic, sometimes you change things, and now some of your most important lore chapters are Literally Completely Wrong. So yeah this one's going to be a fucking chore. Especially because I'm pretty sure some of the last chapters in here are Completely untouched since I first wrote them. So this will be fun. Terrible, but necessary.
Arc 7: (Chapters 52-61) This. Is a problem child of an arc. I wrote this spread out throughout November 2023 to January 2024. It is Probably the most inconsistent arc in terms of quality. It is also the entire reason why I overhauled my writing process to be more thought out and streamlined, and the entire reason I invented storyboards for my chapters. Because this might be 10 chapters, but it should probably have been a solid 14-16. There's work to be done here. A lot. Of work. But all things considered, it's one of my favourite arcs purely based on the things I do in it and what it is about, so at least it will be fun to do some of my Best plot points justice.
Arc 8: (Chapters 62-84) See this is when we start having a good life. I wrote the first 6 chapters of this in February I think, and then I took one HELL of a fucking break. This is all the same time when I gave up with posting as I went along on Ao3 and MAN was that a good idea. This is when I started to storyboard my chapters And when The Everlooming Threat of Going Back and Editing disappeared since I stopped posting on Ao3. Thank fuck for that because THIS is when I started to really scare my friends with my sheer writing speed. Anyways I look forward to going back to this arc because it has SOME if not THE worst offenders after chapter 49 of "You guys needed narration I am so sorry that I robbed you of it from the start". The BIGGEST offenders Obviously being chapter 66. Point being, I can't wait to hit this arc with narration it's Honestly one of the coolest things I pull off in this entire fic and I personally think that it shows Just how diverse of a writer I can be if I want to. (Can you tell I feel a Lot of things about this arc?)
Arc 9: (Chapters 85-103) Quite frankly. I have VERY little to worry about in this arc. I would honestly think that it has the current most solid and consistency quality out of All the arcs. It's also an arc which I believe will Severely benefit from narration, but that doesn't Wholly suffer without it. Point being, I look forward to going back to Mistfall it's going to be a good time I think.
Arc 10 + 11: (Chapters 103-109 + 110-116) Lmao. These mfers are going to like narration. Other than that? They're short as shit they won't be any problems. If nothing else it will be fun to be able to actually describe some of the stuff that happens in these arcs properly because Especially two chapters, 108 and 114, will *really* appreciate some fucking narration. I wrote these fuckers in a combined 4 days they won't be a chore to edit either.
Arc 12: (Chapters 117-135) I am. So glad. That I will get narration to this fucking arc. It doesn't need it, but it will appreciate it. If nothing else I haven't looked at Any of the shit I've written from chapter 70 and forwards due to my no editing until you're done rules starting around there, so I'm genuinely really excited to go back and read these chapters. A few of them are DEFINITELY going to adore having narration (see chapters 118 and 120 especially).
The point is, a lot of the later arcs have one thing in common. Consistency. I was able to write them in a short span of time and without anything interrupting me. OBVIOUSLY they're going to be easier to edit, because my writing was simply Better when I wrote them. And in terms of Arc 8, which is the second lore heaviest arc after Arc 6, I actually had the lore figured out by then because it Forced me to figure everything out. So really, once I've gotten myself through the first act (which is Arc 1 through 7) I'll be golden. (Act 2 is obviously arc 8 through 12.) And if you wonder what Act 3 is. Well. Come back once I've started to write the sequel.
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30, 34, & 35 for your guardians? 👀
30 do they smell like anything notable?
Helios-33 probably has a vague smell of how the air smells when a thunderstorm is approaching. His hands specifically smell a little of gun oil, courtesy of beloved husband Banshee-44.
Cerul-7 smells like lemon. Depending on if he last used Solar or Void, there’s hints of how sunsoaked skin smells, or a vast deep almost dry smell. Very rarely can you catch the hint of a cold and wet smell, but it still lurks sometimes…
Thalu-5 smells like red berries. Cherries and strawberries and that typical red forest fruits scent. Very fruity and bright.
Besides my main three there’s a couple that have notable smells, like Nico-10 who always smells like he just got done hugging every tree in a forest, or Neyrha who has a very earthy and bonfire-y smell to her. Bb-7 who smells like his mint shower soap, Dew-0 who smells of petrichor.
34 how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.
Helios: “Big tall red titan.”
He doesnt use many words when he doesnt need to, and doesnt find his kind and protective nature something worth mentioning.
Cerul: “Nothing too special. I’m a scholar and a teacher. I’ve published much of my research and try to help New Lights be curious about their surroundings.”
Insecure and not very self-confident when it’s just about him, so he would use his professional work as descriptors. ‘Look at what I’ve done, maybe you will find worth in that’ kinda deal. He’s a very sweet and kind person, and quite a skilled guardian.
Thalu: “[with laughter in her voice] I’m just me.”
For a guardian she’s still young, very energetic and playful. However she sometimes overdoes the playful attitude, to fool people so they dont catch on to her more serious situations in her life.
Neyrha: “Who’s asking? And if you’re so curious, why don’t you come find out for yourself.”
Cagey and self-protective, cocky and never backs down from a challenge. Likes to have the upper hand. In relationships, in sex, in conversations.
Cedahn: “[Little bit self deprecating laugh, and a warm smile] A titan with anger issues. I’m working on it.”
Deeply honest.
Nico-10: would just kinda shrug, “I try to help everyone I meet. Does that count?”
Again a very self conscious person, but still truthful.
Sa’id: “Tired.”
There’s more to meets the eye with Sa’id, but he is a chronic insomniac, so that would be the first thing he thinks of to say.
Bb-7: [silently motions to himself, as if that is an answer enough]
Doesnt speak if not needed. Man of actions over words. Also a very private person, so this is what you’ll get.
Dew-0: “Cocky bastard who wants to be worshipped. Rightfully so, I might add.”
Dark ages mfer. Basard supreme. Has a heart in there somewhere, but its underneath several thick layers of self preservation.
35 do they ever return home?
Man thats a fun question for Guardians.
Helios does, he’s been sticking to home a lot, or when he leaves, he always comes back quickly. (Home is earth, The City, Banshee.)
Cerul has finally found his home, and he never leaves him. (His home is Kirin-3, @/wintersguile’s oc)
Thalu has never felt like she had a home to return to. She’s trying to find home in the people she loves, in her little family.
I might do the others later for this question hdhdhd i have so many little creatures
#asks#helios33#cerul7#thalu5#bb7#dew0#nico10#neyrha#cedahn#sa’id#did i get them all. did i forget any of my children.#probably
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it hardly needs to be said that i am EXTREMELY protective of what i reveal in or about GOOMT, but i WILL say this:
i view GOOMT's...... Arcs(??) (Timeline??? ?? idfk) as separated into four books. there are four reasons to separate them into four books. i will be getting GOOMT printed when it is said and done, btw, and i can assure you that these four books will also have the additional use as a murder self defense weapon
not to mention that GOOMT also being four books alongside Harry's Filicide series ALSO being in four books may or may not have Implications or Correlations, aehdkgfdghkehghaha
oh yeah. chinhands. shit. Harry's Filicide series. yeah no that's GOOMT canon LOL i know i've talked about the Filicide series before just briefly here and there but no. no, that's GOOMT canon. hahaaha. i'm pretty sure i can talk about it bc there's like. nothing Spoilers about it so yeah let's give it a gew
so before the events of The Fuckening of Silent Hill Pt 2 or 3 Depending On Who You Talk To GOOMT, Harry was starting to seriously consider retirement, or at least taking a very long hiatus from writing.
he thought it'd be fun to knock out a book that was a very personal project. a. VERY. personal. project. it was kinda dark, it was strange and ~experimental~, as many would state in reviews. and it was called Filicide.
it was published, it received its accolades and its criticisms and Harry was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and was just kind of chuckling wryly to himself that it was doing so well. and then he was going to announce that he was taking semi-retirement/extended hiatus when his agent/editor (Maggie) strolled up and /chinhand on his counter and was like. sooooooo~
........ soooooooo Filicide's doing reaaaallly well and people are wanting a sequel :) and i knoooow you said you wanted to retire, Harry. But. what if--
harry's like. mfer. jfc maggie i SAID i wanted to retire, i don't even have any more lore for that!! it was supposed to be a one-off!!! hello!!!!!! ma'am please button your blouse your advances don't work on me
sorry harry i just don't know how to seduce men with morals. anyway soooooo wouldja do a sequel oooorrrr :)c???
so basically Harry's like FINE. FINE i'll write a fuckin sequel jfc FINE but this better be THE LAST ONE--
SIKE spoiler alert it, it was not. Filicide got a sequel, yes: Infanticide. maggie was like. ummmm......... sooooo about that title,
and Harry put his foot down, like. either u publish it with that title or u aint gettin it
she's like. ok the execs said fine. but jfc, harry
Harry just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ !!!!! what did i say!!!!!!!! so now we have two books in the series. and Harry's like pls let me hiatus now. and they were in agreement. but Infanticide did really well. people were loving it. it was REALLY off of his normal writing path and while Infanticide got some more negative and weird reviews than Filicide did, Harry super didn't care (considering the extremely personal nature of these books), his publisher loved their paychecks from it, Maggie loved her paychecks, and Harry loved his paychecks too!! so happy family right??
WRONG guess again moron. HOW'S ABOUT A THIRD and i'm pretty sure that Harry was actually in the middle of writing the fourth and last book of the series (and it was hard agreed-on this time that this was going to be the last Or Else) when GOOMT then takes place. so in the series, we have:
Filicide
Infanticide
Patricide
Suicide
which, super great dark and edgy right?? makes u think u might have an idea of what the plot of those are bc they're very personal to Harry and very uhhh Telling in their titles, right??
well. what if i told you. that the series is NOT a retelling of his time in Silent Hill, but yes, has strong connections to Cheryl/Alessa/Heather, but no, not THAT strong, but also it's a sci-fi ghost story in Space. :) now what would u think of that
anyway. throws glitter. Lore
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may is just about over and great googly moogly everything's gone to shit kupo at least I can still keep track of my new year's goals let's do this 1. Write 250 Words a Day Nope. I did write a lot (equivalent to over half the month's worth of 250 words I think) but I did not write most days. I gotta get back into this habit. 2. Read 55 Books This Year But THIS I did!! I read SEVENTEEN whole books this month, which puts me at a grand total of 56 books for the year! This is TREMENDOUS news! Last year I read 54 books. The year before that I read 2. The year before that… maybe none?? So this is a tremendous improvement. In celebration, I have ordered an e-reader! Let's see how far we can take this mfer!!! 3. Get a Full Time Job Nope. Part time work at the library is going nicely. Getting a lot of good responsibilities. But it's 12-16 hours a week at $12 an hour with no benefits. I can't move out on that, but who the hell is hiring? Half Price Books hasn't even finished calling back all the people they've got on furlough, let alone start thinking about hiring back people they laid off. This sucks. 4. Move Out *sighs deeply* 5. Drink Less Soda I definitely drank more soda this month than any other month this year and it still wasn't even CLOSE to how much soda I was drinking last year. I still oughta cut down. 6. Get Something Published I didn't send anything out this month, and I haven't had any news about a bunch of stuff I sent out earlier. That said, I think it's still appropriate to take stock of what's gotten done so far! I got published in a fanzine in March, got published in a regular zine in April, getting published in an online literary journal tomorrow, and just about done with a piece I'm writing for another fanzine that will be published in August! Good stuff so far! I should try to send more stuff out in June. 7. Finish Writing A Legitimate Businessman Finished writing it in April! And started writing the sequel. Frick. 8. Write More The Revelation of Takaya According to Jin Finished writing it in February! MINOR GOALS The only one I worked on really is Duolingo. I've reached level 1 in every course in Spanish and have a 147 day streak! Woo! Let's keep 'er moving. So some goals, I have not been working on nearly as well as I could. Some seem utterly self-defeating these days. But I have, however, accomplished four major goals so far! I have gotten stuff published, I have finished writing A Legitimate Businessman, I have finished writing The Revelation of Takaya According to Jin, AND I have read over 55 books! Considering that I had 8 major goals and have completed 4 of them, that's half my goals accomplished before the year is even half over! And even the stuff that I'm not doing so great on, I'm still doing better than usual. Add into that the fact that I'm the least actively depressed I've been in years, and I think I'm doing mostly pretty okay for the most part I guess! I'm making excellent progress at the very least. Just over five hundred words. Hoo boy I need to step it up.
#goals#2020 goals#monthly goals#monthly goals check in#check in#monthly check in#new years goals#i dont know what these are all tagged in but i gotta find em each month
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#MADDAWG54
For months, I have agreed with a statement that Nancy Pelosi made to trump saying all roads from him lead to putin. At this point in time, I'm not sure if that's completely accurate, unless putin is actually satan. I say this because, my belief now is, all roads from trump lead to hell. I just found out about a new book by Washington Post reporter, Bob Woodward. In many interviews with trump, he tells many things about trump and the coronavirus. Put it this way, I called it the trumpvirus, and from all I know now, that IS what it should be called, in this country anyway. On February 7, he told Woodward that this virus would be more "deadly" than the worst flu. Additionally, he knew that, left unchecked, it would take many lives. He also said he "wanted to downplay the threat." Woodward plans to publish all of the taped interviews with trump. What it amounts to is, we could have reduced the death rate by 50%, and the cases by a larger rate than that, if we would have had widespread mask mandates. Besides that, the stupid Mfer knew about this thing, at the time it was said he did, the first of the year. This is friggin September, for God's sake. Look how much time he wasted playing golf, when he could have been going with what the Scientists were telling him. He could have been preparing this country and acquiring greatly needed PPE and other supplies, like medical supplies and ventilators. He was too busy calling it a HOAX and accusing the Democrats of spreading propaganda. And, my mind keeps going back to those stupid, fucking republican senators, refusing to remove him, saying, "How much more can he do ?" Well now that all you stupid ass republicans have seen for yourselves, how much more he could do, I hope every damn one of you loses your seat in the House and Senate ! I've got more, but I need to have a drink and calm down first, before I continue.
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The day QuintSum is published in full is going to be a glorious day because it means the following
a) I CAN START WRITING SQUIRREL PUNT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (You mfers do not understand the level of self-restraint I need to practice to not start writing it right this very moment)
b) I can actually talk about Deia on main because the most important shit I don't wanna spoil about her happen late QuintSum so it's gonna be fine!
c) I can start writing my SSO oneshots that I have planned, most of which are somewhat related to the canon of Unto Daylight (primarily the one I wanna write first which is how Alex and Maya met)
#Deilight#Also I get to write a sappy message to Zelda but they don't know that#They Do know actually
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