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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 4 years ago

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Just read your paranoid Bella post (it was awesome) and what stood out to me is that in these kinds of AUs the Quiletes seem to be kinda left out. If I recall, Billie actively tried to warn Bella that Cullens are bad news and even argued w Charlie about that. How do you think a scenario with Bella who’s not interested in Edward and instead rekindles her childhood friendship w Jacob from the get go (mb befriends Leah too? and is known as ‘the kid w her own company outside of school’) could go?

The post anon is referencing.

I guess I can answer this earlier than I would normally. Sometimes it's good to shuffle the posts around!

Why No Quileute?

Many of the AUs people ask about center around either the Twilight period (something about Bella is significantly different before Twilight begins), the New Moon period (New Moon changes in such a significant manner that Eclipse never happens), or very rarely the post Breaking Dawn period (Bella's off prancing in the woods and Jake is just kind of there).

With the first two especially the circumstances make it unlikely Bella will significantly cross paths with Jake let alone discover the secret of the wolves and meet the rest of the Tribe.

What Do You Mean Bella Might Not Find Out?!

Remember, Jake was not Bella's childhood friend, that was his older sisters. When Bella stops visiting Forks Jake, only a few years younger, seemed like light years younger than Bella Swan. He was not on her radar at all and was that annoying kid brother.

Even as a teenager, Bella's clearly bothered by the age gap between them, seeing it as much larger than it really is.

In the beginning of Twilight she's pleased to see Jake, is willing to flirt with him for information, but she's not at all interested. She only seeks him out in New Moon to work on the motorcycles with him as free labor. From that, the friendship we see through the rest of the series grows.

Before that, though, Billy was more on Bella's radar than Jake ever was. And Billy in canon is Bella's slight enemy as he tries to warn her away from Edward the vampire. Well, Bella certainly knows more than him! So, there, Billy!

As for the wolves themselves, they didn't want to tell Bella, Sam had Jake cut all ties. By happenstance Jake had happened to tell Bella this story and he happens to be able to jog her memory. Had that not happened, she would have assumed he left her just as Edward did and sunk even deeper into depression.

Likely, Charlie would have sent her to live with her mother.

She would never find out the mysteries of the "bears" in the woods, would never meet all the members of the tribe, would never truly develop her deep friendship with Jacob, and she and the Quileute would simply not cross paths.

Bella and the tribe very easily could have been ships passing in the night.

Why No Quileute in Paranoid Bella AU?

Now, this is a Bella who does not want to be with Edward but she's also a paranoid, terrified, wreck. Edward is sneaking into her room every night before Bella gets to First Beach

I imagine she likely does not go to the beach, or if she does, pointedly does not ask anyone about Edward. NOPE, SHE KNOWS NOTHING. Because for all she knows, Edward is hiding somewhere in the bushes watching her.

He, after all, has dropped hints that he knows everything that happens to her.

Bella doesn't know about the treaty at this point and that Edward cannot physically go to La Push.

When Billy gives her cryptic hints, she probably gives him deer in the headlights looks and debates scribbling "SAVE ME" on a sheet of paper, but for all she knows Billy is a human and stands no chance against Edward. In that moment, Edward is right outside her house, in his car, listening to every word.

If Bella tells Billy to get her the fuck out, she might very well be condemning him to be eaten.

"AHAHAHAHAHA BILLY, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. SO MUCH."

When Billy sends Jake to Prom, Bella is in Edward's arms, right at that moment. Worse, unlike Billy, Jake does think this is ridiculous and is utterly mortified at interrupting her date like this.

Bella wants to cry.

"AHAHAHAHA, JAKE, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. SO MUCH."

Point being though, Edward doesn't tell Bella about the wolves, and she likely doesn't know about them from the beach. So to her, the Quileutes are just humans who seem to know what she knows. Edward likely never expands on this as he never has to in this universe. So he also never explains things like the treaty. This means they are just normal people who stand no better chance against Edward than she does. She can't go running to them for sanctuary, screaming, and potentially have Edward eat the entire tribe as he would have Biology class.

Just as she wouldn't put her mother or Charlie in danger, Paranoid Bella will not knowingly endanger the tribe.

Paranoid Bella Rekindles Her Friendship with Jake (and Leah Comes Along for the Ride)

Let's say Bella does go to First Beach and notes that Edward says he can't make it for whatever reason. Bella's not sure she believes this but he does seem unnaturally disappointed.

Sam drops his "The Cullens aren't welcome here" ominous line and Bella stares at him long and hard. He seems to know something, might even know the same something she knows, in the first timeline she likely decides it's not worth the risk of Edward overhearing them.

In this one though... this may be her only chance to gather information.

Sam is intimidating and scary looking (which is too bad as he's the one who could actually do something in this situation). So she resorts to her "bad flirting with Jake" plan.

Once again, it works, but this time Bella's soul dies inside.

Oh yeah, the Cullens are vampires and eat people (Bella knew it, SHE KNEW IT) but Jake thinks it's all superstitious nonsense. The only way he has heard of to kill them are noble werewolf spirit warriors from the tribe. But they have the treaty with the Cullens because they don't eat people on purpose (Bella cries inside).

No, Jake's never heard of anyone being an actual spirit warrior, don't be stupid, Bella. It's just an old legend.

Bella leaves the beach miserable.

The Quileute Tribe clearly knows but it seems like there's nothing they can do about it either.

BuT EdWArD's StIll In HeR RoOm aT NiGHt!

Bella decides it's worth the risk.

She drives to Billy's, watching for Edward tailgating her at every moment, but sees no sign of him (thank god). Luckily for her, in this early Twilight period, Edward was trying to pretend not to be a lunatic. So he wasn't running down her car yet like he was in Eclipse.

He's very unhappy she's visiting land he cannot go on but will pretend everything's fine. THIS IS FINE. SHE COULD BE EATEN BY BEARS BUT THIS IS FINE.

Bella confesses to Billy that Edward Cullen, the vampire, is sneaking into her bedroom at night to watch her sleep and she is certain he will try to eat her.

This was not what Billy had hoped or expected to hear from Bella Swan.

Those demonic motherfuckers.

Billy likely debates calling Carlisle, the head of the coven (who genuinely would be appalled by all of this), but he doesn't trust any of these people. He assumes Edward is grooming Bella to be Dracula's Bride (he is) and that this is just a thing vampires do (it's not).

But the Tribe cannot go to war with the Cullens.

They have only one wolf at this point, Sam, who is at this point still a teenager and untried in combat. He would be fighting seven vampires alone, they would be condemning him, and the tribe itself to a massacre.

However, that they haven't come after Bella yet is perhaps a good sign. The Cullens may not want to break the treaty either (Billy doesn't realize it's just Edward out there who wants to break it).

So here's what they'll do, Bella will "rekindle" her friendship with Jacob. She'll come over every single day, immediately after school with no exceptions, and will live at their house every weekend.

No exceptions.

The Cullens cannot enter Quileute land and, if they do... Well then, I guess they prepare for war.

Jake is ecstatic, though weirded out, as Bella suddenly practically lives at his house. They get along very well and soon their friendship is formed. Jake keeps trying to date her though and Bella's not very interested.

As for Leah... Sorry anon, but Leah is at the most miserable point in her miserable life. She's been dumped by Sam for her cousin and she has no idea why this has happened and Sam offers no explanations. She's a ball of rage and misery and has no time for Jacob Black's jittery girlfriend from Forks.

Meanwhile Edward is becoming annoyed.

He accepts the explanation that Bella and Jake are childhood friends, that she knew his sisters growing up, and that they've struck up their friendship again but... He doesn't like it.

He goes from imagining Mike Newton's head exploding to Jacob Black's head exploding.

Every day he curses that treaty and thinks it's so damn convenient that Bella keeps running off to the one place he can't follow.

He sits and he seethes.

...

And I stop here.

Wherever this path leads, anon, it is not one we should follow.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #twilight quileute #bella swan #jacob black #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #billy black #sam uley #leah clearwater #meta #headcanon #opinion

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mego42 · 4 years ago

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author meme

Tagged by - @sothischickshe

Tagging - @foxmagpie @pynkhues @missmaxime @hereliesbethboland @septiembur

ao3 name: ms_scarlet

fandoms: on ao3, the 100 and good girls

number of fics: 16

fic I spent the most time on: hahahahahaha oh my god song is going on 6 months what the fUC K

fic I spent the least amount of time on: probs a tie between as the world turns, the blunt burns and any of the prompt chapters. with the prompts i specifically challenge myself to do them in under 2 hours (i’d say this is why i’ve only filled 3 but really i’m just mercurial which, in this instance at least, is a fancy way of saying flaky).

most hits: an old alternative s4 the 100 fic but a song inside the halls of the dark is gaining on it

most kudos: there’s blood in my body (another t100 fic, my one and only AU), for gg, also song

most comments: song, which makes sense as it has, you know, chapters

most bookmarks: there’s blood in my body again, song for gg

highest total word count: ahahahahaha song by a mile

favourite fic I wrote: i don’t know how to answer this tbh, shamelessly stealing @sothischickshe’s answer of i’m partial to all of them for different reasons! i guess i’m currently particularly proud of the don’t close your eyes ‘verse (currently consisting of both hands and listening, i’m not saying there’s going to be a third part but i’m not not saying that). writing in so many (hopefully) distinct voices with unique and (again, hopefully) fully fleshed out feeling points of view has been a neat challenge and i’m p proud of how it’s come out. i am also absurdly into the way the timelines of both (and eventually maybe all three) pieces weave together even though i have to use a cheat sheet to keep it straight

fic I want to rewrite/expand on: i don’t hate myself enough to open the door to rewriting anything because if i started realistically i would never stop. i went back and started rereading the beginning of song to make sure i was looping everything into the ending right and had a solid three days of oh fuck i would redo, like, all of this. not necessarily because i think it’s bad or anything (though i am on a constant and never satisfied quest for perfection but that’s a personal problem we don’t need to get into) but because the way i thought about the fic evolved significantly over the course of me writing it and there’s def some thematic stuff i’d go back and build up more.

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: mmm well lets see, i’m most of the way through the draft of the last chapter of listening, so that’s neat. have had to spend an obnoxious amount of time in dean’s head which makes me feel dirty but whatever. i’ve also v v v loosely outlined a third part to round the ‘verse out into a trilogy. it’d be a beth POV 5+1 that would start around the beginning of listening (which is pre-both hands), fill in some missing scenes from both and probably end either concurrently with listening or not long after.

other than that, obvs working on the last two chapters of song which are p thoroughly outlined, just waiting to be drafted. i’ve also outlined and started drafting what was supposed to be a fairly contained sex pollen PWP but is already upwards of a ridiculous number of words and has mostly been plot so far so that, you know, went off the rails.

i’ve also been thinking a lot about the pacific rim au again. it stalled out because i could not for the life of me figure out how to address everyone’s canon kid situations in satisfactory ways and couldn’t bring myself to leave the concept of kids out entirely (i know plenty of people have written wonderful and in character examples of the characters without kids but my brain is stuck in a box and i can’t get there for myself, it’s extremely annoying tbh), but i thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink i maybe cracked it so we’ll see if that actually ends up happening

at my current rate of production this should take me all the way through to the show coming back, maybe beyond so i think that’s probably enough. *kicks snippets, prompts and ideas folder under the bed* one day i’m gonna write a buffyverse au, though, it’s only a matter of time.

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letbenfuck2021 · 4 years ago

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003 | Klaus Hargreeves!

ryah!!! thank you!!! ooooo man, idk tho. I think I may have some.......unpopular opinions

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

How I feel about this character:

this may sound weird but.....I miss Klaus tbh. I think they really watered down his character in s2 because what was so interesting about Klaus was not necessarily his bombastic personality or his peculiar slightly goth, slightly fem style of dress and ornamentation (though I enjoyed those aspects of his character) it was how vulnerable he was. Klaus is a character whose personal traumas had left him gutted, led him to addiction, destitution, and isolation. Sheehan mentioned that Klaus is also entirely self-serving and selfish and it isn’t until he falls in love for the first time that he does something that isn’t for himself. I don’t think its strange or “bad” that Klaus is incredibly selfish and self-serving. If you look at his life and his history, I think most ppl would say that he’d have to be that way to survive but the idea that love, perhaps one of the most vulnerable acts that someone can engage in, is what compels him to act outside of his selfish norm.....there’s something very beautiful about that. A character who had suffered so much from his vulnerability, his openness (I see his powers in the show as a representation of an inability to close/hold boundaries, being an open sore) and to have such a beautiful, affirming experience as the result of vulnerability......idk there was something there that had a lot of resonance.....really wish they had taken it a little more seriously and explored it more rather than making everything about him into a joke ahahahaha

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

hmmmmmmm Ben, Diego, and Dave

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Klaus & Allison, the two extroverts of the family but also I think they have a lot in common in terms of how they’ve chosen to deal with their trauma and they are kind of inversions of one another

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I think the fandom largely woobifies and babies him. Klaus is a nearly 30 year old man in canon, probably old after the time jumps. While I sympathize his plight and I feel for him, I still think he is an adult who, in canon, makes his choices good and bad and that he often doesn’t consider how his actions affect others around him. He is very selfish and self-centered, he can be incredibly mean (see; how he kept Ben from the rest of his siblings). He’s fucked up. He’s just as gnarled and nasty as the rest of the Hargreeves and I think that the sibs have every right to doubt him even when we the audience knows he’s right.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

oh gosh, the same thing I wish they had done with ALL THE CHARACTERS IN S2. I wish they had given Klaus the opportunity to grow and deal with shit ON SCREEN. Like...okay Dallas is a veeeeery sparse arc in the comics so I understand the show’s need to find a way to populate it to fill a whole season but instead of weird, confusing, and ultimately useless plot shit and romances, I wish they had used the time to have all the characters really come to terms with the last season ON SCREEN. yeah yeah, you can make the argument that they did the development during the time skips but ultimately, that’s development that they DIDN’T FUCKING WRITE and that they DIDN’T FUCKING SHOW US. I actually HATE the adage of “show don’t tell” but in the case of s2, THEY SHOULD HAVE SHOWN US THE DEVELOPMENT. And instead of all the sibs basically getting better and developing while apart (which ultimately defeats the purpose of s1 which tried to posit that the sibs are better together), they should have had all the sibs be together for majority of the season with it ENDING on them getting separate, maybe by being placed in Hotel Oblivion by Reginald in the new timeline, maybe by being split up by time travel bullshit. It was TOO SOON to split the sibs up again and I felt that it showed just how poor and lazy the writing team is that their only avenue for conflict is just splitting up the sibs and resulting miscommunication.

my het ship:

hmmmmmm hard to say just cuz I don’t think he has much romantic tension with any female character on the show tbh. this may be a crack pairing but....maybe Patch/Klaus ahahahah

my fem/slash ship:

horrance, kliego, and klave

my OTP:

Ben/Klaus, goooooooooood!!!!! I wish they had developed that relationship more. Like....especially if they had expanded how Klaus could use ghosts for information? If, instead of having the sublimation of his power just be more physical fighting, that it would be having familiars who could travel from him and enter into places and situations and gather vital information???? like Ben being Klaus’ familiar is........very good for me ahahahah

my OT3:

ben/klaus/diego there’s not a lot i liked from s2 but that tender hug that diego and ben shared is definitely one of them

my cross over ship:

uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh Klaus/Thomas from Odd Thomas ahahahahaha!!!!!

my kink:

mean!Klaus. I wish they would let him be cattier ahahahah

a head cannon fact:

he’s an excellent driver but pretends not to be for the drama of it all

my gender bend:

hmmmmmm I think it Klaus would largely remain the same ahahahahah!!!! but if I were the choose and actress to play a genderbent!Klaus maybe someone like Krysten Ritter??

#klaus hargreeves #tua #tua salt #long post #text post #ask meme

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creepychippy · 5 years ago

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Luigi's Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 6)

Luigi/Kruller: Security Check Expect for some small noises like the humming of security cameras, the squeaking of a chair and some pages of a book being flicked through, the room was entirely silent. When Kruller wasn't doing his usual patrolling around the mall, he would be sitting in his office and absentmindely read a book during his break, sometimes even giving a glance towards the green tinted screens, the occasional flicker dividing his attention away from the string of words that the security guard was holding in his hands. Currently, the first beams of sunshine were making their entrance in the morning sky, which meant that most guests of the Last Resort were either having their sips of coffee to properly wake up or going back to the realm of dreams, depending if they were an early bird rubbing the sleep from their eyes, or a night owl believing that sleep is for the weak. As a result because of this, only a handful of tired ghosts were strolling around the shopping centre, most of them making themselves comfortable on some chairs outside the shop and holding small talk with another one of their kind, the casual giggle ringing through the air here and there. Nothing could seem to break this quiet and calm peace...- until out of nowhere a sudden knock on the door pierced the silence, giving the security officer a small shock, since it caught him off-guard. "Come in." The door was opened and a familiar face stepped into Kruller's workplace, holding a plate with a donut and cup that contained what seemed to be freshly made coffee. "Mornin', Kruller. Steward was a lil' bit-a busy, so I thought-a I lend him a hand and-a bring your breakfast to you-a, instead.", announed the green clothed plumber leaning against the doorway, who has decided to expand his vacation with his friends in this hotel a little bit longer, since a peculiar 'incident' interrupted them at the beginning of their visit. "Ah, that's very nice of you. Steward probably appreciates your help, even though he's an workaholic and would rather done it by himself, as I know...him..." Laying his book aside him, Kruller stared at Luigi in a skeptical way - something was off about the plumber today, he just couldn't put his finger on it. That's when the watchman noticed said something, however. The former ghost hunter's speech was kind of slurred, his movements were rather sluggish and executed in a shakingly manner, which could be observed while he was putting down the tableware on the desk, and the most notable point are the big dark circles that had appeared under his eyes. While Kruller might not be the brightest when it comes to a lot of things that were more or less complex, it didn't mean that he wasn't attentive and mindful when specific subjects were being displayed right in front of him, especially those that he had certain past experiences with. "Had a nightmare?" "..." Propping himself against the doorway and using it as a support for his drowsy body, Luigi stopped dead in his tracks, taking a moment to formulate a response in his head, a particular guard waiting patiently and watching him. "...'s nothing, don't-a-worry about it." "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it, not even a little bit? I do not want to pressure you to do anything that you don't want to do, of course, but sometimes it's just...relieving to have someone hear about your thoughts and worries, you know?" "..." Sighing, the green plumber slowly closed the door behind him, taking a chair out of a corner from the room and positioning it in front of the table in such a way so that he could rest his arms on top of it. "Well, you-a-see..." Luigi took his sweet time describing in detail what had happened in his nightmares and what bothered him, although he stammered and mixed his words up quite a lot along the way. Meanwhile, Kruller silently listened to the poor boy's worries, which went from 'King Boo tried to capture everyone again', 'Everyone hated and abandoned me' and finally to 'I even killed my brother in one dream, because I was brainwashed'. At the end, a sympathetic expression has made itself clear on the purple spectra's face, due to some mentioned aspects being fairly relatable and also stirring up some past memories within him. "...I guess you were-a-right, it was kind of-a-relieving to talk about it. I'm-a feelin' better, thanks..." Sure, to any outsider's eye, Luigi's statement could have been taken as nothing but the truth. The years of paying close attention to behaviours and certain cues from people and being watchful in general, however, told the slightly overweight guard that this was not the case at all. There was still this lingering feeling of guilt and melancholia that was emitted by the plumber's eyes, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Letting Luigi leave in such condition was out of the question, no doubt, but what exactly was the best method to cheer up a grieving plumber? Kruller took a second to ponder, making an effort not to take to long to hatch a plan in case the former ghost hunter was getting impatient, which luckily didn't appear to be the case at least. As soon as an idea popped up inside of the watchman's head, he could've sworn that if he was in a cartoon, a light bulb would have certainly flashed above his head. "Hey, uh, Luigi, if you don't mind, how about we play a little game?" "...Why?" "Ah, well, I don't get a lot of company around here in the morning and nothing interesting happens in that time period anyway, so I thought we could kill some time together." The green plumber seemed to be considering the offer, having his head drowsily raised from his arms a bit in a curious manner. Please let this work. "What-a-exactly is this-a-game called?" "Oh, uh, it's called... 'Security Check', right." "And what do I-a-do in this-a-game?" "Well, for starters you have to stand up and spread your arms out in a T-Shape." Standing up, the green hero followed the named steps, albeit doing it somewhat sluggishly, while the taller spectra, who was now floating behind the tired boy, assisted him to some extend. "Okay, what-a-do I do next?" "Laugh." "...Wait wha-hahahahahat?!" Before Luigi could even process what was happening to him, ghostly fingers were already being scribbled into his sides, sending shockwaves throughout his body and making the plumber clamp down his arms out of reflexes. "K-kruhuhuhullehehehahahar, w-w-whahahahahat ahahaharehehe-ahahahaha y-yohohohuhuhuh doho-hahahaha-dohohohoihihihihihihng ahahahahaha?!!" "What does it look like? Performing a security check on you, silly." The redeemed ghost hunter was immediatly torn out of his fatigued state, wobbily pushing against the bigger spectra's wriggling hands but to no avail, his feet weakly pounding against the ground. "Pleheheheheh-hahahahahah-heheheheahahahasehehehehe, nohohohohohahahahahat ahahahahahahaha-hehehehehehehehehehe t-thehehehehehrehehehehehehe!!" "Not there? Got it." Deciding the sides were becoming a repetitive place to drill his fingers into, Kruller instead went on to work on the fidgeting plumber's ribs, gaining him now a more high pitched chuckling instead of giggling. "Ahahahhaha-AHAHAHA K-KRUHUHUHLLAHAHAHA W-WHAHAHAHAHIHIHIT, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Sir, please stop squirming so much. I have to ensure the safety of every citizen around here, after all.~" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" A giddy Luigi attempted to flee from the mischievous spectra's grasp, but was instantly restrained by one arm and punished by the other hand who had snaked his way into his armpit and was currently spidering said area, causing the poor boy to blush in a deeper shade of red. "Ah, ah, ah.~ Has no one ever taught you to not disrespect the law? Since you dared to resist an officer's instructions, I now have to take proper action to ensure no further resistance.~" "W-WHAHAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIHIHIT-AHAHAHAHAHAHA; I-IHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHM S-SOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHARRYHIHIHIHIHI!!!!" "Tell it to the judge." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Realizing that escape was futile, the writhing ghost hunter let himself lean into the spectra's body which in turn promptly earned him squeezing against his belly and light scratching against his neck, making him shriek and wheeze with bubbled up laughter even more. "EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "I'm sorry sir, but depending on your actions you have to suffer the consequences for it.~" "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE S-S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" After switching from spidering against his neck, squeezing against his sides, scribbling away his ribs and basically tickling every tiniest laughter out of the plumber, Kruller noticed the tears that had formed in Luigi's eyes, prompting him to seize all attacks, giving the blushy and shivering mess of a plumber finally a chance to catch his breath. "Ah, uh, I...I didn't overdo it now, did I...?" Having eventually revovered to a degree that he was able to talk again, the green ghost hunter who had still a hint of red in his face quietly gazed at the worried ghost before finally answering. "Hey, Kruller. You said-a-this was-a-game, right?" "U-uh, yeah, I did...Why?" "Well, that would-a-theoratically mean that the roles of-a-the players can be switched up, right?" The ghost of the security guard, who was backing up into a wall behind him, didn't like where this was going, especially that playful glare and smirk that the plumber was giving him. "I-ah u-uh, I t-think I've got t-t-to go!" "Before you do-a-that, I still have-a-one question to ask-a-you." "...Y-y-yes?" Luigi was now standing in front of a very flustered Kruller, his blue eyes piercing the spectra's very being and his fingers wriggling teasingly towards him. "Are-a-ghosts ticklish?" Ah, well. At least Kruller was able to cheer Luigi up.

#luigismansion #luigi's mansion #luigismansion3 #luigi's mansion 3 #lm3 #luigis mansion tickling #tickling #luigi #kruller #lm3 kruller #luigis mansion kruller #luigis mansion 3 kruller #luigis mansion drabbles #drabbles

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microauthor · 6 years ago

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Tea Time With Terezi

A homestuck commission I wrote for my pal @giantessfeferi! Involves a tiny Nepeta going on a date with Terezi~

“:33 aaand there. that should do it! hopefurlly” She sighed, preparations finished just in time.

Her hands anxiously fiddled with a bunched knot of fabric that provided some sensory relief as she waited. Nepeta figured she should stop eventually since it was a part of her dress, and she didn’t want to tear it with her claws; that would miff Kanaya to no end if she found out all of her hard work had been for naught.

It wasn’t much, but having something to do to fill her time was a small comfort. She had already made preparations, perhaps a bit too early, but still. Every plate was in its place, every saucer had the perfect degree of milk and cream. There was even a sugar bowl piled high, and she wasn’t too keen on sweets to begin with.

…But she knew her date adored sweets.

Nepeta grumbled a deep, throaty noise to fill the uncomfortable silence with at least something. Why was she so nervous about this? She hung out with Terezi all the time! Perhaps it was the offhand comment of this being an actual ‘date’, even though they had never had any official meetings before, or perhaps she was making all of these preconceptions herself and was just making her own damn self anxious for no reason.

“>:33 calm down she can be here at any minute.” Nep muttered to herself, thinking about pulling out her husktop and contacting Terezi that way to see what was taking so long. They lived in the same forest and were practically neighbors, you’d think she’d be a little more prompt.

“:33 unless,” she interrupted herself mid-thought. “:33 she’s being fashionably late on pawrpose to try and be sexy. clefur. furry clefur terezi pyrope you beautiful . . . amazing . . . STUPID . . .”

Just as she was about to message her date in question, a low rumble echoed in the distance, so far away it could hardly be felt. However, it was soon followed by its siblings of sound, each one a rising crescendo that expanded into a colossal cacophony of quaking earth and atmosphere rending sonic blasts. They intermingled in a rhythmic two-step, signaling her guest had arrived.

From her perch atop the table, Nepeta could see a figure walking through the entrance of her cave, so distant upon the horizon it was blurred against the backdrop of trees from the forest proper, but that figure, god bless, was unmistakably Terezi. As she approached, her titanic visage now becoming clearer, Nepeta felt her heart flutter in a combination of anxiety and excitement. She felt the right mind to just rip it out right now, but that might ruin their date.

“H3LLO N3P3T4!” The tealblooded titan called out an eager greeting, stopping just before the table itself. For Nepeta, past the fields of roiling tablecloth that arched into hills, valleys, and mountain peaks, the monoliths of tea sets and silverware, what loomed grander and vaster than all of that was a twin set of thighs that blockaded any view beyond them, encompassing a realm so vast Nepeta could hardly conceive such enormity beyond ‘big’ filling her mind. She looked to the left, and that teal-grey mass of flesh stretched far beyond what she could fathom, disappearing into that iconic distance of sheer size blur. She looked to the right, and the same met her eyes.

She looked up . . . and that towering form above stretched to the heavens . . . nay, beyond them. Rising higher and higher still, no matter how far back the cattroll craned her neck, to the point where it hurt and she could gaze upwards no farther, nothing but a gargantuan set of miles of massive thighs filled the skies. This close up, coupled with the sheer size difference between them, Nepeta couldn’t even see beyond them, no sign of Terezi above save for her presence alone being this vastly intimidating. A gulp trailed down her throat. She was /SO/ glad Terezi had decided to wear shorts today.

“8//33 hi furezi! So glad mew came!!!” The little Leijon called up, scurrying over to her own tinier tea table set up just for her atop this much grander one scaled for people Terezi’s height.

“YOU R34LLY S3T UP SOM3TH1NG TH1S F4NCY JUST FOR M3? WHO 4R3 YOU 4ND WH4T D1D YOU DO W1TH N3P3T4?” She cackled at her own joke, the uproarious laughter bone-piercing and numbing this up close, blasting Nepeta in oncoming waves of sensory-assaulting force.

The rumbling, roaring behemoth of a babe began to sit down at the nearby chair, countless miles upon miles of indiscernibly monumental body speeding by. With a cataclysmically explosive boom she sat, Nepeta feeling the reverberating seismic activity carry on for far longer than the initial touchdown of tush to seat. More of Terezi sped by until the sky became nothing but a wall of reflective red, recognized as TZ’s signature glasses.

“1 4PPR3C14T3 1T THOUGH,” her tone became somewhat softer, if still harsh only due to the thunderous quality of her voice. “1T’S R34LLY SW33T OF YOU. HOW’D YOU 3V3N G3T 4LL TH1S S3T UP 4NYW4Y? NO OFF3NS3 BUT YOU’R3 K1ND OF PUNY.”

“:33 kanaya! she helped meowt big time. without her this probably wouldn’t look half as nice as it does.”

“OF COURS3.” Rezi nodded with only the slightest of rumbling booms emitting from that movement. “1’V3 N3V3R R34LLY H4D T34 T1M3 B3FOR3 SO FORG1V3 M3 FOR NOT KNOW1NG 3V3RYTH1NG.”

“:33 we’ve rolepurrlayed drinking tea togefur befur! mew did it fantastically the ofur month. i f33l it helped progress our rp character’s story wonderfully. lady fl33tpaw and mistress dragonclaw had a pivotal moment in their relationship”

“Y34H BUT 1 JUST BULLSH1TT3D MY W4Y THROUGH TH4T! 1 3V3N LOOK3D UP SOM3 OLD STUP1D H1GHBLOOD RUL3S 4ND SH1T FROM SW33PS 4GO. NOW 1’D H4V3 TO L34RN THOS3 RUL3S 3V3NTU4LLY WH3N I B3COM3 4 L3G1SL4C3R4TOR BUT 1 W4S W41T1NG TO L34RN TH3M L4ST M1NUT3 C4US3 TH3R3’S 4 LOT OF PROP3R 3T1QU3TT3 4ND 4LL TH4T.”

“>:33 i live in a cave and eat the raw flesh of beasts i have slain with my bare claws do mew think i care about manners”

“H3LL Y34H! 1’D H1GH-F1V3 YOU BUT TH3N 1’D WORRY 4BOUT 4CC1D3NT4LLY CRUSH1NG YOU. 1F 1 D1D TH4T TH3N W3 COULDN’T H4V3 TH1S D4T3. H3H3H3H3H3.”

Nepeta blushed and snickered along with Terezi, find the ice to already be broken. What was she worried about in the first place anyway? She had already forgotten.

“SP34K1NG OF WH1CH,” the world that was her date shifted, lifting upwards until a cute button nose, magnified by a million times, came into view. It briefly tilted and took the slightest of whiffs in Nepeta’s general direction, an abyss in the cosmos above equal to a black hole almost threatening to suck her in with a vacuum-like typhoon. Not that she would have minded being ripped from the binds of gravity upwards into it, but then they’d have to carry out their date with Nepeta inside of her! And she knew that might be a little awkward for Terezi.

“1S TH4T . . . 4R3 YOU W34R1NG 4 DR3SS?” She had to keep herself from chuckling, stifling it with a hand over her mouth. It didn’t help much, but at least she was trying.

“;33 maaayb333” The olive speckitty blushed, holding her hands to her cheeks in embarrassment. The dress was simple, but effectively elegant. A short one of pastel green and beige to compliment another, coupled with light flourished stitching along the hem for some flavoring of flair.

“OH MY GOD.” The laughter was beginning to spill out in a thunderstorm of chuckles, hardly contained yet still powerful in their consistent crackle. A fit had fallen upon Terezi, and Nepeta did not speak up until she knew the giant’s giggles would die down.

“>:33 listen dumbbutt I wanted to look cute fur our date! is that so wrong” She replied in an indignant manner, but her laughter couldn’t be contained.

“BUT YOU’R3 4LR34DY CUT3!” The teal titaness spoke in a matter-of-fact manner. “THE DR3SS 1S ST1LL N1C3 THOUGH. C4UGHT 4 WH1FF OF F4NCY F4BR1C 4ND TH3 SL1GHT3ST H1NT OF K4N.”

“>:33 i can be even cuter. more powerfurl than efur befur. no one can stop me”

“4 ST1FF BR33Z3 C4N STOP YOU. NO W41T NOT 3V3N TH4T. 4 L1GHT BR33Z3. 4 G3NTL3 PUFF OF W1ND. 4LSO DON’T YOU L1K3 N3V3R W34R CLOTH3S >8? I R3M3MB3R TH4T B31NG SOM3 PO1NTS OF CONV3RS4T1ON”

“://33 yeah but kanaya worked really hard on it when i told her i was going on a date with mew! i mean. i could take it off if mew want”

A quiet pause from Terezi before she replied, letting that offer from Nepeta hang in the air for a little bit. “. . . L3T’S S4V3 TH4T FOR L4T3R. 1 COULD 3V3N R1P 1T OFF MYS3LF 1F YOU W4NT ME TO~”

“8//33 OKAY TEA TIME FUR TEA AHAHAHAHAHA”

Abruptly ending that line of thought, Nepeta was desperately eager to get things rolling along. “SUR3, SUR3.” Terezi laughed again, turning to observe the tea set upon the table. “SO. HOW DO W3 DO TH1S 3X4CTLY? TH3 HOST POURS TH3 T34, R1GHT?”

“:33 yup!” She nodded with an eager grin, staring up blankly.

“. . . “ If Nepeta could see all of Terezi right now, it’d be the most deadpan expression she could pull staring back down at her.

“:3 . . . oh furck”

“Y34H.”

“:33 wait i can solve this”

Face-palming at the lack of her own foresight, Nepeta frantically scurried to get something together to serve her guest. Even though this could be solved with Terezi simply pouring her own tea, Nep wanted to be classy! A rules-breaking, sophisticated, classy dame of the wilds. Yup. That was her. Also wooing your girl with finely crafted tea felt like a fantasy to her so she just had to try it.

Filling up one of her one tea cups and ensuring it had a ton of creamer and sugar mixed in, she held it aloft with one pinky finger extended to the sky as an offering. “:33 here mew go! i made sure it wasn’t too hot”

“. . . TH4NKS N3P3T4.” Terezi snickered, slowly lowering a descending clawtip towards the invisible fleck of green in her sensory periphery that she recognized as Nepeta. It stopped right before slamming into her with its landmass like scale, Nepeta daintily placing the tea cup along its width with a smile.

The claw retracted slowly and carefully as possible until she raised it up to her mouth, pausing to consider how she should approach this, but shrugging anyway and opening her maw to toss it onto the awaiting sea of her tongue. “Y’KNOW, TH1S 1S PR3TTY GOOD!” Exclaimed with a satisfied smack. Thank goodness for her heightened senses, otherwise she might never have tasted such a pitiably puny thing.

She blushed in response, doing an “Oh you!” hand wave up at her, before realizing something. “:33 oh my tea cup”

“. . . OH. SORRY.”

“;33 no it’s okay! i can go get it if mew want me to”

“K33P FL1RT1NG W1TH M3 L1K3 TH4T 4ND 1 M1GHT JUST T4K3 YOU UP ON TH4T OFF3R!”

“:33 it’s purrobably shattered”

“Y34H 1T D3F1N1T3LY 1S. 1 C4N BUY YOU 4 N3W ON3.”

“:33 naw who n33ds a complete set anyway? i just wanted an excuse to end up in mewr mouth”

“WO4H TH3R3 STR1P3B34ST! YOU’R3 COM1NG ON 4 L1TTL3 STRONG TON1GHT 4R3N’T YOU~? 1 L1K3 1T!”

“>:33 i can’t it that mew’re so cute! it’s illegal is what it is”

“1 M4K3 TH3 L4WS 4ROUND H3R3, OR, 4T L34ST 1 W1LL 3V3NTU4LLY, 4ND 1 S4Y 1T’S COMPL3T3LY L3G4L FOR M3 TO B3 TH1S CUT3 4ND HOT. WH4T 1 4M M4K1NG 1LL3G4L HOW3V3R 1S HOW CUT3 /YOU/ 4R3!”

“>833 how dare mew betray me like this”

“SORRY. YOU DO THE CR1M3 YOU DO TH3 T1M3. 4ND TH3 T1M3 1S SP3ND1NG 4N 1NT1M4T3 3V3N1NG W1TH M3, PUN1SH4BL3 BY S3X1N3SS 4ND K1SS3S”

“:33 okay mew’re allowed to rip off my dress now i think we propfurlly got all the furmalities out of the way” “1 THOUGHT YOU’D N3V3R S4Y SO~” Terezi lorded over her with a deep laugh, reaching down and pinching her up easily betwixt two fingertips that grasped her gently yet firmly. Standing up, Terezi turned and began to make her way out of the cave and out into the dim night of the forest. “L3T’S T4K3 TH1S TO MY PL4C3, UNL3SS YOU’D R4TH3R ST4Y H3R3.”

“:33 oh i’m good don’t worry~” Internally she was screaming due to the fact Terezi was being so upfront and taking charge already. Besides, getting out of the cave every now and then would be good for her, especially if it was to head over to another girl’s hive.

The walk there took no time at all, but on the way over Terezi had taken some liberties to ensure her tiny companion was . . . ‘comfier’. Holding Nepeta upon a single fingertip, she extended a claw towards the fleck of a speck, ensuring Nepeta was safe before proceeding. With only the slightest twitch, the dress had become ripped away to flutter in the breeze behind as the giantess stamped towards her destination, Nepeta left blushing and nude from such a feat of power and gentleness.

“H3R3 W3 4R3,” TZ explained upon entering her treehive, taking in a deep whiff of hive sweet hive, sighing satisfactorily. “4LLOW M3 TO G3T COMFY MYS3LF! H3H3.”

Walking in until she sat down on a couch in a living room area, she set Nepeta briefly down upon a nearby coffee table, looming before her as a towering monolith over the horizon. Winking down at her, Terezi pulled her shirt up and off, struggling only briefly as it caught on her breasts and head, causing Nepeta to snicker at such a cutely goofy display. Nevertheless, she remained undeterred in her pursuit to remain at wooing status, the tealblood reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra with a satisfying snap, the garment freeing the gargantuan rumblespheres from their containment.

Their already considerable mass almost exploded outwards and doubled in size in a wobbling, jiggling skyline that left Nepeta awed from such a display. “YOU W4NN4 S1T TH3R3 4LL N1GHT 4ND OGL3 OR DO YOU W4NT 4N UP CLOS3 4ND P3RSON4L 3XP3R13NC3?”

“:33 up close and purrsonal purrlease”

“W3LL 4L1GHTY TH3N,” she gladly entertained the thought, pinching her up quickly and excitedly, laying back, then setting her down atop one of the behemoth boobs, just at the edge of her areola. “BUT 1’M NOT GO1NG TO DO 4LL OF TH3 WORK. YOU GOTT4 SH4R3 SOM3 ON YOUR 3ND TOO~”

For Nepeta, her landscape had become one of squishy-softness, her feet sinking in ever so slightly. It stretched onwards and outwards for miles on end, knowing fully well it went even further than that past the limits of her sight, grey tinted with teal behind her, a sharpened grin of fangs encompassing the sky, while before her a grand mountain so inconceivably massive it put any other so called country or continent to shame. Nepeta stared upwards towards the sheer enormity of flesh that made her feel even punier standing before it, slowly approaching its ley line like girth in reverence. She knew what Terezi wanted her to do, and she was eager to.

As she encroached closer and closer, a several minute walk for her even though Terezi had set her practically beside it, they carried on a small conversation about how this mimicked an rp they had done earlier, as well as what constituted as tea. Could you boil any form of leaf and make it drinkable? That question went unanswered when it became painfully obvious how excited Terezi was just thinking about Nepeta climbing her nipple, the distant clap of thunderous thighs a nod to that, as well as the noticeable change in tone in the explosive syllables rattling overhead every time she spoke.

With a mighty leap that propelled her high, she slammed into the sensitive mountainface, using various pores and wrinkles that she could absolutely fit into as footholds and walkways, and then began to ascend. “:33 i’ll k33p mew posted on my purrogress! i can defurnitely confurm i will not be able to climb this in one night”

“TH4T’S OK4Y, 1’LL B3 W4TCH1NG 4NYW4Y. B3S1D3S, H3H3, 1F 1 FOCUS 1T F33LS R34LLY GOOD~”

“:oo won’t it get boring watching me climb mewr nip fur hours?”

“NOP3. YOU KNOW 1’M 1NTO SH1T L1K3 TH1S. B3S1D3S, 1’M SP3ND1NG T1M3 W1TH YOU 4R3N’T 1?”

“://33 ohhhh furezi!!!” Not being able to contain herself, Nepeta puckered up and plastered a little kiss against the surface of skin, following it up with a full-bodied nuzzle. She hadn’t thought of the consequences of her actions fully, as a violent rumbling threatened to toss her off before she had even begun.

Clinging with all of her might, she stared heavensward as the mightily massive nipple became even moreso, its presence nearly doubling into the astronomical realm of enormity in its hardening.

“:33 whoops”

“MY MY, LOOKS L1K3 YOUR CL1MB JUST GOT 4 LOT TOUGH3R. B3TT3R G3T GO1NG~” Despite her own flustering words, Terezi’s face had a significant blush of teal as she examined and felt Nepeta’s actions. As minute and near indiscernible as they were, that was just the spark of it that helped made it all the more special.

“1 COULD L34V3 YOU ON TH3R3, YOU KNOW?” TZ remarked roughly an hour and a half into the speckitty’s climb. “JUST GO 4BOUT MY D4Y W1THOUT 4 C4R3 1N TH3 WORLD FOR 4LL TH3 H4VOC 1’D B3 C4US1NG TH3 L1TTL3 M1T3 ON MY N1PPL3. YOU’D B3 4T TH3 M3RCY OF MY S1MPL3ST 4CTIONS,” a guttural laugh.

“FOR3V3R LOST. HOW LONG WOULD 1T T4K3 YOU TO 3V3R R34CH TH3 P34K 1F YOU W3R3N’T CRUSH3D OR LOST? D4YS? W33KS? MONTHS? 1’D W4G3R SW33PS, BUT 1’M NOT SO SUR3 1F YOU’D SURV1V3 TH4T LONG~”

“>8//33 stop tormenting me with hot ideas or you’ll be getting anofur kiss missy”

“OH MY, WH4T3V3R W1LL 1 DO?! 4 K1SS FROM MY M4T3SPR1T! GOD FORB1D SUCH 4 F4T3.”

“;** mwah” She did just so, smooching the sensitive softness to which she clung. A shiver shook her very world, glad to see such a reaction.

“4LR1GHT TH4T’S 1T. NO MOR3 M1SS N1C3 G1RLFR13ND”

Pressing her finger at the base of her nipple, she slowly began to pull it upwards, Nepeta having not even climbed even distance to cover even that of the fingertip’s width; so when Rezi pressed the appendage into the nub, she had become smothered. With a light flick she flipped it up, off, and then onto the top of her nipple, grinding and pressing Nepeta against its surface with enough pleasurable a sensation she had to bite her lip.

“YOU OK4Y?”

“:33 i am~” A muffled cry replied, Nepeta fully smushed and smothered to the point she was sure she had gone numb, but not enough she couldn’t start rubbing and grinding her own self into the nipplescape into which she was pressed.

“W3, C4N, UH, CUDDL3 L1K3 TH1S FOR 4 WH1L3 1F YOU W4NT.” Even Terezi was having her limits of how much embarrassment she could take, her free hand trailing along her body before resting on her other breast. She wasn’t full-on groping just yet, simply enjoying what had happened so far and waiting for confirmation from Nepeta.

She felt the same, pausing briefly to just enjoy the mashing, the presence, and well, just Terezi overall. She loved her. “:33 yeah this is fine”

With a struggle Nepeta managed to turn over onto her back so that she faced the finger above. Smiling to herself, she hugged it, pressing fully against it, and she could swear she felt Terezi press down ever so slightly more in response.

#giantess #gts #micro #macro #homestuck

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firecrackerroot · 6 years ago

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Dear DC3, here’s the answer you deserve....

Once again, my friend, once again you manage to make me tear up at work and spend an entire day thinking about how to reply to you. But I’m going to try. AS best as I can without starting to cry again ahahaha everything you said is in bold and my answer will be bellow each part. Here we go....

Your mind? Unmatched. Your writing ability? Flawless. Hotel? Trivago.

Okay, so two three things first:

1. I’m not sure if you can see my email (I had to put it on the form to submit this), but just in case you can I want it to be known that middle school me did not know how horrible a person real life Randy Orton is. I have since come to my senses and no longer stan.

- I completely understand because I too have an embarassing email and it’s too late to let it go ahaha

2. I’m sorry this took a century to get to you. My only excuse is a winter storm that the States had wrecked my internet connection (and my will to do anything productive, tbh). To make up for it, I shall share my thoughts on both chapter 10 and the epilogue at the same time so it doesn’t take me another hundred years to message you about the last chapter.

- I would’ve waited another century, don’t worry :) as for the storm, I hope the only thing it damaged was your internet connection and that other than that, everything else is okay. And just like your internect connection, I hope your will to do anything productive has been restored!

Sidenote: I’m finishing writing this at 4:30am where I live, so I’m going to go ahead and apologize if most of this has spelling errors or doesn’t make sense. I’m going to try and go back over this before I submit it so you don’t have to read a whole mess………. but also I’m tired so….. sorry :D

- 4.30am??????????? On a week day?????????? Holy shit! Thank you for your bravery, truly ahahaha

Anyways, onto my favorite fic ever…

- *blushes*

I love how you were able to explain The Marine 6’s plot in a way that didn’t take away from the story you were telling. I believe that even if I never watched the film, I would still be able to understand what was going on… but since I did watch the whole thing, I greatly appreciated how you structured this chapter in a way that you didn’t explicitly need to recap everything that was going on in the movie. It made for a much smoother read, so thank you.

- Phew! I’m glad to know that, both those things. The structure and the plot. Because I struggled a little bit with making sure everything would fit and make sense and I had to keep thinking about the movie and plot holes where I could fit my story so.... It was a lot of juggling. And fun fact: I tweeted the director of the movie about how long he thinks the action of the movie took, just to be sure my hours were correct but he didn’t get the questions and told me how long it took them to shoot the movie so I just went with my calculations ahahahaha

“In fact, had Maddy stayed in their apartment another minute or two, Cassie would’ve been on her knees pleading for her not to go.” I love this sentence because of how easily you were able to express Cassie’s love for Maddy in four short words: “on her knees pleading.” Picturing tall, strong Cassie so willing to show that type of vulnerability to Maddy is just so… i can’t think of the word… idyllic? idk… it was just a really gentle moment between the two. I genuinely enjoyed that simple sentence.

- Now that you mention it, I’m actually picturing tall strong Cassie on her knees begging Maddy not to go and it hurts. But I get what you’re saying. Is a type of vulnerability not everyone is willing to give/feel and we don’t get to see every day. But those two? They’re on that level.

Also, I love how you were able to insert your own universe in actual movie events without it being a reach. For example, having Cassie be the reason the boat and Cat showed up was a really nice touch and such an effortless way to express how much Cass looks out for Maddy.

- Cat actually shows up because Maddy asks one of the guys to ask her to return and bring the rest of them but, while Cat is driving there, she can still tell Cassie what’s happening. As for the boat, it felt so random in the movie that I had to explain it. Like......... She’s supposed to hold Sarah hostage in the building and then leave so why would the boat be there? Makes no sense ahahaha

I’m not sure if I’ve ever properly addressed this (and I’m still not sure how to word it correctly), but I love how your foreshadowing(?) comes off almost offhandedly? Like, you mentioned once about the significance of Cassie’s name in Greek mythology and then you subtly had that theme pop up in Maddy’s musings about her in past chapters… and if you weren’t paying attention I feel like it’d be easy to overlook those little tie-ins you so seamlessly include. I think it’s referred to as a motif? I’m not really sure, though, I never really spent time trying to understand that stuff in school and now I’m kinda regretting it lol. But anyways, I believe this is the first time you outwardly used that mythology connection to Cassie’s “predicting” an event in this chapter à la the drowning nightmare she had after watching a scary movie before bed. And that’s not the only thing that you would reference to in a past chapter and then repeatedly tie into something going on in the current chapter (like the life-changing car ride moments, the knife, etc.)… This story was so connected and thought out it blows my mind because I feel like that’s the type of writing I usually see in actual books and not fanfiction.

- Tbh I have no idea what it’s called either ahahahahaha but....... I truly like full circles. In shows and movies and books. And when they’re, like you say I do, easily overlooked, it makes everything more awesome because whenever you go back, you find something new. And I like that so.... I write that................. One thing about Cassie’s predictions tho. The mythology about her said no one believed her predictions and Maddy didn’t believe she shouldn’t go and, well, look what happened.

You’re such an intelligent writer and I’m not sure if I just never paid enough attention to other fics before or what, but I feel like I haven’t seen the same amount of time, dedication, and thought you put into your work be replicated in the same success in anything else I’ve read on ao3. And that’s not to say that other stories I spent time reading on that site weren’t good or the author didn’t spend as much time as you did on their story… but idk dude, there was just something so special about your fic that I had to say something. Honestly, I think that’s what made me reach out to you, to begin with. I just needed you to know how fantastic this story was because it touched me in a way other fics haven’t. But lemme stop this ramble here because we have more of the actual story to discuss…

- *insert photo of Becky, crying, holding her title close to her chest after the Last Woman Standing match*

I’m not sure if it was how I was reading it or if you meant it this way, but once Michael helped Cassie provide Maddy another means of an escape through water, I feel like Cassie’s panic over the situation skyrocketed and that feeling was replicated in the way you wrote her thought process. I even started to read the chapter a bit faster to find out what was going to happen next, which caused me to miss things; I had to go back and force myself to slow down and absorb your words properly- something I feel like Cassie was also doing as to not prematurely freak out over a situation that hasn’t happened yet. So that was kind of cool “bonding” moment I had with Cassie there lol.

- I love that you bonded with Cassie for all the wrong reasons ahahahaahahahahahahhahahahahaah but yeah, I meant it like that. The fact that Michael sent the boat didn’t help Cassie calm down. It only worsen the situation for her because all she could think about was her dream and it was suffocating her.

“This time, Cassie’s heart was sinking lower and lower in her body. To a depth she had never reached.” STOP WITH THE DROWNING REFERENCES IT HURTS MY HEART!!!

- I’M. SORRY.

“IF YOU DON’T CALL IT, I WILL PICK UP THAT PHONE AND I WILL MOVE HELL IF I HAVE TO.” I imagine if this was a movie that this would be the part where the audience would cheer the main character for not sitting idly by and letting the love of their life die and also where the gays would weep because "they love each other so much” 😂

- True and every true ahahahahahaahhahahaha

“I’m not going to lose the love of my life because of someone who never loved her enough.” Okay, wow, the power of that statement hurt but also YASSSSS CASSIE. It’s ridiculous how much you’ve made me love these characters. Like I feel actual happiness that Maddy has someone like Cassie to love her that perfectly (and i’m a lil jealous because why can’t I find my own Cassie?)

- Confession: I had to stop writing after that line because I started crying about it. And that was one of the lines I didn’t have planned. I was doing my thing, thinking about that dialogue and suddenly I hear Cassie’s crying voice say that in the back of my mind and I had to sit down because well, shit. (you’ll find your Cassie unless...................... you’re Cassie!)

Also, it is so refreshing to have a healthy parental relationship being shown here. Honestly, the fact that Michael, without question, gave up a favor with the coast guard all based on Cassie feeling that something was wrong is HUGE. Michael could have used that favor if something went wrong in a deal and they had to hide evidence in the water or something… like it could have been a “get out of jail free” card and he didn’t even blink when deciding to use it on Cassie’s whim. I’m so, so, so happy Maddy found the Knox’s. She deserves this level of love after the bullshit her father has put her through… When you expand this universe into little one-shots, I would love to see the Knox family dynamics where Maddy is concerned. Like the process of how each member fell in love and accepted this broken Irish girl into their family and the maddening moments where they could tell Maddy didn’t understand how important she is to them. I can just imagine how many headaches her obliviousness gave the Knox’s throughout the years.

- Michael might be a mob king but he’s a very Soft man. And not only did he knew how much Maddy meant to Cassie, he also wasn’t willing to lose Maddy. Which means that if he could do something to save her, even if it meant giving up a “get out of jail free” card, as you say it, to help? Then so be it. Also isn’t it painfully interesting that Horus destroyed Maddy’s life in more ways than one but at the same time, he was the one that gave her the Knox’s? Makes you think.......................................... As for your wish, consider it granted. Title of the story? “Michael and Beth: 2 times they realized they loved Maddy and 2 times they wished she understood.”

When you switch back to Maddy’s POV and she basically says she deserves to die because of the choices she made, I wanted to grab her out of the water and strangle her myself for being so DUMB to believe she deserved it and for how SELFISH she was by giving up because Cassie doesn’t deserve a dead girlfriend!!!! Ugh, I love her so much but sometimes I really want to ram Maddy’s head against the wall lmaoo.

- Same, my friend, same ahahahahaha when I imagined the scene and proceeded to write it, I remember laughing because c’mon Madssssssssssssssssssssss, the girl is waiting!

“Beth, her mother, was waiting by the hospital door and no one seemed to be around. Strange for that time of the day.” Ah, I see the “great lengths to protect” Maddy conversation we had on tumblr came to play here. Again, I’m so glad she has this family in her life.

- That’s exactly it. Michael emptied that aisle of the hospital just so Maddy could be taken in without being seen.

Also, did the importance of the mausoleum ever come into play? Maybe I’ll answer my own question when I reread the epilogue to write my comments on that… Speaking of, I can’t believe how long this post already is and I’m not even on the epilogue yet.

- Not explicitly, no. Since the Hayes left when Nora was killed, her body was left behind for others to bury. Others being her family that never approved her marriage to Horus. So, obviously, they’d bury her on their terms, with her name. It was also a little bit of foreshadowing that Maddy too wouldn’t be buried in the mausoleum.

“To know it was real and that she hadn’t been fed false hopes only to crumble to her knees by a hospital bed.” Hmmmmm, is this a subtle nod to earlier in the chapter where Cassie was going to drop to her knees and beg Maddy to stay? ‘Cause then you do the same thing with the, “Everything was calm. The storm had already passed. And they both reached the shore. Safe and sound.” lines. Tying it back to the beginning of their relationship where a storm was roaring until they stopped being stupid and gentle rain awarded them after they finally embraced. It’s poetic really.

- I didn’t meant that kneeling to be a subtle nod to the beginning of the chapter but I did mean the storm passing one. Good eye!!!!!!

I don’t even want to talk about the following paragraphs that lead to the end of the story. They’re too perfect and heartbreaking and there’s nothing for me to say because you already have. Brava, my friend.

- I feel you but let me just say that I felt a little bit of pride with the last two lines Michael and Beth said. The whole “we’re asking you to marry our daughter”.

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Onto the epilogue…

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m going to have a lot to say on this because this whole chapter is just so perfect to me. You couldn’t pay me to come up with a better ending than this… Everything just came so full circle, it’s beautiful. I can easily picture the epilogue being an end credit scene of the film where you think the hard parts are over and haynox is living an idyllic life out in Ireland, just for the ending seconds of the film to close out on the two kicking ass and being the badass partner in crime duo we know them to be. I love it, I love it, I love it.

- Yeeeeeeeeeees, that’s what I meant for it to be. End credits, wrapping up everything. And when it all looks nice and smooth, the fire starts to burn and our partner in crime duo start to be badass again!

“But you love and respect your wife so…” Ahhh!!! it’s so weird seeing them call each other that, but (if you couldn’t tell) I love it! It’s what these dummies deserve. Also, I have a feeling it might have gone over my head, but is the necklace metaphor about their love/Maddy not being able to slip away? Like the necklace is tying down the ring so it can’t do something stupid like, say, DROWN IN THE WATER? 😂

- Huahahahahaha Maddy feels the same way, she’s also not used to the new term but they’ll get used to it. They have a lifetime to do so after all. As for the metaphor, it’s two things actually xD The first one you’re very close. I don’t know if you watched Jennifer’s Body but the only reason why Jennifer doesn’t die when Needy stabs her is because of their friendship necklace and when Needy rips it off, she dies. It’s like she’s tied to life by it. And the same can be said about Maddy and her necklace + ring. (it also means Cassie has Maddy by the throat which relates to their bedroom shenanigans but lets leave it at that ahahahah)

Also, the whole funeral scene was gold. From Cassie wanting to burn Horus alive and then realizing Hell will do that for her to Maddy being an idiot for considering leaving the car but allowing Cassie to have the control in confronting her father and finally ending her story with the Hayes. Ugh. Genius.

- Initially, I had planned for Cassie to set his car on fire and then drive away but as a I was writing, it sort of happened this way and I like it much better ahahah And we all know Maddy is an idiot but Cassie avenged her properly so it was all good.

Speaking of, you handled the time jumps so effortlessly and I could see you going back to certain events in your side stories- like Cassie helping Maddy through her fear of water, their first Christmas together as a couple, Maddy realizing that she was wrong before and that warm home she didn’t believe she could have again in Ireland was always possible with Cassie by her side… so many possibilities. (Also, I’d 100% be content with just playing them out in my head, so don’t feel obligated/overwhelmed to write them!)

- All of these have been added to my to-do list ahahahaha but I’m on vacation right now so unless you want to talk about certain parts of that before I start writing, we can. If not, starting February 22, I will HOPEFULLY make it rain again.

Okay, so the reasoning behind Maddy’s new name is perfect and everything I never knew I needed. And I totally see Maddy in you with the “…was more than what you thought you deserved. And more than you could ever thank them for.” bit. Newsflash, my friend, you and Maddy both deserve what this story has given you. I hope that one day you both can accept how wonderful you are and how much you deserve the praises you get on the world’s you create.

- All I can say to this message is thank you and I truly hope you’re right because in this moment? I can only vouch for Maddy when I say she deserves the world. Can’t say the same about myself. But I appreciate your words, all of them and I’m forever thankful for them. I hope you know that.

Weird coincidence, but I recently stumbled upon the song “Call Me” by Shinedown and have been kind of obsessed with it so when I found out that the pub and shop are called Sinners and Saints I was shooketh™ because that’s literally a line in the song… Anyways, I love the name of the buildings. I feel like that fits who they are so perfectly, you know? They are not one or the other, hot or cold, in or out, they’re always a perfect mix of both.

- I just heard that song and it’s preeeeeeeeetty cool and can actually fit Maddy, if you think about it. The names of the buildings actually came from the song that names the chapter because I feel it perfectly recaps the story. But yes, they’re a mix of both and isn’t that the best place to be?

And my god, we do not deserve Cassie. Her buying the shop? Painting the door green? Doing the research to find out the name of the pub that Maddy herself forgot? Having an auto shop be RIGHT there????? It’s fate. The red string theory. All the people and events they had to go through brings them right back where it started because that’s where they belong. It’s beautiful, so, so beautiful.

- When Cassie bought the shop, she asked for the history of it, previous owners and all that to get the information about it. And the auto shop was built from scratch because it wasn’t there. The red string theory always comes into play and especially here because, if you think about, they would’ve met at the pub even if Maddy’s left hadn’t changed. Think with me. Maddy would keep working at the pub, unknowing about the rest and one day Cassie and Michael enter to greet Horus and say their brewery is branching into Europe. It would’ve happened anyway.

I love that you showed Maddy calling Michael. She finally has a father that not only cares about her but is someone Maddy feels like she can go to and express herself to. And I love how you wrapped up her life in America. I can’t remember what chapter it was in, but I know you mentioned that even though Maddy does bad things, she always tries to make sure the innocents are spared so they don’t have to experience what she had to. So to see Neptune, the shop, and the rest of her employees being taken cared of instead of just forgotten after her “death” is perfect and such a Maddy thing to do. I’m thrilled you included that small bit.

- She could’ve called Beth but she wanted specific information only Michael could give. And yes, she finally has A Father. That’s her motto. That and the fact that it was never about the money. So she always paid her employees handsomely and if they needed help with a children tuition of something, she’d gladly pay for it. Knowing about that dependency, she would obviously leave them her car shop money if anything was to happen. Which she did.

I also love that haynox didn’t have to give up everything they wanted to be safe. In fact, they got everything they ever wanted- they’re married and in love, Maddy has her car shop she worked so hard for, Cassie has the brewery that she gets to build from the ground up, they’re both still involved in the crime business, and they both get to live in a place they consider to be “home.” You could not have written a more perfect ending.

- Everything they ever wanted is their, so long as they work for it. And they did. And now it’s time to enjoy every second of it. Together.

You gave them paradise.

- And you gave me many reasons to smile. I’m beyond thankful for the day that you decided to follow my story and felt so............. compelled by it............... that you decided to reach out and overwhelm me time and time again. Thank you. So much. For everything. I hope you stick around for more and I hope you know how awesome and kind and giving you are :)

#dc3 #my friend you overwhelm my heart with positivity and i'm not used to it #still so thankful #haynox paradise

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tin-can-iron-man · 7 years ago

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Imagine if Tony was actually Peter's father but neither of them knew, and then one day Peter is getting their blood tested (for some reason, maybe he's been injured and in the medical ward idk, and Friday just decides to do every test because Tony was vague with his request) and Tony gets the results back and finds out he is Peter's biological father

Oh my god.Oh my god you listen to my YOU WRITE THIS OKAY OR GET SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS BECAUSE I WILL CONSUME THIS WITH SUCH VIOLENT INTENSITY THE UNIVERSE WILL EXPAND I SWEAR TO GOD–

Things that may happen:

1. Tony thinks its just a prank until the the room goes deadly silent after he laughs.

2. Peter being really confused cuz uh no he’s Mr. Stark he’s not my dad he’s Mr. Stark I oh my god oh my god Mr. Stark is my father MR STARK IS MY FATHER WHAT.(2 ½. Uhhhh aunt may have fun explaining to Peter why u r Tony’s baby instead of ur dad’s–uhm he means uh not tony but his other dad (u kno the dead one) that’s gonna be great)

3. Tony clearly panics because WHAT IS HE GOING TO TELL PEPPER–

4. “So does this mean I get to drive your cars” “AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA–I’m laughing so hard you can hear me wheezing kid–I-AHAHHAHAHA”

5. UH, GODFATHER AND UNCLE RHODEY????????? YES PLEASE??????

6. Aunt May cries in joy of Peters FINANCIAL PROBLEMS BEING TAKEN CARE OF BY BILLIONAIRE GENIUS TONY STARK UH THANKS

7. UHHHHHH???? PETER TELLING NED??????? OH MY GOD???????

8. the ultimate fuck you to peters bullying problem comes in the form of Tony Stark walking in and saying he wants to check his son out of class for science!!!!–he means uh, a doctors appointment.(8 ½. Flash didn’t believe peter when Ned tells the whole school (oops) but uh peters not even that mad he’s like still halfway convinced he’s having a weird dream)

9. Tony buys peter matching suits and sunglasses.

10. TONY GETTING THE CHANCE TO FUCK WITH THE PRESS???? AHAHAHAHAHA YES PLEASE.

Listen I could go on for days about this okay but just like….. yes please YES PLEASE YES.

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floraobsidian · 7 years ago

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deprivation (2/3?)

Ahahahahaha when your two-part fic expands into at least three because the second part was many times longer than the first.

To all of you who read the first part, thank you all so much for your lovely feedback! I’m blown away by how much people seem to be enjoying this -- it’s my first work in this fandom, wasn’t sure how well it was gonna go.

Available on AO3 here under Flora_Obsidian

Word Count: 1185 Warnings: mild cursing on Virgil’s part

Part One | Part Three

The way it happened was like this:

In making more of an effort to include Virgil, the four sides spent a lot more casual time with one another. They interacted before, how couldn't they interact before, with all of them sharing the mindscape together? But they were only... acquaintances, co-workers, not exactly friends. The sit-down dinners, the movie nights, the group brainstorming sessions where they all actually listened, all of those were new.

In spending more time with one another, not doing things that required them to solve dilemmas for Thomas, they found that they actually enjoyed one another's company more than they had before. Logan didn't have much of a sense of humor, and never had, but he started to appreciate Patton's puns and dad jokes, given how they required near-instantaneous relating of words during conversation. Virgil was more gentle in voicing some of his concerns, trying to slide out of the role of villain that he had been acting in for so long, and he even smiled a little more often. Roman criticized and talked over the others less, and listened more. It was definitely stilted, more often than anyone was comfortable with, but they were doing all right.

In enjoying one another's company, they actively sought out more time with one another. And the cycle continued.

The way it happened was like this:

It was another movie night; as it was Roman's turn to pick, they were watching yet another Disney movie, but one of the ones the other sides had mentioned enjoying. He took careful mental notes whenever one expressed a preference and tried to incorporate them. Movie nights were hardly fun, after all, with only one out of four actually enjoying what was on screen. Patton was sprawled out across the couch in his cat onesie, taking up Roman's recently evacuated space as well as any other room for either Logan or Virgil. This was fine for the latter two, since Logan had a mug of tea and a soft quilt over in his armchair, and Virgil was slowly walking back from the kitchen with a full mug of hot chocolate cupped in his hands to sit in his own chair.

Unfortunately, Patton had kicked a lot of the pillows off the couch in his endeavor to stretch out as much as he could, and Virgil tripped over one in his path that he didn't see; he caught his balance quickly enough, but a considerable amount of his drink sloshed over the ceramic rim of the mug and onto the arm and cushion of his chair, dripping off his fingertips.

“Well.” He looked at the mess for a moment, two. “Shit.”

Roman glanced over from where he was setting up the DVD; Patton gasped, though at the curse or the spill, none of them were quite sure, and vaulted over the back of the couch, nearly startling Virgil into spilling more. “I'll get paper towels!”

“...It isn't a big problem,” said Logan after a hesitant pause, looking unsure of himself, unused to being the reassuring one, but seeing the way that Virgil's shoulders were creeping up, how his posture had suddenly gone tense. “If we put enough towels down to soak up the worst, there are cleaning supplies around somewhere to take care of it after the movie.”

Virgil huffed, a short puff of air through his nose, but relaxed marginally all the same. “...Yeah,” he answered, and stepped aside when he heard the patter of Patton's footsteps on the floor so the moral side could start cleaning, sticking his tongue out at Virgil when he tried to help. “And the floor's not so bad, anyhow.”

“Nope!” Patton said brightly, shaking his head, folding up paper towels to put on the floor and cushions. “Nope, you can sit on the couch with us!”

“But--”

“Couch.”

Virgil looked taken aback, and shuffled on his feet. “There-- isn't enough room--?”

“Plenty of room!”

“I'm not--”

“Hi, Not! I'm Dad!”

Virgil looked at him. Roman, done setting up the DVD, grinned. Patton pointed to the couch.

Virgil sat on the couch.

Roman went to get the popcorn; Patton sat down next to Virgil, looked at the stretch of empty couch on his left, looked over his shoulder to where they could hear Roman, looked at Logan by himself over in his armchair.

“...We could all fit on the couch together!” he exclaimed, and clapped his hands together. It didn't make much of a noise, given that his hands were inside the cat-paws of his onesie, but his excitement was plain.

Virgil curled around his hot chocolate almost protectively. Logan similarly curled around his tea, and there was a distant “What?” from the kitchen-- but then he got up, careful not to spill his own drink, quilt around his shoulders, and settled on the far end of the couch from the other two, leaving plenty of room for the creative side between them.

Patton beamed. When Roman came back, he said nothing, just turned the lights off, sat down with a bowl of popcorn large enough for the four of them, pressed play on the remote, and settled back.

This way it happened was like this:

The movie played, and the four of them started out in isolated sections of the couch, careful to leave empty space between them, Patton in his onesie, Virgil burrowed in his hoodie, Logan with his quilt, Roman with his snuggie.

Virgil finished his hot chocolate and moved to put the empty mug down on the side table. When he turned back to get resettled, he found himself closer to Patton than he meant to be, and froze-- jerking away would come across as rude, but invading someone's personal space was even worse, and what if Patton got upset--? But Patton giggled as he watched Moana deal with the antics of her pet chicken, which meant he couldn't be too upset, and Virgil stayed where he was, arm-to-arm with the other side, their knees knocking together.

Roman started to mumble agony under his breath in various keys about a third of a way through the film (his foot had fallen asleep), and continued to shift about until Logan told him to hush so they could all hear. This, of course, resulted in Roman nodding decisively and turning so that he was resting his head on Patton's shoulder, shoving his feet into Logan's lap in as deliberately invasive a movement as he could manage.

Logan, surprisingly, didn't push him away except when he needed to move and put down his own empty mug.

The movie ended, and the credits rolled, and the four of them – quite comfortably settled in a tangle of limbs and blankets – realized the remote was out of reach on the table in front of them at about the same time.

None of them moved.

The silence stretched out to the point of becoming awkward.

“I can get the--” Roman started at the same time as Patton:

“Can we stay like this? Please?” and finally Logan's:

“I think we need to talk.”

Tag List: @lizziepopanime @awesomelissawho @cinnamonrollpatton @macabreingenue

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #roman sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #flora writes #not that it's really relevant to the fic but virgil is the one who mentioned liking this movie #he enjoys riling up roman by comparing his dramatics to tamatoa #and also lowkey relates to that one scene with te fiti #(not that he'll ever admit that)

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knightedwriter · 7 years ago

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11 (43) Questions Tag

Alright so I was tagged by @madmooninc, @rhiannon-writes, @winnieleighwrites, and @bellepaige to answer some questions! So I’ll do all of them at once *cracks knuckles* All under the cut, of course, so I don’t flood anyone’s dash.

Rules: Answer the questions given to you, then write 11 more and tag 11 people. Given this post has a lot I’ll probably skip the tagging! I’ll do this in sets so people can find the questions they gave me easier.

1. Who is your favorite OC to write of all your WIPs?

Laethe from Death’s Name. She’s not a typical protagonist for me--hard headed, not willing to let things get to her, very action oriented.

2. Who is the most morally correct of your Ocs?

This is a really subjective question, tbh. But I’d probably say Laethe. She’s young and she makes mistakes, but her heart is in the right place.

3. What are some movies/tv shows that inspire you to write?

I’m not all that inspired by tv shows/movies. FMA:B and Avatar: The Last Airbender are definitely stories that really moved me, so I would say they inspired me the most.

4. Post a gif that represents the main character of your WIP

Laethe @ everything that happens to her.

5. What’s your favorite beverage to drink while writing?

Tea!

6. Which of your OCs would you most want to hang out with?

Garrick or Laethe for sure.

7. Which of your OCs would you not get along with?

Alderon, probably. Karolus too. Desmines would also most likely not like me.

8. Describe your WIP(s) with three words

The Moon’s Song: blood, kindness, forgiveness

Contact: Grief, terror, healing

Death’s Name: Loss, confusion, betrayal

9. Who do you share your writing with?

I share it on this blog! And a few friends get to see a bit more.

10. Do you believe in writing advice?

Sure, if it seems good, solid writing advice to me. But I take everything with a grain of salt, and if something doesn’t work for me then I leave it.

11. Novel writing, poetry, or short-story writing?

Novels!

1. How similar is your story world to the Earth we live on?

The Moon’s Song definitely draws from historical aspects of Earth, as does Contact and Death’s Name but that’s where the similarity ends. I deal with lgbtqia+ fantasy and science fiction, so anything can happen.

2. What inspired any of your WIPs?

The Moon’s Song: I’ve always been fascinated with vampires, and with knights, and this one scene with both wouldn’t leave my head. So I started writing.

Contact: Again, a fascination with aliens, and a scene that wouldn’t leave my head. But also my struggles with anxiety and depression and wanting to explore that.

Death’s Name: This one actually was partly inspired by The Name of The Wind series by Patrick Rothfuss. Also knights. And explorations of identity--I thought of it during a confusing time in my life.

3. What song best explains the squad in your WIP?

For The Moon’s Song that’s probably Renegades by X Ambassadors. It’s so perfect.

Not sure about the others, though.

4. Do you use Pinterest for your characters/stories?

Yep! Specifically for The Moon’s Song but I want to expand to the others because it has helped me so much!

5. Do you have an Asshole character?

Ahahahahaha yes. The one villain whose name you don’t get yet, Michael (Garrick’s abusive ex), Karolus is kinda an asshole (but a good asshole), and I’m sure there’s some others I’m missing.

6. What superhero is similar to or is idolized by your OCs?

Rella, Garrick’s mom, instantly makes me think of Wonder Woman.

7. Do your protagonist and antagonist get along?

Depends on which ones you’re talking about.

The Moon’s Song: Given that Alderon is the protagonist, Garrick kinda counts as the antagonist for the first half. So yes, they do.

Death’s Name: Laethe and Them do not get along for most of the series, but toward the end there is some...mutual respect.

Contact: That’s...complicated.

8. How many of your current WIPs do you plan to publish, if you are publishing?

All of them, if I can. I dream of showing my ideas to the world.

9. Which artist would your MC want to meet/to see on Tour?

Desmines likes a band called Rapid Flight (a band from their time) so they would love to see them.

10. Is there a song that inspires you to write, or inspired any of your WIPs?

I mainly like instrumental music, but I have hunted for a few songs that represent my WIPs.

The Moon’s Song is inspired by Dark Star by Jaymes Young, Moondust by Jaymes Young, Something Wild by Lindsey Sterling, I’ll be Good by Jaymes Young, and a few love songs I’ve gathered.

11. What trends do your OCs use/wear/etc.?

Not sure how to answer this one tbh? Laethe and Garrick wear armor a lot, if that’s what you mean. Alderon likes noble’s clothes. Desmines has a ship uniform.

1. Do you listen to music or ambiance while you write? Or just silence? If it’s music, what genre?

Music. I usually can’t write in silence. The music is usually instrumental, but that’s changed with The Moon’s Song since I’ve gathered songs for it.

2. Are any of your characters sassy?

Oh yes. I’ll just list them.

The Moon’s Song: Serah, Garrick (a bit), the twins (A in particular), [Villain’s Name] in very disturbing ways

Death’s Name: Alvera, Illa, Aja, probably others I’m forgetting

Contact: Some future characters that I have not fully fleshed out yet, but yes

3. How did you come up with the idea for your current WIP?

I like to daydream about putting characters into terribly emotional or distressing situations. One of those was a knight offering his blood to a vampire.

4. How long have you been working on your current WIP?

Since September.

5. Are you planning to publish your current WIP?

Hopefully!!

6. If your MCs were youtubers, what kind would they be? (ex. vlogger, artuber. booktuber, coedy, etc.)

I’ll do this for The Moon’s Song.

Garrick: animaltuber. Also might post videos on sword technique and care.

Alderon: booktuber. He gets oddly intense, even though he thought making the channel was a waste of time.

The twins: A does comedy/pranks, N might do let’s plays/walkthroughs.

Draeya: Artuber for sure! And the twins might goad her into showing off her pickpocket abilities (specifically on Alderon).

Rin: Little fireside chats type of thing, usually whatever is on his mind. Some advice on being trans too.

Serah: She’ll vlog, but also give really useful walkthroughs for home remedies and healing.

Rella: Training videos. And videos of little Garrick she managed to take.

7. What season do you associate with each of your characters, and why?

I actually listed that out right here if you’re interested!

8. Is there one scene that you are particularly excited to write, or had a lot of fun writing?

Alderon’s Mistake(tm). Because I’m awful.

9. What would the ship name be for your favorite romantic pairing in your WIP?

Alderrick seems to be the decided ship name for The Moon’s Song :P

10. Are you a planner, or a pantser, or in the middle?

Pantser by far!

11. What’s your favorite detail that you put into your worldbuilding?

The Moon’s Song: The Resistant and Ancient categories

Contact: That Ruthvier’s species doesn’t bother small creatures (not worth eating) so these creatures evolved a commensalism with them (in which one creature benefits and the other is neither harmed nor benefited).

Death’s Name: My Naming system (using the five senses).

1. Do you read graphic novels/comic books?

Yeah! Mostly manga, but I do read comics from time to time.

2. What was the last store you shopped at?

I shopped online on ebay if that counts?

3. What would your main character eat for breakfast?

Garrick would seriously eat stew all the time if Alderon let him. Alderon uh. Drinks blood so.

4. How far are you in your story?

75% through the first draft of The Moon’s Song.

5. What makes your story different and compelling for readers?

I feel like I turn a lot of cliches and tropes on their head. I introduce a moody, emo, angsty vampire, only for him to find genuine happiness and work on his flaws. My male characters cry just as easily as anyone else. The main pairing starts out with one character abusing the other and I DO NOT let that go; Alderon has to work pretty damn hard to change himself and really deserve Garrick’s forgiveness. And he does. He admits that he was wrong, that he shouldn’t have done what he did, and he works to change. The single mother doesn’t die, but also doesn’t need to find a relationship to make her life fulfilling. I have a good blood family relationship AND a good found family relationship. And that’s just The Moon’s Song.

6. Which of your characters drinks the most?

...Garrick.

7. Which of your characters is religious?

Rin is, as is Rella.

8. If you could live anywhere, where would it be?

Tbh I really like Washington. I’d love to travel but Washington is definitely my home.

9. Would you date any of your characters?

Probably not? Maybe Laethe, or Rin but that’s all I can think of.

10. How much have you written this week?

Idk but I’ve written every day, and I usually hit around 1000 words each day so a good amount.

And DONE! Thank you for the questions everyone, they were fun :D

#writing #my writing #about me #tag game #11 questions #11 questions tag game #wip the moon's song #wip contact #wip death's name #wips #my wips #gifs

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i-w-p-chan · 7 years ago

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so, here is that Third Phase Backstage (a.k.a extra details and the fic’s background) + I.W.P-chan’s comments while writing it (all taken from my PMs to @onceabluemoonwrites also, long post is looooong):

Do you read Hanahaki AUs? when I do, I wonder about technicalities of the AU like the mental and emotional drawbacks of the surgery.

I’m still hung on the ‘emotional and mental drawbacks of the surgery’ I really need to find a decent post-surgery fic. all of the fics I passed focus on getting the disease, suffering through it and then being cured/dying. none of them really talks about how it would feel to wake up only to find a part of you empty from feelings.

I’ve passed a Hanahaki AU again and it made me think. I really want a Hanahaki AU (with ‘the disease takes a couple of years before hitting critical stage’ idea) where a person A discovers they have Hanahaki and realizes who the person they have unrequited love for is, and then proceeds to court them.

why do the Hanahaki AUs have to be about gearing up to the confession? are there any out there where the one with the Hanahaki tries to court their love interest? where they try to build a relationship of romantic nature with their love interest to have a better chance with them instead of just putting on the spot with a confession?

I think that would be good?

(bonus: “You know, I used to have Hanahaki.” choke “wHAT?!”)

I truly want the Hanahaki fics I talked about (the post-surgery fic and teh courtship fic) and so my brain started to come up with an idea to mix the two of them with 0027. the two of them meet when one of them is visiting the hospital for the surgery while the other is there for a reason or the other (I haven’t decided yet), they keep meeting up even after the surgery, with the latter helping the former get over the post-surgery Feels (still don’t know what to call them) and ends up getting Hanahaki himself, deciding to court the other after he gets better.

I’m thinking Tsuna is the one who has Hanahaki and takes the surgery, Enma develops Hanahaki later.

Remember the 0027 Hanahaki AU I said I wanted to write? I’ve been thinking about it and Mami surprisingly shoved her way in (and opened up a doorway for me to use to make Tsuna and Enma interact. but this threw a shade of Anyone Can Have Hanahaki in the fic)

Support groups for people with Hanahaki are a thing. Mami also has Hanahaki, she’s in love with her friend who is aromantic, this friend is the one who convinced her to join a support group. there, Mami meets Tsuna who is already half-convinced to take the surgery. Tsuna’s choice to do it convinces her to do it herself. that’s how Enma meets Tsuna: Mami insists on visiting Tsuna the day before the surgery (and then many times after the surgery) and Enma takes her. some time later, when it’s Mami’s turn for the surgery, it’s Tsuna’s turn to visit. Mami successfully undergoes the surgery, Tsuna is around helping her get back to her feet, and Enma realizes ‘holy shit I love him’ (let’s give Enma kudos for hiding the fact he has Hanahaki from two people who had it before and his own family).

the fic is probably going to contrast three cases (Tsuna: hopeless, unrequited love, object of affection never considered him in a romantic light and not even around anymore, possibly via either death or traveling. Mami: hopeless, unrequited love, object of affection is aromantic but is highly supportive of her and cares deeply about her, is there every step pf the way towards the surgery and after. Enma: not hopeless, unrequited love, object of affection is around and on good terms with him, possibility of having his love requited). if I can do the contrast in my writing.

if I wanted to slip in any mafia/Vongola-related things into it and had the chance, this is what happened with the Vongola: Nono goes senile some years before Tsuna is born and decides to step down and give the boss position to Enrico (this is the reason the mafia as a whole declared Timoteo senile, like, who in their right mind would put ENRICO in charge?), Enrico digs a bit into Vongola history and finds out about the Shimon. he is hit with Feels and decides to renew the Vongola-Shimon connections (”let me enjoy a new OTP pseudo-getting together” in reference to GiottoCozart). Deamon tries to pull some shit but Enrico is fueled by shipping power (and ship hate, eh’s still smarting from those Deamon/Ricardo shippers okay?) and successfully gets rid of Deamon. no one really wants to know how it happened.

(and there, right there, is clearly all the evidence needed to tell you that all the madness comes from the mafia. just look at how different the mafia half and the hanahaki half are)

How gay do you think Enma is for Tsuna? if I can do it in the narrative flow, Enma’s first thought about Tsuna in Third Phase will be: ‘that guy has Hanahaki? who wouldn’t want THAT?’ like, Enma, tone it down, you’re making me want to put it in when I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fit it in

(extra: Enma’s inner Mami would metaphorically bash him on the head right after those thoughts, “Hanahaki is about ROMANTIC love not lust!” Enma’s reaction thoughts are like “but two years are enough to grow to love someone, right? right.” it would be a nice foreshadowing for when Enma gets Hanahaki himself.)

me: how should I write Third Phase? me: Enma sees Tsuna and basically goes ‘well, fuck me’ what more do you need?

me @ self: Third Phase is supposed to be about the contrast between the various Hanahaki cases! not about Enma falling in love with Tsuna! self: AHAHAHAHAHA self: you innocent child. give in to the 0027. you know you want to. me: ...damn... you... gah.

I made kind of a differentiation between how far along Tsuna, Mami and Enma are in their Hanahaki. Enma stays in the early stages before it’s gone, so he doesn’t cough a lot of times, OR a lot of petals. not much blood and no flowers. breathing is only slightly labored. Mami is in the middle stages, coughs regularly during the day but not with a lot of petals (and the occasional flower) and blood, gets bad episodes from time to time where she basically coughs too much and ends up vomiting. her breathing gets labored easily but not enough that she ends up winded after a 5 or 10 minute walk. Tsuna is in the final stages with the worse condition, he coughs a lot with a lot of petals/flowers and blood. must take care to do things carefully and to not strain himself else he’ll have episodes just as bad as Mami’s but on more regular basis, his voice is quiet and hoarse as a result.

I really wanted to expand a bit on the Hanahaki to incorporate it in a more... detached? fashion. like, not focusing on handling the hanahaki like the other fics I read (either by character death or confession-then-discovery-of-mutual-love), but do EVERYTHING except confessing. Tsuna is in the most dangerous state between the three (a bad enough episode with no one around to get him help and he’ll be gone) but he doesn’t die, his love-interest is the one who is ALREADY dead. Mami has no chance even if she confessed because her love interest is Aro. Enma doesn’t confess and decides to take matters into his own hands by wooing his love interest.

Enma is lost like, ‘I want to text Cute Guy but how do I do that? how do you text people you think are cute? what is texting? he’s currently agonizing on the couch. Mami is not there to laugh at him, at least. small mercies.

*coughgooglehowdoyoutextcuteguys?cough*

there is now a Tsuna protection squad. Mami is in it adn Enma wonders where he can sign up.

also, Enma is Gone. he keeps being swung about two extremes ‘is he smitten or is this just a passing crush’ he doesn’t know and neither does the author.

on a scale of 1000 to 1000,000, how much do you think Tsuna’s friends will mind if Tsuna dragged Enma to his bedroom for cuddles post-surgery

I don’t know how to write post-surgery!Tsuna. Hibari and Mukuro are clearly the Harbingers of Crack. Things Escalate (That’s What You Call Jumping On A guy You’ve Only Met Last Week And Demanding Cuddles). new definition of being petty: someone sends you cookies that suck and you give all of them to that someone’s love interest. Enma discovers hidden maternal instincts of ‘I MUST FEED HIM’

Hanahaki Fic, I.W.P-chan Style

*squints at screen* is this what they call romance fiction?

help what is even romance fiction I don’t know how to write anymore and the supposed cuddle session doesn’t even happen it moves onto talk about how bad Mami’s cookies were which moves onto talk about Fuuta and holy hell I had no idea that when I popped Mami in as a way to link Tsuna and Enma that she would be ENMA’s link in, and that TSUNA’s link in would be FUUTA. just like Enma is a Concerned Big Brother and is Very Glad his sister has Tsuna in her life, Tsuna is Very Glad his brother’s friend’s family doesn’t hold a grudge against him for Mami’s Hanahaki.

holy shit me, why is this so detailed you need to focus more on Tsuna’s post-surgery state isn’t that one half of why you wanted to write the fic in the first place?

have I mentioned how dramatic Enma is being? also, teh saying ‘tthe way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ holds true for him. and apparently, mama Kozato’s cooking is heavenly while papa Kozato’s coffee is to die for. adn I just wrote 500 words starring hungry!Enma promising his soul over for Tsuna in gratitude for the food. help?

I just realized that in Third Phase, Enma lowkey has hints of a sister complex stemming from the attempted murder on her when she was little... it explains so fucking much...

500 words later and how much more Smitten can Enma fucking be?????!!!!! I’m serious, I thought the conversation on the first not-very-official date would be awkward but Enma went for the fucking jugular and semi-confessed and I’m trying to keep up with how fast things are going. I wonder why the heck things/places that appear once before in the fic get to reappear. and Enma flipped a fucking switch: once he realized that he was in love with Tsuna he can no longer go a page without reiterating the fact and being smitten over Tsuna.

I’m just... I’m just suffering. quietly. while writing in a fucking rush while trying to keep up.

I wanted Tsuna and Enma to take their time. maybe at least take a month before Tsuna realized what Enma felt for him. but nOPE. it’s all Enma’s fault. you just don’t tell someone what he said to Tsuna and look at them the same way and expect them not to realize that there’s something not exactly platonic happening.

I thought the visit to Shimon Island will go by pretty uneventful but guESS WHAT? ENMA AND TSUNA TOLD ME TO GO FUCK MYSELF AND PROCEEDED TO PLAY IN THE WATER AND LEAD UP TO MOMENTS(TM) AND NOW WE’RE ABOUT TO HAVE TSUNA WEARING ENMA’S CLOTHES APPROX AT LEAST SIX MONTHS EARLIER THAN I EXPECTED.

F R I C K

I’m reading what I last wrote for Third Phase and I found out that I can’t write pining for shit...

while writing Third Phase, i keep getting flashes of ‘am I reaching the end at last?’ but then the fic goes ‘SIKE we still have more to go’

holy shit. wait. wait. wait. am I actually... really truly about to write the ending scene? *kneels on the floor* oh my god I though it was going to drag on some more.

I... I... excuse me while I sob as I write the final scene...

how much of a bad author would I be if I told you that I never intended to write the entirety of 0027 dating and the moment Enma’s hanahaki fades away and that I decided from the start that the final scene will be post-time skip post-Enma’s hanahaki recovery with established 0027?

#khr things #third phase things #khr #on third phase

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hi, love! have you read the epilogues for the current slbp event? ^^ do you recommend any of them? :)

Hello, Precious! I’m on mobile, so I can’t add screenies– is that okay?

To make up for it, I’ll give a summary of the epilogues!

I bought 5 of the 6 epilogues. The only one that I haven’t bought yet is Kojuro’s, but then Voltage put out the pov special, so I’m not sure if I’ll buy his as a regular epilogue or get the package.

That new hairstyle is looking at me! I really want it!

But I also want to keep my pearls…but the hairstyle is so cute…but MY PEARLS…

The first epilogue that I recommend is Masamune’s.

What I liked about Masamune’s was that the relationship with his mother is improving.

It’s realistic and believable, with both Masamune and Yoshihime making mistakes as they go, but learning from them, as they go about this process of reconnecting. Now, that’s part of his actual event story, but his epilogue picks up from there, with him telling you that he’s spoken to both his brother and mother, which is good.

When the two of you talk about the temperaments of your future children, it’s a very cute moment. On one hand, he’s worried about his clan, and on the other, he knows that any child of yours will be fine because they’ll have the best traits of both of you.

You reassure and comfort him, and are rewarded with Beast Mode Masamune, which is always a treat to read. You wake up to a sleeping Masa-chan, who stops you from leaving the bed and snuggles up next to you, telling you there’s no need to rush.

Then he rolls on top of you! Half-naked! Get it, Masa-chan!

Later, you find him crafting a rattle in anticipation for whatever child you may have.

Overall, it’s a very warm and fluffy epilogue with a little bit of smut to earn its pearls.

Yukimura’s epilogue starts with Man Bun-san inviting you to drink with him. I know it’s usually Inuchiyo that you have to watch out for around sake, before he swears it off, but I do t know if I trust any Sanada man around liquor anymore.

Masayuki tells you about his wife again, but he also talks about how Yukkin “chases after the shadow of his mother,” even though he knows he wasn’t the cause of her death.

For some reason, you think that Yukimura must think that you resemble his mother. Maybe I’m forgetting something, but I don’t think that you look like her? And if you do, that’s just creepy. I’d really rather not have that be a reason why Yukimura fell in love with you.

When you finish drinking, Masayuki tasks you with reminding Yukkin for the millionth time that he had nothing to do with his mother’s death.

Why the writers gave him this very specific persecution complex is beyond me, since they have everyone outright confirm that it’s all in his head.

When you go back to your room, Yukimura asks to make love to you, in his classic halting way. You start to get into it, but you pass out drunk before he can do anything.

You even call yourself “a pathetic drunkard.”

Yukimura offers to do the laundry for you, the next day, telling you to rest, instead.

On your way back from town, you meet up with Saizō and Yukimura, carrying backs filled with baby toys.

Yukkin thinks you’re pregnant because you’ve been making lots of foods with pickled plums, and certified OB GYN Saizō wrote that pregnant women crave sour food. Yukimura thinks he knows your body better than you do, and comes off a little condescendingly when he continues to tell you that you must not have noticed the signs, as if every pregnancy for all women– or even the same woman – is uniform.

I didn’t like that part, or how he insisted on doing everything for you because he didn’t want you to somehow hurt yourself. Pregnancy is not a disease.

At first, I thought he was just being sweet, but when he explains it, I thought to my self ‘oh, come on!’ Especially after he says that he won’t touch you until the baby is born.

But maybe it’s better that Yukkin doesn’t know the wonders of pregnancy sex?

At the end of the epilogue, we circle back around to the beginning of his exhausting complex about him being the “cause” of his mother’s death.

But! The writers make up for it by having you be the one to make a move on Yukimura, putting all of the smut in the last half of the epilogue.

Next spring, you go on a picnic for three…so either you have shortest luteal phase known to womankind, or the writers have never tried to chart a cycle.

This epilogue was okay. I bought it for free, so I can’t complain much.

I didn’t find it particularly funny or heart-warming, but I’ve never liked the eternally-clueless-but-well-meaning-man trope to begin with, and it seems like that’s about all the writers are willing to do with Yukimura when he’s not in battle or wallowing in synthetic guilt.

Nobunaga’s epilogue starts with you using your super power of happening upon hushed conversations specifically when your name is mentioned.

Nobu wants to bring you with him to, when meeting other lords, so that you can expand your horizons, saying “if I was to suffer a trophy wife, I could have bought one long before now.”

I like that he wants you to better yourself. He says to Mitsuhide that he won’t let him “reduce” you to that fate.

You realize that you’ve been allowed to keep up your job around the castle because Nobunaga wants you to retain your independence.

A few days later, Nobu tells you that the reason he gave his retainers vacation first, was so that you two could have yours last. You ride for several days and arrive at a lavish inn adjacent to an onsen.

The inn keeper and his wife gave just welcomed a child some days before, and are delighted to have both you and a Nobu hold him.

Nobunaga holds the baby wrong, so he starts to cry, and we learn that it is the first time that lord Nobunaga has ever held a baby, since all of his siblings have had wet nurses.

For some reason, this surprises you, and you make the leap of thinking that he’ll get better with holding babies…when the baby becomes old enough to play with.

Girl, it’s called a football/cradle hold. It takes a second and you can do it with one arm.

Nobunaga summons all the fluff and says: “All children are precious.”

There is a funny moment where you let your eyes rake over a booty-naked Nobunaga who’s walking around the onsen without a care in the world, and he wonders aloud why you’re so thirsty when you’ve climbed all over his goods before.

He starts to tease you under the water and you pass out from the heat. Dammit!

As you lay in bed, with Nobunaga tending to you with something to drink, you wonder how you will be his wife in public, when you can’t even manage to be his wife in private.

Nobunaga puts that nonsense to rest immediately, by saying that wherever you go with him, you are always there as his wife, so stop overthinking it.

He goes on to say that he wants to be with you whether you have a child or not.

Nobunaga makes up for lost time with his trademark asking you to scream for him and admonishing you when you turn away to hide your blushing face, as his starts with teasing you with his hand to making love of you, vowing that not even death can take you from him.

I liked this one, because Nobunaga is active in wanting to build up your self-esteem. He plans a trip so that you can ease your way into introducing yourself as the Lady Oda, while still protecting the things that matter to you.

There’s a little bit of comedy, a little bit of smut, but overall it’s about a man who thinks you’re amazing, and he wants to be a part of enhancing that, as a show of his love for you.

Next is Saizō’s. While you’re admiring the cherry blossoms, Saizō slides up to you and low-key promises to see the cherry blossoms with you again, the next year.

Later, you walk in on Sasuke asking where babies come from. Saizō immediately passes the question over to Yukimura, who says that it’s not something that he can talk about in the middle of the day.

Saizō tells Sasuke to come back in the middle of the night, then, and I almost dropped my mobile from laughing.

Yukimura tells Sasuke that he’s too young to know, which is debatable.

Side note: in some stories, Sasuke is said to be the same age as Yahiko, and in other stories, he’s said to be younger than Yahiko. Which is it? Is this like how the writers have said three different things about Masamune’s eye?

Anyway, in the end, no one tells Sasuke where babies come from.

Instead, Saizō asks you if you know where babies come from, one Yukimura and Sasuke leave. You figure that the best way to stop him from teasing you is to be blunt, which leads him to say that he has no intention of being anyone’s father.

Later on, you’re thinking back on what he said, and finding that the more he keeps saying it, the more it bothers you.

You go to his room at night, with the intention of being the one who makes love to him, rather than your usual dynamic.

As you two start to make love, the narration goes all over the place with you first thinking that you want to have his children and grow old beside him, to him telling you basically ‘lol nope,’ to him then immediately saying that it would be easier to get you pregnant, to you saying that all you need is Saizō, after all.

It’s like the writers forgot the premise of this epilogue: your feelings about being in a relationship with someone who doesn’t want children, when you do.

It’s pretty much every Saizō epilogue you’ve already read before. Whether or not you have children with Saizō is a topic that’s already been covered, so there’s really nothing new or different here.

Get it if you want to, but it’s not particularly a must have.

Mitsuhide’s epilogue starts with him saying he like “about ten” children.

Ahahahahaha– adopt some cats, how dare you!

He goes on to say that “given how fascinating I find touching you, we may find ourselves with that many in no time,” and I can’t hate him for it, that was a cheesy line with a smooth delivery.

We can absolutely adopt ten kittens, Mitsuhide.

You fall for his sweet talk, thinking that you would like to have “lots and lots” of his children, saying that you want to make his wish come true.

That evening, he invited you to look at the sunset with him and says “Now that I have you by my side, I will not let you go until my last breath has left my lungs.”

I just can’t with his earnestness. I’d give him all the kittens he wants.

You notice that he’s been drinking all day since the wedding, though, so don’t establish the Akechi Cat Colony just yet.

Mitsuhide passes right tf out after apologizing for drinking because he was so happy to have married you.

I could have done without the scene of you not only trying to lift his unconscious form, but of you being afraid because he’s stopped moving.

You laugh as you watch him writhing about in bed, but admit that it’s probably only because you’ve never seen him like that before.

In his drunken stupor, he calls your name and tells you to have lots of babies with him.

He wakes, the next morning, with a bitchin’ hangover, but he’s more upset that he wasted the first night of being your husband by getting drunk, “whining,” and passing out.

When you tell him not to worry about it, and that every day that you’ve spent with him has been important, he yukadons you and tells you to treat him as a man in private, and not as a lord, as he wants there to be nothing stopping you from loving each other– not even ranks and titles.

You say that you’re not ready for that level of intimacy just yet, to which he says that he’ll kiss you if you don’t.

He kisses you again and again, saying that “everything feels a little easier to deal with through a haze of pleasure, wouldn’t you say?”

He makes love to you, calling out your name the whole time, except for at the end when he begs you to call his. You finally call him just plain Mitsuhide, like he wanted, as you come undone.

You blame it on being in the throes of passion, to which he says that you’ll get the hang of it by the time you have ten children.

Ignoring the drunken part, which wasn’t very long, I thought this was a nice epilogue that I would re-read again.

#samurai love ballad party #date masamune #sanada yukimura #oda nobunaga #kirigakure saizo #akechi mitsuhide

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