#chapter 9 out of 10

[wishmaker1028]

Farewell to You, ch 9

Everyone brought out their Pokemon to fight. Gary brought out his Blastoise. Erika brought out her Venusaur. Clemont brought out his Luxray. Serena brought out her Delphox. Anabel brought out her Alakazam. Looker brought out his Poochyena. Gladion threw a pokeball and out came Silvally. Kiawe brought out his Alolan Marowak. Olivia brought out her Lycanroc. Sophicles brought out his Togedemaru. Lana brought out her Primarina. Mallow brought out her Tsareena.

Ranee took out a pokeball and out came her Infernape. Paul threw a pokeball and out came Torterra. Dawn let go of Piplup. Kenny threw a pokeball and out came his Breloom. Barry took out a pokeball and out came his Emploeon. Bianca threw a pokeball and out came Zebstrika. Zoey took out a pokeball and her Glameow appeared. Todd threw a pokeball and out came Kori. Misty brought out Togetic. Brock out Steelix. Lucy brought out her Milotic. Jessie brought out her Seviper. James brought out his Carnvine. Brandon brought out Registeel. Rudy brought out his Starmie.

Rudy turned to Melody, "Please be careful."

Melody promised, "I will."

Ash urged Pikachu to go with him, "C'mon, Pikachu."

"Pika!" Pikachu said.

The two got on Silver. Silver swam off, since it was much more of a powerful swimmer.

Misty whispered, "Be safe, Ash."

As the group was fighting the airship, more and more Legendaries and Mythicals came. Manaphy came next. Yoni was sending out more floating stones. She wanted to collect Kyogre first. But it was giving her trouble. She gritted her teeth.

She said, "This is going to be harder than I thought."

As she said that, she noticed that the group was attacking her airship. She growled. As if she didn't have enough problems. She was going down but she wasn't going down without a fight.

The computer stated, "30% damage to the airship, Yoni."

Yoni said, "I figured. Let's boost the engine's power."

The computer did as it was told. The engine's power was boosted as she kept going after Kyogre. But the Water type was going faster than she expected. She growled more. She was going to collect them all. No matter what it took. The attacks kept coming at the airship. More Legendaries and Mythical Pokemon appeared to challenge Yoni. Yoni knew what she had to do. So the floating stones she had flew down, trying to slow down the heroes and collect the Pokemon. Melody and Ash both screamed in fear. Pikachu was scared so was Silver. Silver was trying its hardest to avoid them.

Brandon sneered, "Someone has to get up there."

Anabel told him, "Leave that to me." She turned to Looker, "Cover me!"

Looker promised, "I will!"

She turned to Alakazam and commanded, "Teleport me up there, Alakazam!"

"Ala!" It said, teleporting her up to the airship.

Yoni wasn't paying attention to what was happening on the ground. When Anabel appeared into the airship, she quickly went over to the Legendary Birds.

She promised, "Don't worry, I'll get you out."

She grabbed the rope and pulled hard on it. Zapdos watched her carefully. Anabel was gritting her teeth. Zapdos decided to help as it started to break the rope with its beak. Soon enough, the rope broke. Zapdos shrieked happily.

Anabel smiled, "You're free!"

"Not for long!" Anabel turned on her heel, seeing Yoni right behind her. She had a Meowscarada with her. Yoni told her, "You are going down, Salon Maiden!"

Before Anabel could react, Zapdos did. It used its Discharge attack to hold back Yoni and Meowscarada. Anabel was worried but saw this as her chance. She helped Moltres next. She called on her Espeon to help, so she could get them free faster. Espeon worked on getting Articuno free. Zapdos was still battling Meowscarada, using Drill Peck. The Grass/Dark type used Flower Trick. Zapdos shrieked. Just then, Anabel and Espeon freed both Moltres and Articuno. The two of them flew over to help Zapdos. As they all battled together, Anabel and Espeon worked on both Lugia's next.

As the fight continued, the airship was starting to crash land. Anabel saw this and hugged her Espeon tightly. She wasn't going to let her Pokemon get hurt. Both of the Lugia's used Psychic to protect each other and them. The airship crashed. Yoni and Meowscarada were knocked out. Anabel got up, smiling at the two Lugia.

She said, "Thank you both."

Lugia regarded, "You're welcome. And thank you, Salon Maiden."

Anabel told Lugia, "I prefer Anabel."

It was at that moment, Anabel had gotten them free. That's when she heard footsteps coming up from behind her. When she noticed that Espeon wasn't protecting her, she figured that it was one of her friends.

"Anabel! Oh thank goodness!"

Nope, it was Looker. Looker, Alakazam, and Poochyena.

She turned, "Looker?"

Looker came over to her, hugging her tightly. "I'm so glad that you are alright."

Anabel returned the hug, sniffling, "Thank you, Looker."

Looker kissed her head. There was no way he was losing her. Salon Maiden or not. That's when they came out of the airship, hand in hand. Alakazam had teleported Yoni and Meowscarada to International Police HQ. Anabel perked up as she heard that Lugia's song started to play. The rainbow light went away in the water. Both Lugia started to feel better. So did the three Legendary Birds.

Anabel kissed Looker, surprising him. Looker held her close, blushing. As the song played, the birds all started to fly towards the altar. Silver, Melody, Ash, and Pikachu were there. They looked like they had barely made it. Ash waved at the Legendary Birds. He was so glad that it was over. All of the Legendary and Mythical Pokemon were starting to leave. Everything was starting to go back to normal.

Articuno, Zapdos, and Moltres flew around happily. Lugia offered them a ride back to the others. Ash, Pikachu, and Melody got on. Lugia took off. The second Lugia flew off too as Silver followed in the water. Once they got back to the others, Melody got off and Ash offered his hand to Misty. Misty blushed as she took Ash's hand. The three of them flew around on Lugia's back.

As they flew around, Misty held onto Ash from behind. She wrapped her arms around his waist, making them both blush. Pikachu giggled at them. Ash turned to her, cupping her chin. Misty blushed, looking at him. Ash was blushing too. They moved towards each other, meeting in the middle, and kissed each other. They held each other close as Lugia kept flying. Pikachu just smiled.

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Wishmaker1028: And with that, we are almost done! Please read and review! And always think outside of the box!

[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

[clegfly]

UPDATE ON MY OMORI MOD- programming has started!! I aim to get at least a few maps and cutscenes in by the end of the year... my goal is to have chapter 1 done by march 1st for Mari's birthday (which... is REALLY ambitious for me but im trying) so!!! i might post devlogs!!! yeah!!!!!

[bleue-flora]

Well… my orginal ambition was to finish Musical Chairs before Halloween or at least get to 13, then it was just to get to chapter 10… but even that I have failed. Sorry, too many things going on I guess. In my defense 9 and 10 are written, though that’s thanks to my coauthor for these chapters @error-dream-was-found, which I commissioned to help me to make Techno’s pov kinda match that of Crow’s Nest so it feels consistent. :) Anyways, I figured though I might as well post a little snippet with my Halloween reference XD:

“Heeeeeeeh?!” He stares at the man, unable to form a response that wouldn’t question Punz’s sanity.

Seriously, though no sane person would think that it’s a good idea to let Dream anywhere in a 10 mile radius of the prison let alone live in it like some cozy retirement home. Not to mention tie his torturer to some chair and deliver him like some treat for Halloween that turned out to be a trick. An eye for an eye is all good and well but even that is going a bit too far. Someone really needs to revoke Punz’s therapy license, before he and Dream get any more bright ideas about how amazing it is to live in the boilin’ cell to overcome trauma via exposure therapy as if that ever works. No, the teletubby doesn’t need to live in his own personal torture box and he doesn’t need to torture his torturer to heal, he clearly just needs some ‘woof’ R'n'R and maybe a few potatos to defenestrate to help him de-stress.

In the end, he gives up and rubs his forehead, “I mean this in the nicest way possible, Punz, but jeez man, you are an idiot.”

[specsthesecond]

Hii, i just wanted to say im in loveeee with your orc fic sm!! I also wanted to metntion thay on ur masterlist u didnt put the ones where the ors walks the reader home at night and the one where they went hunting together, i wasnt sure if you did that on purpose or if you forgot but i only really noticed cus i was rereading and it and lagged trying to think whether i was imagining it or what LMAOO.

But in other news, how are youu!! well, i hope. Keep slaying❤️❤️

Omg thank you!!! How tf did I miss that 😭😭

Those are like my two favourite chapters too!!! They build on the relationship so well imo

Thank you sm anon!!! ❤️❤️💞

I didn't really keep count cus I was NOT expecting to write so many chapters of this thing lolll 😭😭

[jessisnotnormal]

Chapter 9: Training

Masterlist

<- Chapter 8

“Keep your sword up!” Lancelot reminded, darting around to poke Jada in the side she’d left unprotected.

            “I’m trying!” Jada complained. “God, this is so complicated!”

            She hefted the wooden sword that Lancelot had procured higher, but all this whirling around and swinging just like this, or blocking just like that, was starting to make her brain hurt.

            “You can do this,” he reassured her. “Let’s try it again, but this time we’ll do it slower.”

            Jada let out a sigh, getting back into position. Feet spread equally apart, sword at shoulder-height—was there anything she was missing?

            Lancelot’s sword tapped her shoulder in her distraction—not hard, but enough to make her drop her arms and scowl. “Ugh, this is impossible!”

            “We can stop, if you wish.” Now, Lancelot relaxed his stance, waiting for her decision.

            It wasn’t like she really had to learn how to fight. As soon as they found a way for her to get home, she wouldn’t ever have to even look at a sword again. And Merlin had promised that they’d find a way to get her home somehow.

            But who knew how long that might take? It could be days, weeks, months before they found a solution. And every day Merlin faced some other dangerous situation, whether it was witches, kings, or magical creatures rampaging through the forest. She didn’t want to have to count on another Lancelot coming to their rescue the next time he got himself into trouble.

            “No,” she answered. “No, I’m going to learn this. Let’s do it again, please.”

            Lancelot nodded, giving her a smile. “Very well.”

            He swung his sword at her, more slowly this time, but still seeming to radiate pure skill in every movement. Jada shifted her weight, bringing her wooden sword up to block his attack, twisting it just as he’d told her to do. It wasn’t a particularly amazing feat, and she was hardly ready for battle now, but she felt proud of herself. Maybe she could do this, after all.

            “Very good,” Lancelot praised. “Faster?”

            This time, Jada grinned. “Sure. Let’s go.”

            She was certainly going to have few bruises tomorrow by the time they’d finished. Under Lancelot’s guidance, she’d finally started to get the hang of some of the basics, and so now, as they returned to Gaius’ quarters, Jada was in a much better mood.

            Gaius himself was nowhere to be seen, having apparently gone out to work, and Jada noticed that he had moved all the books they’d been searching through back onto the bookshelves now that Lancelot was staying there. That was probably a smart move, she thought—there was no telling how Lancelot would react to that tale.

            Lancelot now handed her his wooden sword, making for an apple on the table as she put the two of them away under the stairs.

            “So, when do you want me next?” she asked.

            Lancelot thought for a moment, beginning to peel the apple in his hand with a knife. “I’m not certain. I don’t know what I’ll be doing, exactly, since my ambition to become a knight is…” He waved the hand with the knife about vaguely, still looking just as disappointed as he had the day before.

            Jada pitied him, but mostly she just couldn’t understand it. He was Lancelot. Of course he was supposed to be a knight. The more she thought about it all, the more this Camelot seemed to be some alternate universe version, where everything that was supposed to be turned out the opposite. She wondered what that meant for her, and Morgo’s request. Perhaps her just being here had caused the reversal?

            It was at that moment that Merlin burst through the door, holding a rolled-up piece of parchment triumphantly.

            Lancelot nodded towards it. “What’s that?”

            “This,” Merlin announced, clearly proud of himself, “Is your seal of nobility.”

            Lancelot shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

            Merlin unrolled the scroll grandly, still grinning. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Lancelot, fifth son of Lord Eldred of Northumbria.”

            Without a pause, Lancelot waved his finger at him. “No, Merlin. No.”

            “Oh, right, so you don’t want to be a knight, then.” Merlin gave a small shrug, before turning for the door again.

            “Of course I do!”

            Merlin paused, turning back towards them. “What? The rules don’t allow it? Damn the rules! The rules are wrong.”

            “But it’s a lie,” Lancelot pointed out. “It’s against everything the knights stand for.”

            “You have as much right to be a knight as any man. I know it.” Merlin turned to Jada, looking for support. She shrugged.

            “You’re supposed to be a knight,” she admitted. “I’m sure of it.” But did that mean that lying to get him there was right?

            “But the rules,” Lancelot insisted.

            “We’re not breaking the rules,” Merlin countered. “We’re bending them, that’s all. You get your foot in the door, but after that… After that, you’ll be judged on your merit alone. And if you succeed, if they make you a knight, it will be because you have earned it, noble or not.”

            Lancelot folded his arms, sitting on the edge of the table as he considered Merlin’s argument.

            “Can I see it?” Jada asked Merlin, holding her hand out for the seal.

            He handed it to her, and she examined the page, the crest, the archaic writing. It must have been forged, she knew that, but without seeing anything like it before she was no authority on how convincing it would look to an expert.

            “I can’t change the way things are done around here,” Merlin was continuing to Lancelot. “But you can. If you let me help you.”

            “Will they know it’s faked?” Jada asked. “What if you get caught?”

            Merlin shrugged, a hint of smugness in his smile. “Don’t worry about it; it looks exactly like the original, I promise. Except for the name, of course.”

            She eyed him suspiciously. She wasn’t sure what it was about the way he looked back at her, but it made her almost certain he’d used magic to copy the page. Which meant that if they did get caught, the punishment could quickly become much more severe.

            “What if you get caught?” she repeated.

            “I won’t.” He grinned at her, and suddenly she was no longer surprised he regularly found himself in trouble. Now, he frowned. “You’re giving me the look.”

            “The look? What look?” she asked, baffled out of her wariness.

            “The Look. The one that Gaius gives me whenever I do something like this.”

            Despite herself, Jada laughed. “Clearly you need more people to give you The Look then, if you keep doing stuff like this.”

            Despite her concerns, Jada soon found herself accompanying both Merlin and a now-convinced Lancelot to Gwen’s house. Merlin had decided that if Lancelot was going to pretend to be a noble, he’d need to at least look the part, and that meant enlisting the help of Camelot’s best seamstress.

            Jada got a sense of déjà vu as they entered Gwen’s house, but this time she leant against the wall with Merlin as Lancelot was measured.

            He cleared his throat as she measured the inside of his leg. “This is very kind of you, er…”

            “Gwen,” she said, looking up at him with a smile.

            “Gwen,” Lancelot repeated.

            “Short for ‘Guinevere’,” she clarified, standing to measure his arms.

            So Gwen was supposed to be Guinevere, then, as Jada had suspected. She regarded the girl. Yup, definitely not a princess. Her opposite theory was looking pretty promising, so far.

            “Ah,” Lancelot said. “Then, thank you, Guinevere.”

            “Don’t thank me,” she smiled. “Thank Merlin. Merlin would do anything for anyone, wouldn’t you, Merlin?”

            Okay, she definitely fancied the him, Jada thought, trying to suppress a smile. How adorable.

            Merlin waved his hand awkwardly, grinning.

            “Sorry, can you raise your arms?” Gwen asked Lancelot, who gladly obliged. “Thank you. Sorry." She quickly wrapped the tape around Lancelot’s torso, glancing at him over his shoulder at the same time that he risked a glance at her.

            Yikes, Jada thought. Everybody apparently fancied everybody in this city.

            “I think it’s great that Merlin’s got you this chance,” Gwen was continuing, wrapping her measuring tape now around Lancelot’s neck. “We need men like you.”

            “You do?” he asked.

            “Well, not me, personally, but, you know, Camelot,” Gwen stammered. “Camelot needs knights. Not just Arthur and his kind, but ordinary people like you and me.”

            “Well, I’m not a knight yet, my lady.”

            “And I’m not a lady,” Gwen giggled.

            “Sorry, I…”

            “Okay, we’re done,” she announced. “Um, I should have these ready in no time. It’s nice to meet you, Lancelot.”

            She offered her hand for Lancelot to shake, but instead he bent to press a kiss to the back of it. Merlin pushed himself off from the wall, patting Lancelot on the back as he headed for the door, and Lancelot turned to follow.

            “Oh, Jada, I almost forgot,” Gwen said. “Your clothes are almost done; I just need you to come back for the fittings whenever you can.”

            “Is tonight all right?” Jada asked. “I’ll let you finish Lancelot’s stuff, first.”

            “That’s fine.” Gwen smiled sweetly, and Jada mirrored it as she turned to follow the others out.

            “Thanks, Gwen. I’ll see you later.”

            “She seems lovely,” Lancelot said as the three of them walked back through the castle together. “Guinevere.”

            He was trying to play it off as casual interest, judging by his body language, but Jada remained unconvinced. She was almost certain Lancelot was smitten.

            Merlin, however, seemed not to have noticed, answering just as casually as Lancelot was pretending to be. “Oh, yeah, yeah, she is. And the best seamstress in Camelot, I promise.”

            “Are you two…” He gestured vaguely, but Merlin only watched him with a blank expression. “…You know?”

            Another awkward moment passed before Merlin caught on, and then he laughed. “No. No, no. Just friends.”

            Jada glanced at him sideways in surprise, but he didn’t appear to be hiding anything from them. So he didn’t know about Gwen’s little crush, then? Poor Gwen. Although, Jada realised, Lancelot certainly seemed to have taken quite a keen interest in her instead. So, Lancelot liked Gwen, Gwen like Merlin, and Merlin was utterly oblivious about the whole thing?

            She snickered, causing the other two to give her strange looks.

            “What?” Merlin asked, frowning.

            “Nothing,” she replied, trying to suppress her smile. What a tangle they were all in. Maybe they weren’t so far from their legendary counterparts, after all.

            Gwen really was the best seamstress in Camelot, Jada concluded, so much so that she wasn’t sure the girl didn’t have some kind of secret superpower. Before the day was done, she had prepared Lancelot a full outfit to match his ‘noble heritage’, complete with his supposed family’s crest emblazoned across his chest.

            He wore it now as he headed down to the training yard—accompanied by Jada, Merlin and Gwen—to present himself to Arthur.

            “Well, you certainly look the part,” Merlin said, finishing his last-minute adjustments of Lancelot’s mail.

            “Doesn’t he just?” Gwen agreed.

            Lancelot, however, was fidgeting uncomfortably. “I don’t feel it.”

            “Okay, that’ll do for today.” Arthur’s voice reached them from the training ground as he dismissed his men and began to head over to where the equipment was. “Well done.”

            “Here’s your chance,” Merlin said, patting Lancelot on the back. “Go for it.”

            “Good luck.” Jada gave him a hopeful smile as he headed towards the Prince.

            Arthur glanced up at him as he approached. “Yes?”

            Lancelot shifted nervously. “Lancelot, fifth son of Lord Eldred of Northumbria.”

            “‘Lance-a-lot’?” Arthur repeated, seeming unimpressed. “My servant mentioned you. Got your seal?”

            Lancelot bowed, offering Arthur the scroll that Merlin had produced. “Sire.”

            Arthur hit him. He struck Lancelot straight in the face without warning, sending him staggering backwards until he fell to the floor. Jada sent a worried glance at Merlin beside her, who looked a little taken aback, but certainly not as appalled as she felt. He worked for this man?

            “Sluggish reactions,” Arthur declared. “On a battlefield, you’d be dead by now. Come back when you’re ready.”

            He gave Lancelot one last dismissive glance before turning away, but Lancelot would not be dissuaded so easily. He got back to his feet, his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I’m ready now, sire.”

            Arthur turned back, an amused look to his features. “You are, are you?”

            Lancelot nodded.

            “Fine. You can start by cleaning out the stables.”

            The other men in the yard laughed as Arthur re-joined them, and Lancelot turned to send a questioning look to Merlin. Merlin gave him an excited thumbs-up, so Jada had to assume that whatever had just happened was a good thing. Somehow, Lancelot was on his way to becoming a knight.

            It seemed that Gwen had been even busier than Jada had thought. Upon returning to her house that evening, she found that she had made her not only a beautiful blue day dress, but a simple white nightdress also.

            “Gwen, this is amazing,” she said, astounded. “How on earth did you manage to find time for it all?”

            Gwen blushed, a shy smile appearing. “Lady Morgana is very kind; she allowed me some spare time to finish them once she found out what I was doing.”

            Jada raised her eyebrows involuntarily. Morgana? So that must have been the girl who sat beside the King and Arthur during her performance.

            Hers was a name that Jada knew very well from the legends, though it often took slightly different forms, so she could not help the twinge of worry that she felt at the mention of her. But if everything here was the opposite of all that she’d read, then Morgana surely was a good, kind character. Indeed; she’d gone out of her way to help Jada by helping Gwen, and she’d certainly seemed kind when Jada had glimpsed her in the hall.

            “That was nice of her,” she mused, before turning her attention back to Gwen and flashing her a smile. “And these really are wonderful.”

            “I’d have liked to add a bit more detail to the nightgown,” Gwen replied, pursing her lips slightly at the fabric, “But I thought you’d probably appreciate it being finished faster more.”

            “It’s perfect, really. Thank you.”

            Now, Gwen grinned. “You’re welcome. I can teach you how to do it, if you’d like, so that you can make more of your own.”

            Jada’s mind called up memories of her high school textiles lessons; of sewing pillows and getting yelled at by the teacher for never remembering how to thread a sewing machine properly and having to hand-sew everything instead. But sewing machines hadn’t been invented yet, she realised with a glimmer of hope.

            “Sure,” she grinned. “I’d like that. But you deserve a break, first.”

            Gwen laughed. “I’m almost out of materials, anyway, so it will have to wait a little while. But the first thing we need to do is see if these need adjusting. Could you try them on?”

            “No problem.” Jada took the dresses eagerly, but quickly came up short the moment she realised that Gwen’s house consisted of just one room. She had turned around to give Jada some privacy, but Jada still couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. It’s fine, she told herself; you’ve shared dressing rooms before. And hospital rooms. And everybody feels awkward in hospital gowns. Why didn’t they make them with backs? What kind of idiot design was that, anyway?

            Her inner grumblings distracted her mind as she changed into the first dress, relaxing as the skirt touched the floor. The waist was a little large, and the sleeves just slightly too long, but other than that she was pleased to find it fit perfectly. Gwen really was a superwoman.

            She quickly got to work on the adjustments, chatting happily away to Jada as she pushed pins through the fabric. Before long, they had moved onto the nightdress, which somehow fit Jada even more comfortably than the first. She hoped she would be able to keep them both when she found her way back home, though what she’d use them for she had no idea. Maybe just to prove that she wasn’t crazy, and hadn’t imagined the whole thing.

            Eventually, Gwen finished working, and the clothes were ready at last. Tom had come home just as Jada finished changing back into her original clothes, which was particularly fortunate timing, she couldn’t help but note. She’d already undressed in front of enough people today.

            “Thanks again for everything, Gwen,” Jada said, gathering up her things. “I can give Merlin his shirt back, now.”

            “Mhm,” Gwen agreed, raising her eyebrows slightly. “How kind of him it was to let you borrow it.”

            “Yeah, bless him,” Jada replied, chuckling slightly. “I’m glad it was him that found me in the woods. And the knights, of course. I don’t know where I’d be otherwise.”

            “He seems to be just as glad,” she remarked, before her tone turned more sincere. “He’s a good person; he has a good heart.”

            “Undoubtedly,” Jada replied. She’d seen enough of Merlin to know that much.

            “I wouldn’t want to see him get hurt.”

            “Of course not.”

            Gwen seemed to be trying to get at something specific, but for the life of her, Jada couldn’t figure out what it was. “You’ll look after him, won’t you?”

            Jada frowned a little. Did Gwen know about Nimueh? “I’ll do my best, I promise,” she said, flashing a reassuring grin.

            Gwen smiled back, seeming to relax now. “Good. I’m glad.”

            Though still confused, Jada was glad that whatever worries Gwen had had had seemingly been put to rest. “Well, I should be getting back. Thanks again for all of this, I’ll repay you as soon as I can.”

            After bidding farewell to Gwen and her father, Jada headed back to the castle, taking the bundles of fabric with her.

Chapter 10 ->

[hi-there-buddies]

Do you guys remember that one episode of Steven Universe where Steven got banned from Fish Stew Pizza and the Crystal Gems got all dressed up for a volleyball game? Well I was watching that episode and felt it IMPERATIVE to somehow incorporate it into my Steven Universe inspired Transformers AU, mostly because Optimus in beach wear would be amazing.

So I figured I’d draw an outfit that was PLAUSIBLE for a huge robot to wear. And then I realized I had to design a new Optimus for my AU which I had put off because designing Transformers is HARD. And then I had to find a design that looked good on him.

But I DID IT

I TRACED THE DESIGN FOR THE FLOWERS ON THE CLOTHES CAUSE I WAS TIRED DONT JUDGE ME. You can kinda tell I got lazier as I went on lol. But anyway i guess I just killed two birds with one stone: Designing my AU Optimus and drawing Optimus in beach clothes

[marswasnothere]

I always save a fuck tonne of photos and videos when I join a new fandom and task myself to make folders organising them all, and I had that going to joker out but stopped near the end of July because I thought “oh I’ll just do it later”, and that later ended up coming in November.

So here’s the joker out compendium, containing any and all photos, videos, and edits containing joker out members.

[whoblewboobear]

Wiiimdfy!Jace may be my traumatized depressed loser but when he’s feeling himself? Yeah 😌💖 he knows he’s a hot bitch. He knows he’s good in bed. He knows it, he just has to remember it sometimes.

Like 👀 I’m fleshing out a couple of scenes and this one in particular? Hot. Porter is sitting here like… “why weren’t you doing all of this before?” Like I’m sorry you clown, you killed him and broke his confidence the most he could do was be happy you were fucking him throughout The Plan™️

Now he’s rage crystal-less and he can and will get his nut but he also loves to make sure his partners feel good first. He gets off on that shit he loves knowing who he’s with is into it, Porter!!!!! Now lay back and let him ride you so he can watch you fall apart~ it’s his favorite thing!! Let him have this!! He’s confident now!!!!!

[booksandpaperss]

putting in my formal request for all of us to collectively re-enter our spidey Will byler AU phase bc I just binge read most of RESPONSIBILITY and goddamn that is some good stuff. def one of my favorite AU fics across the entire ST fandom wow.

[imekitty]

Today I worked on:

Disillusioned: 647 words

Last sentence written:

Danny could see now that he wasn’t the only one who had been destroyed.

[rambunctioustoons]

more vibes for now titled fic

[adorablegorilla]

You say Mandragora is still alive as Copium. *I* say it because I believe it would be genuinely unsatisfying and bad writing for her role in the story to end in such an anti-climax. We are not the same.

[demonicbaby666]

I don’t like that I won’t be able to read the fic I’ve just finished for the first time again :(

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than an integer between 0 and 100

When I made my outline for my latest story I realized "Wait. The protagonist is just angry and miserable for like 75% of the story. This isn't fun. Oh no what do I do???" And then I remembered that the premise involves the protagonist being taken to a palace. With a wide variety of luxurious Things to enjoy. So that just kind of solved itself.

Protip: If your sub's bad mood is bothering you then simply give them a steak that's more expensive than their entire house.

[amtrak12]

"Write for yourself! 💜" -- Actually no! I've been my self's best friend since I was born! I've spent 25 years annoying every family member and friend with my incessant rambling about my current favorite TV show! The second I developed formal thinking skills/hit puberty, it was over for those fuckers! My poor family hasn't known peace since the literal Y2K! And it took me all 25 of those years to finally, finally write fic I was proud of, so NO ACTUALLY! I am not writing for myself anymore! I am blasting that across the internet and I EXPECT MORE THAN CRICKETS IN REPAYMENT, THANK YOU!