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recorder-of-madness · 2 years ago

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A Love made of Delirium - Chapter One

Word Count - 2,703

TRIGGER WARNING - Physical Violence, Gun Violence, Bullet wound, Themes of self isolation'

Note - This is gonna be a self indulgent fanfic with my madness combat employer persona lmao, Kinda making it as a present for myself. I've been doing really well at work lately ( it's been pretty stressful so. ) and thought I deserved a treat. So fuck you, here is my ' i get to be cringe ' pass for the week. Also relationship wise for the fic I don't know yet so uhhhhhhh surprise you later I guess. I just like them all and can't decide +( This is also gonna be a yandere / have yandere elements because fuck you. I'm coping <3

They lingered at their computer, Staring at the latest work as they stretched. A full report on what they had observed from one of the many monitors of the machine. papers littered the floor while large drawers, filled with folders going back a couple years were all over the room. Photos and tapes were in their own respective piles, some were polaroid while others were shitty print outs. Some tapes were kept on vhs while others were on CDs. Each of the screens currently surrounding them either had their own DVD or vhs player. The room was only illuminated by the screens and the glowing eyes of the employer who sat in the middle of everything.

Most had not heard of the Recorder. Why? Well the name was evidence enough. A recorder simply observes and does not fool around in the endeavours they watch - only to examine and record that of what happened, a witness. Many things around Nevada did happen and sometimes they would feel bad, a sense of empathy that most, if not all, lacked. No matter how many times they perceived death: The guilt would linger. If they had been there, Would they be able to stop something from happening? They shook their head, trying to push away the moral dilemma that perplexed them day in and day out. ' That is not your job ' their thoughts replied, which they would nod in agreement with.

They pinched their nose bridge, Shivers running down their spine as they glanced away from the screen for a moment. When was the last time they had left their room? Well, They did not have reason to for so long and no one really knew their location outside of fellow employers but again. They had no idea of the others location either.

For a moment, For the first time in a while, The Recorder took a moment to consider a break. A lot could happen in a moment; Much less in a half an hour break. Then they would have to catch up and possibly miss something important. Like with the ongoing story of Hank J. Wimbledon vs the A.A.H.W. The fights that would take place were a amazement to behold. They were always so awestruck with how one man could take down a literal army. Then his co-workers, They would refer to them as friends but... from the body language they observed: he seemed to mostly stick to himself. An enigma among many Nevadans.

Sanford, Deimos: A duo of total destruction. They remembered watching the two first meet on one of their many screens and since then: They had observed just how close people can become. It was adorable to watch and a nice break from the usual cutting and tearing which was always put up onto at least one of the screens. Then there was the infamous 2BDamned, From what they recall, He wasn't even a real doctor yet the title of " Doc " was bestowed due to his vast but limited medical knowledge. He could heal someone up very well and was also a bit on the tech side of things. Very calculated in everything he did, It was always exciting to see exactly what plans he'd come up with.

The Recorder promptly had a file on each, but not just them. Almost everyone in Nevada, who'd come and gone, were stored in neat little folders accompanied by tapes and photos of the respected individuals. They hoped that if they knew, That the grunts that had died for nothing would find solace that someone would remember them: in a way there memory would be alive every time they read back through the folder, replayed a tape or simply gazed as the small photo attached to the front. They'd briefly thought about death, How perhaps the deliberator would free them from their mortal body and then stygian would escort them to the other place. Just another face in the endless piles they had recorded.

They had wandered over to the ladder, leading out the bunker. It was in the middle of nowhere and in all their years of being down here, No one but themselves entered or ever found it. Not that they minded, having no one around. It made it easier to focus on recording all the little details. Sometimes, they feared that maybe they had developed Para social relationships with some after being down here, watching so many grunts day in day out. It wouldn't be surprising but the thought was scary in itself.

' Maybe just a moment outside wouldn't hurt. ' they told themself, beginning to climb up the ladder. Each bar squeaked as new weight was put on it, Causing some discomfort. They mumbled something about having to get some oil. they continued, trying to block out the reoccurring screeches the ladder let out as they made their way up. Once they had reached the top, all that stood in the way was the turning wheel. Covered in cobwebs which made them shiver lightly

After a brief inspection to make sure there were no insect's hiding around, they turned the latch. It creaked loudly, not helping that they were next to it. Physically recoiling at the noise as they continued to turn it. it opened with a pop and for the first time in a long time, fresh air swooped into the bunker and into the recorder's lungs. Only to squeal as they realized the sun was pelting down on them. They shut their eyes tight, not used to the natural light. Whining to themself, feeling around as they attempted to climb out the rest of the way. Eventually they rolled onto their side: eyes fluttering open and shut as they attempted to become accustomed to the bright red Nevadan sun, unsure if they had missed it.

It took them a good 5 minutes to get used to it, redoing the eyes shutting and opening until they could stand the light once more. They took in their surroundings, glancing back at the once shut hatch. it was usually covered in sand, buried in the Nevadan desert. A light breeze blew past as they sat in the sand around them, grainy and slightly uncomfortable but a good change from the cold concrete floor. They dug their hands into the ground, rediscovering the way it fell through their fingers, eyes almost lighting up. How they had forgotten the beauty of the outside. Only being able to enjoy so through a screen. They tossed the sand up into the air before it fell, snickering lightly in amusement.

They dig their hands back in, leaning back to sit as they looked around. Nothing but desert really. The nearest thing was the old road nearby. It was a while away but visible from this distance. However, they squinted their eyes when they caught an interesting view. A vehicle was driving down the road. huh. Out of curiosity, they stood up to try and get a better view. It looked to be just that. A simple truck - most likely carrying supplies to whatever group owned it. Although it did seem odd when it stopped in the middle of the road, right in front of where they were standing vertical of it. Sure, they must have saw them from a distance but why stop.

The Nevadan desert stood still for a moment. Just a moment as they leaned closer, only to be shot back with a force. Their ears rung as they seemed to focus on the large bang so far away. A pain in their shoulder spread through their body. Neon green fluids began to bleed out of their wound, momentarily reaching out to touch it. They prodded it for a moment before whining and quickly retracting their hand from the wound. ' Fuck ' was all their mind could think, over and over the word repeated as they gazed back to the truck.

Red goggles stood out on the grey horizon. The dark figure slowly, but surely, making their way over. Their blood ran cold, Of-fucking-course. The ONE time they took a break. They fumbled back, Quickly getting onto their feet and scrambling back down the ladder. Not daring to look back at the large male on his way. The pain in their shoulder was quickly taken over by adrenaline, Climbing down the ladder. The squeaks of each only made their panic worse as they tried to close the hatch. Digging their claws in as they fumbled with each turn. It was hard thanks to the damaged shoulder but they hoped it would be strong enough to deter him from following them.

They climbed down the ladder, Stumbling as they reached the floor. Then everything went quiet, Everything apart from the screens their job was too observe. Taking a step back from the whole, shaking violently. Although, familiar voices quickly picked up from made then stop in their tracks.

" Hank. Hold on, what the fuck did you shoot " A voice called above the other screens, that being Deimos. A voice they'd grown to recognise from their years of watching.

" Shit. what is this? " The voice of his partner, Sanford then came from it too, prompting The Recorder to gently side step into view of the screen. Their the three were, outside the hatch and staring at it. Sanford was hunched over, but clearly motioning to some of their own splattered blood.

" Looks like someone burst open a glowstick " Deimos snickered reaching down and touching the liquid, Bringing it up to his face for a sniff. Sanford's features distorted with disgust as he smacked the back of the other's head.

" Don't fucking do that, bozo. For all we know it's poisonous " He responded only for Deimos to shrug in response. Seemingly taken aback by the familiar smell but different colour.

" Smells... like blood to me " He hummed, staring with integument more as he turned to the large male. Hank was looming over the entrance, unmoving and it only made the Recorder more anxious: feeling their heart beating out their chest: it rang in their ears. For a moment they feared Hank could hear it, echoing down here. He was a man on a mission, beginning to attempt to pry the hatch open. Thankfully, A younger Recorder was as paranoid as they were distrustful: So having an opening on the top was a big no no. At least not a visible one: there was the option for a code but they had never told anyone it outside their fellow employers. His attempts echoed down into the room, causing the Recorder to jolt: looking around for a weapon as they listened to the voices.

" Hank. I don't think that's gonna work. " Sanford responded to the others' actions, An audible huff of annoyance released from the other. That didn't stop them from their scrambling though. Fishing through everything Checking the drawers lining the wall. All came up with nothing. ' Am I really this defenceless? ' they thought as they recalled the tapes where each three had went around killing others. the way they done so without mercy. Will their head be squashed, stabbed? Perhaps their very flesh would be ripped from it's rightful place on their skin: Scratched and left to bleed out. Or perhaps everything they had work to record would be burned. No one would even know.

" Hey, Hey, Hey~, there's a code back here. I'll have it open in a jiff. Just let me.... " Deimos' voice trailed off, only heightening the anxiety they felt. Their form became goopier as tears began to gush from their eyes. They didn't want to die, Why did they have to go outside? Sobs of terror left their mouth as they collapsed to the floor. Gripping at their clothing and staring at the ladder. No... Please don't.

" Bingo! " And it was all over. They heard Deimos' voice as the screen turned to static: Indicating he was close enough to be observed from a first person stand point with them. The Recorder scrambled back under their desk, wrapping their arms around their legs. Mumbling for help, for someone to save them from their fate. They coudl hear the ladder creaking, even more dreadful than before knowing exactly who was making those sounds.

It didn't take them long for the group to find them, easily following the sound of crying and bright blood. Hank was already reaching a hand under the desk and snatching them up by the ankle before they could scream. Desperately grabbing onto anything that would stop him. Digging their claws into the table in some sort of desperate way to save themselves. At least not wanting to die in the same room they had been locked up for years. The Recorder continuing to get goopier, small black splotches falling onto the ground as they were held upside down by the ankle. As if some sort of prize Hank had hunted down for sport. He was much more intimidating and larger than they could ever imagine. After watching him for so long on that screen.

Sanford and Deimos watched with light amusement. Possibly because everyone could easily tell that from the appearance: The thing they had found was an employer. Down to the black skin and bright lime green eyes, glowing with fear. They definitely had to be one. Deimos grinned widely as he made his way over, Crouching down to their eye level as the recorder blubbered their speech, Their words not coherently stringing together.

" You're awfully small for an employer, aren't ya? " He tilted his head to mock them, finding great pleasure in their sobbing. He wasn't wrong. The recorder was absurdly short compared to most things in Nevada and the employers were no expectation. All of them stood well over 6 ft while the recorder was only at a simple 5'5. He poked their cheek only to flinch back, black goo decorating his finger tip. He rubbed it in-between his thumb and index finger: squinting to get a better look before wiping it onto his clothes.

" Fucking nasty. " Deimos murmured, glaring daggers at the Recorder who only shrunk under his gaze as they whimpered out an apology.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't kill me " they hiccupped, still squirming lightly in Hank's grip which only caused his grip to tighten. The blood rush to their head was starting to kick in, making it both easier to think but their thoughts equally blurry. The bullet wound was bleeding slightly more than before from the sudden rush of inundation build up around it hurt more.

" I'll do whatever you want! " they added on which seemed to catch the attention of all three.

" Anything? " Sanford repeated as his head tilted in their direction: He had been taking a moment to look through the drawers of folders in the back before the words caught his ears. The phrase was familiar... but a begging employer was such a rare sight. It was definitely welcomed though.

The Recorder nodded profusely, not bothering to think of reproductions. They just wanted to live. They needed to live was all their head screamed at them. No matter the cost: that's what they told themself as they heaved through tears.

" Well. For now... Why don't you take a nap? " Deimos responded. With that, Hank seemed to shift their weight, moving to hold them up by the collar and directly in his face. The Recorder's eyes went wide, Squirming more out of terror as for the first time: They were facing Hank J. Wimbleton face to face. They only melted more, Similar to that of an ice-cream you might have left in the sun: Starting to have more little black drops melt of them and onto the paper covered floor: ruining their progress. under his gaze. They couldn't see his eyes but they cold feel those cold, crazed eyes never leaving their face. He reeled his head back carefully and for a moment: The Recorder felt a wave of calm wash over them. Was he going to just... let them go? the thought was interrupted by Hank as he moved his head back with immense force, slamming it down into their forehead as all went black.

#A Love made of Delirium #yandere madness combat #madness combat oc #madness combat sona #cw yandere #yandere cw

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kyurilin · 3 years ago

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Kyuri's WIPs!

First up before I do anything, Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life has a playlist now! It's very short because I started it after the story was finished and posted but I just kind of add to it now for fun.

Any of the stories on this list that have a playlist to go with them will also get links!

Lost- Formerly known as Hizashi's No Good Very Bad Terrible Year (I think??? It's so long lmao) but yeah! I kind of had the OG doc as a test for doing ALL the manga events because man what a train wreck of a year but I got a brain worm today for a story opener that combined an old idea of mine with how to tie everything into the entire 'coping with trauma' vibe of the full Mic story so this is technically an official sequel. It's set after the war arc and a few other details that happen following that, so VERY spoiler heavy if you don't read the manga, but I wanted an excuse to write it from Mic's perspective and be able to reference stuff from the Mic story. So yeah! It's gonna be angst and coping with trauma and heavily reference Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life while having a way better title so whoever wants more content for that there's two planned to be posted now here. Currently at 2.6k words

You'll Find Home Again*- I already have to add one. ANYWAYS. This one may end up being emotional to me for no reason but uhhhhhhh. Yeah. So this is actually a spinoff of Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life but it's a prequel. And yeah. Yeah I know. But I mention a non-canon American internship throughout the Mic story with a character Tyler who is actually a recycled legacy Cars OC of mine and after a lot of thought I've decided to start a oneshot about Mic's American internship, but from the POV of Tyler. Now the reason this one is emotional to me is that Tyler/Thunder as he used to always be known is one of my oldest ocs, almost as old as my writing, and has traveled through many fandoms with me so he holds a very special place in my heart. And when I got into BNHA, I looked at Mic and was like 'oh he is giving off heavy Thunder vibes, they would be friends'. Hence the inclusion in the story. So it's kind of a special one to me because I get to write for a character I've written for a lot over the last 15 years bonding with this new character who I latched onto because of that connection, and I think it's going to end up being at the least a fun story. I feel bad dumping an OC centric story in the BNHA fandom because I try not to do that anymore but I'll probably link it to the Mic story if/when it's done. Currently at 496 words

Someone New- based on the post below and currently being rewritten since it's something I started in February and have not thought about except for like two weeks in July. I'm hoping it's going to be a short one but knowing me (and the lore I accidentally developed for it when I made this playlist) it could end up stupidly long. Currently at 596 words

I Still Reach For You- A heavy manga spoilers Kurogiri story set after the Tartarus breakout. Basically Kurogiri also escapes during that but is going through a crisis of his own due to the whole Shirakumo thing. Obviously started before a later chapter lmao. Currently at 2.7k

Stray- one of the big ones I'm working on, that I've referred to once as the Matching Tattoos AU! An EraserMicCloud story where the three of them meet in college, get matching tattoos, and then don't meet up again until way later. This is the one I've been working on recently that I dumped 18k into over the course of like a week and a half. It's also a no quirks modern au because that was the easiest thing, and kind of a soulmates-but-not-really au. Currently at 24.1k

All The Ways I Love You- this one is like wildly hyper specific but it's a spin off of either a line in the Present Mic story or the oc villain au regarding Aizawa disappearing completely from seeing his friends. So it's Nemuri taking care of him after he turns up very much not himself while Hizashi is still out of the country, and it's something I'm not exactly sure will ever get posted but I wanted to do something with Nemuri. Currently at 8.1k

So, You Wanna Be a Hero- This is a one shot story I'm doing to introduce my Shinsou's family ocs, set immediately after the sports festival in Canon. It's very short at the moment because I don't write for Shinsou much but I have ocs for his family I wanted to include. SPEAKING OF this and Stray both involve the Shinsou family, but Stray makes a minor change and uses a different character name for the mom for no explainable reason. Currently at 140 words

Dread Sometimes is Packaged as Your Best Friend- set within the No Place Like Home AU (the story universe associated with the story This Isn't How the Story Goes), this is how the Tartarus visit to Kurogiri would have gone in that universe. Currently at 139 words.

All the Traces- I think I'm canceling this one because I don't vibe with it and it wasn't really a great idea to begin with but it's also set within No Place Like Home and is very soon after Aizawa's death. Currently at 798 words

No Place Like Home AU- speaking of which, this AU is a series of one shots that is currently only one story in where it's Aizawa who dies instead of Shirakumo. I really really need to do more for this one.

Song of the Abyss- this is one of the Big Ones, but it's a pirates/mermaids/fantasy au with merman prince Hizashi and ocean merchant Aizawa that has deep deep lore and lots of plotting to do and no ending. Currently at 1.5k

You Were Mine (And I'll Tell You That Forever)- this is basically the same as I Still Reach For You EXCEPT Nemuri lives. Make of that what you will. Also I got really artsy with some of these titles then you have shit that just isn't titled at all. Currently at 4.2k

Burn Brighter- For some reason the Todoroki family wormed their way into a spinoff for Stray so this is that spinoff. I have done very little with it. Currently at 324 words

Kaito Hamasaki: Origin- look if horikoshi gets to drop all his ocs into origin chapters then so do I okay. Honestly, this one really is about 95% for me and the likelihood of it getting posted is slim and it's TECHNICALLY a tie in to the next doc I'm mentioning but it is exactly what the title says. Currently at 3.8k

Mock King AU- Otherwise lovingly referred to as the OC Villain AU. Anyone who's read Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life may or may not remember the oc by either his actual name or his hero name of Mockingbird, and I started up a villain au for him in January that's currently at 48k and hasn't been worked on in a bit. I'm maybe a fourth of the way through at this point so uhhhh it's a Big One. I'm constantly on the fence about ever posting this one if it gets done because it is entirely self indulgent PARTICULARLY since the opening of the story is set on the same weekend as the opening of the Mic story. I thought it was funny. Reboot is at 2.5k since I'm currently reworking it

There's not ~technically~ a playlist for just the story but Kaito gets his own playlist with both villain au songs and regular inspiration songs

EraserMicJoke Superiority- Yeah I legit don't have a title for this one. Basically it is entirely an excuse to write EraserMicJoke since that's one of the many ships from bnha I like but with the added twist of the idea being spawned by "Emi would get really emotional if Eri ever called her mom". So yeah, it's a stupidly long idea based off the idea that Eri gets three parents who love her and spoil her instead of just the common Adopted By EraserMic. Currently at 18k

EraserMicJoke- EraserMic Origins DONE- so I accidentally gave Aizawa and Hizashi an even more tragic get together story with a few throwaway lines in the story mentioned above and decided to write the full thing out on its own and man apparently I like writing ✨trauma✨ way too much. Finished at 39k

Why Loud Cloud Got Banned From Put Your Hands Up Radio- this might be the dumbest one. It falls under the Rooftop Hero Agency AU, where Shirakumo lives, but it's a fucking comedy story where Oboro, the only time he goes on Hizashi's radio show, spends the whole time simping for his girlfriend in very not radio friendly ways and Hizashi cannot shut him down. Frankly it's the dumbest thing I've ever thought of. It has a few sentences now and Oboro has no brain cell it's gonna be GREAT. Currently at 249 words

Softest Lullabies- This is entirely a CloudNight fluff story in the Rooftop Hero Agency AU setting because I got the idea and proceeded to knock out about 1k of story before I was like 'i'll come back to this'. Currently at 1.3k

Sports Festival- I think I'm not continuing with this? It's literally just the first sports festival for Aizawa, Oboro, and Hizashi (why don't I ever refer to Aizawa as Shouta as a side note) and it isn't really necessarily linked to the Rooftop Hero Agency AU because once I write the sports festival you can assume that's how it went down universally in anything I write unless otherwise specified but I think I just wanted to write it lol. Currently at 440 words

Rooftop Hero Agency AU- This is both the AU concept and the doc. The doc is kind of not really being worked on, since I sort of shifted gears and decided to break this one up into stories in the universe like the No Place Like Home AU, but it's my version of a Shirakumo Lives AU featuring EraserMic and CloudNight. The doc for this story is currently still on their high school years but since I'm changing the way I do this it'll probably be like that forever.

Sun, Stars, and Clouds- This is actually mostly canceled since I started writing it (and about three spin offs) before the Mic story to practice writing these characters and it's some kind of legal drama featuring what was going to be EraserCloudMic. Present Meow the cat came from here. I think.

Don't Speak AU/Vigilante Aizawa AU- This one is hella cancelled as it got TOO complicated to handle as it was a ridiculously involved rewrite of the entirety of My Hero Academia but Aizawa left UA and became a vigilante after the death of Shirakumo. GREAT CONCEPT, but so much fucking writing for me to attempt when I was just starting to write for the series. ALSO technically the oneshot Would Anyone Care was part of this AU but I kept bringing it up in other stories so eventually I was like fuck it this is a Core Memory now it happened regardless.

Cloud Control AU- I have brought this one up before but it was my own concept of a soulmate au where when your soulmate dies you get their quirk, and Aizawa has had two quirks since the death of Shirakumo. AGAIN. Great for trauma. I have a doc for this and a rewrite doc, and I had planned to focus on it after I finished the mic story, but it got away from me somehow.

How We Say Goodbye- Once again, this is a story referenced in, very specifically, Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life. I had actually written this before I wrote that and never finished this story, but it's set after Shirakumo's death. Hizashi tries to do his podcast as normal, but can't because he doesn't know how to deal with doing it alone and knowing he won't have Oboro to do it with again, so invites Shouta and Nemuri over so they can do a goodbye podcast, which ends up being the last episode he ever does. It was so sad I started crying while writing it and haven't touched it since.

Sorry to Bring You Down- ACTUALLY in a similar vein to the last story mentioned, this is set post war arc before I knew what was happening in world. It was Hizashi's first show after taking some time to spend with Shouta, and the whole concept revolved around his listener call in hour being a disaster because citizens were using it to vent about their disappointment in the heroes. And Hizashi was going to end up going on this exhausted rant about he lost someone too since Nemuri's gone and how they're doing the best they can and all stuff along those lines. It's a really dope idea that I honestly want to finish because the idea of Hizashi just getting fed up and just going ham because he's still hurting too is the best to me.

Something With Mirko- No that's literally the title. 100% this is just a dumb story of Mirko getting bored of being stuck in the hospital post war arc that I haven't finished but maybe will one day.

Homeless Aizawa is Hopeless- this is the document that ACTUALLY spawned the mic story. It's clearly NOT getting finished but since half my document titles are garbage I wanted to share that the original iteration of the mic story had an even dumber name and that it also had Aizawa as the main characters.

*Mechanic AU- I guess I should add this one since it's my latest idea even though I don't know if I'll keep adding onto it forever because it was a spur of a moment kinda thing? But basically it's yet another erasermic idea with cloudnight as a secondary ship where Hizashi escapes a bad relationship and breaks down in the middle of nowhere only for the mechanic who fixes his car to be someone he gets along with instantly. Oboro and Nemuri run a bar called Loud Nights because yes. I think it's funny. Frankly this one could be a short one shot or it could own my soul for the next few months but I have to add it to the list because I have started the doc for it.

Crumbled Rooftops*- I'm keeping this one secret plotwise but adding it to the list because ya'll ain't ready for it. I'm very excited about it though and ya'll should be too.

I think this is all of them???? Anyways I'll try to tag stuff based on the title of the doc from here and if anyone ever wants to ask about any of these please do I will not hesitate to ramble about my stories

#Spotify #kyuri writes #spoilers #bnha spoilers #I FORGOT TO TAG THAT OOPS

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fishybehavior · 3 years ago

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girl help, I'm caught up in my own brainrot for a slowburn plasma fic au, where Jay is a fanfic writer and Kai just wants to understand what Starfarer is

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Logging into his Readdit account, Jay looked through the usual memes and updates on the Starfarer's thread. Throwing his comments and memes around. Chuckling at the weird theories and crack idea’s near the bottom. He was about to sign off and check up on some friends when an alert popped on his screen. A message from his friend, one of the mods on the board.

“Lol. check this out ur always complaining about having no one to talk to” It read, a link to a post, posted several hours before. It must’ve been buried underneath everything else.

“Looking for someone to explain the goddamn lore of this stupid show” The title stated, it explained that the poster had a little brother into the show, but they couldn’t understand any of the lore. “Looking for someone patient with internet illiterate dorks.” Raising an eyebrow at the odd description, he looked at the comments below to see that the poster was the first comment, listing ways to contact them.

“Ignore the internet illiterate comment, my stupid sister put it in and i dont know how to change it.” Jay couldn’t help but chuckle, looking at the two ways of contacting this poster he decided to do Disharmony, it was the easiest way anyway.

“eyo!! i saw ur post on readdit

im always free if u got questions about the fandom or the lore :]”

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Hours later, Jay was scrolling through Rumblr when he heard the oh so familiar, yet annoying, ding of Disharmony. Sharing the fanart he was looking at, he switched over to the app, looking to see if it was his friends screaming over his new rewrite ideas. But no, it was a message from a barely familiar name, $hougun1987, the guy with the Readdit post.

“hey”

“yello, how u being? :)” Jay responded quickly.

“uhhhhhhh, fine i guess.”

Jay hummed, he didn’t want to scare him off, but the guy didn’t seem comfortable. “So u want to know more about starfarer?”

He watched nothing happen for a second, then the small writing icon appeared. Jay had set his to be a bluebird, it slowly flapped its wings as he waited for the guy to reply.

“yeah my lil bro is super into it. Loves to talk about it, but i dont understand a thing he says about it”

Jay nodded in understanding; he wanted to share the show with many of his friends too. But after the third death in the second season and the weird time travel episode that messed with a lot of the timeline, he always ended up losing them in the confusion.

“its pretty awesome ur willing to try and understand it most find it pretty duanting”

“i dont care if it is you should see his face light up when he talks about it, all I want is to understand half of what hes saying he’ll light up so much more when he can talk about it to someone” They responded immediately, Jay was shocked about the passion in his words.

“if u dont mind me asking why r u asking for someone to explain it? theres plenty of vids about it”

“You cant ask videos questions”

“Comments?”

“They all speak gibberish too Imm stubborn and suck at learning I just need a person who can go slow and can answer questoins"

Jay blinked, this almost seems too perfect. Someone who wanted all the details, and was willing to listen to him ramble about every aspect of the show he had been hyper-fixating on for almost two years now? AND was going to ask questions. . .

He couldn’t pass this up, even his own friends in the community were tired of listening to him ramble about the show.

“we’ll, honestly, my dude, this sounds like a great project id be more than happy to help if u want me” Jay responded, not trying to sound too excited.

“sounds good how about we start tomorrow? ill message u”

“Yee! what ur name btw?”

“what!?! im not giving you my name!!”

Chuckling he quickly responded, “i dont want ur name, just wanna know what to call u we’re going to be chatting for a while it’d be awkward to call u dude the whole time”

There was a pause, and for a second Jay was worried that he scared him off, but then the app dinged as he responded.

“shogun, call me shogun”

Grinning from ear to ear, Jay replied. “hi shogun, im plasma :)”

#ninjago #kjerfnklejfnc #new fic idea #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #:P #fic #:D #what id i just made jay me

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lunatic-fandom-space · 3 years ago

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Lets get this Episode 8 Bread babey

Ya girl gets all her things together, maybe cleans a lil (maybe gives her hamstet some food if I decide to give her one) before going out to the beach

Maybe Aphmau visits Emmalyn or Donna to basically tell her that shes in charge/she's supposed to take care of the farms n all that stuff and to say goodbye ofc

She quickly scurries to the docks, the bois Zenix n Garroth are already there and they have pretty much the same convos w/ Aphmau as they do in the OG Visher isnt in the Golden Lasso and also, the Golden Lasso isnt a thing. I remember it being pretty important later on for transportation n shit but for now, lets just say that his body is in a wooden crate or coffin of some kind and that they already put him abord

Might add a lil scene of Garroth explaining the basics of boats n shit at this point

And then she already sails away. Here I'd like to have her feel kinda bad and sad (bc yknow, shes delivering a husbands dead body to his wife) and maybe worried since shes never done something like this, at least initially. Then she could get happier over the course of her journey bc its exciting and fun and adventurous and all that, only for reality to hit again once she arrives

Oh shit Paul was there the whole time uhhhhhhh idk just have him be depressed under the deck or off to the side or something

Anyway, they get on land, carrying the crate w/ Visher in it and they have the same convo that they have in OG with Aph assuring Paul that he wont have to deliver the body before Aphmau enters Brightport. However, he will have to help her w/ the crate bc its really heavy

They look around the village, asks around a bit until they finds the house of Visher's Wife who does not appear to have a name (I like the name Daniella personally, but im not sure if she matters that much yknow), once they find her Aph n Paul exchange A Look and he leaves

Aphmau knocks on the door, delivers the body and Visher's Wife has the same reaction she does in the OG and Aph awkwardly leaves while profusely apologizing

Paul ran off somewhere so she walks around Brightport looking for him

I feel like I said that I would keep the hostile mobs but I havent really mentioned them since beyond "yea the villagers lock themselves in their homes bc they wanna avoid them" lol but yeah theres some zombies hangin around a house and she sees that a guard is having some trouble with them so she helps. She also tries to make some conversation after theyre done killing, but the guard remains in business-mode and just goes straight to their post again while telling Aph "Sorry, the Lord is not in right now. Come back some other time"

Holy hell why does she have many pets okay listen. Im letting her keep the cat bc I love them and also bc I feel like that would be a good pet for someone like Aphmau to have

She finally finds Paul, they have a small talk where Aphmau basically warns him that Visher's Wife is really not in a talking mood

I think Im gonna make it so she just stays the night at Brightport w/ Paul bc the only reason she seems to want to return is to pick up her pets which she doesnt have in my rewrite (not yet anyway, who knows if I'll change my mind or not)

Sigh. edit: She also has a key for some reason now?? Idk where she got it I apparently zoned out in just the right place where they showed it and Ive already rewatched significant portions of the episode so. yea theres no explanation given for now ig sry

OKAY judging by the titles of the oncoming episodes it looks like we might be getting to some of the juicier stuff im hyped

#lunas mcyt shit #my mc/d rewrite

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bloodiedpixie · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview!!

There are some small awtwb spoilers below the cut so beware of them

tagged by: @mostlymaudlin

name: Remi

fandoms: Simon Snow, Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue and Shameless

most popular multi-chapter fic: The 5 Reasons for tggtvav! It’s a modern punk au with a trans Percy and androgynous Monty, Percy is a guitarist for a punk band called the 5 reasons that plays at the Eleftheria bar most nights.

I have other chapter fics that I’m trying to get through and I hope become my most popular *cough* 70s Simon Snow fic *cough* but I have no idea what the future holds and 5 reasons will always be my baby ☺

how do you do titles: I flounder for a while until it hits me, usually they just appear two hours before i'm ready to post it and then i pretend to my beta i know what the hell i'm doing.

Jk, here’s an answer, sometimes it’s a line or a song or something, or maybe it’s something from the fic, like “The 5 Reasons, The Watford Mages, The Crew of The Magia mollique fluentem, SPF 100” are all groups/things within the fic, “This is what it’s like to be lovers, Please don’t take my sunshine away” are song lyrics, “Rose Snow-Pitch vs. Anxiety, Of All The Wildflowers, GIVE ME THE DAMN SHIRT!!, This will end in flames, One bullet too far, Best Stanley Cup Ever” are lines from the fic itself, and the rest, “The Angle On The Top of The Tree, My Dear Nightmare, Cars and Curry, Domesticity, How To Simon Proof a Flat, Begin Your Twenties With a…Never mind, A different kind of note” are either plays on lines said in the book or just random things that have to do with the fic itself

That’s probably not the most efficient way to do titles but here we are

do you outline: Yes but they are a lot of swears, memes and emojis because I can’t take myself seriously

fic ideas you probably won't get to but wouldn't it be nice: all of them, my entire wip list are things I’m probably never going to get to but damn it I wanna!!! But I do have a few specifically, one is “The Watford Baby Chronicles” which is specifically because I wanna write Baz being a prissy little toddler music conductor and Simon being a little train conductor, Penny being obessed with learning, Shep seeing ghosts, Agatha being a rebel in a tutu, I need to have it happen and also this

Baby Baz: *in front of baby Simon minding his own business*

Baby Simon: *puts both hands on Baby Baz's face and squishes*

Baby Baz: *conflicted crying*

Another idea is “Shoulder Angle, Shoulder Demon” au here’s the description, I really wanna do it I just don’t think I have time 😭

Simon and Baz are dilemma deciders, mythical and magical beings that are assigned to different humans everyday. Each dilemma decider is paired with another for all eternity once they grow past 10. Whether the deciders like each other or not is not relevant, a decision cannot change their partner.

The stance on Demon and Angel changes per person. Typically Simon Snow is an angel and Basilton Grimm-Pitch is a Demon. Though Baz would tend to say Simon is the Demon and Baz is the angel.

They eventually reach an understanding when a once in a million people chance, they agree on something. Secrets start building and revealing themselves and the deciders have to decide on the answer to the one big question on their tongues.

“Do I love him?”

callouts @ me: O H! OH BUDDY!! So many things. But I guess the main one is, I really gotta work on describing things, I have very specific things in my brain for how their movements work and how they move but I can barely describe it, need to work on that. “They moved there and then there” is not how I should write those movements, GET IT TOGETHER ME!! 😂

best writing traits: H a h a….um…..shit idk. Adjectives? I guess, people have told me I’m good at being poetic and describing little things well, and I use a lot of adjectives to do that so…Adjectives.

spicy opinions: uhhhhhhh, hm…..ok don’t kill me, I think that maaaaaaaaybe people are a bit mean to Simon for how he treated Baz in ws. NOW BEFORE YOU COME FOR ME, I AM WELL AWARE HOW HE TREATED HIM WAS NOT OKAY!! I’m aware okay, but it’s just, I’ve been in that position before like I know “I ignored you for months, that was completely my fault” but like so many people are like “He was so mean to Baz, Baz should have left him, Simon shouldn’t be forgiven” I just…it’s hard okay? And most people *wouldn’t* forgive someone after that and some may say that’s unrealistic but I think it’s just showing that Baz understood Simon was having a hard time too and TRUST ME! That is the best thing is when someone understand.

A N Y H O W

I also think Baz has an ass and I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT THE CHEST HAIR!!! TAKE THAT!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

*ahem*

Anyhow, I’m no pressure tagging: @caitybug @annabellelux @xivz @palimpsessed @foolofabookwyrm @trenchcoat-moth @bazzybelle @ladymac111 @tea-brigade

No pressure though!!! 💙💙

#tag game #Fic writer interview #awtwb spoilers #any way the wind blows spoilers

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luvbrie · 3 years ago

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work in progresses ! — there's quite a few but i will have you know that i am Totally okay and completely sane and calm 24/7 ^-^

TREASURE

— wrong account [crack]

pairing: jeongwoo x reader / nonidol!jeongwoo x gn!reader

warnings: twitter au, jeongwoo freaks the fuck out but it's okay because reader is dense

short summary: reader & jeongwoo are twitter mutuals and jeongwoo accidentally tweets about his massive crush on y/n, but y/n doesn't realize it's about them. however, much to jeongwoo's horror, y/n dms him about the tweet.

— sad at the happiest place on earth [fluff???]

pairing: junkyu x reader / nonidol!junkyu x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of toxic relationship, hurt/comfort trope, i will be changing the title bc wtf

short summary: where both you and junkyu coincidentally get stood up at disneyland and decide to make up for it by crying together.

prompt(s): “I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I got.”

— is it worth losing you [angst]

pairing: doyoung x reader / the mysterious class au, doyoung x ghost!gn!reader

warnings: mysterious class spoilers, DO NOT READ if you’re not uptodate with the mysterious class, conflicted feelings, tension

short summary: reader is [spoilers] sibling and starts showing up every once in a while to check up on [spoilers], after he told them his friends have started to realize there’s a ghost amongst them. doyoung thinks they’re cute and the others seem to notice. however, as word gets out that [spoilers] & reader are both ghosts, doyoung doesn't know how to feel.

— blackpink in your area [crack]

pairing: blackpink fanboys x reader / jihoon, hyunsuk, haruto & yedam x blackpink 5th member!reader

warnings: uhhhhhhh i know most treasure members are bp fans but for the sake of my sanity i will write for 4 of them, platonic-ish, um there's a high chance i will not post it bc its finished but everything is incoherent thoughts of brie at 6 am

short summary: after dance mentor lisa took off with a bang, YG decided vocal coach Y/N wouldn’t be much different, especially with Treasure in the picture.

— a second wouldn’t hurt [angst]

pairing: yoshi x reader / idol!yoshi x idol!reader

warnings: 2nd person,they kiss um… IDK it sounds kinda suggestive but it’s supposed to be romantic im sorry , ,,

short summary: tireless days of work call for a just a second of relaxation. those deserved seconds turn into something more; minutes, then hours. but what's just a second more? just a second more wouldn't hurt, right?

— dance line reaction to dancer crush [crack/fluff]

pairing: dance line x reader / [ SEPARATE ] hyunsuk , jihoon , mashiho , doyoung x dancer!gn!reader

HYUNSUK ✓ | JIHOON ✗ | MASHIHO ✗ | DOYOUNG ✓

warnings: DANCE LINE SIMPS,, that’s literally all,,

short summary: you are crazy talented at dancing and our beloved treasure dance line takes note of it. they can't wrap their head around how great you are! not only are your dance moves smooth and connected, you have such great energy and great facial expressions and a great face... a really, really great face... oh no.

— soulmate au [fluff/angst]

pairing: [separate] ot12 x reader / ot12 x soulmate!reader

HYUNG LINE ✗ | MIDDLE LINE ✓ | MAKNAE LINE ✗

warnings: all members' posts will be in the form of a bulletpoint scenario featuring informal language and intentional lowercase, also some will be members will be angsty um just in advance i am horribly sorry yoshi, jaehyuk and jihoon likers

short summary: ...........you live in a world where soulmates exist.

— treasure reaction to idolcrush!reader getting eliminated on a survival show [crack/fluff]

pairing: [separate] ot12 x reader / ot12 x idolcrush!gn!reader

HYUNG LINE ✓ | MIDDLE LINE ✓ | MAKNAE LINE ✗

warnings: been in my ygtb feels lately… u get eliminated in a 1:1 match, also positions of the reader (rapper, dancer etc) are based off the member (e.g. haruto = rapper!reader), bulletpoint reaction

#IT'S KIND OF SAD THAT THERE'S MORE #but i am ashamed #anyways #moving on #my wips #god there's so many #i am sorry.

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hellofeanor · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by: @avi17

Name: Fëanor, or @fullofleaves on AO3

Fandoms: Oh boy. Writing-wise, only MCU, and within that very specifically only frostiron, because uhhhhh I take forever to do anything and anything more than one niche is too much to handle. But I did publish one (1) LotR fic way back in the day when a friend was organizing an exchange (I started and never finished dozens of others), and there’s a chance the new Amazon show will awaken something in me. But for now, I specialize in one thing and one thing only.

Two-shot: Look. Babes. It’s hard enough for me to write something under fifty thousand words. Sometimes I can manage a small one-shot if I have a clear idea for one scene that stands alone. There is no in-between.

Most popular multi-chapter: According to my AO3 stats, it’s A Plague of Loki. Which is also the longest so far at 174k words.

Actual worst part of writing: Knowing what I want to write, but struggling with the exact wording and how to best convey the ideas. At that point I “take a break” and mindlessly scroll through the internet for an hour, ultimately accomplishing nothing. (Spoiler alert: this is exactly what I’m doing right now!)

How you choose your titles: Chapter titles are easy, since I usually just grab those from a line in the chapter text I think is particularly relevant and/or funny. Story and series titles are a different scenario. Sometimes I go into the story already having come up with a dumb joke title (as is the case with Are You There God of Mischief and Plague of Loki that I can write into, but usually it’s more like I agonize over stringing together a handful of words, come up with something late at night, decide it’s good enough, and roll with it.

Do you outline: Sometimes I try, but inevitably the story ends up naturally going in a way that doesn’t follow the outline. Usually I know the ending I’m writing towards, but that can always change too. I do have a document with little snippets of dialogue or ideas for scenes I want to include.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: Uhhhhhhh so many. One I’ve been thinking about for a while now is rewriting all of the Distance, Space and Time series, but from Loki’s POV. But considering I started that series eight goddamn years ago and it’s still not done (whoops), this is very much wishful thinking. Another idea, though one I might actually do, is a sequel to Counterpoint.

Callouts @ me: Why the crispy fuck are you watching dog videos on reddit instead of doing literally anything useful, up to and including writing?

Best writing traits: I get a lot of comments telling me I get the character voices spot on, and others praising my ability to flip seamlessly from comedy to tragedy within the span of sentences. I love hearing both of these things, since I try very hard to do them well. <3

Spicy tangential opinion: It’s 100% okay to dislike or even outright loathe parts of fandom, whether that be characters, pairings, tropes, writing styles, or anything else. Just remember that the back button exists for a reason and no writer wants to be on the receiving end of your salty opinion. Click away, not today, disco lady.

Tagging: @sashaforthewin, @3hobbitsinatrenchcoat, @littlethingwithfeathers, @securitybreach, @mythwine, @alcoholicberry, @elrohare

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mirasage · 4 years ago

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Muse Sage Backstory

UHHHHHHH im a fucking bitch for tragic anime backstory, so as follows is how I’ve written backstory for Sage. If riot ever decides to feed us good, I’ll listen, but I love the idea of her using her powers for,,, bad.

Mirai was from a poor family, born to work, doing labour since she could walk. Working to live meant she had no time for school, and both her and her brother were illiterate, something she didn’t realise was an issue until they moved to the big city. Regardless, she was happy with her life, living in a bubble, developing her quiet disposition, prefering to look inward, content with her own company. It’s a normal day in the city when the first light shatters her reality, and as she sobs over her brother’s prone body, clutching desperately at his spasming form as he bleeds out, her hands begin glowing beneath the fabric of his shirt. Her parents are buried deep, deep under the rubble of what used to be her home, and suddenly, she has nothing. Holding him until he goes cold, she weeps as her skin stitches itself back together.

She wanders the dead city for days before beings picked up by scavengers, deep in a dissociative fugue. The looters aren’t good people, but they have a roof, and food, and over the next couple years, everything goes dark. She masters her abilities, realises she can heal the harm she does, and doesn’t use it for good. To this day, she only remembers bits and pieces, but along the way, she earns the title of “The Butcher”, still revered in certain circles. They give her a place to work, a disgusting basement, and she carries out their dirty work for her. Scrubbing will never be enough to get the grime out from under her fingernails, and she feels like Lady MacBeth in the way that the blood will stain her soul. She makes a life for herself in the carrion, deep in the gore of things. Surviving is adapting, and so she transitions from girl to soldier. Eventually, she learns to read - it’s a long journey, all half burnt books, (remnants of the explosion that shook the city, the world) and frustrated outbursts, but the words call to her, and as shapes make way for letters, and she learns about language, she finds a refuge. Sage still runs with her scavengers, working for a shadowy company she knows nothing about, but the pay is good, and she can practice her abilities (and have a corner she knows she won’t be interrupted in for when she slowly reads her books). Along the way, she picks up medical textbooks, forces doctors and surgeons from before to teach her, the threat of her abilities hanging heavy in the air. It’s not long before she’s masterfully wielding a scalpel, and it’s not long before medicine, the kind that isn’t “magic”, becomes her raison d'être.

Mirai has long since become a woman when a masked figure drops into her sanctuary to tell her she can be more than this. He’s heard about her, knows more like her. Mask tight to his face, he tells her that he can help her get back what she's lost, help her find a family, and at the same time, use her unique skill set for retribution. It’s justice he’s talking about, but aren’t justice and vengeance the same thing? One nod is all it takes to agree, and she finally leaves the city, joining a team of individuals like her. It’s like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, and she’s no longer so alone. It’s on one of her first field missions with the valorant protocol that everything goes very, very wrong. Coms go dark, and the heady scent of copper fills the air. Gunshots ricochet off heavy concrete, but it’s so much louder when they stop, blood rushing in her ears, heart pounding, hyper aware of every little sound. She feels small, and dirty, flashing back to her days in her makeshift dungeon. Heavy in her hands, the cold steel of her phantom is her only comfort as she silently traverses the battle site. Mirai zeros in on him from an angle, and isn’t sure if he’s dead - the man that recruited her - but he’s lying prone in a dark puddle, no noise coming from him. It’s a bitter, dark feeling, and she’s never felt more desperate than when she places her hands on him. “I wasn't strong enough before... but now, now I am strong enough for us all!” Fuelled by anguish, she pours her all into him, seeing radianite fractals bloom from her palms, encasing him in a chrysalis of cyan. Mirai wasn’t expecting wasn’t expecting for him to burst out, ready for action, but she takes it in stride, effortlessly hones the new skill, practicing whenever she gets the opportunity, which in her line of work, is often.

It’s only when the door lock clicks behind her that the facade breaks, calmness giving way to fury, to grief. She mourns her brother, hates herself for her lack of skill, feels the weight of the knowledge that he would still be alive if only she’d known. Compartmentalizing is coping, and as time passes, Mirai becomes who she was, not who she is. Mirai is who she is when she’s really feeling, when she’s alone enough to be vulnerable. She’s reborn as Sage - the wise healer, strong enough to move a mountain, infallible. The slight smile never leaves Sage’s face, a practiced mask of understanding, but underneath the obsidian shell, Mirai writhes, and The Butcher scrubs her hands.

#sage valorant #sage #valorant #roleplay #rp #tragic anime backstory #i just think they're neat #villains r hot and i stand by that #maybe the organisation she worked for was kingdom and she didnt know and that will eventually ruin her life or-

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katierosefun · 4 years ago

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rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

tagged by @kckenobi -- thank you so much for the tag i needed to scream about this anyways but oh boy y’all uhhHHHhH--

to these memories -- ongoing fix-it fic wip that i’ve already spoken much about, but currently working on chapter 23 now! just wrapping up lots of bits of anakin’s plot here.

ever in our favor -- hunger games/thg ongoing wip. everyone is now fully in the games, so that means death and betrayal and angst and all the lovely things. :))

time, wondrous time -- (longform fic) a continuation of sorts to to these memories. very excited to release this one, but i’m keeping mostly hush-hush on this because spoilers!

getting lost in the big galaxy -- (longform fic) fix-it au which involves a missing anakin skywalker, a tired obi-wan kenobi talking ahsoka tano (who had still just left the order) into a galaxy-wide roadtrip search for their idiot.

most ardently -- (longform fic) pride & prejudice obitine/anidala au. (in which obi-wan decides to visit the countryside with an overenergetic anakin skywalker/his adopted sister ahsoka tano. what ensues is mostly chaos and also while anakin and padme are busy batting their eyelashes at each other, obi-wan and satine are dancing around each other and dry commentary and yes, that iconic p&p rain scene makes an appearance only make it obi-wan and satine and almost kisses and flustered hand-holds)

this stupid, wonderful, boring, amazing job -- (longform fic) the office/tcw au. obi-wan kenobi is the new regional manager of this small company, and of course, anakin skywalker, resident expert salesman but also certified disaster man, is just making his life difficult. he might also be having an affair with someone in corporate. ahsoka works reception but proves she’s actually an outsstanding salesperson herself. rex works in hr and is half-approving, half-exasperated with his disaster salesperson friends. kind of written in a series of interviews/snippets of just chaotic scenes. (ie. anakin might have flooded the bathroom, and obi-wan’s just. this is my life now.)

red, underlined -- (longform fic. very, very, very long fic) law school students obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, ahsoka tano, padme amidala, and rex all find themselves covering up professor palpatine’s dead body. nothing is okay. told in a series of flashbacks between the past (events leading up to the murder) and present (the murder + cover-up). told in three big parts, kind of like three seasons. currently set to have 45 chapters.

turned around, nothing there -- post-Mortis sad fic which i’ve started and still need to actually finish. um, lots of our trio being sad. shaking hands and broken plates.

and uh,,,just a whole ton of whumptober/folklore x tcw stuff. but that’s a LOT of stuff, so i’ll spare everyone the trouble of reading that. but!!! yes, those are my wips and i would love babbling about them. :’)

no-pressure tags: @obirain, @lazarusii, @60sec400, and @lightasthesun! <3

#tag game #thank you!!#oh god i feel exposed #but in a good way!!

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alteridolriley · 6 years ago

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Forgotten

A/N: Hey there everyone! Look! I wrote something! IN ONE DAY! I was hella inspired by @sidespart‘s art here of amnesiac Roman and uhhhhhhh take this for it! LOL

People who wanted to be tagged: @a-not-okay, @imtoobiforyou, @apologieslogan, @cloverlyanxious, @icecoldparadise, @backatthebein

People I always tag: @artistictaurean, @availe, @anxious-patton, @mandeebobandee (plz message me if you want to be permanently added to my taglist)

TW: blood mention, injury/memory loss, food mention, yelling, crying, cursing

((Romantic Moxiety with pining Logince))

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The four of them were inseparable.

Everyone in their high school knew they were basically family.

Roman was the theater kid. Popular wasn't even the best way to describe him. Infamous was probably better. Roman was always the lead in every play. His vibrant personality and kind heart attracted everyone around him and Roman did his best to always be happy for them.

His brother, Virgil, was the well known artist of the school. He had been commissioned by their town to do art for restaurants and local businesses as well as the school itself. Being a bit of a quiet kid, Virgil depended on Roman to get him out of his shell a bit, which Roman did quite happily.

Virgil's boyfriend, Patton, was the farm boy. Raised outside of the bustling city, Patton grew up with chickens and cows as his best friends. There wasn't a farm animal alive on his grandparent's farm that Patton hadn't helped raise from birth. Patton loved all animals and shared his adoration of cats with Virgil quite closely as Patton's grandparents had commissioned Virgil to draw a portrait of Patton's barn cat, Isabella, who had recently passed away at the old age of 17. They realized they both attended Cravens Academy and now it's history.

Patton's cousin, Logan, also attends the school but he's far from the farm as that side the family runs the business aspect of the farm. Crunching the numbers and making sure the animals are provided for by scheduling food deliveries and produce sales. Logan is also the star of the debate team and is currently vice president of the student council, but everyone knows he runs the board and will eventually have the president title within the school year.

Logan has a secret the other three do not know, however. He's been pining for Roman since he met him.

In 7th grade, Patton introduced Logan to Virgil who in turn introduced Roman. Logan had been taken back by Roman's poise and elegance, and yet also frustrated by his spontaneity and unrelenting inability to say no to anyone. Logan watched as person after person abused Roman's kindness. As an upperclassman, Roman always offered to take on the bulk of the work in the theater class, but then suffer in his own schoolwork.

As the four of them sat around their shared lunch room table, Logan decided today would be the day he would put his foot down. Roman's classes were ending earlier today and he always spent every early ending day in the theater: cleaning, building sets, making outfits. Then he would suffer at home with his homework, being up until 2 or 3 in the morning to get it done. He knew this because Roman always complained about being tired the next day.

"Roman?" Logan said, interjecting his voice into Roman and Patton's conversation.

Virgil turned to give Logan an odd stare. Logan figured Virgil could read the atmosphere just from the way Logan said the theater boy's name.

"Yeah what's up Specs?" Roman questioned, taking a bite of his lunch sandwich. Even his response seemed a bit on edge at what Logan had to say.

"I think... I think you should go to study hall today instead of the theater. After lunch, I mean." Logan said carefully. As the words fell out of his mouth, Roman's eyebrows narrowed. "I just think it's high time you take care of yourself for once-”

"And just ignore all the work that needs to be done for our performance coming up?" Roman retorted. "Our showing of Into The Woods is in two weeks and we have no costumes at all. I'm the president of the club and I'm also playing the Prince. It's my responsibility to get this stuff done, Logan. We've talked about this."

Logan sighed. "I know, but--"

"No buts Logan! God, I'm so tired of you constantly pushing yourself into my life like this. Why can't I do what I want to do?!" Roman said standing up, basically shouting.

The cafeteria around them fell silent. All eyes on Roman.

"You're always mothering me! Telling me "be sure to do your school work" and "you can't always focus on theater stuff". I can do whatever I want, Logan! Just... please leave me alone." Roman said, exasperatedly, breathing heavily. "Theater is my life. The reason I work so hard is because it is my dream to perform on Broadway someday. I've told you this. Why do you insist on getting in my way?!"

Logan stood up, pressing his eyes closed to prevent tears from falling. He didn't want to see Roman's red cheeks from anger or Patton's tears or Virgil's annoyance at both of them for causing a scene and making Patton upset.

"You're right, I'm sorry." Logan murmured before immediately picking up his lunch tray and leaving the table.

The lunch bell rang out and all the students began talking again all around Logan as he turned in his tray.

The Core Four are arguing??

Since when do they argue? I've never seen Roman so mad before.

Yeah that's what Logan gets for trying to baby his friends. He has no idea what Roman tries so hard to do.

Nuh uh, Roman has no idea how hard being on the Student Council! Roman needs to listen to Logan for once!

The voices kept filtering in but it didn't matter. Logan arrived at the student council room and locked himself inside. He didn't have any classes for the rest of the day either so he figured he could get some work done as well as his homework before heading straight home.

Logan threw his bag on the nearby solo chair and collapsed onto the couch. He was joking himself if he thought he was going to get any work done now. All he wanted to do was show Roman how much he cared. But of course, Mr. Robot couldn't show feelings for another person. He has no idea how they work... right?

A knock at the door jolted him up; Logan realized he had dozed off on the couch. He glanced up at the wall to see about an hour had passed. Classes were almost over. The person knocked at the door again. Logan rushed over and looked into the peephole to see Patton standing there. He had his hoodie pulled over his head and head down facing forward. Logan sighed as he opened the door.

"Patton, I-" Logan started to say before Patton threw himself into Logan's chest, hugging him tightly. "H-hey, what-" Logan staggered to hold himself up as Patton was nearly a foot taller than him.

"It's okay, Logan. It really is. Roman just doesn't understand how much you care about him. He also doesn't realize how much he's pushing himself..." Patton said through gasping tears. "But I know how much you care for him. Try again and say it from your heart. I know he will understand." He hugged Logan tighter. "I know you love him." Patton admitted before finally taking a step back.

"I see. I'm that obvious about it." Logan responded, walking back to the couch. He put his face in his hands. "Absolutely fantastic."

Patton came over and sat down next to Logan, rubbing his back. "It's okay. It's okay." Patton whispered under his breath. Logan wasn't sure if Patton was saying it for him or just about the situation in general.

Both of them were jolted again by loud banging at the door, followed by someone trying to open the door.

"Logan!! Logan, come on you idiot, open the fucking door!!"

"Remy? What?" Logan ran up to the door, throwing it open to see Roman's theater sidekick standing there, exasperated and his eyes wide. "Remy what's wrong?" Logan asked firmly.

Remy was missing his trademark sunglasses and was in half of a costume. He was breathing incredibly hard.

"You need to come to the theater room immediately. Where's Patton? Oh okay you're here too, god just come to the theater room please god let's just go." Remy said, grabbing Logan's arm and pulling him quickly as he spoke.

The three of them ran across the school only to see a crowd of people around the entrance to the auditorium as well as ambulance lights flashing through an exterior door nearby.

"Get out of the fucking way!" Remy shouted and as if controlled, all of the students moved, allowing Remy to pull Logan and Patton through the crowd.

Logan made his way through only to see Roman laying flat on the stage of the auditorium. Virgil was at his side, running his hands through Roman's hair. The boy wasn't moving. On the other side of Roman was a paramedic who seemed to be tending to Roman.

Patton made a mad dash to the stage, leaving Logan standing in the central aisle way leading to the stage.

Remy walked up behind Logan, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"A light went out as we were rehearsing. He said he could take care of it himself and refused when we all said no. And then... he fell. He landed on his neck and head and didn't move. One of the freshman called 911 and the teachers came flooding in. Virgil happened to be nearby when everything went down. He's pretty calm despite it all." Remy explained.

Logan's eyes canvassed the area. The small group of theater students sat to the right of the stage. Some were crying; some looked very angry. Logan watched Remy rejoin his theater group.

Part of Logan wanted to move. He could see Roman laying limply in Virgil's arms. The paramedic was still talking to Virgil. Patton was now at Virgil's side. He wanted to be there. Was Roman okay? He had to be, right? There was no way anything serious was wrong. Logically, all four of them wouldn't just be sitting there if something serious happened, right?

Suddenly, Logan felt himself walking closer. As he approached he saw a bandage covering Roman's left temple. It was lightly red where blood threatened to seep through. Logan felt himself shake a bit as the paramedic's voice became audible.

"He should wake up any moment now. No reason to take him to the hospital, but like I said, it seems he hit his head hard so he might be a bit forgetful at first." The paramedic repeated. She pulled her white gloves off and disposed of them in a proper clear bag before putting it back in her bigger bag. "I'll let the teachers know he's okay. I can see he's in good hands with you." She spoke to Virgil softly, patting his shoulder.

The paramedic stood up and as she did so, Roman groaned, his left arm jerking to his bandage.

"Oh god.... I..." Roman looked up and immediately pushed his way out of Virgil's arms, spooking Virgil, Patton, and the paramedic. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

That response jolted Logan forward and up onto the stage as Virgil held his hands out to Roman, as if to show he meant no harm.

"Roman, it's me. Your little brother. It's Virgil." Virgil explained. His voice was soft as if he was speaking to a child.

"Virgil? I-I don't know you. I... who am I? Roman? Who is-" Roman was cut off by the doctor.

"Honey, do you know what day it is?" She asked simply, pulling a small penlight out of her pocket and flashing it into Roman's eyes.

"Um... not really." Roman answered, blinking. He held himself up by his arms, but Logan could see him trembling. "What's going on?"

"You took a pretty bad fall here at your school, young man." She said, pointing to the light scaffolding above them. "You're lucky you're not injured even worse. My name is Amelia. Do you know your name?"

Roman looked down and gritted his teeth. "I don't... I don't remember, I... ugh my head hurts. What happened? I can't..." Roman pulled at his hair and Amelia turned to Virgil.

"Is there someplace nearby you can take him that's quiet? He will need his rest to fully recover. I'd also recommend an appointment with his primary physician as soon as possible." Amelia explained.

Virgil nodded. "I'll tell our parents. And yeah, we can go to the nearby meeting room. It should be empty and it has a couch." Virgil walked slowly up to Roman, holding out his hand. "Hey... come with me? Please?"

Roman looked up at him, and all Logan could see was pain and confusion across his face. Logan's heart sunk. How long would Roman be this way?

After a few seconds, Roman took Virgil's hand and the purple clad boy led his brother through the backstage exit of the auditorium. Patton grabbed Logan to make sure he followed. The four of them entered the room and Patton locked the door behind them. Virgil led Roman to the couch, telling him to lay down, covering him with a nearby blanket and getting several pillows under his head for extra support.

"Roman is your name." Virgil started as he pulled up a chair. "You're my older brother by about 15 minutes. That person over there," Virgil pointed to Patton who waved, "is my boyfriend, Patton. And that," Virgil pointed to Logan, "is one of our best friends in the world. His name is Logan."

Roman scrunched his face in confusion and frustration. All of them could tell he was trying very hard to remember. After asking some vague questions, it was obvious Roman didn't remember anything at all. Virgil suggested Roman just try to relax. Roman agreed reluctantly and settled down into the pile of blankets.

Virgil stood from his seat and walked over to where Logan and Patton stood.

"I'm gonna go get his stuff and my stuff, then take him home." Virgil explained. "I also gotta call our mom. She's gonna be so mad at the school for not calling her or sending him to the hospital but we don't need that medical bill." Virgil sighed. He turned to Logan. "Can you stay with him for me? I'll be back in like 15 minutes. I want help, but someone needs to stay with him."

Logan peeked over Virgil's shoulder at Roman before he nodded. "Yes, of course."

Virgil released a long breath. "Thanks dude. We will be back." He grabbed Patton's hand and pulled him out of the room, the door slamming behind them.

Logan pushed his hair out of his face and sat down in a chair, about five feet away from Roman.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall clock and a corner desk fan.

"So... um... Logan, right?" Roman asked as he sat up to face him.

"Yes, but you're supposed to be resting." Logan explained. "Virgil will kill me if anything happens to you."

Roman coughed a laugh. "I see. Well, he seems very kind so I'm happy about that. Anyway, I wanted to ask something..." he bit his lip before continuing. "... what's our relationship? You seem to be the most uncomfortable here but Virgil said we're best friends, right?"

Logan felt his shoulders stiffen. "Yeah, we are. Or at least I hope we are."

"Hope?" Roman responded and Logan heard his voice crack. "I hope I didn't do anything to hurt you, Logan. If so, that wasn't my intention."

Logan shrugged. "It's too much to explain to you at the moment. But we both said some things to each other at lunch today and left on not so great terms, so that's what I mean when I said I hope we were best friends."

Roman laid back onto the pillows. His eyes became half-lidded, like he was fighting off sleep. "I'm sorry, Logan. I'm sure I didn't mean it." He said barely above a whisper.

Logan stood and walked closer, leaning down to Roman's level. "You should rest. We can talk more about it later. Once you have your memory back." Logan reassured, tucking Roman in tightly. "Get some sleep before Virgil comes back. I love you."

Logan immediately realized what he had said and slapped his hand over his mouth. Roman did not move as Logan realized he had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed, his mouth partly open with his chest slowly rising and falling. Roman didn't hear him... right?

Before Logan could process the probability, the door unlocked and in came Virgil and Patton. Patton was carrying Logan's backpack and his briefcase. Virgil was on the phone.

"Yes mom. Yes... I know mom." Virgil kept repeating. "It seems Roman is resting now. I just got back to the room. I'm gonna let him sleep a bit longer before we head home. Okay. Yeah, okay, I will. Love you too." Virgil sighed as he ended the call, tucking the phone back in his pocket. "Everything alright Logan?" He asked.

Logan nodded as he took his things from Patton. "Yes, quite fine. I'm actually going to be taking my leave now. I'll see you both tomorrow. Give Roman my best."

Before Virgil or Patton could protest, Logan was out the door, making his way to the student parking area.

For the next several days of school, Roman was absent and so was Virgil. Patton told Logan that Virgil was staying home with Roman until he regained his memories since their mom couldn't take off from work and their mama was overseas for business.

One week after, Logan was sitting in the student council room, working on paperwork. He had proudly managed to get quite a bit completed. As Logan stapled a stack of papers together, a knock at the door rang out.

"Come in." Logan said as he bent over to file the packet away.

As he leaned back up, he was greeted by Roman standing in front of his desk. The boy was standing very casually with his hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket. He was grinning down at Logan.

"Roman!" Logan said, standing up. "You're back. Glad to see you're okay." He felt his face grow hot at remembering the last time he had seen Roman.

I love you.

"Yeah hey Specs. I just wanted to apologize for everything. The yelling at you in the cafeteria and all that jazz." Roman bit his cheek and scratched his head. "And also for any issues you had with my accident. I don't remember much about it, but I'm sure it was hard on you."

Logan sighed, crossing his arms. "Thank you, Roman. I am also sorry for the way I treated you that day. I need to realize you can make your own decisions and that I should support those decisions by assisting you how I can instead of just idly watching it happen."

"It's all good." Roman assured. "Also, um, I uh..." Logan's head snapped up and met with Roman's eyes. "Did you um... did you mean it?"

Logan took a sharp intake of breath. Well... shit.

"Mean what, exactly?" Logan responded.

Roman's eyes narrowed. "Feigning ignorance isn't going to help your situation, Specs. We both know what I'm talking about."

As Virgil would say, "I'm boned."

"Ah... that." Logan sat down. "What would happened if I say that I did mean it?"

Roman leaned over the desk, his eyes squinting with his lips curling into a smile. "I'd have to say I'm surprised you admitted it. As well to the fact that I remember it happening at all but..." Roman stood back up. "I would have to say it back."

Logan blinked. "Wait what? You... me... I... wait a minute-"

"The great Logan Foster is speechless? What such triumph it is for me!" Roman said happily, basically spinning around the desk to stand next to Logan. "But yes, my dear Logan, I will admit I also feel the same for you as you do I. Have for quite a long time as a matter of fact. Honestly, I've been trying to find a way to tell you, but all of my hints and flirting had failed."

Logan must've looked confused because Roman sighed loudly and unbelievably.

"You couldn't tell from the fact I bought you a dozen roses on Valentine's Day earlier this year? Or how on your birthday last year I took you to see your favorite band in concert just the two of us mind you! Also, may I say I'm surprised you wanted to see Breaking Benjamin, they don't really seem like your type of music but man they're pretty awesome, not gonna lie. And then what about the ring I gave you after the concert? Sure, it was just our birthstones but we have matching ones!" Roman stopped as Logan grabbed his shirt sleeve. The vice president didn't look up at him. "Logan?" Logan mumbled something incoherently and Roman frowned. "Come again?"

"I love you..." Logan said again, his face flushed a light pink. "Sorry I never noticed, I just thought you were being nice to me and I didn't want to read into the situation too much you know? I already do that so often. I'm sure it gets tiresome."

"No, none of that, my dearheart." Roman used his finger to get Logan to look up at him. "Your ability to understand the things around you is fascinating. You know, I realized I was in love with you almost two years ago. Virgil and Patton brought me along when they went with you for your academic team tournament thing. Seeing you up there on stage, standing your ground and firmly explaining your side of things was just... so damn attractive."

"It's called debate team but, thank you Roman." Logan said softly.

They stared into each other's eyes and Logan felt his heart begin to race. Roman was very close to him. Logan could feel his breath on his face and their noses were almost touching.

"May I?" Roman asked softly.

"You may." Logan answered.

The gap between them was closed as the two kissed deeply. Logan felt a weight falling off of his chest as Roman held him closely, running his fingers through Logan's hair. A tingle sensation flowed through Logan's feet and hands as the kiss came to an end. It was then he realized he had been smiling the whole time.

Roman reached up to push Logan's bangs out of his eyes. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

Logan could only laugh which caused Roman to begin snickering as well.

"Hot damn, it finally happened."

The boys turned to the doorway to see Virgil standing there with his arms crossed and Patton standing behind him grinning happily.

"This means double dates! I'm so excited! We can go to the amusement park and the movies and so much more!" Patton said excitedly.

"Pat, love, we already do that." Virgil responded and Patton frowned.

"Nooooo it's different now!! It'll be like a whole new experience!" Patton assured.

He turned to see Roman and Logan sitting on the couch, talking softly in their own little world, both smiling and holding hands.

"I'm so happy for them." Patton cooed. He reached over to hold Virgil's hand.

"Yeah, me too, Pat. Me too." Virgil agreed, squeezing Patton's hand back.

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solletichi · 6 years ago

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kiibouma thing

i dont do titles so uhhhhhhh take this

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Kokichi and Keebo were laying together on the couch, Kokichi comfortably wrapping the other boy’s arms around him. Keebo allowed his hands to lazily wander along Kokichi’s body, eventually slipping his robotic hands under Kokichi’s shirts to feel his warm skin. He marveled at the soft and supple skin beneath his fingers, seemingly unable to stop himself from exploring every inch of Kokichi’s midsection.

“Human skin is so soft,” Keebo mumbled to himself. “Does it hurt you when I do this?”

“N-no! Of course not!”

Keebo had noticed the way that the smaller boy twitched in respond to his touch, and did not quite understand why. Looking at Kokichi’s face offered no explanation, except that he was trying to stifle whatever reaction was being caused in him. He would have to explore further to find out what was going on.

He decided to see if the light tracing of his fingers caused a similar reaction in other areas, so Keebo moved his hands down lower until he was resting his hands on the other boy’s hips. He gently pressed into his skin with his thumb, tracing small circles near Kokichi’s hipbones. His other hand was being used to poke at the other’s navel, feeling the sensitive skin quiver beneath his touch.

“S-stop it Keeboy!”

Ignoring the smaller boy’s protests, Keebo pressed his index finger into Kokichi’s belly button, eliciting a squeal from him.

“Knock it off you stupid piece of- SHIHIHIT NOHOHO!”

Keebo began quickly scribbling his fingers against Kokichi’s stomach, observing the way that the other boy squirmed and trembled under his touch.

“So this is what it’s like to be ticklish...” Kokichi squeezed his eyes shut so that Keebo couldn’t see his eyes widen in realization of what was to come. He bit his lip in order to stifle the embarrassing giggles pouring out of his mouth.

“I’m not ticklish! I was just laughing at how stupid you are for thinking that I was! I don’t even think robots can tickle people!” Kokichi knew he was only digging a deeper grave for himself but, being as stubborn as he is, he persisted with the insults.

“Hey! I thought I already talked to you about being robophobic!” Keebo was a bit genuinely offended, but then he realized that Kokichi was just desperate to save himself from his boyfriend’s torturous touches. Before Kokichi could blurt out another robophobic remark, Keebo resumed the gentle caressing of the other’s skin, opting to draw random patterns along the smaller boy’s ribcage.

Kokichi let out a choking sound and bit his lip, not wanting his previous lie to be exposed. He tried to wiggle his way out of Keebo’s grasp, but the more he struggled the closer he brought himself to Keebo’s chest.

“What does it feel like to be ticklish? Is it unpleasant? You seem to be moving around a lot.” Keebo wondered aloud, thrilled at learning more about human behavior.

“I told you I’m not fucking- GAHAHA NOHOHO!”

Keebo went in for the kill, quickly spidering his metallic fingers all over Kokichi’s torso. Kokichi was kicking his legs rather desperately, and he tried to pry his boyfriend’s hands off of his body.

“You seem to be very ticklish, Kokichi. Are all humans this sensitive?” Keebo was genuinely intrigued and asked these questions with complete sincerity, but unfortunately for Kokichi it only made him even more flustered and embarrassed. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Keebo began tickling under his arms, causing Kokichi to dissolve into what Keebo noted to be such adorable laughter.

Keebo stopped momentarily to allow Kokichi to breathe. He now used his arms to turn Kokichi over and pull him into a hug, placed a kiss on the smaller boy’s forehead.

“I never knew you could be so adorable, Kokichi. I’d like to hear your real laugh more often.” This statement resulted in a whine from Kokichi, who buried his face into Keebo’s chest in order to hide his growing blush.

“I am not adorable...” Kokichi mumbled to himself, barely audible as he pressed his face into Keebo’s chest plate.

Instead of a response, Keebo pulled him in even closer, resting his chin on Kokichi’s head. Once he was sure he couldn’t see him, Keebo smiled to himself at how lucky he was to have such an adorable supreme leader as his boyfriend.

#kiibouma #kiibo #keebo #kokichi ouma #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #uhhhhhhhhhhhh #yeah #this is a thing #i made a while ago #and didnt feel like posting #so here it is!!!!!#i love these dorks #my writing #tickling #tickle fic

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signoraviolettavalery · 5 years ago

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Fic Writer Ask

ITagged by multiple people, including @prouvaireafterdark @manesalex @spaceskam

Author Name:

I’m ViolettaValery on ao3. Pretty simple and straightforward!

Fandoms You Write For:

Well, these days, only Roswell, but I’ve written for Spirk and Supernatural before.

Where Do You Post

AO3!