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I can't touch you [I wouldn't if I could]

PAIRING — Rhaenyra Targaryen/female oc

SINOPSIS — It was an usual sight in the keep: the three young ladies walking side by side. Princess Rhaenyra, the realm's delight, Lady Alicent, a lovely noble girl, and Lady Allora, who no one knew how to describe if not as Princess Rhaenyra's biggest admirer.

NOTE — english is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes you might find. This is the first part of three chapters, thank you for reading :)

Part II — the anchor. (tba)

Part III — the tide. (tba)

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THE SEAFOAM.

Allora Wynch was the daughter of a nobleman. What her father exactly did wasn't a concern to the girl, she never was fond of the dance of politics that happened in the red keep, her mind and eyes were too busy watching Princess Rhaenyra do the most trivial things in life to actually care about what was going outside of her devotional sight.

At the moment, she was doing what she did best: look at the daughter of King Viserys. The Targaryen princess was studying with her septa in the library, turning around to the door every now and then, making funny faces to Allora, who could only giggle from her spot in the hall.

— What are you looking at? — someone whispered behind her shoulders, making the brunette girl jump at the sudden approach.

Allora turned around, seeing Alicent Hightower, princess Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting, a close friend too. As close as someone you are jealous of can be.

— You scared me! We need to be quiet, Rhaenyra is studying… — The Wynch girl whispered back to the other lady, the tone of her voice sounded the same. Alicent sometimes wondered if she was even able to scream. Maybe it was every lady's destiny: to be born already knowing how to bite her tongue.

— Why don't we go and study with her? — Hightower asked, putting her head on the other girl's shoulder, both watching the white haired princess pretend to listen to her septa.

— Her septa said I'm a distraction. — Allora sighed, a pout in her face. The worst part is that she knew it wasn't a lie.

— Truths hard to swallow… — Alicent said, giggling quietly to herself.

— just not harder than your pie.

— not funny, allora. — the girl complained, having to press her lips together to hide her smile.

— What's not funny?

The two girls gasped together, their hearts beating fast with the sudden approach of the princess.

Their eyes went to the library to the girl and back to the library, not being able to understand how she moved so fast in their direction. It shouldn't be so surprising though, Rhaenyra was always quick to get what she wanted. She didn't like to beat around the bush.

— Are we gonna spend our whole afternoon in the hall or will we do something fun?

The white haired lady tilted her head, it sounded like a question but she didn't wait for an answer, already starting to walk in the direction of the gardens. She knew the girls would follow.

The three walked side by side, an usual sight to everyone in the keep. The trio was almost inseparable, even with being completely different from each other. Alicent followed her father's wishes, she acted like a true lady, kept herself together with grace, it seemed almost natural for her to be surrounded by nobles. Rhaenyra was authentic, she didn't deny the duties and rules imposed on her, but she also didn't let go of her own wishes to follow others demands. She always arrived at the expected destination, she just liked to make her own path to get there.

And Allora… well, Allora was always there. It was hard for anyone who saw the trio to easily describe the lady, she was too quiet, too absorbed in her own world. If you asked a servant who Lady Wynch was, they would answer instantly: "That's easy, she's Princess Rhaenyra's friend.", and sometimes, Allora would think if she would ever be something else than that.

— What about you, my lady? What do you think?

The voice of Alicent took Allora out of her thoughts, and she faced her two friends, seeing their eyes staring at her curiously.

— I apologize, I wasn't listening…

Rhaenyra chuckled, and the three went back walking to the gardens. The princess always stood in the middle, her arms entwined in those of her friends, her elbow being lovingly, and carefully, caressed by Allora. She liked the feeling of the girl's gloved fingers in her skin.

— Why do you always wear gloves, Allora? — Alicent was the one who asked, her eyes moving along the brunette's arms.

— I'm made of water, if I take them out, I will turn into a puddle of worries and seafoam.

— and unfunny jokes as well…

With the comment of Lady Hightower, Allora showed her tongue, laughing with the playful banter.

The three found a tree with a nice shadow, sitting there to enjoy the breeze and rest. Rhaenyra was playing with the grass, leaning against the trunk. She always enjoyed the smell of wood, especially after a night of rain.

— The king was talking about faith and death today, a morbid subject to speak of, but it got me thinking white a lot…

Wynch frowned, how could Alicent even know what the king spoke about? However, Rhaenyra didn't seem to mind, so she didn't pay any more attention to it, deciding to keep the conversation going.

— I have many questions to ask the seven gods. Like why do hugs of different people feel different if it is the same act? How did the person that created the first cake felt? Or who described the first feeling?

The two other girls giggled, it was always like that: Allora was quiet until something got her attention, and then she couldn't stop talking about it.

— Those are certainly interesting questions, I'm sure the seven won't ever have a greater believer than you, my lady…

The brunette smiled widely at the princess's compliment, she liked how Rhaenyra enjoyed and played along with her weird thoughts.

— I think I would ask the seven about fate and choices.

— Fate and choices? — Alicent frowned upon the king's daughter's words. — Do you think those things will matter once we die?

— If it matters now, it probably will matter there.

— I don't think I wish to die just to have the answers… — Hightower nodded to her own words, coming to the conclusion that she, in fact, liked to live.

— I would hug death with open arms if it meant I would have my doubts gone.

— That's a strange wish to have, Allora…

— Stranger indeed — the girl giggled at her own joke, hoping that the play of words wouldn't upset the god.

The princess stared at the lady sitting next to her, curious about the confession, fearful about its veracity.

— You can't have your doubts gone while alive?

— There's things in my head that I wouldn't allow myself to speak out loud even if I were the last person standing on earth, my princess — Wynch answered, looking at the sky — Who knows what the wind could think and do to me?

Lady Alicent shakes her head, unsure of how healthy it was for Allora to fill her mind with almosts.

— I heard there will be another celebration… — Rhaenyra's lady-in-waiting decided to change the subject — the servants were talking about many noblemen coming.

— Is it a good thing? — Allora tilted her head, both girls staring at Alicent.

None of the three would speak of how the celebration might come as an excuse for the king to find another wife. None of the two ladies talked about how Rhaenyra had changed when Queen Aemma passed. The white haired girl would never hold the same smile as before.

— That depends.

— Of what, my lady?

— If Lady Allora will be happy to see the Lannister gentleman or not… — Alicent giggled, wiggling her eyebrows to her two friends.

Allora sighed, looking away. Why did they have to come back to the same conversation over and over again? It was funny the first time, but she couldn't understand what could be so special about men to talk about them all the time. There was nothing slightly interesting about them in Allora's opinion, they didn't seem to hold any hobbies or true desires but power and dominance.

— You don't hate the Lannister boy then, my girl? — Rhaenyra looked at the lady, the smile Allora so ever loved and knew decorating her lips.

— I don't know, I guess I just tend to forgive very easily... I think my heart can't make the conversion from love to hate.

— So you love him, lady lion? — Alicent's eyes shined, she didn't like to read romances, they felt so out of reach, but she loved to hear about people's stories, she knew they were true.

— So I don't hate him. — The Wynch girl was certain in her tone, at least in her perception. People usually didn't hear her like she wanted to. — Love is a feeling too tender to be felt with a man. They don't know how to hold it with their rough hands.

Alicent and Rhaenyra shared looks, both thinking very different things. Hightower was sure that Allora would change her way of thinking once she found a good man to be her husband. The Targaryen girl prayed she wouldn't.

Allora's mother had baby blues after giving birth, so her childhood was full of grandma's kisses and vacations, but also full of a very emotional mom and an absent-emotional dad, which led her to try to fix everyone's emotions, not knowing how to establish her own boundaries and forgive without receiving any apologies.

She tried not to hold her mother accountable for it; hostile mens, hostile actions and bad parenting. Being an observer like she was, once the little girl matured, she realized how women were perceived in society, it wasn't hard for her to understand that there was a type of pain already given to women once they are born. Yet, Allora couldn't find in herself something that wished to be like her mother.

Allora always felt like no one really saw her, and she had tried everything to change that; to eat the whole dinner table and then nothing at all. She wore the darkest colors in the brightest days and the most colorfuls in the darkest days.

She can't exactly remember when, Allora just knows that at some point in her childhood, she also tried to scream the loudest that she could, then stayed in full silence to see if anyone would notice and, until now, remained that way.

— I believe I'll never understand your affection for books, it's certainly unique how much you prefer to have words laying in your hands than your tongue.

Rhaenyra's voice took Allora out of her own little world, the place she would go every time she read a book. The girl smiled widely at the sight of the princess, getting up from her seated place in the window frame to bow.

— My princess, it is always a pleasure to be in your presence.

— Oh please, don't act like that. There's no one around us, it's our secret spot after all… — The Targaryen chuckled, sitting on the other side of the frame, in front of Allora, who took the seat once again.

— It's not so secret, it's in plain sight.

— Exactly, no one expects someone to do something in a place not hidden. — the princess's answer made Wynch nod and giggle, it was a great excuse.

Both of them looked at the view, watching the ocean's waves move, the ships become even smaller and the people around the port walk like ants.

— Do you think the oceans of today could be the mountains of the past, my princess?

Allora took her eyes out of the ocean to look at Rhaenyra. The Targaryen smiled widely at her anxious eyes, for Wynch to look at her over the sea was already an honor.

— I'm not sure the water changes that much of the world, my lady.

— What do you mean? Water changes everything. — Allora shakes her head, not believing Rhaenyra could actually think such a thing — The waves always remember, they even whisper if you pay enough attention…

— What do they say? — The heir got closer to the girl, like she would say a big secret.

— Probably gossiping about forbidden affairs and how the sun complains about her own shine.

Rhaenyra furrowed her eyebrows, tilting her head as if trying to see Allora's perspective. Seeing her princess's confusion, she began to explain herself.

— Well, I think the sun certainly doesn't enjoy all the attention and duties she faces, having to always wake up early and make everyone happy and warm… — she squeezed her shoulders, it sounded almost obvious in her mind.

— How do you know the sun is a lady?

— Only a lady could be so deadly beautiful yet so far out of reach, my princess… — Wynch smiled, her eyes going back to the ocean — only a lady could face so many unwanted responsibilities and keep her brightness.

— So the sun is the queen of the skies? — Rhaenyra concluded, smiling too, but her eyes were still on her friend.

— Only until you reach majority, my princess, then even the clouds will bend to your will.

The princess giggled, a feeling of happiness and pride filling her chest. It was nice to have someone believing so blindly in her. Sometimes a wave of an unknown feeling came and only Allora's words could change the direction of the tide.

— I fear failure. — Rhaenyra sighed, confessing as she looked at the sky, it was clearer than ever. — To never aspire to anything in my life or, even worse, aspire to something and never be able to reach it. Do you fear something, my lady?

— I fear mirrors.

— Mirrors? — The princess couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't mean to mock her best friend's fears, but it was an unusual fear if she was being honest, and she was always honest with Allora.

— I can’t handle them. I always have to cover them up to sleep because otherwise I have horrible nightmares. Whenever I need to look at my clothes or hair, I do it very quickly and without looking at my eyes…

— I think mirrors are pretty nice, it's almost magic to be able to see yourself… — the princess said, playing with the fabric of her dress — When did your fear start?

— I read in a book once that when someone dies with hatred, a curse is formed, and, in the old days, people covered mirrors during mourning, so the dead person's soul wouldn't be trapped inside. — The Wynch girl's voice had changed the tone, almost like she was sitting close to the fire, telling horror tales — Maybe I'm afraid of looking at it and seeing my grandpa's face…

Rhaenyra giggled at her words, she couldn't help but frown, how could Allora not like to stare at her own reflection? For the princess, the true curse would be to never see Allora's face again.

— I think your grandpa has more to do in the afterlife than haunt your mirrors, my lady…

— Perhaps, but I won't be the one to try to prove it.

The white haired girl moved in her seat, putting her knees close to her chest.

— Do you miss your mother, my lady?

Allora frowned with the low tone of her voice, the princess wasn't very fond of conversations about Queen Aemma. Wynch didn't mind it though, if forgetting, even for a small moment, was what brought Rhaenyra peace, she would happily oblige.

— Sometimes… I guess I miss the mom I made in my head more than her.

The heir of the throne frowned, she couldn't relate to the missing of a created mother, but she could understand the pain of the absence.

— Do you cry for the memories you have of her?

— Memories that make me cry aren’t exactly memories, I never cried remembering something, but I certainly cried for not remembering… or for not having anything to remember.

Every night with a full moon, Allora and Rhaenyra went to the princess's chambers to dance. The princess wasn't sure of what the moon had to do with their steps, but she was grateful to be able to see the big grin Wynch carried everytime she made her spin.

— you can be anything around me, my princess… you can be the heir or a commoner, a Targaryen or a witch, I won't judge, I will stay anyway.

Rhaenyra's heart gets filled with an indescribable feeling as her cheek also gets wet from her tears. She's never felt so safe with someone.

— Anything... what a strong word… — she pauses, before smiling and looking at her friend — Even silly?

Allora giggled, looking at the girl with shining eyes. Her feet doing a pirouette, her hands moving freely like dragon wings.

— Yes, even silly. I promise.

Rhaenyra got closer to the lady, taking Wynch's pinky and extending her own to complete the promise, in a gesture full of joy and affection, just like the promise itself.

— There you go, my lady. Now we have a beautiful and unbreakable promise between us.

— Just one of many, my princess…

The two kept dancing, the only song being a melody that Allora was singing. It didn't have lyrics, only laughter.

The princess extended her hand to the girl, who accepted almost instantly. The two started to swing, their fingers intertwined, the steps in a rhythm that seemed to be known by heart.

— Let's make a pillow fort! — Rhaenyra laughed excitedly, stopping the dance as she looked around the room — You know, it's like a little shelter but with pillows and comfy stuff all around. That sounds fun, right?

— Oh, that sounds awesome! Your pillows are very comfortable, I touched one of them before! — Allora nodded, smiling widely at her, excited at the idea. — It can be our own kingdom of pillows!

— With us two as the queen's? — Rhaenyra said, it wasn't a question, just a need for reassurance, of confirmation, that Allora would stay by her side, even in a throne made out of blankets and sheets.

— Of course! We can even make a new house! — Allora nodded, copying what Rhaenyra did with the blankets and pillows.

The princess chuckled at her idea, getting on her knees to go inside the fort. She laid down on the blanket, tapping her side to let Allora come.

— our own house? You have a very unique mind, my lady… — Targaryen answered, looking at the sheet ceiling — and what would be our motto?

— hm, perhaps something like "Dive deep, live long and die free.”

— dive deep? Like the ocean? I think the Velaryon won't enjoy it that much…

Allora squeezed her shoulders, not bothered.

— The Velaryon holds the shore and surface of water, I'm made for deep waters, my princess… There's no beauty in the ocean if you are the one in control.

Rhaenyra smiled, turning her body around to look at Allora's eyes, trying to find any hint of doubt, but she didn't find it. Allora's expression had only certainty, like she could walk to the beach and drown in the ocean with her arms wide open, embracing the waves.

— What does your name mean, lady lion?

Allora smiled at her question and way of calling, she didn't mind the jokes when Rhaenyra did, she was sure that the princess knew that the only animal Allora wished to belong to was a dragon.

— It means dream. — she turned her head to look at the Targaryen princess — I don't like it that much, I wish I had already come to the world being seen as real.

Rhaenyra smiled tenderly at Allora, taking her hand in hers, kissing her knuckles.

Allora stopped talking once she saw Rhaenyra in silence. The princess was staring at her face, but Wynch knew her mind was miles away.

— I have an incredible idea.

Without explaining any further, the Targaryen held Allora's hand tightly, while she got up and guided them through dark halls and secret passages. The brunette couldn't stop giggling, having her hand squeezed as a silent ask to keep quiet. Rhaenyra didn't want them to be found.

— With all the respect, my princess, this is the stupidest idea you ever had.

Allora's eyes were wide open, her heart was beating so fast she was afraid Rhaenyra might hear it. She pressed her hands together, trying to relieve some tension as she stared at the huge beast a few feet away.

— C'mon, Syrax is so gentle… — The girl laughed, caressing her dragon's nostrils as she looked at Allora — It will be fun!

— It will be deadly!

— You don't trust me, my girl?

Allora pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath, she hated how Rhaenyra had her wrapped around her finger. She hated how she didn't mind it at all.

— if I die, I'll come back to haunt you and your throne. — she muttered, walking slowly to the creature, standing behind the princess, like Rhaenyra could shield her from the flames. — Are you sure Syrax isn't hungry? I don't feel like being dinner. — she chuckled nervously, bowing at the dragon — pleasure to meet you.

Rhaenyra laughed loudly, only Allora could treat a dragon like she treated a noble. Syrax didn't move, but kept watching Allora with curious eyes.

— Just put the saddle on and we are ready to go!

— Can you even see in this darkness?

Allora complained, but she did what the girl asked anyway. After Rhaenyra got up on the dragon's back, she extended her hand, helping Wynch to get up too.

The brunette girl shut her eyes tightly, holding Rhaenyra's waist with all the strength she had.

— My lady, we are still on the floor.

— It's too real! I can feel the scales!

The princess giggled and when she felt the lady's heart calm a bit against her back, she moved her hands, giving Syrax permission to fly.

Soon, Allora's fear and screams became a nervous giggle. She couldn't help but laugh and look at how far from the ground they were. It was majestic to see the ocean from this far away, her eyes shining, her heart filled with a new found sensation, a joy she would never find in anywhere but Rhaenyra's and the ocean's presence.

— it's fun isn't it? — the princess's smile was wide, she couldn't contain her happiness with the wind in her face and Allora's giggles in her ears. Perhaps this was her destiny: to feel Allora's hands holding her waist, trusting her blindly to be safe.

— Feels forever!

— Forever it's not a feeling, Lady lion — Rhaenyra chuckled, her fingers holding the ties tightly. Maybe the wind was messing with Allora's perception.

— But can't you feel it now?

Allora hated celebrations and noble gatherings. She hated the atmosphere, having so many people around her. She wished she could not be perceived. In controversy, Allora was always constantly looking for someone to see her. Really see her. Ask her about what makes her who she is, or her thoughts in some random subject.

She liked studying, but mostly things that she enjoyed probably wouldn't help her in being a proper lady and finding a nice husband. She liked knowing about ancient names and their meanings, the clothes and hygiene of past centuries, the life of dragons and marine animals —even if she hated learning about their anatomy. She liked hearing people talk about places she would never go to and books she would never read. She liked to have information and thoughts about things that she would never share with anyone but herself.

Her mind was full of random facts about lots of subjects, but she could never know a lot about a single thing.

However, besides it all, the thing she hated the most was change.

She could feel her heart in her throat, a strong urge to puke. Maybe her breakfast, maybe swallowed words.

Lady Alicent was now "your grace", she had given birth to the King's first son, and everything between them had changed.

Princess Rhaenyra wasn't an only child now, wasn't close to the Hightower girl, and Allora feared even more what could happen with their bond.

The Wynch girl had only come to the celebration because the Queen had asked her to. She didn't know why, but she accepted it anyway. To lie to her father and brother about a flu was one thing, the seven gods certainly would forgive her, but to lie to a woman in need was something that Allora wouldn't forgive herself for.

The cry of a lady was worse to hear than the rage of the gods.

— Lady Wynch, I'm delighted you were able to come. — The voice of Queen Alicent welcomed her, the breeze outside doing wonders to her nerves.

— Your grace, I'm happy to be able to give you such a good feeling. — Allora bowed, smiling at Alicent. She would never allow herself to comprehend how hurtful it was to not be called lady lion in a playful tone. — Are you enjoying the celebration?

— It's for sure worthy of a royal boy… — Alicent says, caressing her belly. The act doesn't go unnoticed by Allora.

— Does it hurt too much?

— A lot. The kicks are fun, until it's on the last day and you have to endure it coming out of you.

— I think I would be sad if I had a boy. I'm not sure what I would have to teach.

The Queen chuckled with Allora's words, for a moment, she felt like they were girls talking about the seven gods and boys again.

— I'm sure this one is a lady, your grace. — Wynch nodded her head while passing her fingers carefully over Alicent's belly.

— What makes you say that, my lady?

— You look prettier in this pregnancy than you did in the other. Only a lady can bring the best of another, right?

Hightower nodded, happy to have someone familiar enjoying the possibility of a girl.

— May I ask something, your grace? — Allora's tone changed, her eyebrows frowning. With the approval of the other woman, she asked — Is the king kind?

The question surprised Alicent, she wasn't sure of what to answer or think.

— As kind as a man can be, I believe, my lady.

— That doesn't sound like much… — Allora pouted, letting her thoughts run freely. — If you ever need any help, know that I'm here for you, your grace.

The queen nodded, a grateful grin in her lips, an expression of relief in her face.

— Thank you, my lady, I'm happy to have a friend such as yourself. — Alicent looked around, many nobles and servants moving — The Lannister man is here, you know? I saw him talking with your father, if you wish to know.

— My father? — her face turned into a grimace.

— Yes, maybe talking about marriage, hm? The king is also speaking to some noblemen, a Baratheon last time I saw… perhaps you and Rhaenyra marry in the same season, how lovely would that be?

— Yes, indeed would turn out as a lovely coincidence.

Allora stared at the entrance of the tent, seeing the Baratheon men come out with a smile in his face and a sword in his hand. How could she hate him? They were very alike: both wanted to be loved by the princess.

No, he probably was looking for power, to change his place in the hierarchy. Allora was only looking for Rhaenyra's violet orbs.

The Queen gave her goodbyes once a servant got close to announce that the king wished for her presence. Allora smiled and bowed once again, resisting the urge to hug the lady.

Alone again, Wynch started lullabying a song, she couldn't wait to come back to her quarters and train music a bit more. She always had a melody in her mind, and some words wishing to come out of her mouth

— Will you ever tell me about your muse?

The brunette let out a gasp, she should be used by now: having Rhaenyra show up in the most unusual times, in the most unexpected places.

— If you were to read my words, you might be able to know. — Allora giggled, bowing to the princess and opening a shining smile. Around the Targaryen, she wore it like a king wear a crown. Proud and in need of everybody to see.

— The book you are writing? Will you finally let me see it? — the princess's words were in an excited tone — it was already time!

Wynch chuckled, her hands going to the pockets she sewed in her dress. Rhaenyra looked intently at her palms, but it wasn't a book that Allora got.

— I found many trinkets on the sand in my routine shore walks… I thought you may like this one. — Allora was always looking for something that reminded her of Rhaenyra. It wasn't hard to find, anything beautiful reminded her of the princess, and Wynch lived by the motto that there was beauty everywhere if you looked close enough.

The princess opened her hand, she took her palm closer to her eyes, seeing a red button, a broken weirdly shaped shell and two stems with flowers missing some petals.

It wasn't much, in fact, it was nothing at all if compared to the things Rhaenyra had in her life of royalty. But it was a reminder from Allora: I don't have much, but all I have is yours.

— What flowers are those? — the princess asked, not able to take her eyes out of the gifts, her fingers touching the gathers with care.

— A hemlock and white poppies.

— What does it mean?

Rhaenyra tilted her head, looking at the girl. She knew how Allora was obsessed with flowers, just as she knew each one of them had a specific meaning to be gifted.

— Isn't it more fun when you don't know and can fill the blank on your own?

The Targaryen denied, but she knew it was a lost battle. Allora wouldn't tell her, not until she deemed it was the right moment.

— What happens if you don't tell me and then die?! No one would ever know what it means! — Rhaenyra argued, she knew it was a dramatic sentence to make, but that didn't make it a lie.

— and isn't that the point of keeping secrets? That they will be buried with you?

— Some things are too great to be kept hidden.

— No, my princess, some things are too great that need to be kept hidden.

Every opportunity that the girl had to leave the red keep, she took with a wide smile and her walks always ended up in the same way: her barefoot in the sand, her eyes staring at the ocean as if trying to unveil all its secrets.

Her brother was standing on her side, his eyes on the water too, trying to understand what his younger sister found so interesting about it. The ocean never changed, never brought something new, it was hard for his mind to comprehend the beauty and mystery that Allora so devotedly saw. He didn't ask her though, he knew her answer would be the same as ever.

"Men don't understand the beauty that an unruly force holds, they only see worth in things they can destroy and tame."

— I wish I could scream like the sea. Make people drown in guilt just with my tone.

Allora heard her brother chuckle, his arm going to rest on her shoulder, bringing her closer to his body, afraid she would surrender to her wishes and run to the salt water.

— You never let yourself speak, that's why you feel the need to shout.

The brunette girl pouted, not sure if she was angry for the truth in his words or with how his arms felt like an anchor.

— Do you think the sea knows how much the moon influences her choices? Do you think the sea would love the shine of the night even with all the painful changes she needs to carry because of it?

— Why do you think the change of the tide hurts?

— All changes are painful, brother. Even the ones that bring good.

The man didn't have an answer to that, he found himself unable to argue with such a claim.

— I think the sea would love the moon in the same way it loves its sailors and fishermen.

— The sea can't love those types of men, they take without giving.

— Isn't that what love is about?

— No. You don't drown someone you love, you choose to sink together.

— That's tragic, Allora. — Her brother shook his head — Why would you even choose to sink?

— To experience the feeling of breathing again.

The man stopped staring at the waves, instead, his gaze went into his sister. He hoped she would never lose her way with words, even if he, or anyone in the world, couldn't understand the true meaning behind them, he hoped she would keep talking.

— Do you think about love like that because of mother?

— Yes, but not because I want the same as her, but because I will make myself something different. — she smiled, her eyes still on the water, her toes playing with the sand beneath them — Is that why you won't marry Lady Giya? Are you afraid she will take without giving?

His eyebrows furrowed, his tongue making a disgusted pop. He didn't enjoy talking about feelings, let alone when, deep down, he knew he was wrong.

—Oh, wow… You are afraid. You think she will leave you like mother did.

The girl's tone was a surprised one, she couldn't believe she didn't come to that conclusion earlier. Her brother didn't make any mention to deny or confirm, so she just kept talking.

— That's the thing about life, brother. If you're not living it, you are already dead. — Allora tried to maintain her voice comprehensively, however it was odd for her to see someone who didn't think love was worth all the battle's, of facing death — She will die, eventually, like everyone will. However, before that, she will live a happy life, with someone else that is not you, because you were too afraid to even step in and stop your existence of suffering. Lady Giya will live, and not with you, brother.

Her brother gasped, his mouth open with the words that his sister proffered.

— Have you been betting how many morbid themes you can put into an advice?

— Your fear isn't death, brother. Your fear is life. — she chuckled, getting on her knees to touch the sand with her fingertips — we will all end up in the same destination in the end, the journey you make for yourself is what matters.

The man watched his sister play on the floor.

— What about you, Allora? What challenges have you been facing lately? Any men that can bring you the pain Lady Giya brings me?

Allora frowned upon his question, drawing hearts in the sand, smiling at the thought that, with wave or wind, tomorrow they would be gone.

— I wish I could hold scissors and cut my skin apart. To take everything out and try to fix it. — she confessed, her voice a whisper — I probably wouldn't be able to put it back in the same way, I have never been really good with puzzles, so I wouldn't work correctly, but I suppose it would be more right than the way I work now.

It was a weird situation to face, her brother though. Not entirely sure of what exactly was troubling his sister.

— More right? How have you been acting wrong? You're such a gentle lady, my sister… Any man will be lucky to have you by his side, even a king would.

Allora had to hold a sigh. She didn't want to be a wife, a mother or a queen. She just wanted to be Rhaenyra's.

— I read your book.

Allora's eyes darted to the door of her chambers, a timid smile in her lips when she saw the princess holding the papers she wrote.

— And I disagree terribly with your way of thinking.

The brunette girl's mouth opened in shock, not sure of what to answer. She watched the princess sit in one of the chairs in the room, curiously to her next words about her book.

Rhaenyra turned around in her seat, tilting her head to stare at the girl, who didn't make any mention to move.

— Come closer to me, Allora. You put my whole mind in grief being so close yet so far away from my reach.

The lady complaid, getting up from her place in the bed and going to sit on the princess side. Rhaenyra's arm went around the Wynch's shoulder, and Allora rested her head close to the heir's neck.

— What do you disagree with, my princess?

— Nymeria's perception of love. I can't understand why she would give herself so freely and willingly to someone she never even touched. The "shadow" that she loves, doesn't love her in the same amount.

Rhaenyra was in disbelief, why would Allora write a story without a happy ending to the main lady?

— I understand your point, my princess, but I disagree with it. Yes, she loves the shadow to the point of erasing herself in the darkness, to forget about the brightness of the light and drinking the oceans with a spoon. She goes and does it. The shadow ain't like that, it loves her simply, because it simply loves her. And that's what she needs, ever since she was young, that's what she has always wanted, to be loved and to be seen for simply existing.

The princess got quiet for a few moments, watching Allora's fingers play with her ones. The warmth the lady's head brought to her neck sent shivers down her spine.

— Have you ever loved something like that, Lady lion?

— I just don't think love was made for me to live. I am an observer, I sit and watch it, I write and sing about it but it's not mine to have. — Wynch said, a relieved breath coming out of her lips, peace was in Rhaenyra's embrace, her hug could end wars. — My heart belongs five thousand meters beneath the land and it seems unfair to give something so drowned to someone. I like to watch ships come and go, but just because I pretend there's no people inside them giving goodbyes to loved ones.

The Targaryen girl smiled at her lady's words, looking at the table in front of them.

Allora had many papers in her quarters, she loved to write, even if most of them ended up in the firepit.

She couldn't write without feeling her heart beat fast inside her chest, as if the pages could know of her sins; her eyes burned with tears every time that she got a word misplaced or wrong. She collected flowers as a hobby, and covered the mistakes with them.

Rhaenyra wondered if in any of the crumbled papers, she would find the answer to the flower's meanings. Rhaenyra wondered if she wanted to know it.

— You need to keep fighting, Nyra…

The white haired lady frowned, taking a deep breath. She knew Allora was talking about the whole heir debate, but she didn't want to talk about it with her. She never wanted to discuss anything related to the kingdom with her lady.

Allora sometimes hurted her own heart thinking that the princess didn't trust her enough to do it.

Rhaenyra sometimes hurted her own heart thinking of how she would never be able to be her true self around anyone else but Allora.

— You need to fight to be seen as real, it's the toughest of the battles to be a royal lady and a real person at the same time. You could sob in the court and people would still see your tears as a political movement… — The girl's voice had reached a tone Rhaenyra never heard coming from her — Don't see your pain as a way of winning things, just look into your own eyes in the mirror and watch them screaming "I'm real, I'm real, I'm real". You need to feel it, Nyra. You need to feel.

Allora moved in her seat, leaving Rhaenyra's embrace to put her hands in the princess cheeks, cupping her face, staring intently at her eyes.

— Promise me you will feel.

The Targaryen only nodded, too entranced in Allora's orbes to say anything.

No one, no matter the book or look, could say that the princess didn’t have a heart.

And that's when the lady realized: the same part of her own body was no longer hers. Allora's heart was beating for the princess, in a sequence of painful thuds.

Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra.

— Doesn't it sound so silly? It's just pages, just words wrote in a piece of paper and yet… Some days I think I will never be able to feel something so deeply like I do when I read about these people made of ink.

— You're right, it does sound silly. — The Queen Alicent said, giggling with the face Allora gave her.

— Tell me, what do you feel now, Lady Wynch?

— I don't know. — She squeezed her shoulders, most of the time, Allora wasn't able to give a name to her feelings.

— Name three.

— I feel too much to only say three.

Wynch looked around the garden, her eyes looking for something. Someone.

— Princess Rhaenyra won't come if that's what you're wondering.

Allora frowned, tilting her head as she looked at the queen.

— It's not that late, your grace…

— I don't mean because of the time, she is giving the king a silent treatment, I believe.

— May you explain it further?

— She is to marry, and hasn't left her room ever since the king's ultimatum… but I was right in the end, you will both marry in the same season!

Allora's body freezed. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know if she was even able to say anything.

However, somehow, she managed to leave the queen's presence without being disrespectful. Her feet took her to the princess chambers without second thoughts, she entered without knocking.

The two girls stared at each other, waiting to know who would be the one to dare have the first word.

Rhaenyra did the first thing she deemed good: get out of the bed and run away.

The princess wasn't faster than Allora's though, who got up in the bed, holding the Targaryens wrists. Her eyes not leaving the violet orbs of Rhaenyra for even a second.

— You will marry.

It wasn't a question, it was a painful conclusion. It was the way Allora had to ask her not to.

— You believe in fate, Allora? What about choices and demands?

It was the only thing Rhaenyra could say, her tone angry. Allora needed to understand, the princess didn't know what to do if the lady didn't forgive her.

— Destiny and free will coexist, my princess. I do believe we come to this world with things planned. The nervous system takes care of the reflexes. The body itself has instincts. I believe the soul has to.

— My soul is bound by duty, you know that.

— There was a time your only duty was to my heart.

— There was a time when the consequences of my actions wouldn't hurt millions. I'll be the Queen, I can't be bound to a heart.

— There's no place in your loyalty for me?

The question took the Targaryen words.

— Run away with me, Rhaenyra. Let's be together, far away from everyone.

— I can't change what has been decided, Lady Wynch.

Allora's eyes shut tightly, where was the term of endearment? When Rhaenyra had stopped to look at her eyes? When did her tone turn cold?

When their oceanly friendship was reduced to a river?

— As long as we are in the present, we can always change the future, my princess…

The princess shook her head, staring at the lady on top of her. She wanted Allora to be her anchor, but she could barely manage to hold the helm.

— Just say it, Nyra, since when do you hold your tongue? — Allora chuckled sadly, her head was filled with insecurity.

Rhaenyra sighs deeply, and her voice sounds broken and full of pain and confusion. She loves Allora, she wants to fly away from everyone with her, and yet... something is still telling her that it is not the right path to choose. Rhaenyra's heart is broken once again, she feels the agony of making this choice, and yet she knows it must be done. Her voice, filled with sorrow and regret, finally says:

— Allora, I am deeply sorry, but I cannot choose you now. Perhaps in another life, or perhaps in another time, we may be together, but... I cannot do that now.

Maybe it was too late.

Rhaenyra didn't know what to do. She didn't want to bring Allora pain, but she would do it by staying or leaving. She sighed, maybe that was what fate is after all: impotence.

After her marriage, Rhaenyra and her Velaryon husband went to Dragonstone, the king wasn't very fond of the idea but she couldn't help her need to leave. It was ironic, she sent the lady away to stay, only to decide to leave too when Wynch wasn't there. Perhaps the feeling of home had sneaked inside the lady's bags, and was now buried in Casterly Rock, waiting for someone to find.

— Which room do you want? — Her husband asked, turning around to see how big the quarters were.

The Targaryen princess was looking at the wide paint in the wall. It was a silent pact between Alicent, Rhaenyra and the guard to not mention that night. It seemed like treason to even think about the lady, and, as time went by, the princess found herself used to the missing pieces in her memories.

Grieving the life she could have with Allora didn't make her cry, but in specific moments, she felt waves of pain. And it kept coming, in every little thing that reminded her of the lion lady, from the silk fabric of the bed to the pearl necklace she kept hidden, pretending to lose it every now and then, just to feel something when she found it again.

— The one with the view to the sea.

#this story is to my past self: the little girl who tried so hard to enjoy being in a men presence #and also to my future self /when i finally realize it's okay to want to have a queen and not be one myself #queen rhaenyra #canon divergence #the black's win but does rhaenyra?#rhaenyra x oc #house of the dragon #hotd oc #Allora Wynch #men have no names #ocean is a lady in love with the sun #just a story about a lion in love with a dragon (king of the forest / not of the skies)#title from a boygenius song #bite the hand #I can't touch you [I wouldn't if I could]#icty [iwiic] - the seafoam #rhaenyra targeryan

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MASTERPOST

Synopsis: Beast Ancients AU [BAAU] explores an alternate universe where the ancients corrupt into beasts. With the looming presence of the original five beasts as well, the cookies of Earthbread must grapple with the threat of ten beasts vying for power, domination, or annihilation.

This Masterpost is updated as of 10/24/2024.

GENERAL

RULES

DM rules

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Do NOT DM if you are under 16 years of age. This is a 16+ blog for its general tone.

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Fanart

Fanart is allowed, including art including OCs/self inserts. Shipping is also allowed, but explicit NSFW art is not.

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Fanfics

Fanfiction within the BAAU universe is allowed with the same rules as fanart. X readers are also generally allowed as long as they are not NSFW.

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Please note that lore created for fanfics and fanart should not be interpreted as canon to the primary AU itself. Lore includes anything from worldbuilding to individual character ideas. All canon information and lore regarding BAAU and its world comes from the creator.

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THE CAST

THE BEAST ANCIENTS

Otherwise known as the Neobeasts, these once noble heroes have turned into shadows of their former selves. What was once a tight companionship has become a fragile alliance between powerful entities whose ambitions clash and contradict with each other; but they have a vested agreement that their original counterparts must be defeated. Their personal goals also spell dread for the rest of the world in their own dangerous ways.

Saint Vanilla Cookie - Beast of Penance

The king of the Vanilla Kingdom was once gentle and selfless, wishing nothing but peace, love, and healing for the world. However, his hopes would turn to despair as pain and hardship began to consume him. Deducing that only he could be the one to save the world from its endless cycle of pain and torment, the Hero of Truth formed a messiah complex that turned his caring, selfless nature into a toxic compassion for the emburdened. His self proclaimed destiny is to bring salvation to the entire world: but where he sees the liberation of souls, the unfortunate feel the agonizing pain of disintegration. For the Beast, it is all in the name of his penitent love.

A never ending stream of tears flows from his face. Some think it’s his immense empathy for the pain and suffering of cookies across Earthbread.

He purifies with his touch. It is painfully lethal, and affects anyone who has a soul. The bodies purified turn into faint white sparkles, but their souls disappear.

He can see through any vanilla orchid that has been planted by gazing into the eye of his staff.

He is next to never angered; he pities what would upset anyone else, including those who villainize him. His smile is also semi-permanent, though it can fade in serious situations or moments of deep thought.

His final goal is to ascend to that of a god: with divine power in his grasp, he could finally bring salvation to the whole of Earthbread. However, he is yet to find a means of doing so, and he’s aware that it will be a long and arduous path. However, over the timeline, his appearance changes the closer he gets to godhood.

He has a group of followers known as the Lambs of Penance.

He was the last to corrupt.

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Midnight Lily Cookie - Beast of Sovereignty

Awoken into a world scarred by her hands, Lily struggled to heal the wounds of both it and herself. With the death of one of her closest companions the rise of an unfathomably powerful force, and the threat her other half continued to pose behind the scenes, she forged an ironclad autonomy for herself that disregarded true morality in the name of fixing what was broken. The new guardian of the Silver Tree soon became a queen of darkened lilies, turning her entire kingdom of loyal fae into willing tools of corruption. She will not rest until she has delivered her retribution, and will scower the ends of Beast Yeast and Earthbread to find and wipe the blemishes she created; and if cookies and their civilizations are choked by her invasive vines and parasitic flora, the end simply justifies the means.

Lily is called the Silver Queen, Queen of Midnight, Guardian of the Tree, or Lady Lily. The silver fae have many affectionate names for her.

She has chlorokinesis, and uses her powers for both good and harm. She has made the forest around the kingdom a nigh-impenetrable shield, with blades of grass capable of turning into impaling skewers at the flick of her wrist. The reason for the darkened lilies may also have something to do with it.

Though the Beast of Sovereignty believes in the value of free will, she can just as easily take it away. The Silver Kingdom is a sleeping hivemind, its inhabitants capable of going from autonomous individuals to mindless drones if Lily trills it so.

Saint Vanilla visits her often. In the beginning, the Beast of Penance wanted to purify her first out of his immense care for her, but the queen convinced him to let her witness his ascension instead, the last to go if the time came. Saint agreed, and has now become her closest ally. Being with her exposes how touch starved he really is.

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Dragonberry Cookie - Beast of Pride

No greater Passion was the Queen mother’s passion for power, fueled by the desire to stand up to any and all threats that came her way. That gluttonous desire drew her attention to the power of the Red Dragon and their kind, and she soon made it her mission to become a dragon herself. With her soul jam and the legendary power of a dragon, nothing could stand in her way. Blinded by draconic obsession, she imprisoned her former ally, and turned her attention to the rest of the conquerable world. Wherever Dragons had been, her legion of researchers and soldiers would follow, their new prime objective to help their queen ascend. In the meantime, she’s happily enjoyed staying in power on the Hollyberrian throne, drinking lavishly as her family act as mere puppets under her will.

Even as a beast, she’s vey jovial.

While Royal Berry and Jungleberry Cookie are still technically the rulers of the Hollyberry Kingdom, they’re entirely in Dragonberry’s pocket. She will give them direct orders if she feels like it, and they are made to listen.

Despite this, she still has a genuine fondness and love for her family; the thing is that her pride, ambition, and the way she treats her family make it hard to tell. She’s even fond of Pitaya, but it doesn’t stop her from treating her equal like a pet half the time.

She ritually drinks doses of poison to build her immunity to it. It’s gotten to the point where assassins can’t tamper with her juice anymore.

She’s stronger and heartier tenfold, capable of tackling giants out of the sky and leveling armies by herself. She’s always eager for a good fight, which is why she holds the gladiatorial matches and combats uprisings in her tributaries.

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Frigid Cacao Cookie - Beast of Solitude

The licorice sea was once the greatest threat to the Dark Cacao Kingdom. All of that changed when its resolute king, against all odds, tamed the nightmare. It was a period of historic celebration in increasingly bleaker times, but it wouldn’t last forever. The king slowly regressed into isolation, falling silent, and one day became completely immobile on his throne. He was still aware of the world, however, aware enough to know that his entire kingdom was beginning to freeze over in dark permafrost. As fleeing Cacaoians were consumed by ice, not even the king’s closest advisers could reach him, until all but the citadel were frozen over. Ever since that day, remaining within the walls has become the new normal for everyone. Licorice creatures roam the streets, and the sea slowly expands beyond the kingdom’s borders. While his servants’ wavering loyalties to him remain, they can only live oblivious to the chaos lurking underneath Frigid Cacao’s shadowed eyes. He is solitary, but soon he will be everywhere; and everywhere will feed the abyss.

He rarely leaves his throne, and all but the First Watcher and a few of his advisors are not allowed into the throne room without summons. Even still, no cookie is allowed to touch him.

While he is stationary most of the time, he is sometimes seen in the hallway or outside in the snow. When he’s outside, on some occasions, he’s seen staring at a frozen Cacaoian, an unreadable expression on his face. Sometimes he touches it, or even kneels.

He rarely shows up to Neobeast meetings, sending the First Watcher instead. However, even those instances are rare, and thus Cacao’s seat in the council chamber is almost always left vacant.

Licorice creatures are always docile around him, and will follow his every command. Cacao’s subjects wonder how…

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Celestial Cheese Cookie - Beast of Conquest

It wasn’t enough for Golden Cheese to let go of her kingdom and those within it. No, she didn’t need to cling to desperate hopes until the day she could have her golden city back. She could start right then and there, reviving her kingdom of Abundance into an entire empire, powerful and unstoppable. Not only that, but she could keep going. If the world was her entire oyster, then why not indulge in that fact? Among the desert sands and badlands sits a new and expanding kingdom, touting itself as a safe haven from the ills of the other Beasts. Cookies are encouraged to become part of the empire, contribute to the radiant Sun’s grand design, but she’s aware she’ll have her detractors. Fortunately, they’re all taken care of: she turns them to gold and decides their fate accordingly, whether it be another golden decoration in her palace, an automaton to do her bidding, or another alloy used to forge the weapons of her conquest. And for those who aren’t in her celestial bubble, conquest is all they’ll ever taste.

Her Golden City still exists, kept in an altered state by highly protected servers. The souls still kept within them exist in an in-between state of awake and asleep.

Her appearance changes constantly, especially when presenting herself to others. It’s likely she has avatars of herself, though it’s unknown if her main appearance is her true physical self or yet another one of them.

She can summon countless arms, all with the ability to turn anything to gold. If one arm is cut off, two grow in its place.

She and Dragonberry have a fragile relationship. On some days, they antagonize the other for being a callous conqueror, but on other days, they have the tightest alliance of any beast.

Her eyes frequently shine bright rays of light, making it hard for people to look her in the eye by design. However, her eyes are normal underneath.

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THE ORIGINAL BEASTS

The first five fallen heroes, observers of the Neobeast’s rise. They see the new faction of beasts less as new allies and more as obstacles that have made their striving for their soul jam halves more complicated. In turn, the Neobeasts are still interested in defeating them and taking their soul jam halves as well.

Shadow Milk Cookie - Beast of Deceit

As the first Beast to awaken, Shadow Milk was there to see the first four ancients fall to corruption. Believing he could use the despair of Pure Vanilla to acquire his soul jam, his plans were muddled when he became a beast himself. Further still, the body being baked for him was completely destroyed, leaving him a specter in need of another vessel. With his options thin, he’s had to resort to more unconventional means of getting what he wants…

For some ulterior purpose, he’s become Strawberry Crepe Cookie’s benefactor, helping them navigate the world in ways Choco can’t. He sees a common adversary in Saint Vanilla, and claims he needs Crepe’s help in order to defeat him.

It’s unclear if he remembers their name.

Silent Salt Cookie - Beast of Silence

Information TBD. Relevant to Lily Saga

Eternal Sugar Cookie - Beast of Sloth

Information TBD. Relevant to Berry Saga

Has a connection to the protagonist of the saga, might come in after the timeskip.

Mystic Flour Cookie - Beast of Apathy

Information TBD. Relevant to Cacao Saga

What is known is that she views Cacao with more pity than disgust, interested in putting him out of his misery.

Burning Spice Cookie - Beast of Destruction

Information TBD. Relevant to Cheese Saga

Has a connection to Yellow Feather.

THE PROTAGONISTS

Each Beast Ancient has affected someone in some way. The protagonists of their respective sagas grapple with their influence, whether it be to actively fight against them, avoid them at all costs, or seek to understand a deeper plot that leads them right into their hands.

Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Once a magichanical prodigy within the Vanilla Kingdom, Crepe’s sense of safety was shattered the day they became the sole witness to the Beast of Penance’s rise. They escaped with their life but at the cost of their prized headset, leaving them completely defenseless, on the run, and alone. They were eventually found and taken in by the estranged Cacaoian prince, and while they ultimately seek safety together, Crepe’s ingenuity may just carry a key to defeating the Neobeasts; and that fact has not gone unacknowledged by one Beast in particular.

When they ran, they left their headset behind. It had protected them from Saint’s touch, and was the only way they could summon their arms and wafflebots. Before Choco, Crepe had been on the run with nothing to defend themself.

Saint Vanilla is looking for them.

They struggle to stay strong amidst their trauma. They thought they didn’t need anyone, but losing two people who made them feel welcomed made them realize that they had been taking closeness for granted.

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Dark Choco Cookie

The missing prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, finding his personal redemption. When his father tamed the licorice sea, he was happy but insecure of whether or not his father and the much stronger kingdom truly needed him anymore. Straying far from the mountains, he didn’t know of the fate that would befall his father and the kingdom until he caught wind of the news, which shocked and unnerved him. Deep down he wants to know why his father became a Beast, but with his newfound responsibility in looking after Crepe, he has other priorities. However, the shadow of his father continues to loom over him, and one day, it may finally get to him.

Sometimes he hears the Strawberry Jam Sword calling to him.

He’s hesitant to return to his kingdom.

He’s become crepe’s new guardian of sorts, providing food and warmth for them. Choco also keeps them out of danger while they’re still without their headphones, but he and Crepe are looking for ways for them to defend themself, since he knows they can fight.

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Princess & Knight Cookie

Princess was aware of what her family was becoming after her grandmother’s corruption. Complacent, afraid, and submissive under the Beast’s influence, when they were once happy and loving. She yearned for the old days before Hollyberry turned, but she was forced to live in the present, expected to sit and look pretty as her parents were puppetted by Pride. Her tolerance of the new situation could only go so far, and on one fateful night, she donned a cloak and slipped out of the palace, escaping into the dark. Now on the run, she searches for help in taking her kingdom back. Alerted to his princess’s disappearance, Knight Cookie was quick to scramble for her. While he initially tried to convince her to return home, Princess’s headstrong nature ultimately made him choose to stay by he and protect her. At the end of the day, his job is to be her guard…

They are eventually joined by Tiger Lily.

Princess is stronger than she looks, which may have helped her escape Wildberry a couple of times.

There’s no incentive to bring Knight back safe and sound, nor is there any telling what Dragonberry would do to him if it does happen.

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Crunchy Chip & Caramel Arrow Cookie

The two had sworn an oath to stand by their king's side to the bitter end. They fought with him as he protected his kingdom from internal collapse. They watched with elation as he brought the Licorice Sea to kneel before them and never threaten the kingdom again. However, when the Beast of Solitude replaced their resolute leader, their vows were put to the test as the kingdom was soon claimed by permafrost. While Crunchy Chip cookie had seen the writing on the wall, Caramel Arrow Cookie remained steadfast even as everyone froze around her. In her desperation to get through to the king, Caramel Arrow Cookie made the mistake of stepping out of line, her arm consumed by ice the moment she reached out to him. Crunchy Chip Cookie was quick to pull her away before she could be frozen entirely, and the two fled into the mountains. Crunchy Chip Cookie has been looking for someone to help bring his confidant back to good health before the frost completely engulfs her, and not only that, but he has been questioning their duties as Cacao’s protectors ever since. If they want to find a way to return their kingdom to normal, what—or who—might they need?

Caramel Arrow Cookie is unconscious most of the time, but she experiences lapses of consciousness, especially when around a heat source. Crunchy Chip’s cream wolves will huddle around her to keep her warm.

The two are looking for someone with deep knowledge of ice, whether it be an ordinary cookie or an elemental who could hold the answer to everything.

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Yellow Feather Cookie

In the middle of a harsh golden desert, a single cookie awoke among the sands. She carried no memory of how she got there, much less who she was before. Vague memories of sprawling skylines and illustrious lights dotted behind her eyes, but she couldn’t fathom what they meant. She wandered aimlessly through the dunes until she was found by a friendly team of cookies working under the Celestial Cheese’s exploration and research collective. Given the name Yellow Feather Cookie, she was brought into their fold as a member; but even with her new name and new friends, the burning question of what happened to her still remains painfully unanswered. And when the amnesiac cookie experiences strange phenomena like glitches, digital aberrations, and foreboding visions of a cookie with burning red eyes, it only drives her further to learn the truth.

She is an iteration of Rich Cheese Cookie, a concept cookie for CRK who was ultimately scrapped. Unlike her concept version, Feather is neither a child nor Celestial Cheese’s daughter.

The few memories she has are of the Golden City, which little to none of her cohorts have heard of. They usually assume she’s referring to the kingdom itself.

She doesn’t know who or what the Beasts are, let alone the Ancients. She knows there is a world beyond the kingdom, but her knowledge comes from word of mouth and books she’s read. Perhaps it explains why she’s not alarmed by the visions she gets.

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[Lily Saga Protagonists TBA]

SIDE CHARACTERS

These are all the known side characters. More will be added later.

SIDE PROTAGONISTS

Clotted Cream Cookie

The Consul of the Crème Republic, one of the last large safe havens present in Earthbread. With his former allies turning into adversaries, he has had to lead the resistance against the forces of darkness largely by himself. It’s caused a lot of stress for him, but he has tried to retain his strength as much as possible for the sake of his people, even as the walls slowly close in.

Gingerbrave

Has been assisting the resistance in the Crème Republic, working closely with Clotted Cream, the other councilors, and his own friends. While he nervously worries about and for the ancients, he retains his focus on helping those in need in the city, encouraging them to stay brave. He’s become a beacon of optimism among the nervous masses.

Custard Cookie III

The Nephew of Clotted Cream Cookie and close friend of Gingerbrave. After Pure Vanilla’s corruption, he questioned his aspirations to be king. He’s done everything he can to help his uncle’s people while learning about what it truly means to be a leader.

Madeleine Cookie

The Knight Commander of the Crème Republic. Despite everything that’s happened to him and his people, he’s retained his smile and his courage as best as he can. However, a tall shadow hangs over him.

Tiger Lily Cookie

A cookie who has lived in the jungle her whole life, watching from the brush as the Hollyberry Kingdom shifted under the new beast. She finds Princess and Knight while they’re on the run, and joins their party as a guide. Neither her nor her long lost sister are aware of their connection to one another.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie

Chained deep underneath the Hollyberry palace, the Red Dragon is the beast’s highest profile prisoner. To further her mission to become a dragon, they are researched and experimented on day in and day out, while Dragonberry sometimes stops to play twisted games with them. Such include dragging them out to fights, sparring like old friends, or giving them the illusion that they’ll ever have a chance to escape her.

Wind Archer Cookie

Sworn to vanquish the darkness no matter the cost, he has made it his mission to bring an end to all ten beasts who threaten Earthbread. However, some of his beliefs in how to defeat them conflict with the protagonists’, and if he sees anyone as obstacles in the way of his mission, including them, they will need to be cleared.

[Post for Princess, Pitaya, Crepe, Chip, Carrow]

SIDE ANTAGONISTS

Wildberry Cookie

Dragonberry’s right hand and loyal bodyguard, who has retained his sworn oath to be by her side since before her corruption. Where Dragonberry is bold and valorous, Wildberry is cold and lethal, dealing with the Beast’s messes lest she chooses to involve herself in them. Even though he is aware of what his kingdom has become, his loyalty to his adoptive mother keeps him at her side. He was in charge of monitoring his rambunctious niece when she was in the palace, steering her away from her grandmother’s personal matters; but on the night she ran away, he had discovered her plot far too late. Dragonberry has ordered him to track her down and retrieve her, and no matter how many times she escapes him, he will never let up until his duty is fulfilled.

First (Second) Watcher Cookie

After Caramel Arrow’s departure, the Second Watcher was appointed to the new First Watcher. When the Neobeasts hold meetings, he is sometimes sent in Cacao’s stead. More information TBA

Cream Wafer Cookie

The right hand of Saint Vanilla, bishop of the Lambs of Penance. He is in charge of all of the cult’s operations, aiding in fulfilling his lord’s wishes. Saint Vanilla himself has little involvement in the operations beyond certain rituals and appearances, as the bishop and his followers do everything for him in his stead. It gives the beast time to walk the world by himself, dedicating time to the affairs of the other Neobeasts among other personal goals. Despite preaching peace, love, and pacifism, there’s a gleefully dark glint in his eyes when pain is delivered in the name of the light.

Like Saint Vanilla, Wafer uses a vanilla orchid as a wand. However, he can’t see through it; instead, it’s used to mark souls for purification, drawing the beast’s attention to whoever gazed into the flower.

Before Saint, he was likely from the Crème Republic.

Holy Dart Cookie

The lambs’ best marksman and surveillance operator. Once a sister of the Pastry Order, she found a new name and purpose under Cream Wafer, and serves him in the name of Saint Vanilla. Because the Beast frowns on the notion of killing, the darts she uses to snipe from the shadows merely tranquilize; it’s the only thing keeping her from being regarded as one of the most dangerous assassins to wield the bow. Her knowledge of the world around her makes her formidable; since she wears her honorary bandages, her senses are incredibly keen, and she can tell where her target is from the slightest noise or change in the air. Victims of her darts are taken back to the lambs themselves, for whatever purpose the bishop has sought for them.

OTHERS

Black Raisin Cookie

Pure Vanilla’s old friend and Strawberry Crepe Cookie’s found guardian figure. She had been by the ancient’s side as he declined, doing everything she could to ensure he remained hopeful. However, not even her kindness was enough to save him. One day, she was embraced by the light, leaving nothing but her raisin crows behind. Many of them now follow Crepe around.

Espresso Cookie

Strawberry Crepe Cookie’s lab partner who entrusted an important journal for them to keep.

Silverbell Cookie

One of Midnight Lily’s closest friends and guards. Despite his loyalty to her, he’s been quietly questioning the state of his kingdom under her.

The Triple Cone Trio - TBD

The Legendaries - TBD

NOTE: As of current update, the whereabouts of the Cookies of Darkness are still TBD.

THE STORYLINE

NOTE: The official timeline of BAAU is a long way from being finalized. However, the AU takes place across a vast stretch of time, so there are plot points and elements that happen before and after a time jump. It’s unclear when BAAU properly begins, but there has been a gap in time long enough for the Neobeasts’ presences to have become the new normal for Earthbread.

The Vanilla Saga - The storyline that revolves around Saint Vanilla Cookie.

Features Strawberry Crepe and Dark Choco as the main protagonists. This is considered the “main” storyline.

The Berry Saga - The storyline that revolves around Dragonberry Cookie.

Features Princess, Knight, Tiger Lily, and later Pitaya as the protagonists. They are traveling Earthbread while evading Wildberry and the Hollyberrian guards sent after them.

The Cacao Saga - The storyline that revolves around Frigid Cacao Cookie.

Featues Crunchy Chip, Caramel Arrow, and later Dark Choco as the protagonists. They are searching for a cure for Carrow’s permafrost injury, which may also be the way to heal the entire Dark Cacao Kingdom. However, there may be someone they need to find—but who knows if he is the key to helping them, or an instrument that will make everything much, much worse.

The Cheese Saga - The storyline that revolves around Celestial Cheese Cookie.

Features Yellow Feather as the protagonist. The story follows her as she seeks to recover her lost memories and remember who she is, drawing her into the battle between the beasts of Destruction and Conquest. One of them is hiding a secret, the other is hiding a truth.

The Lily Saga - The storyline that revolves around Midnight Lily Cookie.

Features two protagonists who are to be revealed in the future.

THE WORLD

The Kingdoms of the Beasts

The Vanilla Kingdom

Founded, destroyed, rebuilt, cleansed: when Penance awakened, his light awoke in every corner of his kingdom, and sparkling dust drifted through the air like a sea of stars. Now, the kingdom has become the base of operations for the Beast and his loyal followers, many of them descendants of his royal subjects. No one else but them live here anymore; in some places, it’s easy to think it’s a ghost town. However, the moment one steps through the gate, they will always have the feeling of being watched. The Council Hall is the primary room where the Neobeasts gather for meetings, but the unsettling feeling never leaves the others.

The Hollyberry Kingdom

Things about this kingdom have changed in ways ranging from subtle to drastic. Its lively culture of partying and drinking have remained, imbued with a bigger emphasis on strength and battles. No place is this more apparent than the coliseum that hosts events every week, where the strongest warriors from across the kingdom and the ones captured outside it are brought to fight each other for the amusement of the Beast and her citizens. On special occasions, the Red Dragon themself is brought out for her to show off and subsequently defeat - another one of her mind games that keeps them subservient.

The Dark Cacao Kingdom

Choked by blizzards and permafrost, it’s hard to navigate through the tundra the Beast of Solitude has made the place. Licorice creatures skulk the kingdom’s snowy plains and the frozen streets. Most Cacaoians have been frozen where they stood the day the frost consumed their homes, but those who survived live within the Citadel itself, the last haven where all the Beast’s servants and warriors remain. They are hesitantly loyal to their King, believing he will someday wake up from whatever nightmare plagues his mind; until then, they remain unaware of the darkness and hunger that lingers beneath the seams.

The Celestial Kingdom

Even those who antagonize the Beast regard her kingdom as a desert miracle. Celestial Cheese revitalized her kingdom, spreading it across the desert and beyond and welcoming anyone and everyone into its fold. Some even regard it as a safe haven in itself: it’s guarded by warriors made of gold, flanked by advanced proximity sensors. Those the Beast of Conquest doesn’t want, such as Lambs or Hollyberrian spies, are warded away before they can pass through the walls. Life feels normal, like a dream even, for all of the cookies who live there: cookies who once belonged to their own villages and settlements in the desert, now taken in by the Beast and given everything they wanted and more. It keeps them happy, it makes them believe that her conquest is just—and it keeps them oblivious to what happens to those who refuse to be conquered. Those who reject her grand design end up part of it, one way or another; and next to no trace of them or their settlement survives.

Some of the residents in Cheese’s kingdom include Cacaoians who managed to escape during the great freeze.

The Silver Kingdom

Isolated from the rest of the world. Through the hostile, deadly forest that protects its borders, and indeed much of the safest entries to Beast Yeast, lies a kingdom ever at work. Ordinary silver fae live most of their days doing what they’ve always done, caring for themselves and their kingdom in whatever duty they have. Under the Beast of Sovereignty, their individuality freedom is as valued as their devotion to her. From ordinary fae to Silver Tree knights, they are as dedicated to the kingdom’s protection as they are their queen. While she is no conqueror, her kingdom is expanding its reach through its spreading flora, kudzu-like walls that overrun and choke anything and anyone it reaches. Others living in Beast Yeast have become increasingly aware of the Silver Kingdom’s presence, but direct means to either negotiate or attack the fae have been unsuccessful. On the other side of the world, Crispians like those in the Creme Republic have failed to reach the continent, its ships struck out of the sea and sky by vines and plants. Many cookies who venture near there are never seen again.

The Safe Havens

The Crème Republic

One of the two largest safe havens in Crispia. Maintained by the Convocation of Elders, the republic’s internal differences have been mostly set aside as they unify under the need for stability and safety. In the shadow of the Beasts, there is only so much they can do to remain out of harm��s way, but the Elders and the Consul know that they will one day have to fight. Until then, the Republic has prioritized its citizens’ safety, harboring and maintaining contact with resistance groups, and researching any way to end the threat of the fallen heroes.

Parfaedia

Protected by high walls, this city has stood vigilant against outside enemies since the time of legend. However, the Beasts pose its biggest threat yet: housing ancient research and relics, Parfaedia has no doubt drawn the attention of a few of them. It remains in close contact with the Creme Republic, and the two cities share information and updates about anything related to the Beasts, their movements, or internal affairs that require assistance. Both are also aware that the third magical city, Scovilia, once part of their triple alliance, cries for help underneath its new ruler. Both cities strive to liberate it one day, but they need to prioritize keeping all citizens and refugees within their borders safe.

Others

Scovilia and Dragon’s Valley

Annexed into the Hollyberry Kingdom’s expanding territory. Dragon’s Valley in particular is the site of Hollyberrian dragon research, and the Beast has made it a pastime to frequent the place and quash any revolt before it has the chance to grow. Dragonberry is very fond of Scovilia in particular, its strongest champion added to her collection of gladiators.

The existence of the Cookie Kingdom is still being decided, as it has little importance to the game’s story.

EXTRA

MISC POSTS

The very first BAAU post [original neobeast references]

Full picture of the masterpost banner

Average neobeast meeting [meme]

All I Ever Wanted [animatic]

X reader headcanons

TAG LIST [for easier access]

Main tag

Askbox tag

Fanart tag

Fanfic tag

Old Masterlist [Includes links to more specific asks/questions]

Old FAQ

Creator’s note: Thanks for reading!! If any of the links above do not work, please let me know. -CJJ

#beast ancients au #temporary pinned #special thanks to the vanillaverse crew for proofreading!#beast ancients au masterpost #masterpost #crk au #cookie run au #cookie run kingdom au #cr au #cjj arts #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom

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ayyy-pee · 7 months ago

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Discord 18+ - Twitter 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝘼 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘿𝘼𝙇!!

In celebration of reaching 3,000 followers on Tumblr, it seems ayyypee has decided to host her very first collab!!! The theme is Celebrity Scandal!

What are your favorite celebrity anime men, women or you (the reader) up to these days? New relationships? Maybe a nasty breakup or divorce. Cheating? Leaks, Murder, Cover ups?! There's so much to report on and so little time. But rest assured, The Jujutsu Journal will find out. Someone is always watching.

Status: CLOSED (Stories will be posted as they are received!)

𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨

✩˚｡⋆ This is an 18+ collab! Minors dni

✩˚｡⋆ All characters portrayed must be 18+ (No aging up of minor characters pls, but if there is a canon timeskip, that's fine. Just write them as their adult selves.)

✩˚｡⋆ It does not have to be only an x Reader pairing!

✩˚｡⋆ Open to ANY fandom (Even though it says Jujutsu Journal lol)

✩˚｡⋆ You can join with as many fandoms and as many characters as you wish

✩˚｡⋆ Both NSFW and SFW works are allowed!

✩˚｡⋆ If you use any topics that need a warning, please use warnings and tag appropriately!

✩˚｡⋆ That being said, dark content is fine as long as it is not any of the following: Non-con, r*pe, beastiality, incest/stepcest, pedophilia

✩˚｡⋆ No particular format or word length required. And you can even do art! Just let me know what you’ll be doing!

𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍

✩˚｡⋆ To join, please send me an ask, or you can dm me! Also I'm nosy so let me know what your idea(s) are! Like Stalker!Paparazzi Sukuna x Reader LMAO)

✩˚｡⋆ The deadline for submission for the collab is July 20th

✩˚｡⋆ I would also REALLY appreciate it if people reblogged this post so that it's boosted!

✩˚｡⋆ Please tag me in your works and use the tag: #JujutsuJournal after you're done. I'll add it to my Masterlist and reblog it on my account! I know the tagging system is bonkers right now though, so if tagging doesn't work, you can just send me an ask.

✩˚｡⋆ If you have any other questions, just let me know!

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

𝙂𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙮:

JUJUTSU KAISEN

@ayyy-pee ✩ LEAKED - model!shokoieiri x model!ioriutahime x PR Manager!reader

@tojiscumdumpster ✩ stalker!model!naoya x journalist!blackreader

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@lost-immortality ✩ EARLY 2000s CELEB GOSSIP BLOG ART

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@xo2dee ✩ actress!yuki x actress!reader

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@minimomoe ✩ Songs for You - rock star!satoru gojo x fem reader

@fushitoru ✩ provolleyballplayer!gojo x fem reader

Banner Credit: @benkeibear!

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push-tet · 2 months ago

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what I've done

The town of Veronaville is one built on little love and one big feud. For years, the Capp and Monty clans have been at each other’s throats; yet this hatred cannot stop the younger generation from crossing borders and falling for one another. Will their actions bring both feuding families to ruin, or spark reconciliation? Can their love truly heal such deep wounds?

Wouldn't you like see Veronaville in entirely different light? K-he.

WHAT’S NEW:

Added a massive storyline! The familiar Сapp, Monty and Summerdream families will be seen in a whole new light🌟

Added three brand new families with their own stories and secrets! 🌟

Added some new and special townies. At the end of the town album there will be a list of townspeople who have biographies and memories, so no need to add/resurrect literally everybody on your lot. 🌟

Added 20 new community lots + remade the old ones as well 🌟

DISCLAMER AND TRIGGER WARNINGS!!!

This hood is not a retelling of Shakespeare's plays, nor is it a mere makeover of the Maxis’ Veronaville. Think of this neighborhood as an alternate universe.

The Neighborhood contains themes of: fantasy, s*icide and self-harm, body horror, OC X CANON (?)

I may have (unintentionally) spoiled some of your favorite simmies…

ISSUES THAT I AM AWARE OF:

Some townies’ memories could disappear. It happens even with the mod that forbids the townies from losing their memories. I don't know what the reason is so I recommend checking them before you play the game, namely, by going into the family and teleporting the townies to the resident lot. If the memories are already gone, then please re-download the hood.

Hoodchecker might show some minor errors connected to the wrong memory subjects. This was intentional so don't be alarmed! It doesn't affect your game in any negative way.

Don't try to resurrect Julien Cooke. Just forget about him.

Oberon originally had an overlay with a mechanical prosthetic. But for some reason in some testers’ games the overlay was affecting Oberon's complexion, turning his skintone white… So I removed the overlay entirely. You can add it back if you wish!

RECOMMENDED MODS AND PROGRAMS:

Cyber Parts by @themeasureofasim (optional, Oberon’s prosthetics)

Restore Default Names for Sims in Subhoods (if you intent to play a subhood version of it)

🐸DOWNLOAD MF - SFS

THE CONTENTS:

VD01 ENG is a main hood; contains some of my CCs.

VVBS CC is an archive with some custom content from me for the hood (consists of: some cosmetics, contacts (in the masks section) and one female haircut).

VVBS SUBHOOD is a subhood with two major differences from the main hood: it does not contain pictures from Storytelling folder (so the nhood is less heavy) + you can pick and choose whether you want it with or without my custom content.

EXTRA CONTENT folder is not necessary to download; it contains some extra stuff from my project. This file is locked, but you can gather the password in main hood itself through the storytelling pictures and a little game in the community lots (you can find the rules of this game in the description of 2 Pentameter Parkway lot). Think of it as a reward for your attentiveness!

If you find any errors or bugs, just let me know! THANK YOU!

idk what to put in here so that dads' ranking

P.S. Destroy this town with your crazy ideas. :))

Well, the English version of this interactive fanfic is finally OUT!

I have Pahleen (translation) and @f1shart (English editing) to thank for that! And I also want to thank the many wonderful testers and people who supported my project!🌹🌹

I will continue to post materials about this neighborhood on this blog, but I also have plans to expand this universe, so for that I created a blog @vv-bs so you can follow the development of the project!

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #veronaville #ts2 download #custom neighborhood #vv:bs

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 1 year ago

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close to home | masterlist

Series Summary: When a run goes poorly, and Daryl is separated from his group, a stranger and her companion help get him out of a sticky situation. Little does Daryl know this stranger is much closer to home, and his life is going to get a bit more complicated

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader (s3 - s11) (ongoing)

A/N: Thank you for checking out close to home, it means the world to me 🖤 I've been going back and forth about diving into fanfiction, and I'm really excited about this! I think this will be a nice slow-burn angsty-type story. This will follow the entirety of the show--so if you have not finished the show, there will be spoilers!! Plot arcs, events, and character deaths will be spoiled, so read at your own risk!!

Warnings will be mostly chapter specific, but some general warnings for the story are adult language/content, sexual assault/mentions of assault, violence, descriptions of blood/injury, character deaths, and all of the typical TWD content. The story will mostly follow the TWD plotline with mild canon divergence. Therefore there will be plot lines and dialogue from the show. Additionally, there will be background information for the reader and mild descriptions of her features, but they can be ignored! Basically, the reader is almost like an oc, but self-insert for the most part lol

I try to post every day, but I do work full time so sometimes I might be unable to.

Chapter Directory (1-45)

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight chapter nine chapter ten chapter eleven chapter twelve chapter thirteen chapter fourteen chapter fifteen chapter sixteen chapter seventeen chapter eighteen chapter nineteen chapter twenty chapter twenty one chapter twenty two chapter twenty three chapter twenty four chapter twenty five chapter twenty six chapter twenty seven chapter twenty eight chapter twenty nine chapter thirty chapter thirty one chapter thirty two chapter thirty three chapter thirty four chapter thirty five chapter thirty six chapter thirty seven chapter thirty eight chapter thirty nine chapter forty chapter forty one chapter forty two chapter forty three chapter forty four chapter forty five CONTINUED CHAPTER DIRECTORY (46-ongoing)

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl twd #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #daryl dixion x reader

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powderblueblood · 1 year ago

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HELLFIRE & ICE masterlist

life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.

pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc

tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.

ready to light this place up?

❦ - SERIES

❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY

❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE

❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS

❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS

❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT

❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS

❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP

❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX

❦ - chapter ten: THE NEW FACE OF FAILURE

❦ - chapter eleven: ALL TOMORROW'S KEGGERS

❦ - chapter twelve:

❦ - chapter thirteen:

❦ - chapter fourteen:

❦ - chapter fifteen:

❦ - chapter sixteen:

❦ - epilogue

❦ - BLURBS N SHIT

in-universe requests are open for business

flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED

flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL

what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS

lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE

blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...

blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET

blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON

blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED

blurb - THE BANDANA

blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A

blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL

blurb - THE KING OF HAWKINS HIGH: AN AL MUNSON STORY

❦ - FUN STUFF

soundtrack - VOLUME ONE

#hellfire & ice #published by powder #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #e. munson by powder #masterlist

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lemonsrosesandlavender · 3 months ago

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BG3 Fanfic Writers Ask Game!

cooked up a little something bc I wanted us all to chat! pls reblog if you want to get asked stuff about your writing! 🩵

☁️Do you prefer writing canon x canon or canon x OC? Why?

🌈Is there a ship you wouldn’t write a whole fic for, but love in the background?

💧Is there a ship you wouldn’t write yourself, but love reading?

✨Which is your favourite platonic BG3 dynamic and why?

☄️Which Act of the game do you most like writing for? Why?

💥Which BG3 villain is your most/least favourite to write?

❄️Which BG3 companion is your most/least favourite to write?

🌤️How do you interpret the game mechanics in your fic?

☃️Does the “tadpole” storyline interest you? How does it affect your writing?

☔️Do you care about wider DnD lore in your fics?

🫧If you were to write a BG3 AU, what universe would you pick?

🌊What moment in the game had the strongest emotional impact on you?

🔥Is there an aspect of the game’s story that you think it could have done better?

🌪️Is there a nugget of game lore that fascinates you, but you haven’t written about yet?

⚡️Tav, Durge or Origin to write?

🌋Tav, Durge or Origin to play?

🏝️Do your gameplay and your writing “match”? Are the characters you write about the same ones you play as?

☀️Are any of the characters’ endings “canon” to you in your fics?

💫If you’ve written multiple stories, do any of them take place in the same “playthrough”?

🪐Who’s your favourite non-companion character, and why?

🌙Has writing for BG3 created any challenges for you?

🌸Rec one of your fics and tell us what you like about it!

🌿Rec someone else’s BG3 fic and tell us what you like about it!

#bg3 fanfic #fanfic asks #ask game #cabbage answers #rb to have a bg3 chat!!!#(I am also accepting asks ofc! 🩵)

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sundrop-writes · 7 months ago

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One Moment Per Episode With Dick Grayson

Season One, Episode One: "Titans"

Summary:

You and Dick haven't spoken since the Titans parted ways in San Francisco five years ago.

Even though you used to be as close as two people can be, both of you are doing just fine leading your own separate lives - until your psychic powers cause you to have a vision of the end of the world, and you have to turn to him for help. As much as Dick doesn't want to get involved, you know that him leading The Raven on the path she needs to travel is the only way to stop the terrible fate you saw.

He wants to deny it, and stay as far away from you as possible - but he can't avoid you or the truth that you have told him when he runs into that very Raven you speak of in an interrogation room later that night. He has to face a simple truth he has always known: you're always right.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Powered!Reader. Childhood Friends/Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Bantering/Humor. Set during Season 1, Episode 1.

Word Count: 2,300

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Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns (some people might accuse the reader character in this story of being more of an OC and I am okay with that - I try to make all the reader characters in my other stories as blank and open as possible and every now and then I let myself have a little bit of a treat) - but as usual with my stories, the majority of pronouns used in the fic are you/yours; other than clothing style and a scar that informs her backstory, the reader's looks are not described and are left vague (as far as race, body type, hair colour, etc. - those things are not described); the reader character does have powers - I might make a separate post detailing the reader's entire backstory and power set (or I might just let it be spelled out slowly through the chapters) - but for now, I will tell you that the reader character is psychic and can see glimpses of the future in dream-like visions; the reader and Dick are 'exes' - their relationship was never official (they never explicitly called each other boyfriend/girlfriend), but they used to have sex often (and they both have feelings for each other that they never openly spoke about), and they are childhood friends, so there is a lot of emotional history there; mentions of canon-typical violence; this fic does use Y/N; mentions of the reader being shot during a past undescribed incident; there is references to sex and discussions of sex, but no explicit smut (but there might be some later in the story? idk yet); emotionally constipated Dick Grayson; idk what else ? - pining, emotional angst, using humor to deflect emotional tension, banter. I just really like the vibes of this. there is not a lot of big content warnings for this fic (yet).

A/N: Honestly, I am really excited about this one. I have a lot of ideas for future episodes (especially the episode where Dick loses it emotionally and just gets followed around by a hallucination of Bruce for the entire episode - but that's not until Season 2, oop). Titans is one of my favourite series ever - if you couldn't tell - so getting to examine each episode closer and appreciate each individual episode as a unique piece of art while writing this instead of binging a whole season gives me a whole new appreciation for the show. I hope you guys enjoy these as they come out - especially because I do have an idea of where this fic is going, but I don't know where I want these characters to go in Season 4. (I kind of want to do a secret surprise reveal of two of the characters being related and being siblings, but... idk. Sometimes people don't like that.) But this is definitely a good opportunity to send me ideas of where you want this story to go/how you want it to end up. Anyway - please enjoy!!!

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Dick needed some fucking air.

He could barely fucking handle today. He had to compose himself before he lost it and started breaking things. It was all such a shitshow - the department pushing a new partner on him, footage of Robin all over the news, every other half-cocked beat cop making comments about how Robin was just another masked psychopath who wasn’t that different from The Joker.

Fuck them.

If they only knew what Gotham was like - if only they had to deal with a department full of asshole’s on the Joker’s payroll. If only they had to watch criminals walk away because they made bail on the decision of a corrupt judge. If only they had to sit behind a desk and listen to a mother’s sobs as she begged for him to find her missing child - knowing how many people elbow to elbow with him would laugh at her tears rather than start looking.

If they only spent one night tending to civilians while the smell of burning flesh permeated the air, with the Joker’s screaming laugh stuck in their ears because he thought that bombing a low-income housing complex was just that funny.

Fuck all of them.

Dick clenched his fist tight - his knuckles aching as he resisted the urge to drive his arm right through the glass at the front of the precinct. He just - he really needed some air.

Dick walked out the front doors (rather than smashing the glass), and took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying his best to calm down. It was getting late, and things were relatively slow, even for it being a Tuesday. No influx of late-night chaos yet. He had some time to collect himself before-

“So - Robin’s in Detroit now, huh?”

That voice.

Dick felt the sting of familiarity pluck at his spine, and he whipped his head around at lightning speed, looking in the direction of the voice. Surely enough - you were the one standing there. It hadn’t been some kind of auditory hallucination on his part.

So much for time to calm himself down.

He was immediately met with a confliction - lust and annoyance bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to see you again, he didn’t want you to be here, especially not without warning. But you looked so damn good - it was a distraction from that fact.

That was always the thing about exes, wasn’t it?

(If Dick could even call you his ‘ex’ - the two of you had slept together more times than he could count, both metaphorically and literally, but the two of you had never put an official label on the relationship like he had with Dawn or Barbara. He cared for you like a friend, and like a lover in a way that he was never willing to admit - but did that make you his ex? Especially if he never stopped caring about you?)

That thing about exes being: they always look so fucking good when you see them after a long time of being apart. The universe dangling something in front of you that you’re not allowed to have and technically, should no longer want.

But oh - Dick found himself wanting so very badly. (And he tried his hardest to hide that fact as he continued to carefully stare you down.)

Because you looked so good.

You were wearing something of your usual style - an outfit of many confusing layers that somehow showed off the natural curves of your body and hid you all at the same time.

A long skirt with a ruffled hemline and bold, colorful pattern. A pair of boots that you had probably gotten from some vintage store that were likely older than both you and Dick, leathery and well worn in. Your jacket was much the same - a supple brown leather with a soft fur lining that made you look very warm and cozy.

Topped off with a pair of the largest, gaudiest dangling earrings that Dick had ever seen - the kind that would have gotten snagged on one of his nice shirts and gotten the two of you tangled up during one of your hook-ups. A pair of earrings that he would have scolded you for wearing - but he would have delighted in finding them on his bedroom floor after you left because it meant having a piece of you still with him. And it would mean having an excuse to visit you later because he had something of yours to return.

Those earrings glistened in the light of the street lamps, just as your eyes did while you stared him down with those inquisitive, knowing eyes. Looking at him with that same expression you always wore - the one that seemed to say you knew everything that he never would. It equally fascinated him and infuriated him.

He hated the fact that you had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, causing his heart to race - had you snuck up on him on purpose? Did you find it funny?

“Y/N,” Dick said your name curtly, still feeling a slight twinge of shock that you were standing in front of him at all. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You let out a dry chuckle, and stepped closer to him, making his whole body stiff. His first instinct was to step backward - to gain more distance from you. But he didn’t want to seem like he was afraid of you - afraid of that closeness. So he forcefully locked his legs and stayed in place as you drifted closer, and you idly conversed back.

“Oh, Dickie.” You sighed in return, using his childhood nickname. “A warm welcome as always.”

Dick rolled his eyes at this. Did he really need to bother with manners and formalities? The two of you had known each other for so long, he guessed that you were both well over stuff like that.

“Do I need a reason to be here? Can’t I just visit an old friend?” You posed, a humorous tone still running through your voice.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he took a more defensive stance. He quickly went from shock then to annoyance.

The two of you were old friends - you had known each other since you were in diapers together. The two of you had grown up together, raised by a unique circus family. And that meant that Dick knew you well enough to know that if you were here, you had a good reason to be.

(If you had wanted to chase him when he first left Gotham, you likely would have camped out in the trunk of his car, or you would have shown up at his new apartment the day after he moved in. You wouldn’t have waited this long to contact him.)

“Do us both a favor and cut the bullshit, please.” Dick replied sternly. “Why are you here?”

“Grumpy.” You sighed, sounding defeated.

He waited for a moment, and surely enough - you folded, now willing to directly explain your reason for showing up in Detroit so suddenly.

“I had a vision.” You explained. “A girl. The Raven. A lot of others consider her to be the eater of worlds, but she is the one who is going to save us all, Dick.”

He let out a harsh puff of air, reaching up and running fingers roughly over his temple. Yup, there it was - the headache had fully set in now. He really didn’t need this. Not tonight.

He had known about your visions for a long time. When he was younger, he had been shocked to find out that you had inherited your mother’s ‘gift’. He previously had no clue that her set-up as a sideshow fortune teller with Tarot cards and a large crystal ball wasn’t all psychology tricks and half-guesses she put on for tourists - but in fact, it was actually something informed by larger supernatural forces at play. And it was something you could do as well.

So he was inclined to believe you when you told him about this vague vision, but he also didn’t want to be involved. He had a lot on his plate right now - he didn’t need this.

“Look, I’m sure that whatever you saw was important, but-” He began.

You sighed and shook your head harshly at this ‘but’.

“Why don’t you just take it to New York instead? This kind of thing is way more Donna’s speed, anyway. I’m sure she can help you find this girl, and-”

“That won’t help.” You told him. “The girl is already on her way here.”

You spoke the words with such utter certainty, and it sent shivers up Dick’s spine. The calm, tranquil look on your face - the ominous wiseness you held: it reminded Dick so much of your mother. The other-worldly authority she held that had ultimately gotten her killed. It was strangely creepy.

“Just so you know, I hate it when you say ominous shit like that.” Dick told you, gesturing to your person with stiff offense in his body. “Just because your mother played the creepy voodoo witch for tourists doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I’m not playing.” You replied, exasperated.

You knew that Dick could be frightened of your powers at times. He was someone very logic-based - he built his beliefs around facts. So having you follow your visions and your ‘gut feelings’ when they were never concrete, changing on a dime - he hated the uncertainty and chaos that came with it all. But you had learned to trust yourself and your feelings over time, even if he didn’t.

“And you know, you’re involved in this whether you want to be or not.” You told him, trying to get the conversation back on track. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Robin made his first appearance in months last night.”

Dick became stiff at this, and quickly glanced around - as though waiting for someone to appear out of nowhere and point an accusing finger at him, screaming out that he was Robin and he had been caught.

“You can’t help it, Dick Grasyon.” You declared with intense certainty. “You need to save people, you need to feel like you’re making a difference, you-”

“So what, now you expect me to save the whole fucking world?” Dick snapped back.

“She does.” You corrected.

“Who?” He replied - confused and once again annoyed at your mysticism and bold confidence in your visions.

“The Raven.” You told him. “She needs you. And whether you like it or not, you need her.”

You shifted your stance then, waiting for him to tell you that you were right - which was how most of your arguments ended.

But then, as a sick reminder, the lapel of your jacket opened enough for Dick to get a glance at your chest. The neckline of your blouse was wide open, but his eyes weren’t drawn to your cleavage - instead, he became focused on a large scar that you had sitting over your heart. A place where a bullet had ripped through you, leaving you barely alive.

He still remembered the feeling of your blood warm under his hands while you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, begging him to save you. He remembered sitting at your bedside, believing that you would never wake up again.

He couldn’t help but to reach up and gently skim his thumb across the roughness of the scarred skin as he glared at it with a stiff jaw. The touch sent shivers through you - it was the first time he had touched you since that last night in Gotham, when you had woken up to an empty bed and absolutely no explanation as to where he had gone.

Dick felt rage boil inside of him.

How could you ask him to save the world when he had been responsible for this?

This - this was why he was no fucking savior.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, choking on the words slightly as he took his hand down, shoving it back into his pocket once again. He had to avoid the temptation of touching you any further.

If you weren’t safe around him, why would some little girl from your visions be?

“This isn’t about me.” You scoffed. “Or-”

‘Or us.’

You held back, knowing how dangerous it was to mention the royal Us around flighty Dick Grayson. For a bird without wings, he was absolutely capable of taking off in a quick moment when he wanted to.

“This is about something so much bigger.” You pressed. “She’ll be here soon.”

Dick let out another strained sigh at you using such ominous words again.

“Well, next time you’re gonna come here and be all ominous and creepy, you should at least bring some coffee.” He told you, sarcasm tight on his lips.

You made a mocking face in return.

“Well, you could be more polite.” You scoffed.

Before Dick could recommend that the two of you go and get a coffee in order to truly catch up, someone called out his name, drawing his attention away from you for a moment.

“Hey, Grayson!” Someone called, sticking their head out the front door. “Prentiss is looking for you!”

When he turned back, you were gone. He tried not to linger on it too much - how creepy it was. You were silent and quick like a ghost - he thought that your ominous jewelry might jingle like a house cat’s bell.

But - he would call you later. Hopefully you still had the same number.

…

Dick walked into the interrogation room, trying to clear his mind of the interaction with you. When he saw a small, scared girl, he thought it best to lighten the mood with a joke.

“Hi, I’m Detective Grayson.” He said, introducing himself. “I hear you like to play baseball with bricks and cop cars. You wanna tell me what happened?”

“You’re him.” She said, whimpering and tearful. “You’re the boy from the Circus.”

At first, Dick thought that everyone was simply being ominous and creepy today. But then he realized:

‘Oh fuck. You were right.’

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A/N: Please do not ask me when this fic will be updated - this fic does not have a schedule.

While this is technically the first chapter in a 'series', each chapter is meant to be enjoyed on its own. The overarching plot of the series is still that of the original Titans show, and I won't be making any major changes to the canon of the show - I just intend to showcase smaller emotional moments between the reader character and the canon characters. This is something I want to work on casually in the background between working on other things. This fic is not my main focus, and I will not be rushing to update it or complete it.

Comments and reblogs are encouraged, and I am thankful for them - but please keep those comments focused on the actual content of the series (it's plot, the characters, their dynamics, etc.). Please do not spam me asking me to update this or asking me when I will update this - because I am not in a rush to do so. I have a lot of ideas for this series that I am excited about, but I want to work on it slowly and casually because I don't want to lose my enthusiasm for it and I know that rushing will take that enthusiasm away.

If you enjoyed this - great, thanks. But if you expect this to be updated weekly like a factory pumping out stuff on a clearly outlined schedule - then you are in the wrong place. If you are expecting constant updates of this fic and you will be disappointed if it doesn't get updated regularly - you should just block me now and pretend you didn't read it. But if you are a patient person - feel free to read and enjoy my other Titans works while I am working on updates for this (and working on other exciting things), and feel free to send me a message telling me what you thought of this fic or other fics in general.

Also - if you can't get Dick Grayson off your mind - my requests are open.

#sundrop writes #dc titans #titans fanfiction #dc titans fanfiction #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #titans x you #titans x reader #bat boys x reader

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physalian · 8 months ago

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In Defense of Fanfiction (Or the perfect starting point for your original novel)

Fanfic gets a bad rap pretty much everywhere except Tumblr. It’s misunderstood and misrepresented by its average works, seen as juvenile and cringey, or a banal point of contention between a famous person or piece of media and its fans.

Outside of fanfic that writes about real people, especially smut fics of real people, I support the art wholeheartedly. Fictional characters are one thing, but personally, caricaturing a celebrity’s life for public consumption and writing or drawing them in compromising content without their consent is a little weird. You do you. Don’t like, don’t read, as they say.

Fanfic is the perfect starting point for a few reasons:

It places you in a creative box and forces you to work within those constraints

It does all the worldbuilding and character concepts for you

It lets you write way outside your comfort zone

When published and receiving feedback, it boosts your self-confidence

It's incredibly flexible

It’s practice. All practice is good practice

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Behold your creative box

When I was little I had no idea the majority of fanfic was shipping fics. I always pictured and looked for canon-divergent alternate universes. Like, what if X happened in this episode instead of Y? What if this character never died?

Fanfic demands you work within someone else’s canon, whether it’s an OC in the canonical world, or the canonical characters in an AU. These are like little bowling bumpers saving you from the gutter, but also keeping you on a straight-ish path toward the pins.

The indecisiveness of too many choices can be too intimidating when you’re first starting out. You want to be a writer but you have no idea where to begin, what genre to pick, what characters you want to chronicle, what themes you want to explore.

Even if it sits on your computer never to see the light of day, you still got those creative juices flowing.

Pre-packaged worldbuilding

Sometimes all we want is to get to the good stuff. Maybe I want to write a story about elemental magicians but Last Airbender already exists and I just want to play in a pre-existing sandbox. So I write some OCs into that world and have a free-for-all.

I don’t have to come up with my own lore, world history, magic system rules and mechanics, politics, geography—any of it. I get to just focus on the characters.

Even if you’re writing an AU, like say a coffee shop AU, you don’t have to think about brand new characters, you can just think “What would M do?” and go from there. The trade-off is your readers will expect canonical characters to behave in-character, but I think it’s worth it.

Stretch beyond your comfort zone!

Do you hate writing action scenes? Go practice with a shonen anime fic. Need work on dialogue? Write some high-fantasy fic, or a courtroom drama. Practice a fistfight by watching fistfights and writing what you see, and do it over and over again until what you read makes you feel like you're watching what’s on screen.

But beyond that—practice genres that you aren’t super familiar with. If you’re new to fantasy, write fantasy fic. Or a mystery novel/show, thriller, comedy, satire, adventure, what have you. The nature of fanfic still gives you those “guardrails” and you can get some brutally honest feedback on how you’re doing.

And, of course, the realm of M-rated romance and smut fics. I haven’t because I think I would die of embarrassment if I tried and I never intend to include sex scenes in my works anyway, but if you do want to, use the internet as your test audience. Post it on a throwaway account if you’re nervous.

Build that self-confidence!

The fandoms I used to write for are super dead, so it’s insane how I still get email notifications that so-and-so liked my fic to this day. Comments are as elusive as ever, but random strangers on the internet telling me they liked my work is a magical reassurance that my writing isn’t actually awful.

Random strangers on the internet are, as we all know, beholden to no moral obligation to be kind to your little avatar face, or be kind to be polite. So a rando taking the time to like my work or even leave a positive comment can feel more honest than one of my friends telling me what they think I want to hear.

I tend to avoid the more present aspects of fandom like online communities, forums, social media, what have you, so I get a delayed and diluted aspect of any given fandom through completed works. Which means, in general, I get to avoid the worst and most toxic aspects of fandom and get to sift through positive feedback and critique.

Even if your fanfic isn’t written with stellar prose, it’s fanfic. We don’t expect Pulitzer-prize winning content. And if your work isn’t up to snuff, people are more likely to just ignore it than put you on blast (at least in my experience, I never got a bad comment or a “flame” in the old FFN days).

Fanfic doesn’t care about the rules of published literature

On the one hand, try not to practice bad habits, but with this point I mean that your layout, punctuation, formatting, paragraph styles, chapter length–all of it is beholden to no rules. I get as annoyed as the next reader with giant blocks of paragraphs, or the double-spacing between pages of single-sentence paragraphs, but if the story’s good enough I might ignore it.

There’s more than just straight narrative fics, though. People write “chat” fics, or long streams of text and group chat conversations. The scene breaks can come super rapidly–I’ve seen fics with a single sentence in between line breaks to show the passage of time. And without the polish of a traditionally published novel, I’ve never seen a purer distillation of author voice in any medium more than fanfic.

All practice is good practice

Even if it’s crack fiction, or a one-off one-shot, or something meant to be lighthearted and straightforward and free from complex worldbuilding and intricate plots. It really helps break writer’s block when you can shift gears and headspaces entirely and you can get relatively instant feedback to keep you motivated.

Beyond that, the “guardrails” help you stay consistent as far as character growth and personality if you struggle with designing rich characters.

The most recent fanfic I wrote was just a couple years ago, for a dead fandom I didn’t think would get any traffic whatsoever. It wasn’t my original works, but the feedback on that fic gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get back into writing more seriously.

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In short, I support fanfic. I may not be proud of my earliest fics' prose now, but I am proud that they walked so I can now run.

#writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools #writing a book #writing #writeblr #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #ffn

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guess-that-ship · 2 months ago

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Guess That Ship Tournament Season 13: Badly Describe Your Ship! Submissions CLOSED

The Concept: You "badly" describe your ship* to me, I pick out the submissions which I find most funny and compelling and pit them against each other without revealing who they are, people vote on them, and their identities gets revealed once they’re eliminated.

Submission Guidelines

*For the purpose of this tournament, relationships do not have to be romantic in nature. (I’m sometimes going to use “ship” as a shorthand, just know I mean “relationships” in general.)

Relationship can be between any number of characters.

Real people are accepted if they’ve been dead for more than 100 years.

Roleplay characters are accepted as long as the description only pertains to the characters and not the players.

Crossover ships are only allowed if the crossover is official.

OCs are accepted. (However, OC x Canon is not accepted. Please do not submit other people's OCs without their permission.)

No overtly NSFW submissions. (Mentioning they have sex or are a sex worker is fine, but try to avoid anything more than that.)

Two submissions per person. (Do not submit the same ship twice. I cannot enforce this on Google Forms without forcing you to log in. So just be champs and respect this rule.)

Failure to follow these guidelines may result in all of your submissions being disqualified for this season.

Summary Guidelines

Selection Process: I will read through the list of descriptions submitted without reading their names and pick the most funny and compelling submissions. Then, I will check the name to make sure there's no repeats.

Bring something unique to the table. Make sure to describe their relationship, not just summarize the events of the story.

The description of a badly-described ship is ideally one or two sentences long. Descriptions should not exceed 100 words.

Descriptions should be based on canon, not headcanon. (e.g. You can say “they love each other” instead of “they’re lovers” if their romantic nature is debatable.)

Avoid author commentary. (e.g. "They're canonically x," "I love them," "Play/watch/read this," etc.)

Use canonical pronouns.

Avoid identifying information or setting specific giveaways. (i.e. ninja village, space necromancers.)

When submitting OCs, please make sure to at least put a name somewhere. (e.g. "John and Bob by anonymous" or "OCs by Joey.")

The more popular your ship is the more vague the description should be.

I will be more lenient with submissions this season, given "badly" is subjective, but you should still keep these guidelines in mind when writing your summary.

Exclusions

Ships that were accepted in Season 7 onwards and ships that at least reached the semifinals in Season 1-6 are not allowed. For a complete list, please look here. (No need to look through the whole list, just Ctrl+F to find the ship you want.)

Any submissions from Harry Potter will also not be included.

Notes

I will not vet the ships/pairings for problematic content.

If you participate in this tournament, know that you run the risk of unintentionally voting for your nOTP. The mod does not take any responsibility for any distress that may cause you.

There will be a limit of one ship per media in the bracket. You may submit two ships from the same media, but keep in mind only one ship will be able to get in. (A series or franchise will generally count as one media, but they will be evaluated on a case by case basis.)

Submit your ships here! Submissions will be open until Sunday, October 6th at 9 PM EDT.

Please reblog this post to spread the word! The more submissions, the better!

#tournament poll #submission call #tumblr tournament #s13

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kalpeavaris · 1 month ago

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Other than the AU gang do you have any murder drones ocs?

Oh, I am SO glad you asked anon! I've been waiting to spam my profile with my OCs but with my AU project going off lately I was hesitant if people would even be interested in original characters or even other stories that don't primarily involve the canon characters. :D

So let me hit you with the giant wall of text that is all this stowed concept art & story I have lying around waiting to finally be released (especially written, lol) Below the cut is all the information to my AU/own story set after the Absolute Solvers defeat in 3071.

Lemme introduce you to my personal project:

"Murder Drones: Echo"

“It takes a demon to kill an angel.”

Let's start with the most important stuff, the characters! This line-up is relatively fresh but it still misses 1-2 characters (especially SD-K) which I haven't finished designing yet. A little bit of info is written below the characters, buuut to add more context Imma just speedrun through them lol

Alot of these characters can be found on TOYHOUSE! (requires you to be logged in, sorry :c)

Serial Designation Y - Trans-masc host (build intended to be female presenting, doesn't love that though. He identifies with the male type much more and it shows). He's the secondary host to ECHO, the main antagonist of the story and has 6 wings (not feathered, they're shaped from membrane and take the shape of feathered wings).

Serial Designation D - A character that is also set on appearing in my MD AUs (like Synemy) - and she has appeared in the Synemy fanfiction before as a flashback character that worked with Cyn! She's a former maid and was rebuilt as Disassembly Drone by the Solver itself. As Dina (her true name) had feelings for Cyn she followed the Solver thanks to it using Cyns body as host. She's neither a good nor bad person in the story but rather a neutral force that just wants to be left alone.

Serial Designation X - A Communication Disassembly Drone that worked in a squad with K & T. She's fairly quiet and rarely talks and if she does, it's mainly to bring up good points. Or to insult someone because they're annoying, lmao. She wears glasses as she misses the main eyes DDs have (the yellow lights on the headband) - she's incredibly short sighted and therefore rarely ever involves herself in aerial fights. She uses close-combat techniques as she used to be a ring fighter before being rebuild.

Serial Designation T - The navigator of the 3-people-squad with X & K. He LOVES 1980s music and salvages places online & IRL for music and CDs. He's not above rick-rolling people. B) He met Kira in 3050s where his programming to kill Solver Hosts was overwritten by the Solver, causing him to become neutral towards her. One thing led to another and they had a child. Whoops! (they're madly in love)

You can also find more stuff on him (and Kira!) on their shared Pinterest Profile B)

Evie (also spelled "Eve") - Ts & Kiras daughter. Her body was constructed to be a hybrid of both a Worker Drone & a Disassembly Drone. She's the perfect middle ground of her parents (not only regarding her height). Her drive to kill Workers is not really present, though she can be very "feral" if she's starving. Still needs Oil to survive and cannot go into the sun - doesn't have nanite acids, but instead a stinger. T made sure not to give her acid. He's worried she'll hurt herself with it.

Kira ("ZWEI") - Kira is one of the Drones that was held at the Cabin Fever Labs similar to Nori and Yeva. She was number 24 (yes ik there's a name for that number in the show but since those names are names from workers on the MD staff team they're more easter eggs and less canon ig) and as a communication drone, her Solver gave her differing powers. She escaped from the labs in the mid 3050s after a botched patch and found herself an Outpost to reside in until she met T. Kiras antennas were able to pick up communication between the Solver & the landing pots, making her aware of the upcoming threat. Her existence as com-drone makes it easy for Echo to manipulate her as well as she cannot tune out incoming signals easily.

Motte - Motte is Echos main host (similar to how Cyn was to the Absolute Solver), with the exception that Echo doesn't inhabit her body all the time; only if it needs to speak through her. Motte is completely blind, her visor crached & her left eye replaced by Echos symbol that glows when she's in active possession. Before the possession she was a worker drone in Outpost 4 and quite a friendly individual. Ever since being possessed Motte is extremely paranoid, doesn't speak (semi-voluntarily, since she fears hearing her voice thinking it might be Echo). She's close with Y due to them sharing the same fate as hosts and he's the only person she allows around her. She's not evil or even slightly motivated to follow Echos commands, she's simply being used against her will (dw, she'll get her comfort to the hurt).

ECHO - main villain of the whole thing. Echo itself is a mutated line of code that seperated itself from the Absolute Solver code back in the Cabin Fever Labs when the humans experiemented with it. It mainly affects communication drones and was first seen within Kira, although it was patched from her and moved onto Motte for it's main host. It's a true neutral entity in the beginning, not differencing good from bad or even having slightly grey area understanding. It does *does*. In the evolution of the story Echo gains a pretty dangerous god complex, seeking out power beyond understanding. Other than the Solver it doesn't wish to satisfy hunger or seek out matter to consume, instead, it wants to experience true ascencion - human emotions and more. It's highly motivated by it's drive to know things, being inspired by human religion (especially christianity) with it's true form being a humongus Ophanim inspired burning wheel that is formed from biological matter, eyes and light.

Echo assumes a more "drone-like" appearance when not needing it's massive true form. It tries to imitate the Workers and well... fails, since it doesn't really look like any normal Worker Drone. It really loves halo symbolism which also results in it's powers and main emblem/symbol being a halo-like structure that manifests in it's victims eye. For that it usually destroys the eye in place. Echo is very capable, though not immortal. Like the Solver there is a way to contain it, but for spoiler reasons I won't share this for now!

(Not shown on this chart but imma share them anyways!)

Serial Designation K - K is one of the squad members that came to Copper-9 with T & X. While T and X slowly started to warm up to Kira and not actively killing the Workers anymore she herself was entirely disconnected from that. K is, to be frank, just fucking through the roof. She enjoys the Solvers task of killing off the life around planets and gladly does so. Stopping just because a Worker "is nice" isn't on her to-do list so she's... well, more or less excluded from the Squad which made her angry. On one hand - understandable, on the other hand she's killing everything she sees, sooo...

She's a minor antagonist in the story and serves as obstacle to go through. Even with the Solver gone K isn't convinced to stop which comes with a price to pay if you actively try to hinder people from finding their loved ones. :X

Alex - Alex is a human soldier from another exoplanet that wasn't yet destroyed by the Solver - the Iron system. He works in the IDF (iron defense force) and when the military on Iron-3 get the message that Solver activity has been spotted again in the Copper System (as well as Echos activity) he and his team is sent to Copper-9 to weed out the reminaing Solver Hosts (and later on Echo Hosts). Alex isn't the biggest fan of Drones but works with Iris to keep their mission afloat.

Iris - Iris is a Drone built to assist in military-grade operations. She's a bit similar to Disassembly Drones (though with differening looks) that is working with Alex' squad in order to destroy Solver Hosts & remnants still alive on Copper-9 to avoid another spread (not being aware that the Solver itself is contained and still alive... oh well... sounds like drama. Hehe.) Her name is an acronym for Intelligent Response and Information System.

So, what's the story? Is there anywhere I can look for stuff?

Well, the story right now is still being written & in draft form. It'll be released on my AO3 when it's presentable!

Basically the story plays after the Solvers defeat in 3071 and spans over a few months. It starts of with a semingly smaller mission of Evie searching for her parents who've gone missing after the Solvers defeat - trying to make sense from the entire situation only to stumble onto something WAY bigger than she (and the people helping her) anticipated in finding.

Will there be canon characters?

Yes! Since the B Plot of the story also revolves around humans trying to kill off the remaining Solver Hosts (and the Solver itself) canon characters will be included too. Obviously the characters from Outpost 3 such as Uzi, N & V primarily.

There will also be canon & fanon character interaction! B)

Anything else I could seek out for this story?

Check out this cool playlist I made for the story! It has edgy songs (woah! who could've thought when it's about MD?!), sad songs! (i love making characters suffer for plot purposes!), cool fight songs (NICE robots smashing each other to bits on the battlefield! B)) and much more (which will be expanded upon in the future hehe)

#murder drones #ask #anonymous #murder drones: echo #original characters #own characters #fancharacters #murder drones fanfiction #murder drones fanart #murder drones oc #aint gonna list all the OCs names for tag purposes LMAO too many of them #synemy

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Title: There's Something Wrong with Shinichiro Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: None. Side pairing Shinichiro x Unnamed Sano!OC Word count: 2306 Warnings: Dark!fic. Incest. Underaged teen pregnancy. Obsession. Forced Relationship. Emotional Manipulation. Swearing. Violence. Suicide. Canon divergence. Unbeta’d. *warnings are not exhaustive* Summary: There's something wrong with Shinichiro. Haruchiyo tries to get to the bottom of it. What he finds destroys everything he believes of the man. Shin is supposed to be the good one. Not this.

MAJOR MANGA SPOILER WARNING!

This fic mentions events in the manga that have not yet been shown in the anime. You have been warned.

Notes: I enjoyed writing this and the exploration in Sanzu's POV. It's a look at how desperation and fear can change a person and how distance can give the perspective needed to see the truth. I hope you like it.

There’s something wrong with Shinichiro.

It started after Mikey’s death. Maybe even before it but Haruchiyo wasn’t around for a lot of that. Juvie does a number is keeping one out of the loop. He doesn’t regret it though. Not after what he heard those assholes say. But Shinichiro…maybe it’s because he was gone that he can see the difference. It’s not a gradual thing.

Mikey died. A broken fucking fragile thing his friend never had any right to be. Emma left long before Haru got out. And people…he thinks people are forgetting there was another one. Another sister who was friends with his. He heard Takeomi say she ran away but Haruchiyo knows her as well as he knew Mikey. She wouldn’t do that. She was a fucking bleeding heart who tried hard to step up to take care of her family long before she had any right to. Shinichiro was supposed to be the eldest. He looked out for them. But then Mikey died and Shinichiro was going fucking insane which was saying something with how he knew people thought about him.

Haruchiyo tried to ask Baji. He tried to even ask his fucking brother who waved him off like it was nothing. When Takeomi ordered him to leave Shin alone and not go visit, he knew something was up. He knows something’s wrong and fuck Takeomi if he thinks he’ll listen to him. Haruchiyo isn’t a child anymore. He’s not afraid of his brother. Shinichiro was more of a brother to him than Takeomi ever was. If he can help him, he will.

So he goes to visit him.

But Shinichiro keeps him standing on the porch instead of inviting him in. It’s weird. Shinichiro was always welcoming to him. To any of Mikey’s friends. To anyone. It was part of why he was so popular, why he was a good leader. So the way he’s standing on the porch smoking, body angled in a way to keep Haruchiyo from even looking in the doorway sets his nerves on edge.

He doesn’t get let in. Shinichiro makes some excuse to go to work or the shop (he changed his story twice) and leads Haruchiyo away from the house before he ever realizes what he’s doing. It makes him suspicious and afraid. He attended Mikey’s funeral but he wonders if they never cremated Mikey’s body. If Shinichiro has some kind of shrine set up…but he wouldn’t do that. Shin wouldn’t let Mikey be unable to pass on. So there’s something else.

🪟

The next time he visits the house, he does when he knows Shinichiro is at work. He knocks on the door, but there’s no answer. He hears it though. Hears the soft sound of feet padding on the ground. Living in the type of home he did, surviving juvie without getting jumped, you pick up things. Including an acute sense of hearing to start.

He moves as quiet as possible around the outside, trying to find the right window. Mikey used to joke about sneaking out as teens when they were kids. Before…before the accident. It’s never locked. Not that anyone would attempt to rob a dojo.

He prys it open slowly, just enough that he can see first and freezes. She didn’t run like Emma. Instinct urges him to continue, to break in and demand what happened. He’ll fuck them up but there’s something warning him and he remembers sitting in Mikey’s funeral, watching Shinichiro grip his last sibling’s wrist tight, as if he was afraid she’d disappear too. It was chalked up to grief.

He swallows tightly, shaking his head as he tries to make sense of it. He’s wrong. He has to be wrong. But Takeomi ordered him to leave it alone, no one asks about her anymore and the former Black Dragons have made every excuse about Shinichiro’s losses. They helped spread the rumours that both girls are gone.

He closes the window as quietly as possible. And runs.

🪟

“What the fuck are we doing?” Baji complains as Haruchiyo drags him along.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Honestly, it’s a miracle Baji even let him because the two of them haven’t been friends in ages. He thinks it’s the curiosity of Haru demanding his presence. That he has something to show him. Baji is the only one who Haruchiyo knows will react the way he should. The way he reacted. Haruchiyo needs him to prove that he’s not insane. That his suspicions are right.

“Is this some fucking obsession thing? Does Shin know we’re here?”

“No,” he admits. “I was trying to see what was wrong with him and–” he can’t even bring himself to say it. Can’t air the thought that one of his heroes…

“He’s fucking grieving,” Baji says like everyone does. Haruchiyo shakes his head though and his former friend falls quiet. Thankfully just in time as they reach the house and sneak around to the same window.

Haruchiyo prys it open the same way and looks, praying that she’s in the same spot today. He sighs as he sees her. Folding laundry now and looking too domesticated. It’s not right. He nods towards the window and moves out of the way for Baji to see. The other boy gives him an exasperated look but steps into the space and peers in.

“What the fuck!?”

In the desperation for the truth, to know he’s not seeing things, he’s forgotten that Baji has never been quiet once in his life.

Baji shoves the window open completely and pulls himself up into it. Haru follows quickly. He got him into this after all…and he needs to know the truth.

She looks stunned to see them and a little scared which is ridiculous because they were friends. They are friends. “Yo–you can’t be here!” She says, looking around like she’s expecting something to jump out at them.

“Who the fuck knocked you up?” Baji demands, storming towards her. “Does Shin know? Fuck, course he does. Who was it? Are they still fucking alive or did the dragons kill them?”

Haruchiyo can only stare at her, watching as she looks around, clutching the shirt she’s holding. Her stomach protrudes enough to make it obvious. She’s probably going to be due soon. She’s too fucking tiny to look like this.

“You need to go,” she tells them after taking a deep breath. “Shin-nii doesn’t like visitors. Not anymore.” Something about the endearment, the honorific attached to his name sits like lead in Haruchiyo’s stomach. It’s nothing he hasn’t heard her say a thousand times before, but it somehow feels worse now.

“We’re not going anywhere until we get some fucking answers,” Baji stands his ground. “Why is everyone saying you ran away? We haven’t seen you in years! Who the fuck knocked you up? You’re fifteen!”

“Is it Shin?” Haruchiyo asks, finally cutting in. Baji looks at him like he’s insane and ready to take all his anger out on him for the sheer disrespect.

But then she looks away. She doesn’t protest the idea, doesn’t accuse him of telling lies and her silence is all the confirmation he needs. Baji seems to realize it too because he whirls back on her, staring at her in horror.

Haruchiyo feels like his world is collapsing around him.

Shinichiro is supposed to be the good one. The type of brother anyone could rely on. He was the type of person who laughed and nodded when his siblings’ friends called him ‘nii-chan’ and treated all of them like they were his little siblings too. He wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not Shin.

“What the fuck?” Baji asks again, quieter this time, like he’s having as much trouble believing it as Haruchiyo is.

“How–” his throat is tight. It feels like something is lodged in it. This is worse than seeing Mikey decrepit and fragile. “How long?” he chokes out.

“It’s not what you think,” she says quickly. “He…he needs me…”

“You’re fifteen!” Baji snaps. “He’s your fucking brother!”

She flinches at that. “I...I know. I didn’t…he needs me. We’re the only ones left!” she looks up at them pleadingly, as if trying to get them to understand.

For the first time in a long time, Baji and Haruchiyo look at each other and agree with each other without a word. “Bullshit.” They say at the exact same time.

“He does!” she insists. “Everyone’s gone! You don’t get it! We only have each other…we…he needs me. He promised he’d never leave!”

“Not like this,” Baji says. “This isn’t fucking right. Brothers don’t do this shit.”

“How would you know?” She snaps at him. “You don’t have any family.”

Baji scowls at her. “You’re my fucking family! You, Mikey, Emma! All of you!” He motions towards her. “No wonder Emma fucking ran if this was what would have happened if she stayed!” She flinches as he says it.

Haruchiyo steps closer. “You know this isn’t right,” he says quietly. He thinks of his own younger sister and the hell he’d reach if someone did this to her. He makes a mental note to get her as far away from Takeomi as possible. His brother knows. Even if he’s not doing it himself, the way he warned Haru away makes it obvious that he knows what Shin’s done. “Have you even seen a doctor?”

She swallows tightly, tears building in her eyes as she nods.

“Come on,” Baji says. “We’re taking you to my place. My mom will know what to do.”

“I can’t,” her voice cracks.

Haruchiyo leans down, cupping her cheeks with his hands as he meets her eyes. “You can. Trust us.”

🪟

It takes ten more minutes until she agrees. They take her to Baji’s mom like he said, sneaking around and making sure that none of the Black Dragons see them. They get her out of the city, to Baji’s mom’s relatives, as fast as they can. Baji makes a show of complaining in public about his mom trying to reform him by way of the countryside. Haruchiyo stays far from him, making it look like they’ve continued to be on the outs, to not be friends anymore. Haruchiyo can trust that Baji will protect her.

He takes responsibility for redirecting the Black Dragons, current and former, as well as Shin. Shin who devolves quickly, reacting first with anger only to sink further into his darkness. The man known to be charming enough to bring together opposing gangs can barely bring himself to leave his house, praying for the return of his sister and their unborn child. His friends, the men who followed him, tear the city apart.

Izana, leader of the Black Dragons, has his men drag Haruchiyo off of the street, demanding answers.

“You know, Shinichiro asked me to make sure you made it through juvie alive,” he tells him. “You asked about him. Why?”

“He picked me up when I got released.” Haruchiyo says, spitting blood out from the last hit. He glares up at the silver-haired man. “He seemed off. I wanted to make sure he was okay.”

“Why?”

“Because I owe him a lot.”

Izana scoffs at him, looking at him like he’s unworthy. “Where the fuck is my sister?”

Haruchiyo looks at him. “She’s not your sister.” He gets a kick to the face for that.

“She’s Shin’s, that makes her mine.”

Haru wonders what it is about her that’s making these men like this. If it’s Shin’s provocation, if it’s contagious or if it’s just the way she’s always been kind and trying hard to keep her family together that draws people into her.

He keeps his mouth shut.

🪟

He hears through Takeomi, through Wakasa, that Shin’s obsession has grown. Not only is Tokyo being torn apart, but Shin has apparently gotten it into his head that the problem is Mikey’s death. That if he can find a way to go back, he can fix everything. He can have his brother back. He can get his sister back and their child. His child.

It reinforces Haruchiyo’s belief that he’s doing the right thing keeping her out of the city.

🪟

“Please, Haruchiyo.”

Shin looks worse for the wear. His shirt is stained, hair unwashed and Haruchiyo thinks he hasn’t bathed in a few days. It’s almost sad seeing a man who was leader of one of the most powerful motorcycle gangs reduced to this. His grief is eating at him but instead of doing something about it, he’s spiralling.

The only reason he’s talking to him is because Takeomi called, demanding to know what the fuck Haruchiyo did. He’s the prime suspect but even with the fading bruises and threats from Izana, Haruchiyo gave nothing away. Shin apparently clung to that and tracked him down, finding him to beg the boy for answers. Haruchiyo thinks it’s pathetic, even if he’ll never say that out loud. What happened to the man he idolized?

“Where is she? Where’s my child?”

“I don’t know,” Haruchiyo answers. It’s not technically a lie. He doesn’t know exactly where she is. It’s better that way.

Shinichiro sighs and looks up to the sky. “This is all my fault.” For a moment, Haruchiyo’s hope rises at the admission. If Shinichiro realizes he fucked up, that there’s something wrong with him, he can get better. He can– “I should have chained her to the bed or some shit.”

His heart sinks. “What?”

Shinichiro shakes his head. “I lost them all. She…she was all I had. If Mikey hadn’t…I thought I found the answer. I really did.”

Haruchiyo watches in horror as Shinichiro gets closer to the edge of the bridge they met on. “Hey, wait! Stop!”

“We were happy,” he sees tears in the older man’s eyes. “I love her. I always have. No after how fucked up it was. Take care of them for me, alright? Tell my kid..tell them I’m sorry.”

Haruchiyo stares at him in shock, seconds too late to lunge forward and stop him from falling over the edge. He didn’t want this. Never this. “SHINICHIRO!”

🪟

Haruchiyo never thought he was insane, despite what people said about him. He always knew exactly what he was doing. But the moment he went from being glared at by a majority of people at Shinichiro’s funeral to being at home with a different series of memories in his head, he thought he finally cracked.

But there are scars on his face that he never had before.

Haruchiyo races, trying to find the truth. He heads for the Sano home as fast as he can and nearly crashes into Shinichiro headfirst. If Haruchiyo is confused then Shinichiro is just as surprised to know that Haruchiyo remembers everything. No one else does.

He thinks that’s the end of it. Shinichiro is alive. Mikey is alive. Emma hasn’t run away and the last Sano isn’t pregnant with her own brother’s baby. There is a relief that settles in his chest at the fact that everything is fixed. Shinichiro fixed it.

But then he sees the way Shin looks at his sister when he thinks anyone isn’t paying attention and Haruchiyo is forced to face the reality that this Shinichiro still loves her in every fucked up way imaginable. When he stares too long at her stomach, Haruchiyo wonders if he’s imagining the baby that he put there. That he left behind.

He can see the obsession in the man’s eyes, the guilt and the way he holds her too long when she hugs him. Haruchiyo stays around the Sanos more now and he would bet all the money he doesn’t have that Shinichiro has to force himself not to send him away. That would gain questions because Haruchiyo has always been welcome. Everyone has.

Then, out of nowhere, Shinichiro is killed.

An accident that Haruchiyo doesn’t really believe because who doesn’t know that SS Motors is Shin’s? Wouldn’t Mikey have taken his friends there? Guilt eats at him for the relief he feels. Haruchiyo doesn’t have to protect her from her own brother now that he’s dead.

He promised to keep her safe. Even if he didn’t get the chance to respond, the nightmares he has of Shinichiro falling off that bridge, of Mikey’s expression as he ripped apart his mouth and told him to laugh. It keeps him awake sometimes. Mikey never used to be like that. He knows that. Something changed. It’s the same feeling that led him to discover Shin’s secret, so he stays by the Sanos, stays at Mikey’s side, and watches.

Just because Shin is dead doesn’t mean shit. Not when Haruchiyo remembers the way Izana threatened him at Shinichiro’s funeral the first time, promising him that he’d find her and raise Shin’s kid as his own. Nor with the way he sees Mikey starting to spiral after Shin’s death and the way her and Emma are stepping up to take care of him. The way he clings to them, to her, like they’re the only thing keeping him standing.

He doesn’t trust the Sano men. Not with her.

He stays. He changes his last name to Sanzu, to get as far as fuck away from his own brother he still sees as complicit even if he never was in this timeline. He keeps in touch with his own younger sister, keeping Senju away from their own brother and using her to keep track of the Sano girls as he remains at Mikey’s side. He couldn’t save her from Shinichiro, but he can try from Mikey. From Izana.

He made a promise.

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#in which sanzu is the good guy #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers spoilers #sanzu fic #tw incest #tw teen pregnancy #tw forced relationship #sanzu haruchiyo fic #tw suicide

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