#does this count as a fan fic?

[blabberoo]

so theres this one fic....

[orion-archives]

MegaSound Week - 2024

Day 7: Free!

"So, what do you think?"

Soundwave, who has finishing adjusting the black cloth —that worked as what here on Earth would be a tank top— with 'System of a Down' written on it with white in his chest, looked up at the owner of that deep, raspy voice he loved to hear so much. Behind his visor, Soundwave's eyes widened in surprise.

Megatron was hovering over the smaller mech. The warlord had black and red face paint on him, lines the color of blood tracing his markings and a dark shadow masking the top of his face. Megatron still held the palette —probably stolen from Knockout— in one of his claws, the other with the used brush on it. He wore a similar piece of clothing to Soundwave, except his said 'SOAD' with red letters.

The warlord also had a thin crest that resembled the one he used to wear back at Cybertron, not as fluffy or big as the original but similar enough to give Soundwave a pang of nostalgia.

"Do I look handsome to you, Soundwave?" Megatron said with a teasing voice.

Soundwave let out a mute chuckle and caressed his conjunx's chin. He would always look perfect in his eyes.

"You are flattering me as always, Soundwave," purred Megatron, enjoying his conjunx's touch. He laid down the palette and brush before wrapping his arm around Soundwave and start walking. "Come on! We are gonna be late and I'm not missing my favorite band!"

Sooo... this one was supposed to be attached to a a full fanfic but I wasn't able to finish it on time. Oops–

Have them kissing mid concert:

[oneshotgremlin]

First impressions on Fake Peppino Friday (aka how Pep and Fep first met in my interp):

(Context: Back in the earlier versions of pizza tower, the tunnel chase was a lot harder, and there’s this one drop that immediately goes into an overhang. When I say that I tried SO many times to grab slide through it but because of how little space there was I just KEPT GRABBING AT THE WALL OH MY GOD

Anyways, I like to keep my failures in my interpretation. Adds a je ne sais quoi to some of the character dynamics [judgement and concern])

No because this is actually so funny if you think about. Imagine being in Fake Peppino's shoes, right?

You're alone in in your restaurant. Waiting. Anticipating. And then you hear it. Footsteps.

You turn around and you see...You. You, but not. The You you've been watching on static riddled TV screens. The You you've heard your pizza-headed creator curse out so much, yet fail to measure up to.

It's the You you should've been.

You scream and you scream with him. "He can't get past you. Don't let him get to staff only." It's the one task your creator drilled into your head, above pizza making.

You attack.

And you can't keep up with him as you fight. Even in person, giving everything you've got, even getting some hits in, you still fail to compare to him.

But when the floor beneath both of you breaks, and he speeds away running for his life, he crashes into an overhang in the tunnel you've fallen in.

As he panickedly scrabbles against the dark stone, you finally catch up to him and. Bite. Down.

The world goes black. Then you're standing back in your restaurant. You aren't entirely surprised, nothing truly stays dead or destroyed in this tower. From the levels to the pillars to even the people, they all come back one way or another.

You hear footsteps. You turn around.

It's You.

...[TWO HOURS LATER]...

Oh Cheesus Crust it's You again.

You don't know how many times he's gone through your boss room, and at this point you're too afraid to keep count.

He doesn't even scream after walking in anymore. Neither do you. You're unspeakably worried for this man's sanity, assuming that it exists in the first place (you're less and less sure it does with every reattempt he makes).

You're not actually sure if he's even trying to get past you at this point. If anything he's decided to have a blood feud with one particular overhang in the tunnel and is somehow sorely losing.

Again.

At this point, you're pretty confident you know every single Italian and American swear in the global lexicon, along with some new ones that were invented within the last two hours alone.

As you once again catch up to him, you don't even bother biting him. Clearly getting repeatedly crushed into pulp is not the deterrent it is for every single other creature in this tower. You scruff his shirt with your teeth and carry him out and he just lets you like he did for the past hour or so. Soon enough he'll be back re-doing the same song and dance you've done for 2 hours straight before racing off to fistfight The Wall.

You don't know what this man's malfunction is but maybe you should be a little grateful that you aren't entirely like him after all.

(Bonus doodle for the peeps that read through it all):

[quibvsposts]

i’m absolutely obsessed with Regency au Dreamling from the wonderful fic, Risk and Reward by @signiorbenedickofpadua

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

What a fool

Using the @flashfictionfridayofficial’s prompt #FFF257 Count the days, I have written Wakamiya/Nazukihiko’s POV of the terrace scene. Thank you Flash Fiction Friday for this opportunity.

Fandom: Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Wakamiya/Nazukihiko, Yukiya, mention of Lady Azusa and Shiratama

Word count: 919

Warning: if you haven’t seen the 10th episode let me tell you that there are a couple of spoilers ahead.

LIKE everything else, Wakamiya could sense it when someone was in the Main Shrine. The palace had become a part of him akin to a heartbeat that he knew it at once if there was an intruding presence.

Carefully treading the wooden steps to the rooftop terrace, he caught a glimpse of a figure wearing a sky-blue kimono lounging on the railing. The way it leaned on the bamboo terrace was familiar. It still surprised him that Yukiya willingly went up there without any qualms. Something bothered the boy.

“Yukiya,” the prince softly called his attendant’s name lest the pubescent would think of jumping to the ground and injuring himself in the process.

“Your Highness?!” Yukiya’s big midnight blue eyes shone in the pale moonlight. They fascinated him.

“Did I startle you?”

“You did and I was ready to run away!”

Wakamiya did not know why but he found the statement so funny that he let out a half-suppressed laugh. He knew the many times Yukiya would love to hit him in the face. Too bad for the boy because he knew how to defend himself.

There was brief silence between them when he remembered Lady Azusa’s letter of request if he could give Yukiya a few days off to celebrate his 14th birthday coinciding with the Lunar Festival.

One of the princesses, Shitarama, Yukiya’s cousin, turned 14 when she arrived at the Sakura Blossom Palace to join the rite. However, it was strange to refer to Yukiya as a mere child when his cousin was already regarded as a woman when their birthdays were only a few months apart. Unbeknownst to everyone, the girl already had a lover back home.

“Cannot sleep? Is everything all right?” This was unusual. Staying up late was not on Yukiya’s routine since he started working for him.

“My mother asked me to visit them for the moon-viewing in a fortnight.”

Ah. Of course, the only thing he must do is ask me. Or better yet, tell me in my face that he is going to visit them without expecting if I would give my assent or not. Why is he so reluctant?

“It is also your 14th birthday. It is only proper to grant the Lady Azusa’s request even if it means you are going to leave me for a few days.”

He could not help giving off that sadness on his voice which made Yukiya turn to him.

“Your Highness?”

The prince shook his head. At the age of 14 he was somewhere else away from Yamauchi because every day he had to be mindful of his life not to be in danger. Once when the Empress called his audience, a few minutes seated before her, he sensed the numbness on his fingers and toes, was sweating and could not stand up. Breathing became laborious. He asked to be dismissed at once. When Natsuka found him in his bedchamber, he noticed that his little brother did not look well.

The cause of it all was the karon incense that the Empress was so fond of. Calming at first, but deadly with the large doses if the human body was not used to it. For years, he developed ways to withstand the sedative effect of the incense that could only be imported from the Southern Territory.

Yukiya then looked at him with the pain in his eyes that the Crown Prince could not discern if it was pity or affection.

“You need me,” the boy said. For now, there was a change on Yukiya’s vocal cords. A slight one, nonetheless. His physique gained a bit of muscle mass as his sparring with Sumio became more intense wanting to know if there was anything else to improve. He observed the boy practise every day, who never shied away from what he was capable of. He knew that if another attempt again would ever happen, he could rely on Yukiya to defend him or fight with him on his side.

“I do,” he said softly. Suddenly, the urge to reach for him, to touch the boy’s face, was so strong but the way he looked at him with so much intensity stopped him from doing so. Alas, their kimonos touched. Wakamiya counted the days until he could ascend to the throne. It was a requirement that Yukiya as his kin’ju to move in to one of the rooms in the upper floors of the Main Shrine, close to the emperor’s suite, like it had always been thousands of years ago.

A thought came up to him: What a fool to put all his trust to one person.

He wanted to tell him how in diverse ways he was important to him. The teenager, on the other hand, turned red on the face and leaned his arms on the handrail.

And now you are hiding away from me.

Wakamiya’s left hand was an inch closer to Yukiya’s hair. He heard the boy whine softly as if in pain.

“Your bed is calling for you,” Wakamiya could only say.

“I will come back per our agreement,” Yukiya assured him.

“Of course. I expect you to.”

The boy wished him good night and headed toward his bedchamber.

As the sound of footsteps slowly ebbed away, Wakamiya started to shiver as the biting cold filled his lungs. He then inserted his hands inside his kimono sleeves to warm them up and let out a sigh that he was keeping for so long.

He waited for the sunrise to come.

tbc

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So enamoured of the Yatagarasu universe I don’t blame everyone who’s enchanted by it. This is Yukiya’s POV. Full AO3 link here.

[hungrydolphin91]

I love the niche running joke in Tales games of the Character Who Is Really Bad at Naming Things. Like you've got Karol, who to be fair is literally 12, trying to name the first ever spirit "The Splishy-Splashy Water-Colored Queen." You've got Asbel infamously changing Richard's name to "Tiger Festival" (and I think in the spin off games he also comes up with "Dragon Festival" and "Panda Party" but I could be remembering wrong). And then you've got Velvet who is entirely uncreative, changing the malak Laphicet's nickname from "Laphi" to "Phi" and coming up with potential nicknames for Magilou like "Magi," "Lou," and "Bookskirt," to name a few. It's such a silly trope but it makes me laugh every time 😂

[watereddownjoke]

ONE WHEAT MARK KISS????

[selineram3421]

This isn't really an ask but I saw your post talking about writing a song for Falling Snow and since I was already having a hard time getting to sleep I decided to throw something together.

I based it on some of my own anxieties I have projected onto y/n of not feeling wanted as you are, based on some of the events that have happened in the story (e.g. their friends sacrificing them, coming from a rough home life, Kyle wanting to date them, and now Heaven insisting they lie about their experience in hell). I wrote the song as a ballad depicting their frustration with how they've been treated in the past, finally finding someone who wants them as they are, and then losing that person to be forced to change for others once again.

The lyrics and music are simple and I definitely don't expect this to be a final product since it is just something I put together while sleep-deprived, but I hope they help you figure out what you'd like to do for the character's song.

[Verse 1] In the quiet night, I’m lost in my own mind

Brush strokes of doubt, colors indestinct.

I see the world through weary eyes,

Hiding away, force to tell their lies.

[Chorus]

I can't be their blank canvas,

To paint with shades of who they want me to be.

I'd be a masterpiece if allowed the chance,

To find myself.

[Verse 2]

Caught in the tangle of expectations,

Hiding behind a mask of false creations.

But deep inside, a fire burns bright,

Longing to break free and embrace the light.

[Bridge]

So I'll pick up the pieces, one by one,

Reveal the truth they’ve been hiding from

My canvas bares scars, stories entwined

Incomplete portraits of dreams, scattered, undefined.

[Verse 3]

Then you came, a shadow in the night,

Embracing me with crimson charm, a mesmerizing sight.

Together, we waltzed, our hearts astray

You and I too quickly pulled away.

[Chorus]

I can't be a blank canvas,

To paint with hues that mock my identity.

I'm a soul with depth and purpose,

Yearning to show my true intensity.

[Verse 4]

Now you've vanished, leaving echoes in your wake,

I'm left alone in this realm, a hollow ache.

Once again, I'm shackled by society's guise,

Longing for the day when authenticity rises.

*me trying not to cry in class* I love it.

[just-off-beat]

Fan-Fic Tuesday is Back!

I still haven’t finished the thing I’m working on and my Doctors appointment got pushed back so… Yeay I say with absolute disgust. However, I’m back to the regular schedule.

Today’s fan fiction recommendation is ‘My Delorean Rides Warp 3.65’ by Sherifflauren.

It’s an older story published in 2014 and is definitely worth the read if you have not yet. At 20 chapters and 76,714 words it is a wonderful story to really sink your teeth into. Taking place in an alternate universe Jim Kirk crash lands on Vulcan during Earths first Warp flight. As always I encourage you to go and give this author all the kudos and comments you can!

Here is my fan art for this wonderful story. I do apologize for the quality and this was done in my sketchbook and I am a firm believer in sketchbooks being for doodles not masterpieces 🖖

[bookofmac]

Truly amazing to me how people bagged on Avatar for having 'no fandom' for years and yet when i write two fics in the week after i saw the film they get a higher engagment than any other work ever has. it's been an incredibly nice experiance

link here to the series for the curious link

[constantlymisspelled]

I’ve done it... again

I got stuck at home for two days, and decided to try my hand at rewriting the Star Wars Sequels like I’ve been threatening my friends with since we first watched them all that time ago. Like, there is so much stuff there that could have been great, except they ruined it, because of course they did, so I went feral and channeled my inner martial arts movie and dark sci fi fantasy hind-brain and now you lot are gonna be stuck with it when it's done. I don’t even think I’ll write it like a full novel, just a script and concept art of what could have been if Disney had the nerve to even put in an effort.

(Oh, and I’m still going to bring back Palpatine. They let that cat out of the bag, you know I’ve got to try and make it make sense. It’ll probably never work, but I can still try. I’ll upload the general plot later.)

[sollucets]

am i gonna have to. actually thoroughly watch uwma and not just zoom through the series for winteam,,,

[thunderpounce-inc]

Inc's wacky fan continuity idea: Transformers: Autowar

Expanding on this idea, because I have been reading too much Orion's Arm again (it's REALLY GOOD if you like sci-fi!)

Setting goes that Unicron and Primus are some unknown agent's feral autowars, abandoned like aquarium fish dumped in a stream to become invasive species. Both are non-self-aware animin transaptient (aka AI that gets so smart it becomes like a human is to an animal) manufacturing bases, and the actual transformers are their modosophont combat units.

Meta, the goal is turn Transformers into starfish aliens (kind of) while keeping largely the same themes and shapes

Also yes I know much of this is kind of inherently softer sci-fi than OA, merging something with Transformers kind of requires one to let things get a little silly. I have a great temptation to get VERY SERIOUS with this but I have enough overly thought out projects, let's let the transformers be a little silly,,,

The Quintessons at one point find these feral autowars and try to tame them for their own uses, but it goes badly when the transformer units themselves revolt.

A late-stage major conflict of the story will probably be galactic pest control being called under the command of 'we heard someone very irresponsibly dropped off a bunch of autowars out here in the middle of nowhere to become someone else's problem. what do you MEAN the combat units are sophont?!'

An overarching conflict would be the fact that the transformers war itself is old but also illogical; the original conflict Unicron and Primus were built for is long over, and is only continued out of something akin to an instinctual drive. All transformers are (usually) built by Unicron (Decepticons) or Primus (Autobots), and both of those make new transformers with the explicit purpose of using them to try to kill the other. And of course, the individual transformers themselves perpetuate it because 'well HE killed my conjunx and SHE committed a war crime and THEY just piss me off because I have been having my ass whopped by them for the past 1,000 years-' and so on. People are petty, vengeful creatures and that applies to robot people too. Especially if they are very hard to kill and so the bombastic near-ritualistic combat isn't as dangerous as it seems. (revel in the over the top nonsense. bake it into the worldbuilding! give it consequences!)

The world I have in mind for this is a little more OA flavored inevitably; late late late space age, but a bit tumultuous despite the prevalence of things like mind uploading and morphological freedom and ascension.

Transapient Optimus would be a really funny idea, I think. OP who is unimaginably wise because he's breached the first toposophic barrier, and sometimes makes decisions that seem to predict the future or deal with problems everyone else didn't even notice were happening. But who also sometimes acts in bizzare and seemingly illogical and irrational ways because he is aware of facts that are just not comprehensible to modosophonts. Megatron inevitably has to also to be transapient to stand up to OP with any hope of not immediately crumpling, but maybe it would be funnier to hand that role to Soundwave, who in continuities like TFP sometimes feels like the guy who's ACTUALLY running the show. The Matrix of Leadership, obviously, would be some manner of transapientech/clarketech, maybe given by Primus to upgrade one of their units to S:1.

Overall the idea is pretty much a transformers/Orion's Arm crossover since it's basically injecting OA ideas into a TF setting.

Feel free to do with this rough idea as you please! make modifications, speciate it, whatever c:

I share it because it's fun, not to like claim it as the ultimate authority

[lilbitosunny]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRCQdd8L/

HI HELLO I HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!!

Spoilers for Chapter 10 of Mockingbird!!

[crazywolf828]

So anyway this was the picture I posted on blusky since apparently ocs get better treatment over there than on Tumblr😅

This is @rockystar11's oc Sabrina, who is in a rival band against Aniyah they're both in different bands and are very gay for each other but pretend they're enemies to the public because it drums up attention (they're secretly best friends, fwb, and pining for each other so damn hard but play up the rivalry for the media)

Anyway find more about them on Rocky's post here😌

[cescalr]

My problem is I only want to write for things I currently have brainrot for. If you've been following my exploits lately you'd. Know. The issue. With that.