#drownout

[zsielous]

Watching through that new LEGO Dreamzzz has been fun. It's got some charm to it though sometimes the CG and writing is a bit... off-kilt to me.

It's got a few plot points that I think they can tie up still, but, well.

Gotta say the designs for the nightmares look incredible. I wish both Nightmare King and Night Hunter were slightly more competent to be truly threatening.

All in all, good drownout stuff. Hope they do more with the series.

[rainymeadows]

Masterpost of my #drownout2020 fics

Or at least, the ones I’ve done so far. Here’s a few things to read if you’re like me and would rather see literally anything other than p*rn of a preteen!

Hershel’s Secret Stash Professor Layton's family confront him about the secret box he keeps under his bed. Loosely connected to The Families of Jean Descole. Word count: 1,188

My Sunflower Des is confused. Who on earth lives in LA that his brother could be sending flowers to? Loosely tied to The Families of Jean Descole. Word count: 865

The (Not Very) Haunted House There have been strange occurrences around the Layton household. Alfendi and Katrielle think a ghost might be responsible, but could there be a more conventional explanation for the scratching, wailing and doors swinging by themselves? Loosely tied to The Families of Jean Descole. Word count: 1,679

The Comforts of Home Unable to sleep after that hellish witch trial, Hershel Layton finds himself alone with the only person as out of place in Labyrinthia as he is. Aka what Phoenix and Layton did while Maya and Luke were out searching for Eve. Word count: 3,033 words

Meeting the (Potential) In-Laws Des meets the man his brother is so enamoured with, but he isn't entirely sure if he likes this upstart American... Loosely tied to The Families of Jean Descole. Word count: 1,626

Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: The Dog and Duck Two men. Two glasses. One pub. Who will win in this epic showdown of liver against liver? Loosely tied to The Families of Jean Descole Word count: 4,535

The Layton Family Bake Peanut Butter Cookies And a good time is had by all. Loosely tied to The Families of Jean Descole. Word count: 3,051

Professor Layton and the Cursed Laptop One of the Professor's students comes to him with a terrible problem. Will he be able to solve it and save the boy from a fate worse than death? Word count: 818

Candle In The Wind Her favourite song comes on the radio... and the Professor can't bear to hear it and be reminded of everything he's lost. Set in the aftermath of Unwound Future. Word count: 1,722

Someone Saved My Life Tonight... Stumbling through the streets after a horrible attack, Hershel Layton is rescued by the last people he ever would have expected. Word count: 2,802

And while I’m here, I’d like to link a couple of fics that I didn’t write for the drownout, but that I’m proud of and would like to share nonetheless!

The Families of Jean Descole An imagining of the life of Desmond Sycamore, how he adopted the facade of Jean Descole and his furious vendettas, and what became of him once the world no longer needed either of those identities. Word count: 30,384

Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: The Frigid Melody A chance encounter on a northbound train leads Professor Layton and his young friend Luke to once again team up with the hapless lawyer Phoenix Wright, now accompanied by his sweet little daughter Trucy. At first, the Professor's latest mystery seems like a straightforward missing persons case, but after arriving in the haunted village of Fatargan, Layton and Phoenix soon realise that if they ever hope to make it out of here, they'll have to understand the village, its people, and each other. Word count: 154,319 (incomplete, 13 chapters posted out of 28 total)

[pammyloumendkens]

This Is My PlayList Of The Day

Have U Ever Had The Feelin' That U Reached A Wall...

And U Need 2 Cry SO Bad, But The Tears Won't Come Out...

And U've Got This Angel On UR Shoulder,Tellin' U There's No Greater Destiny Than Self-Worth;Tho ThroughOut UR Journey U Can't DrownOut That Devil On The Other Side,But U Can't Breach It All...No Matter How Much U Try...😩

[plangentia]

sometimes i think about the footprints that are preserved in rivers and streams, hiding traces of the distant past in their waters, trying to drownout the last words and steps and legacies of these nameless people from thousands of years ago, reduced to nothing. and yet their footsteps remain. telling the story that the river and the land almost silenced

[anti-anti-a-la-bi-bi]

The professor Layton drownout shit did nothing but give ao3 moderators more work

[cayenne-twilight]

Thanks for helping out with drownout! As a request, could you write a lil fic about the bostonius crew doing something fun! Idk like game night, going to a festival, the girls forcing sycamore to do his hair differently or smt. Go wild!

Aurora turned the apple over in her hand, inspecting the freckles and imperfections on its skin.

“You know, I can peel them if you’d like, and you could take over beating the eggs. It would be faster,” Emmy said. She had been whisking quite vigorously: a show of strength considering Raymond’s kitchen was well enough equipped to use an electric mixer.

Aurora considered, but declined the offer. There wasn’t much else she could help with, even if she was moving a lot slower than Emmy and Raymond. Of course, as a butler, Raymond made it his business to know exactly what he was doing. Emmy shared his confidence, but after watching her stumble trying to fish with her bare hands in Kodh, Aurora figured she walked into all situations this way.

Raymond silently took the knife from Aurora’s hand and replaced it with a peeler. The process became a bit smoother after that, and the three soon found themselves with a dough-lined pan full of sticky apple filling. Raymond expertly laid strips of dough into a lattice and crimped the edges.

Emmy whisked it off the table and walked backwards towards the open oven, “go see if the boys set everything up. I’ll be right there.”

Aurora came out into the living area preceding the Bostonius’s cockpit. Professor Layton, Professor Sycamore, and Luke were sitting around a Monopoly board complete with stacks of cards and piles of colorful fake notes. Aurora sat next to Luke who was fiddling with the terrier piece, and asked him to explain the premise of the game. He finished right as Emmy returned, and the game began.

After a bit of banter Layton was entrusted with the banker position since he was capable of both basic math and not cheating. Everyone took turns rolling the dice and claiming properties until most of the board was occupied.

Aurora pulled a card as the square she landed on instructed her to. “Go to jail? But what crimes have I committed?”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, silly. That’s just a handicap the game throws at you”, Luke said.

“But it doesn’t seem fair. I haven’t committed any sort of fraud, and I’m pretty sure I counted my notes correctly when paying rent.”

“Tell them, Aurora,” Emmy said. “Fight the injustices of big business.”

Professor Sycamore said, “I’m sure you’d be singing a different song if the dice were in your favor.”

“I have an idea. Let’s overthrow Desmond and redistribute his wealth.”

“Now, now,” Layton said. “Remember, we are playing Monopoly, not a tabletop RPG. I’m sure you’ll recover from your temporary incarceration, Aurora dear.”

Luke rolled the dice and moved his terrier to the square with a tap icon.

“Pay up, squirt,” Desmond said.

“I’ll show you waterworks,” Luke snarled, handing over the payment.

“I’ll line your pipes with lead.”

Emmy landed on one of Desmond’s squares as well, looking down at the paper money in front of her.

“Uh oh, looks like someone is going to have to mortgage her boardwalk,” Desmond said with a fake pout.

“I’m afraid the power of wealth is getting to your head, Professor,” Layton said.

“Unless…” Desmond drawled. “I make you a little deal.”

“No way.”

“Give me the boardwalk and you won’t have to pay me rent on any of my squares this time and the next two.”

“Oh don’t even start with deals. If we start making deals we’ll lose track of them and this will all be a big mess.”

Layton borrowed a notepad from Luke. “I am perfectly capable of documenting and supervising complex business transactions.”

A beeping noise rang out from another room.

“Thank Christ the pie is finished,” Emmy said, stretching. She left for the kitchen, leaving Desmond’s cocky offer in the air.

Raymond looked into the kitchen, “gloves, dear.”

“Oh yes, of course.”

The game paused, a moment of quiet save for the chorus of chewing. Aurora picked small forkfuls off of her slice, savoring it. Suddenly, she felt a small pit form in her stomach. Why? Did she develop an intolerance to apples or something? … Was this guilt…? For what, enjoying a sardonic little board game? This isn’t what you’re supposed to be doing, Aurora. You weren’t made to waste this much time. Shut up. This wasn’t a waste of time. This was just a fun evening well spent with her travelling party. She thought back to the blemishes on the apple peel and looked down at her own smooth hands. There’s a lot they don’t know. Christ, there’s a lot I don’t even know about myself yet.

Luke broke her out of her trance, “cor blimey! My compliments to the chefs!”

“Luke, my boy. It’s hardly been two minutes and you’ve already inhaled that sizable slice. Did you forget to chew again?”

“I chewed very well, mind you. It’s just a testament to the pie’s quality.”

“Why thank you,” Emmy laughed. “It was a group effort, eh Aurora?”

Aurora smiled, “yeah. It was.”

Raymond collected their plates, and the game resumed once more. Aurora could scarcely believe these were the same people who were fishing together in harmony a few weeks ago on their last day in Kodh. Despite the witty jabs and sly attempts to collect all properties of the same color, Aurora knew everyone really did care for each other.

She looked at the “get out of jail free” card she had just drawn and Desmond’s boot sitting in the prison tile. An uncharacteristically devious smile crossed her face as she held up her card and said, “I propose an auction”.

Everyone froze in shock. Desmond had stacks to spare, but even Layton was willing to pay for his downfall. Emmy and Luke ended up pooling their money into a winning bid in the joint effort to screw Desmond over, and whoever landed in jail first got to use the card.

Aurora found herself laughing all throughout the auction, collecting her considerable payment in return. Many ages have passed, and men are still absolute fools, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

[aquamarineglow]

I wanna help with the drownout by writing a rook and bishop fanfic but I suck at writing.

But I have so many ideas.

So I might give it a go.

Might take a while.

[justmaghookit]

drpepperphd replied to your post: i keep remembering i have my sis’ netflix now so i...

theres a movie on netflix called “i no longer feel at home in this world anymore” its like a black comedy with elijah wood it gets a bit gorey but its such a good movie i recommend watching it

black comedy with elijah wood??? my jam????

[jean-despacito69]

For the drownout

I'm not sure I can help because my interest moved to smile for me

BUT if you're up to cringe content I'll write something about an au me and my gf made where Desmond adopts Boris and after being separated for a while they reunite

I'll do it with NO regrets

[layton-fanfic-library]

Hey I was wondering If you could maybe reblog some of the fics posted for #drownout2020. They are all in effort to help "drown out" the paedo fanfics that are posted on the Layton tag lately. I think your blog would be able to spread to a wide audience to raise awareness which would be great. (Im also taking fic requests atm for drownout as well)

Hi, I’ll definitely reblog as many fics as I can! I’ll tag it as wholesome, fluff content :) Thanks for letting me know!

[tonio-1984]

Not just with my commute I do it 2 #DrownOut everybody & everything #AllDaTime I plays no games #MusicIsLife 🎧🎧🎶🎶🎵🎵📱📱🎼🎼🔊🔊 (at Metro Center station) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpzyWh8Fbu-Uc8JJc-QxHSYB7u7cQ6l8m_o5Fg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ta0th6wc68b5

[fanfictalkdotcom]

Lucy Weasley, lesbian. 

Character aesthetic for HPFT Pride Month. 

Headcanon submitted by @drownout-thenoise, graphic by @galadrielhpft.

[gryffindor-fanfictalk]

When the Walls Won’t Hold (chapter 8) by 1917farmgirl

Merlin Novel

Summary: Merlin reacts on instinct to save Camelot and Arthur from an ancient curse, in front of Uther Pendragon. And now suddenly destiny is unraveling and nothing will ever be the same again.

About Writing by Unwritten Curse

Original Poetry

Summary: A poem about teaching the "right" things.

Essence of Revenge (chapters 34-35) by tgfoy

Rebuilding Era Novel

Summary: The battle was over. The victors woke into a new dawn, a new era had been born. They were free to live, free to find happiness, free to love. But a cloud drew across their world almost unnoticed, a darkness gathered strength. A new plot conceived. Vengeance approached. Harry must face a new battle, a war for his very being. A story of the 14 months after the battle of Hogwarts.

I Don’t Smoke by poppunkpadfoot | @poppunkpadfoot

Remus/Sirius One-Shot

Summary: “I don't smoke," says Remus, which is a lie and Sirius knows it, because they've been here so many times over the last few months, and Remus always takes the cigarette when Sirius offers. (Because he'll take whatever Sirius will give him, even if it's only half a cigarette, or just one night before they go back to pretending nothing's happening.)

Yaxley (chapter 16) by Sleepingbagonthesofa | @drownout-thenoise

Sirius/OC Novel

Summary: “Sirius, this isn't a game.” Cassiel Yaxley starts her Seventh Year at Hogwarts attacked from both sides. Her sympathies lie with one, her family are on the other. Haunted by dark marks and hunted by people she once called friends, there's only one thing she's sure of: Sirius Black should be avoided at all costs.

9.9 Out of 10, Highly Recommend by ShadowRose | @legally-gryffindor

James/Lily Modern AU Novel

Summary: 2 bets. 10 days. Endless shenanigans.

[anti-anti-a-la-bi-bi]

"Professor Layton drownout" was that STILL GOING ON????? OMG I left Layton fandom well over a year ago because they literally COULD NOT stop whining about ships they hated daring to continue to exist elsewhere are they STILL DOING THIS (I wasn't even into those ships myself but OMG the shipwank was annoying. Also the fandom had a LOT of Exclusionist and TERF artists lurking in the tags. I'd keep blocking them and more and more would show up). Layton fandom truly will never change it appears

No, I just went through the tag to block the few that haven't blocked me yet. They can fuck off for wasting the moderators' time and energy. The ace attorney fandom is equal levels of annoying. Took me ages to find a roleplay partner who didn't shoot me down because I didn't bash problematic ships.

[downn-in-flames]

W, P and M for the fanfic asks! 💕

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

i love all sorts of prompts, but i adore the more specific ones. my christmas fic this year was based on a combination of different two prompts (and as a result, pretty specific, lol): “enemies to lovers bakery AU called just desserts”  and “[insert character] having negative feelings towards a holiday and gradually growing to like it.” i also adore specific quotes or lyrics as prompts - @drownout-thenoise once jokingly told me to work “better than revenge” into a chapter of my next-gen novel, and i took her seriously and had way too much fun with it.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

i am SUCH a planner in real life that it’s actually kind of alarming how little i plan when i write. i usually have like, maybe one scene in mind when i start writing a one-shot, and the rest just happens. with the dc tinder fic, literally the only planning i had for that story before just diving right in was james’ tinder bio and a note of “and they’re gonna kiss on election night.” the rest of the story was entirely unplanned. i still don’t know where the hell half of that story came from, tbh. i am ~marginally~ better with planning out multi-chaps, but not by much. so i’m a gardener, all the way.

M: Got any premises on the backburner that you’d like to share?

ooh yes! i’m currently working on the first chapter of a jily multi-chap for a challenge on @hpfanfictalk that’s “[blank] meets [blank],” and i’m doing brooklyn 99 meets how to lose a guy in 10 days. so, muggle police precinct setting with a lot of canon characters slotted into b99 character roles (including a painting of a phoenix named cheddar and a corgi named fawkes), combined with the joint bets of ‘make a girl fall in love with you’/ ‘make a guy dump you.’ it’s going to be around 6 chapters of general hilarity and slightly ridiculous rom-com tropes.

also @shit-sass-and-sarcasm has been trying to get me to write a very specific christmas jily fic for like.... 8 months now? so i’m trying to write that for her at some point, but it probably won’t happen until christmas this year. it involves james potter in a reindeer onesie.

ask me fanfic things!

[wearedailypoets]

Personal Ambition and the Civil Wars

the rug, my dear, has been yanked out from under me...

the rug, my dear,has been yankedout from under methe light, my dear,has been fadingfrom my windowthe fault, my dear,is difficult, evenineffective, to pinthe dreams, my dear,are swirling, liquidand quicksilverthe music, my dear,is too loud to drownout my anxiety