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Sometimes my sketches are neat and tidy. Sometimes they are... less so.

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THE WIP LIST IS BACK!! Tell me more about Broadcasting Live From Daybreak Town? That sounds like it's probably an entertaining one, haha.

(For this)

YEAH!! WIP LIST!!

Would you believe me if I said it’s angst? lol

So, I love taking a pieces of the Daybreak Town backgrounds and just making a whole fics about them. I’ve done it with the Marketplace, I’m gonna do it with the Moogle Shop, and this one is specifically about the radios.

The original idea was a radio broadcast from a local station (run by an unhappy conspiracy driven Dandelion) right when the glitches started to get bad. It’s kind of evolved into a Brain and Ven centric fic where Brain has to not only deal with his own anxieties, but also needs to help Ven process that some people are just determined to blame them for things that aren’t their fault because of their position (something I discovered while writing this post… thank you for helping me figure that out, you’re gonna solve my whole block for this fic lol).

Snippet under the cut

Disclaimer: This is a WIP. All things are subject to change

“As our home gets overrun by flashing colours and ghosts from a time passed, the Union Leaders remain ever silent. I’m sure the question of whether or not they know what exactly is going on has crossed each of our minds at some point over the course of this strange day. And the Union Leaders seem uninterested in our pursuit of answers, keeping themselves locked up in the Clocktower, turning everyone who approaches them away for something of supposedly higher importance. Could they be trying to fix this problem, or could it be that they are the ones causing it.” Brain stopped typing. His teeth ground against each other. “Their refusal to give us an-”

“Ven, turn the radio off,” he barked, not watching his tone.

 I have more important things to focus on. I can’t let myself be distracted by conspiracies on the radio.

“The Union Leaders have…” There was a moment of hesitation before Ven placed his finger on the button. Suddenly the radio’s volume peaked. “abandoned, abandoned, abandoned, abandoned-” the word repeated, each delivery the same as the last, but slightly distorted, wrong. 

Ven jumped backwards and nearly out of his skin, hands swiftly covering his ears. The younger wielder shot Brain a wide eyed look just as the whole broadcast drowned in static.

They both knew what had happened, but that didn’t make the event any less startling. The host and their crew must have been caught in a glitch.

Brain winced at the thought, his mind flashing back to the moment a glitch had appeared over his hand.

At first it had just fallen asleep. Then the pins and needles gradually sharpened, digging deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder, until…

The static from the radio died down and he was free to hear the startled and disgruntled noises of the announcer and the crew as they reoriented themselves. Then, “I can’t feel anything! I can’t feel-”

The sensation in his hand still hadn’t returned.

“Ven!”

“Sorry,” almost immediately this time, the younger wielder pressed the button. The room fell almost entirely quiet.

Brain welcomed the less distressing sounds of the Clocktower. The familiar repetitive clunking and clicking of the gears turning below him. The rhythmic knocking of Ven’s feet hitting the table’s leg. The faint buzzing of the screens…

Or maybe that was from the portal.

At the reminder, his attention drifted over to the portal. It flickered and swayed, looking unstable as ever. 

He made his way over to one of the smaller computer setups, and, with a few swift clacks of the keys, he’d typed in the command ‘Portal Status’. Enter. 

Almost hesitantly, his eyes shifted to the display.

<Stable>Good. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. It had to stay that way. Otherwise Ephemer and his friend wouldn't have a way back, and that’d be creating a whole new problem he wasn’t sure they’d have time to fix.

[zerendiipity]

Ling Chao - filled with you and i

i’m sorry that it’s been a long time since i posted something !! first i had midterms, then i had a big writers block. i’ve been trying to write different things to get out of my writers block so i have a few wips. i hope i can finish them as well as i did with this one!! tbh, i thought i wouldn’t like it as much but i think i do !! i hope you enjoy it too!!

word count: +1.8k (1.843)

—”I’m still hungry so I’m gonna go get something else, I’ll be right back!” —Ling Chao said as he got up from his seat to go buy something to eat, but you stopped him before he could leave.

—”Wait! Buy something for me too? Maybe something sweet.” —He nodded and you handed him some money. Then, he left towards the cafeteria.

You two had a little more than an hour free before your next class, so on days like this both of you would sit under one of the big trees decorating your campus, resting your backs on the trunk of one of the biggest ones that faced the big garden that some of the botany biology majors and others took care of. Spring was already around the corner so the different plants growing and the flowers blossoming were great inspirations but also could be great models for art majors like you two.

After finishing the quick sketch you had been doing, you smiled proudly at the result. Definitely, practice had its rewards and you were definitely seeing them on the realism of the flowers you had drawn and the person you drew holding them. Suddenly curiosity took the best of you and you glanced over at the sketchbook Ling Chao had left behind before he went to the cafeteria with the silent promise that you’d take care of it while he was away, although he’d only take around five minutes if there wasn’t a lot of people there.

He had closed it before leaving, so although you were really curious, you debated over if you should take a sneak peek at what’s inside. Most artists didn’t like people looking through their sketchbooks without permission. Some didn’t like people looking at them while they used them. Both you and Ling Chao fit into both categories, but even nowadays, as close as you two were, you never looked at what each other was drawing.

And for that same reason, maybe he would get a little mad if you looked at it, right? You decided that you wouldn’t even look through everything, but instead go to the page he had been using. It would only take a second, so he probably wouldn’t even know. Once he returned and went back to what he was doing, you could simply compensate the guilt of seeing his art without his permission with looking over his drawing and, trying your best to sound like you totally hadn’t seen it before, say ‘oh! that looks really nice!’ and that’s it. Nothing wrong about that.

You opened the sketchbook around the last few pages instead of the first ones, because as you had planned you weren’t going to look at any of his finished works or sketches without permission, you would try to find the last page he had been using right away.

And when you did… You were shocked, to say the least.

Instead of the same flowers you had been drawing, or any of the plants filling the beautiful garden in front of you, what you found were a few sketches of someone who for some reason looked a little bit like you. Okay, maybe you were pretty sure it was you, especially thanks to the unfinished sketch of a girl who casually wore your same clothes and had the same hairstyle and was seen drawing on a notebook from a side profile view.

There was nothing wrong with him drawing you. Probably, to other people it could be pretty creepy to have someone staring at you, although a little bit less awkward when you know it’s because they’re trying to draw you, and even less when you know the person doing so. You didn’t exactly feel that awkwardness. He had been doing the same thing as you; looking at something in real life to try and portray it in a drawing and learn from it.

But you felt… Perhaps something similar to embarrassment. No matter how close the two of you had grown to be, you felt a little bit shy, and also a little self-conscious.

‘I didn’t really put much care into my hair this morning. I didn’t wear make-up. And we just ate- If I had something on my face, he would have told me, right?’ You kept asking yourself useless questions like that while putting the sketchbook closer to your face, looking for anything bad on you that he could have seen and then replicated on the drawing. But there was nothing. There was nothing bad about it. Realizing that made you feel a little bit shier.

Your phone vibrated and you put the notebook away from your face, grabbing your phone and reading the notification displayed on the screen.

“(1) new message from didi 🌻: “i’m sorry i took so long, there was a lot of people !! i’m going back now”

As soon as you finished that, you quickly but carefully closed his sketchbook and left it where it was. You even spent an extra 5 seconds making sure it was placed in the exact same position it was when he left. And then, you used the remaining time to go back to your previous pose and stare at your drawing like you had never stopped doing so, adding some finishing touches to it. About two minutes later, he came back.

He gave you your food and you two went back to what you were doing before. Or did you? You were actually just wondering if Ling Chao was still drawing you, and if he would ever show you what he did. If he kept it as a secret, since you had found out, you wondered if you would feel a little anxious wondering why wouldn’t he tell you about it. When Ling Chao was done with his drawing, you stopped drawing too and closed your sketchbook to talk for a while. Your break felt short spending time with him and soon you were going back to your classes. The next one you had now was art history.

Although you didn’t hate the class, you were feeling pretty bored and felt like doing something more practical. You felt tempted to stop using your notebook to take notes of whatever the teacher was saying, which you weren’t even paying attention to as much as you tried to stay in focus, and just take out your sketchbook. You looked to your right where a few seats away, Ling Chao was sitting and submerged in whatever he was drawing in his notebook. You two probably felt the same way at that moment.

You repeated that thought in your head. Does he really feel the same way as you did?

Hoping that he did and that his feelings would be hidden behind his drawings of you, you looked at him for a few more seconds before you looked down to your notebook and started sketching that picture of him.

You kept raising your head every few seconds to take a look at him, at the pose he was in. His upper body slightly leaning forward to see what he was drawing better and from a closer perspective. You took a look at his face, trying to portray the focused expression he had. His eyes never left the piece he was working on, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

Every once in a while you’d have a hard time. Overall, the drawing was going well, but you’d stress over trying to get some parts to look as similar to reality as possible. You didn’t really care about it being completely realistic, you just wanted it to resemble him. If anyone saw it, they should be able to know who the person in the drawing was. And although you probably would feel embarrassed and wouldn’t want anyone to find out you drew Ling Chao, your heart’s beating sped up a little, shaken over the sudden feeling of wanting him to see it and to be able to also see the feelings behind the illustration.

So focused on your work, the last time you were going to raise your head to compare the sketch to the real-life version of it, you realized Ling Chao wasn’t sitting there anymore. In fact, most people weren’t sitting anymore and some had even left the classroom already. You looked back at his now empty desk. He had even had time to pick up his stuff, so exactly how long ago had the class ended?

Then, something inside you made you look over your shoulder, and when instead of the profile view of him you had been staring at while drawing you found your eyes meeting directly with his, everything around you seemed to stop. Time stopped, every single movement stopped, every sound or noise stopped, probably your breathing or your heart beating stopped. God, it even felt like the rotation of the Earth itself stopped.

Even without looking away from you, you knew he had seen it. Even before answering the last question he threw and letting him have his way, you knew he had most likely already seen enough to figure out everything about those sentiments you had tried so hard to put onto the paper.

—”(Y/N)... Can I see your sketchbook?” —

But it made you feel powerless to still not be able to tell what his feelings were. It felt like your vision was slightly blinded, like there were things that you couldn’t see, and he had an advantage over you because now he would be able to see everything. That kind of thing… You didn’t want that.

You released the breath that you had been holding in, and then took another deep breath.

—”Only if you’d let me see yours too.” —

You got up from your seat, taking your sketchbook in your hands and closing it, waiting for him to take out his from his backpack before both of you exchanged them. You shared a final look before finally opening the first page.

Spending almost the same amount of time looking at each page, you turned the first page. After stopping to look at the next one, both of you turned one more page. It went on until you got to the last page he had filled. It was the same one you had seen previously, but a new sketch had been added.

This time, you didn’t even think about it twice. The person he had portrayed… You naturally acknowledged that it was you.

After turning that page and finding that the following ones were blank, you closed the sketchbook. Soon enough, he did the same thing with yours. You two looked up again and although your eyes met the same way as before, the vision was different.

It was like you could see even better than before. It was like you could see anything, including the feelings the both of you held.

The feelings behind the sketchbook filled with drawings of him, and the feelings of the one filled with drawings of you.

[aizawashoutah]

i was tagged by @bandaged-chessmaster​ thank you

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

my anime pseud i came up with around the time bsd s2 was airing & i really love odasaku and so yeah that’s how i got odasaku

my main username is my all time fave ship 

(the rest under the cut)

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Something Always Brings Me Back To You  subscriptions: 148, kudos: 424, hits: 10632, bookmarks: 105

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

for my odasaku pseud it’s an icon i made of aizawa, i chose it because he’s my current fave and I needed a new icon and then for the main username it’s just a misc icon i made a whilst ago

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

anyone really, if you commented something that made me smile or laugh i probably remember you 

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

all of the fics i’m subscribed to tbh

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

bookmarked: 71 subscribed: 13

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

Soulmate AUs (i think i’ve written 4 fics and 2 originals works)

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

Subscriptions: 183 (really??? honestly shook)  Bookmarked: 218

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

no not really 

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

Writing more, not repeating the same words over and over, having a proper update schedule rather than whenever i want

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

depends on the fandom, overall i think i probably write more for rarepairs/less popular pairings 

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

36 (23 anime fics, 11 live action fics, 2 original works)

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

That haven’t been published? 1 oneshot, 3 potential chaptered fics 

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

if i don’t write them down i’ll forget them so i usually write them down on paper

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

nope

16. How did you discover AO3?

tumblr 

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

god no

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

i don’t actually i usually just call them “my readers”

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

@lovingnikiforov​ encouraged me to write anime fics, so i wouldn’t be writing any anime fics if it wasn’t thanks to her, you the real mvp 

when it comes to my liveaction fics i got an idea one day and was like yeah i wanna write this. But i also didn’t have an ao3 account at the time and had to do that awful waiting even tho my oneshot was done lmao

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Write what you want to write, if people don’t like it ignore them (unless what you’re writing is harmful to people). Not everyone is going to like your writing or your idea, doesn’t mean that your idea or writing is bad it might be that you have different tastes. Don’t let mean comments discourage you. Write for you. 

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

Depends, usually i have a certain idea or i’ve written random scenes in the future but on the most part i figure it out as i go. But I am getting better at planning now.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

haha haha ha... yeah... i read them, took them in, and didn’t really do anything with them tbh 

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

I don’t write smut because it makes me uncomfortable. From stuff I’ve actually written sometimes I find kissing scenes hard to write like figuring out where to put the characters’ hands. Usually I have 1 character put their hand on the other’s cheek but then i’m like ???? what about the other ???? what about the other character’s hands ??? 

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

After All This Time (shin.iida fake dating au) Shin.Iida week BKDK wip #2 (villain!deku au) BKDK wip #3 (bkdk team up to save all might au) And potentially a YOI fic but I’m not sure about this one yet. 

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

Not usually but I did when writing sabmbty

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

No but I should

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

GOD YES

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Anime: Something Always Brings Me Back To You because it’s my first completed work in 5 years and i really did love writing this one

Also Night Full of Terrors  as this one was also kind of challenging, getting to truly understand aizawa’s character, how he would react given this situation and how, if this happened in canon, how it would affect his character. 

Piece by Piece as it’s my first bkdk piece (pun not intended lmao) and i'll always write bk apologising to dk if the circumstances are the same as canon but this one really delves into bk’s apology. 

And lastly P.S. I Love You because it’s probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written and it’s just cute.

Live Action: Feelings on Fire because it was the most challenging thing I’ve probably written and I’m proud with how well I ended up writing Jaime’s character.

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

Hmmmm probably one of the ones I haven’t posted (it was a vigilante!deku au) because it didn’t really flow well but i might come back to it later 

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

i don’t know tbh, i hope to have written more of my own original works, maybe even have that completed. Hopefully have completed at least one more chaptered fic. 

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Dialogue probably. Also writing cliffhangers (i love writing cliffhangers)

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Writing descriptions of places. 

33. Why do you write?

Because it’s what I love to do and it’s a way I can express myself as I find it hard to express myself with spoken words I can do it better with written words through characters.

i tag: @hajiiwa and anyone else who wants to do this

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fic rec 2016 - fics that own my ass

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but saying that real life is a bit hectic lately would be a huge understatement. This year has been a challenge and a struggle, and I can honestly say one of the bright constants through the whole time were both fics and fanfic writers. 

Also, I want to say I have read a lot of fics this year. And I mean A LOT, and there were so many amazing ones, which is why I usually shy away from these kind of recs in fear I’ll write a list that’s going to turn out way too long, or that I’ll accidentally forget someone. 

However, there are a few stories I feel the need to mention, because as the title suggests, these fics seem to own my ass. Big time. 

Every single one of these hit me like all the best books always do, right in the gut. They tell you you’re not alone, or show you the mistake you unknowingly keep repeating, or describe a feeling you yourself cannot find words for, or just run you over with the sheer amount of feelings that overwhelm you. And I needed all of that, this year maybe more than ever.

(Also, a huge part of this post was obviously written before 2017 started. It was supposed to be posted before too, but my chaotic schedule and a bad cold delayed my perfect plan a bit.)

(This turned out to be a long post, so I’m putting the rest after the cut)

The Predator by @supersillyanddorky06​ (WIP)

Now, Matty knows (in great detail) exactly how obsessed I am about this story. She and her stories were the reason I stepped out of my closet lurkdom and onto this wild ride called tumblr. 

There are many people who share my love for The Predator. I mean, there’s hate, there’s heat, intrigue, mystery, danger, sex.. Every chapter raises intensity to the next level.

But there is so much more than that, so many layers of both story and characters that Matty keeps feeding us drop by drop, making us thirsty for more.  

All Worthy Places by @yellowflicker09011996 (finished)

This one has a special place in my heart for so many reasons. 

What Anita has done with the season 5 and how she painted Felicity’s healing journey broke me again and again. 

This story is painful to read at times (to put it mildly), it hurts your soul as it goes, takes you places where you feel helpless and desperate, takes you to a place so dark you are not sure you’ll be able to find your way out. (spoiler alert: you do. Felicity does. Because this kind of healing takes time, and the show will never even come close to it as detailed and nuanced as Anita did. I’d recommend this to anyone struggling with (parts of) current season. It’s cathartic, it’ll make you cry, it’ll break your heart. But it will heal it in the end and it will be so worth it. 

Incedent Proposal by @ruwithmeguys (WIP)

This one is.. unlike any Olicity fic I have ever read. It is brutal. And I mean brutal. The whole premise of the story is unimaginable, but yet.. once you start reading it, it sucks you in and there’s no coming back. 

It is dark and vicious and cruel and violent; definitely not for the faint of heart. Chapters are long (such a delicious treat for a fic lover!) and I’m very glad this one’s not finished yet, because I’d be tempted to binge read it, but believe me when I say, binge reading this one would definitely be unhealthy. Some recovery time between chapters is very much needed.

What Wouldn’t I Do by @ruwithmeguys (WIP)

Now, this one wasn’t even supposed to be here. Because I haven’t even started reading it until three days ago, plus I told myself I’d only put one story per author. 

But I devoured it in the last three days and my dear god. It is so very emotional, so crazy and intense and soft; the fighting scenes will make you want to bite your fingernails and some other scenes will melt your heart, some will make you raging mad, some will make you giggle. 

It’s only missing the last chapter and Jessica cannot write it soon enough.

(additional note: I know there are people who would not appreciate the portrayal of both Lance sisters in this story because they are not painted in the best light, so if that might be an issue for you, just skip this one)

Blood Hands by @dust2dust34 (WIP)

This may not be a new story, but judging from Bre’s scarce appearance on twitter, and her occasional mentions od NaNoWriMo and Blood Hands (not to mention that whole refurbishment thing from a few weeks ago) I’m absolutely sure that she’s cooking up something amazing and I cannot wait to start reading it. 

(I may or may not have re-read Blood Hands a few times by now)

I’m still putting it on my 2016 list because it does own my ass, and I will wait for updates as long as it takes. (Bre, I found more than one white hair in the past year. Please, don’t make me go all grey before you finish Blood Hands)

Forever Is Composed of Nows (finished) and Pieces of Always (WIP) by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34

I never thought (and never wanted) to be sucked into the whole kids/next generations kind of fic. Ever. But this was written by Janis and Bre, and at the beginning there was that delicious season 2 UST, so there was no choice to make; of course I started reading it when the first chapter was posted. I haven’t stopped ever since. Every new chapter made my Monday feel less like a Monday, and for a grumpy such as me that says a lot.

Now their split timeline has become my second canon (if we take the show canon as the first one). Somewhere, sometime, in one of these realities, things happened just like these two described in their story. 

(I have no idea how I’d react if Oliver and Felicity ever got a kid (or kids) on the show and call them anything but Jules, or Ellie or Nate. I love those kids as if they are my own. And William, a adore that boy too!)

After more than 50 chapters under my belt, after all the plot twists, all the tension, angst, tears (god, the tears), it’s fascinating what has become the distinctive feeling I associate with this fic - the feeling of sheer warmth and love. Reading each new chapter fills me time and again with the same fuzzy happiness around my heart that makes me want to hug all the people just because.

Do not misinterpret that this means this is a fluffy fic. It is not (even if there are some fluffy parts). At least not if fluff is what you’re after. After so long, I am smarter than to read any of the chapters in public or without a box of tissues nearby, so consider yourself warned.

I am forever subscribed to this verse, and looking forward to all those multichapter sequels Janis and Bre promised. 

I just want to send a huge panda hug and an even bigger THANK YOU to all of you amazing people/writers. You’ve made my year special with your astonishing stories and’ll be forever grateful for that!