#i'm not actually churning these out as fast as it might seem i've just been taking breaks from one fic to write another lmfao

[mycenaae]

hold very still

rating: mature (mostly on a technicality) pairing: armand/daniel molloy series: the way people love evil (but can be read as a standalone!) summary: “What is this?” Daniel mumbles, eyes still closed, “puppetry as pain relief?” Silence above him for a moment, and then Armand, sounding a little defensive, “Dr. Bhansali suggested it might prove useful.” || a standalone interlude: still human, daniel does not pass a restful night, and armand decides to help out. anyone else watch 2x05 and go "wow armand could fix my chronic pain" or was that just me?

[dira333]

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[bellaxgiornata]

Do you have any tips for fast and efficient writing? I’m always impressed with how quickly and consistently you seem to churn out good quality chapters. Occasionally, I get “in the zone” and manage to really stay on top of my updates, but other times, it feels like pulling teeth. I worry that I sometimes sacrifice quality just to be able to put out an update. I want to stay consist for my readers, but that requires about 4000 to 5000 words a week, which is tough for me on top of a full time job! Any suggestions?

Oh, this is a good question! And thank you, I'm glad to hear you think my stories are consistent and of good quality! I will say that what works for me probably isn't always going to work for others, and I'm also aware that I'm in a unique position of being a stay at home mom. So when kids nap, I get free time to write. When my toddler starts preschool next week and the baby naps, if I've finished my adulting chores for the day, I get to write. Usually y'all don't have those opportunities at work--especially not daily. I'll also sometimes write in the evening before bed if I'm really feeling it (though while pregnant I had been too tired to do that for months). Honestly a lot of it depends on how much time you are able to write, and for me, I do actually spend quite a few hours a week writing and editing. Probably a lot more than people realize...

I'll put the rest of my response below the cut though because I know this is going to be long!

The first thing I did that really helped me keep churning out updates was to stop requiring myself to reach a minimum word count for them. I don't write with the pressure of needing to reach a specific amount per chapter, rather I focus on what needs to happen in an update. If the draft seemed a bit short, I'd come back later and edit in more detail or dialogue or another scene or something that fit and it usually filled things a little more without seeming unnecessary. Removing that pressure of reaching a specific word count really helps I think. And 4,000-5,000 words a week with a full time job is honestly a lot to plan out, write, and then edit consistently!

Secondly, I have multiple stories to work on. Now I definitely don't recommend this because then you'll get overwhelmed, but I do often hit a block in a fic sometimes and instead of just writing something I don't like and posting it or completely stepping away and not writing, I write something else. It keeps me in the habit of doing it so that I don't just suddenly stop. But obviously, I can't consistently update the same fics over and over, I tend to jump around. I think what might be better is maybe taking a step away and working on a one shot or something if you're struggling with a scene or a chapter. For me, sometimes what I need to write in a story is not what I'm feeling at the moment--angst, fluff, smut, whatever--and so I go write something I am feeling instead. Usually that helps unblock what's in my head, especially if I want to write smut for example, but the characters in the story I'm writing cannot realistically have me throw that in at that point.

Lastly, I think taking the pressure off of yourself to update on a schedule might be helpful. I know, it's hard to not update regularly and you might feel like you're disappointing readers, but we aren't getting paid for this. If you start pressuring yourself, you're going to burn yourself out and fanfic won't be fun anymore. It'll feel like work. And who wants to spend their free time working with no pay? So if you can get a nice long chapter up every week for a bit, but then suddenly you're struggling and it takes a few weeks for an update? That's okay. Your readers will still be here. And new ones will always appear if some have moved on.

Honestly I think as writers we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to consistently post, but it's not realistic. Like I said, I'm in a unique position of often finding moments to write because of what I do for work. That's not the norm for everyone. I struggle to update fics sometimes myself, which is why you might see some stories go months without an update, but I just update other things in the meantime. But if I only had one story, you'd definitely see me having weeks where nothing comes out because the words for that just aren't coming or they're not coming out right.

Hopefully some of this helped at all! But really, I think removing the pressure of writing is the biggest issue to tackle. Whether its your posting schedule or your word count, the pressure really gets to you. Especially if you're reaching the day you might usually post and you don't have something you feel is ready, then maybe you start to stress or panic and are rushing to get something done. That's just not fun though! Fanfic should be fun!

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 9

Author: Akira

Characters: Niki, AkanP, Tatsumi

"I don't wanna worry everyone too much, so I'll at least put on a cheerful face."

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Season: Winter

Location: Amagi's House

About ten minutes later. In the Amagi Village, at Crazy:B's lodgings.

Niki: Ugh~... Ughhh~ I can't eat anymore~...

No, I've gotta eat... I was born for it... Bring on more plates, my stomach's a bottomless pit—

—Wh... Uh, huh?

Did I... doze off?

AkanP: Good morning, Shiina-kun.

Niki: Nn, nngh? Good morning~?

Nahaha... I'm sorry. Um, were you looking after me while I was out cold?

My bad for the trouble, Akan-san. And Anzu-nee-san too.

AkanP: Ahaha. Even though I'm older than Anzu-chan, I only get a mere "san," while she gets "nee-san"?

What's your logic behind the difference?

Niki: Ahh, well, the thing is—

Eh, wha? Akan-san, you're a lady?

But, when I first saw you... Oh, wait, did I misunderstand 'cause you were wearing a suit?

AkanP: Fufu. You're a rather interesting boy too, huh.

I thought that the public's opinion of you, both now and in the past, was that you were incompetent as an idol, a useless person who couldn't do anything.

Niki: Nah, that's just true.

When Rinne-kun first invited me, I couldn't just stand by and watch, so I helped out a bit—

I got fed up with it and quit right away. So, my incompetence should've been proven, but surprisingly, we're working together again as idols.

AkanP: Ahh, you did some idol work with Rinne-kun for a brief period in the past, right.

By that time, Rinne-kun had already left my hands—so I don't know the details.

Niki: We didn't do much of anything back then, honestly. Especially since I quit pretty fast before making any progress.

Even now, I don't really wanna get involved in the entertainment industry, 'cause of my parents' situation.

AkanP: Even so, you can't leave Rinne-kun alone, so you stay by his side.

You're a kind boy.

Moreover, you have a surprisingly good eye for people. You seem to vaguely detect something off about me as well.

Niki: Well, cooking's all for the sake of others.

If the goal's only to get nutrients, might as well let a machine automatically churn out food in a factory or something.

AkanP: Yes. That's true. And it applies to idols, too, right?

Tatsumi: Niki-saaan?

How are you feeling? It seems we're about to start the test of courage showdown. But if you're unable to move yet, will you be absent?

Niki: Oh, an unexpected person's here.

Tatsumi: Is that so? Well, we don't typically have much interaction, after all.

Niki: Right, right. While Crazy:B and ALKALOID get name-dropped together a lot, we don't usually talk together or know much about each other, huh.

Tatsumi: I feel the same. That's why I'm not sure how to behave towards Kohaku-san either, for example.

Yet despite that, I wish for us to get along in order to accomplish the same job, Matrix.

Niki: Right back at you~♪ Thank you kindly, I'll be counting on you! Let's be pals!

Tatsumi: Such a friendly person. Well, I suppose all the members of Crazy:B are like that.

Niki: Hm? But don't you think HiMERU-kun's pretty exclusionary? Or rather, irritable?

Tatsumi: These days, yes. But he wasn't like that in the past, he used to be more innocent and bright—

I wonder, what in the world happened to him...

Niki: Have you known HiMERU-kun for a long time?

Tatsumi: Ah, yes, we both attended Reimei Academy, he and I.

Niki: Huhhh... I only graduated middle school, so high school and college seem like different worlds to me. What was he like?

I can't wrap my head around HiMERU-kun as a student~♪

Tatsumi: Even now, he must still be just another regular high school student...

More importantly. While chatting is enjoyable, we're currently in the middle of work.

Niki-san appears to have been inevitably chosen as a "scarer" for the test of courage, so if you're motivated, let's move to our positions together.

Actually, I came to fetch you for that purpose. Mayoi-san was with me too, but he said he was "scared of being attacked," so I came alone.

Niki: Scarer? Not sure what that's about, and I'm never really motivated, but—

I don't wanna worry everyone too much, so I'll at least put on a cheerful face.

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[ash5monster01]

Lessons of You Part 4

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of depression, future smut, broken reader, 18+

Summary: Blake Parker was used to running. When life got hard, she’d run. The idea of sticking around to end up broken was scarier then she’d like to admit. So she hid away, cut all ties, and lived contently on her own. She was done running because no one could find her there. That is until a Navy Pilot runs into her life, and she learns allowing yourself to love can be scary, but hiding from it can be even worse.

word count: 2,350

Intro, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Final

Masterlist

Blake hadn’t intended to ignore Bradley. That night that they kissed, they took a break to eat pizza, start the movie, and end up making out on the couch like teenagers all over again. Every part of Blake yelled at her to let him stay the night but she didn’t want to move too fast. Letting people in wasn’t something she could just do, she had to build up to it. So Bradley left with a dopey grin and a few purple marks on his neck, completely forgetting to ask for her number. Blake figured he’d stop by on his morning run yet he never seemed to go by. So she figured he had gotten what he wanted and left. No use texting him now.

This was exactly why she didn’t let people in. True intentions are never easy to see, and most of the time they end up hurting you. So better off to be alone, and grocery shop for one person. It was cheaper that way anyway. Who needs to know someone’s favorite kind of cereal when all you have to do is buy your own? So Blake didn’t even flinch as she grabbed the Fruity Pebbles without glancing at another box in the aisle.

“Blake right?” the brunette girl stopped to see a dark hair girl, she wore sweats and a workout shirt. Her hair pulled tightly back in a bun. Blake quickly searched her mind for how she recognized this girl. Then it hit her.

“Phoenix right?” Blake asked and the girl chuckled softly.

“Yeah that’s my call sign. You can call me Nat” Blake nodded as she reached over to shake her hand. "Sorry for my appearance. We've been training so much most of us havent had a second to leave base"

"I'm assumng that includes Bradley?" as Nat nodded Blaked felt her stomach churn with guilt. She thought he was avoiding her but turns out she was the one avoiding him all along.

"He mentioned he hadn’t heard from you in a while. I'll be happy to report you’re alive" Nat teased, knowing how upset Bradley had been considering he made out with a girl he really liked just to be ghosted and not have enough time to go and see if it was true. The mission was approaching fast and no one had still succesfully completed the course.

"I know, I meant to text but I figured he'd stop by on my morning run and then it just left my mind" Blake semi-lied considering she was unsure how to approach the situation. If she reached out and apologized Bradley would assume she wanted to be more than friends yet at the same time, straddling the guys lap, and tasting every inch of his mouth arleady sent the wrong message.

"You should shoot him a text, I might strangle him the next time he asks me what he did wrong. Men think all women can help them with their problems, and try being the only one on base" Blake laughed as Nat said this, it reminding her how she used to be the one everyone went to for advice. Then she remebered that doesn’t happen anymore and her heart shattered once again.

"I could see how that can be annoying, I'll text him" Blake reached for her phone and moved to the message app to start a new conversation. Nat watched like it was her job to make sure she actually texted her friend.

Blake

I've heard through the grapevine

that someone can't shut up about me

<3 Blake

Bradley

It’s not my fault, normally when

I kiss a girl they can’t leave me alone

“You’ve got yourself one cocky friend” Blake chuckled as she looked at the text from the boy. She had barely looked up from her phone when a response came through.

“All pilots are cocky, if we didn’t have such big heads we wouldn’t be as aerodynamic” Blake laughed at Nat’s response, not minding Bradley’s cockiness one bit.

“Thanks for making me text him, I can be pretty stubborn about these kind of things” Blake said waving her phone as she set it back down in her cart, waiting a moment to text the eager boy back.

“No problem, I get letting people in is hard but if you were going to let anyone, Bradley is a good choice” Blake smiled and nodded before slowly starting back down the aisle.

“Oh wait, Nat?” Blake turned to see the girl stop and face her. “Do you know Bradley’s favorite cereal?”

“He likes Captain Crunch” she told her and Blake thanked her as she grabbed the box off the shelf. Nat watched as the girl walked away, a content smile on her face.

Blake

I’d love to prove you wrong but

I’d rather invite you over tonight?

Bradley

Be there in 20

Blake was halfway done unloading groceries when she heard the truck door slam. She had left the door open for him again so once he approached she could smile at him from inside as she continued to put stuff away. “Hey B”

“Hey other B” Blake grinned back as he let himself inside.

“I thought you were never gonna text me” he told her as he sat himself at the counter, content with watching her put groceries away.

“And I thought you gave up on your morning run” Bradley’s eyes widened as she said this. He never assumed that she would notice. Then it all made sense why she never texted, she thought he had ghosted her first.

“I wish that was the case, they’ve been making us train earlier in the day. No one really has a hang of it yet” Bradley wasn’t allowed to give much detail, but they’d practically doubled their hours trying to make it in time. It didn’t help that is was Maverick they were training with.

“Are you on a tight schedule?” Blake started to feel bad for making him leave base if he needed to be focusing on something more important.

“Kind of, we have a big mission coming up. I don’t even know if I’ll be picked though” Bradley shook his head, knowing him and Hangman were neck and neck when it came down to it.

“Should you have stayed at base, I didn’t mean to drag you away” Bradley immediately shook his head, wanting to reassure the girl.

“No, we have the weekend actually. Our last weekend before the big operation” Bradley didn’t want to explain that they were given the weekend for loved ones, a last opportunity kind of thing. The mission was one you could easily never come back from.

“So what do I have to do, to get you to spend that with me?” Blake asked and Bradley felt the tips of his ears heat up.

“You say the word and I’m here all weekend” he was already bummed about having no one to spend the weekend with. Now he would get to spend it with her.

“Stay all weekend?” she asked and Bradley grinned. Blake wanted a trial run, a two day trial run. Maybe she could allow someone back into her life for once.

“There’s no place I’d rather be” he smirked and Blake laughed as she emptied the last bag, setting the cereal on the counter. Bradley reached out and grabbed the box. “I love Captain Crunch”

“You can have some in the morning” the indication of him staying the night made his face redden some more.

“You sound like my Mom” he told her and she belly laughed as she finished putting away all the groceries. Bradley watched as she walked over to him, and he turned to face her. The minute her hips nudged with each of his knee caps his heart rate doubled in speed.

“I don’t need you spoiling your dinner” she told him and Bradley wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against him in a hug.

“If you’re serving up dinner does that mean I get to serve up dessert?” Bradley asked, his face mushing into her neck as he fluttered kisses along the side. Blake hummed contently at the feeling.

“I guess that depends on how well you behave” she told him, hands running through the short strawberry brown locks.

“I don’t plan on behaving at all” he whispered into her neck, causing her to shudder as his hands firmly squeezed her ass.

“I expected as much” she told him as he pulled his face from her neck and looked her in the eyes. “But if you plan to misbehave, wait until I’m done cooking”

“I’m not that patient” he told her and she chuckled and shook her head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, his mustache scratching her in the process.

“You’re a Navy Pilot, I think you can handle yourself for thirty minutes” Bradley had no argument against this as she removed herself from his grip and moved to the stove where she started to cook for two. Which when you think about it, isn’t much more than one.

“I’m sorry if you thought I was avoiding you” Bradley said as she continued to work on the dinner.

“I’m sorry for not texting you” she offered back and he smiled softly at her. If this was his last weekend of freedom he was glad he was spending it here. Without the crushing reminder of loneliness and his bitter feelings towards Maverick. It was just him and a beautiful girl, one he’d like to learn more about, and it was the best distraction he could ask for.

“It’s okay, but I was close to coming and knocking down your door considering you had my number and I didn’t have yours” Bradley teased and she shook her head, a dopey grin on her face. She liked having someone around that made her smile so much.

“It’s more fun that way though, knowing you have all the power” she gave him a pointed look, knowing she was mainly in control of this relationship so far, no matter what it was.

“I’m not used to passing over the reigns” he told her and she chuckled, turning to fully face him as she allowed the dish to cook.

“You’ll have to get used to it because I’m a leader, always have been. My cousins used to pick on me for how easily control came to me” Blake stopped suddenly, sucking in a sharp breath at the mention of her cousins. She hadn’t had a thought like that infiltrate her mind and so easily slip out to none other than a stranger. Bradley noticed this, how her lip slightly quivered, and she regained her composure. He thought to himself how in control she was of her emotions. She was right about being a leader.

“Your cousins, are you close?” Blake started shaking her head and turned back to her food. Clearly trying to find a way to escape the conversation.

“We were” she said sharply, fighting to keep her tears away. She never would’ve considered allowing someone in her life would make her so easily crumble to all the ways she worked to keep those kind of thoughts at bay.

“Is that because you left?” Bradley didn’t want to push, but if he had cousins he would do everything in his power to stay with them.

“No, they backed away long before I decided to take my own step back” it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince him.

"Not to overstep, but if I had the choice I wouldn't of given up on them. Life takes a lot of turns, and people come and go, but sometimes youre lucky enough to have the ones who stay. If you ask me it sounds like you had the choice to stay and you left them" Blake felt the tears slip and she stepped back from the stove so they wouldn’t land in their dinner. Bradley had done nothing but offer her the truth, and he was also the first person to get through to her in a long time.

"Why is it you always have the perfect thing to say?" she asked as she quickly wiped her eyes and turned to face him again.

"I've been on my own a long time, not by choice. I spend everyday thinking about what my life would be if I still had my parents and Uncle Maverick" he told her and she drew her eyebrows together.

"You lost your Uncle too?" she asked and he shook his head.

"No, we had a falling out a few years back. Somet things you just can't come back from" he told her and she shook her head.

"Sounds like you need to take some of your own advice" she said squeezing his hand and for the frst time he thought about how he never gave Maverick a chance to explain. He never allowed himself to see how hard Maverick was actualy trying to fix things. Not only did Bradley lose his father but Maverick lost him too.

"I guess I do. Maybe the two of us just need to work on our people skills" he offered and she chuckled as she wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes.

"How about we start with each ottoher?" she asked, content on just being here with him because somehow he managed to comfort her despite only knowing him a few days.

"I'd love to work on my people skills with you" he said as he stood and wrapped his arms around her waist. Bradley gave her a quick spin, trying to lighten the sad mood they always managed to find with each other.

"I have a feeling you’re going to pretty good at it" Blake told him and Bradley chuckled and teasingly shook his head at the girl before pulling her to his lips for a real kiss. Never would he have thought book girl would be as amazing as this, if he could keep her forever he would.

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[the-crafting-gremlin]

I finally just set the mitts aside for the moment. I think I managed to fix at least the worst of the laddering on the test mitt but I'm not positive. I've been thinking about trying the magic loop method to see if that might help but that's something I'll have to test when I'm not at work.

Since I work in what is essentially a call center, I'm able to knit or crochet (or do whatever else I want at my desk that doesn't disturb others or interfere with my ability to do my job) on the clock which is fantastic. (It's the reason I was able to churn out five crocheted blankets in four months for Christmas presents one year. Never doing that again.) It just does also mean I can't work on anything that's going to require too much thought--so, new or complicated patterns or techniques.

I've also been working on a sweater for a co-worker's toddler. This one has finally forced me to learn to read knitting charts because it doesn't have a written version of the pattern. It's slowed me down a bit because I keep having to check the legend but I'm getting better. It's also the first sweater I've ever knitted in the round; I'm used to knitting socks but this feels like a whole different beast. It took me 4 false starts but I think it's finally looking how it's supposed to. The pattern at least is right and I like how it's looking.

What I think is throwing me is that even though the gauge swatch I did matched, the sweater still almost seems too big. The little one it's for is nearly the height of a 3 year old even though she's only a year and a half (I did get measurements from her mom) so the sweater should, according to the pattern, only be a bit big for her. It may just be that I'm so much more used to seeing my cousin's youngest, who's the same age but smaller, so it makes me feel like the sweater is going to be the wrong size.

I guess it doesn't matter that much since it's for a kid. If it's even bigger than I expected she'll just grow into it (the pattern's smallest size is for 3-4 year olds so I know it's going to be a smidge large for her right now which is fine. Kids grow fast).

This sweater is also my first time knitting in the round primarily without dpns. I needed them for the neck and I'll need them for the sleeves, but I switched to my interchangeable needles as soon as the circumference allowed because I knew my dpns weren't going to be long enough after a certain point and I only have one set of 4 mm dpns. It's definitely made a huge difference with my laddering issues.

I think I still prefer dpns overall, but now that I've had a chance to adjust to using my circular needles to actually knit in the round, rather than just taking advantage of the cord length for wide projects, I don't hate using them as much as I thought I would. They always felt a little awkward and almost unwieldy when I used them for blankets. Maybe it's the lighter yarn or the smaller project but I'm pretty okay with them, especially not having to worry about where certain parts of the pattern are landing on the needles.

If the magic loop method ends up working out well for the mitts I may use it to tackle some of the sock patterns I fell in love with ages ago but had trouble with because of loose tension between dpns.

[vcepsis]

heyy, saw your 100 followers post (congrats!!) and i have a prompt if you're interested? i've been craving appendicitis recently, with a whumpee that doesn't know what's happening right away and is taken by surprise when the pain hits them. (suddenly doubling over clutching their abdomen in the middle of practice with a pained groan, maybe?) u kno i'm a slut for sick vitya but any character is 👌👌👌

I’m sorry this took so long (like…a month?). But thank you so much for the prompt! I know how much you love hurting poor Victor so I decided to try my hand at that for you :) this is the first time I’ve written any kind of Victor whump, so I hope it sounds ok!

(Side note: I’m always up for taking YOI whump prompts so if any of y’all want to you can hmu, it just might take a month lol)

About 2k. WARNING: Emeto mention (no descriptions), hospital scene.

Victor landed his quadruple flip with ease, per usual. Hewasn’t even sure why Yakov forced him to practice them anymore: they werealmost second nature to him at this point. It was worth it, though, to hear Yuuri’ssmall, appreciative sigh from where he was taking a break in the stands.

Something was off about this jump, though. He landedperfectly on one foot, but the landing seemed to send a jolt of pain thattraveled up his leg and settled in his stomach.

Wincing a bit, Victor skated over to the side of the rink,grabbing his water bottle and taking a long drink, hoping it would help.

It didn’t. Instead, it made his stomach churn.

“Victor?”

Yuuri had come over to where Victor was standing, still onthe other side of the ice. He was frowning at him. “Are you alright?”

Victor smiled on instinct. “Of course!”

Yuuri’s frown deepened. “Are you sure?” He cuppeda hand to Victor’s cheek. “You actually feel kind of warm…”

Victor forced himself to keep smiling. “Your hand isjust cold. Now, are you coming back on the ice?”

Victor brushed Yuuri’s hand away and skated backwards,raising his eyebrows at Yuuri, who blushed a bit. “Oh, y-yes.”

Victor turned, skating forward while trying to ignore thepain. It worked, for a moment or two.  Hewas just turning into the set up for another jump when the pain flared anew,this time on his right side. Gasping a bit, he abruptly dropped out of the jump,skating over to the side of the rink. Skidding to an ungraceful stop, hegrabbed the boards in a white knuckled grip. Squeezing his eyes shut, he triedto will the sudden pain and nausea away.

He heard the scrape of skate blades next to him, and felt ahand touch his back lightly. “Vitya?”

Yuuri didn’t know about the pain; Victor would have had toactually tell him for him to know. So Victor wasn’t annoyed when Yuuriunknowingly touched the spot on his back where the pain was radiating from. He did,however, suck in a sharp breath at the touch, and Yuuri’s hand quicklydisappeared.

“Victor, what’s wrong?” Yuuri was trying to staycalm, but there was the slightest tinge of panic in his voice.

“J-just give me a minute.” With that, Victorslowly skated to the exit, which luckily wasn’t too far away. He slipped on hisskate guards before walking as fast as he could to the bathroom.

Once there, he locked himself in a stall, fell to his kneesover the toilet, and promptly threw up his breakfast, groaning when itexacerbated the pain in his side.

Coughing harshly, he raised a shaky hand to quickly flushthe toilet. “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. He hated throwing up.

Did he have the flu? It was the season for it, after all. OhGod, he’d been kissing Yuuri all day…

No sooner had the thought crossed Victor’s mind that heheard the door to the bathroom open, and there was a tentative knock on thestall door.

“Victor?”

“I’m ok—” His reassurances were, unfortunately,interrupted by a dry retch into the toilet.

“Victor, open the door, please.” Yuuri sounded calm enough, but when Victorfinally turned and unlocked the stall door, he saw Yuuri’s wide eyes andslightly shaking hands.

“Victor, oh no, are you alright? What happened? What’swrong? Are you feeling sick? Should I get Yakov—”

“Yuuri.” Victor cut off Yuuri’s panicked bombardmentof questions before he could spiral into a full anxiety attack. “It’sprobably just the flu. I’ll be ok, but you shouldn’t be too close.”

Yuuri blatantly ignored that last part, kneeling down andpulling Victor to him, pressing their foreheads together. ��I knew you hada fever. Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad? We could have stayed hometoday.”

Victor shook his head slowly, smiling a bit. “Icouldn’t miss a day as your coach. What would you do without me?”

“Your health is far more important than training,whether it’s mine or yours!” Yuuri scolded him, trying to look sternthrough his worry.

Victor chuckled. “Look who’s talking, Mr.Practices-with-a-103-degree-fever.”

“That was one time,” Yuuri said, unperturbed.“You know I’m not a good role model. In any case, we need to get youhome.”

Victor just nodded as Yuuri stood, offering his hand to him.Victor took it, standing slowly and gasping out loud as the pain in his sidemade itself known again. The anxiety returned to Yuuri’s expression. “What’swrong?”

“Nothing. Just—hurts,” Victor managed to say,blinking rapidly.

Yuuri frowned. “What hurts?”

Victor gingerly touched his lower right side. Yuuri’s eyeswidened, and he pulled his phone out of his pocket, typing quickly with onehand while still holding Victor’s with the other.

“Ok, just….stay here for a second.” Yuurisqueezed Victor’s hand once before letting go and rushing off as fast as heskated feet would allow. Victor sank back down to the floor, his back to thetoilet, resting his head on the metal wall. He knew it probably wasn’tsanitary, but the cool metal felt good on his skin; he was suddenly feeling hisfever.

A few minutes went by, and Victor ended up dozing a bit inthe stall, before the door to the bathroom slammed open and made him jump abit. But this brought the pain back in full force, and he tried to bite back awhimper.

Suddenly, Yakov appeared, with Yuuri close behind him. Hehad changed out of his skates and was holding Victor’s shoes.

Yakov knelt down in front of Victor, placing a hand to hisforehead. “What hurts, Vitya?”

Victor was finding it harder to concentrate through thepain. “Right….right side…”

Yakov cursed loudly, turning to Yuuri. “Get his skatesoff and bring him outside. I’ll bring the car around.”

Victor frowned, the words not making sense. “Whatfor?”

Yakov stood, already on his way out. “We’re taking youto the hospital.”

~~~~~

Yuuri’s hands shook as he untied Victor’s skates. Victorwasn’t really paying attention, head resting on thewall, clearly a bit out ofit.

Yakov had been quick in his decision to take Victor to thehospital. Yuuri hadn’t been sure, at first, but after looking up “pain inright side” on his phone, he knew he needed to get Yakov involved. Yakovhad frowned when Yuuri ha d told him about Victor’s sudden illness, but afterseeing his reaction just now, Yuuri was sure.

It was definitely Victor’s appendix.

Rationally, Yuuri knew people went through this all thetime. Getting it removed was a fairly common occurrence, with things rarelygoing wrong. Still, people could diefrom this, right? Didn’t people used to die from this all the time? Andanything can go wrong in surgery, even with the best doctors in the besthospitals and oh God—

A hand suddenly cupped his cheek, wiping away tears thatYuuri didn’t realize were falling. Looking up, he saw Victor’s glazed eyeslooking back at him with concern.

Yuuri took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He wouldn’tbe any help to Victor if he had a panic attack right now.

After what felt like an eternity, Yuuri finally got Victor’sskates off and his shoes on. Yuuri helped him to his feet, holding back tearsagain when Victor—strong, capable Victor—actually whimpered.

Yuuri led Victor out of the bathroom and to the entrance ofthe rink, supporting most of Victor’s weight with his skates in his free hand.It was a bit awkward, but they managed to slowly make their way to where Yakovwas waiting.

The drive to the hospital was tense, with Victor’s head inYuuri’s lap in the backseat. Yakov was silent, expertly weaving through thedense St. Petersburg traffic. Victor’s eyes were squeezed shut, and every nowand then he would strengthen his grip on Yuuri’s hand so hard it made Yuuriwince, though he didn’t mind. He would do anything to ease Victor’s pain, evenif it was only a little bit.

By the time they actually arrived at the hospital, Yuuri’snerve were pretty well shot. With Yakov’s help, they got Victor into theemergency room, and after hastily scribbling on a few forms, Victor was beingprepped for surgery. Despite both the doctor and Yakov’s reassurances that thiswas a fairly routine procedure, Yuuri knew he wouldn’t be able to rest untilVictor was alright.

~~~

Victor felt like he was swimming.

His head felt heavy, and there was a weird pressure on hisside. Was he asleep? Had Makkachin fallen asleep on his stomach again? He triedto move, but found his limbs weren’t responding, and eventually, he drifted offagain.

Soon after (or was it long after? It was hard to tell)Victor found he could actually open his eyes, though his body still felt heavy.A stark, white ceiling greeted him, as well as the steady beep of machines.Where was he?

Looking over, he saw a lovely, familiar sight in all of thisweirdness: Yuuri, hunched over his phone in a chair next to him.

Wait….was he in the hospital?

Looking around some more, he saw the heart monitor next tothe bed, the IV connected to his arm. Yes, he was definitely in the hospital.

He turned back to look at Yuuri. Dark circles were smudgedunder his eyes, and the screen of his phone made his face look incredibly pale.It seemed like he hadn’t slept in a while.

Victor hesitantly moved his hand out, his fuzzy head stillnot sure how to use his voice. Luckily, the movement caught Yuuri’s eye, whosnapped his head up from his phone. Seeing Victor awake, he hastily shoved his phonein the pocket of his jeans and sat up straighter.

“Vitya…” Yuuri took his hand gently, smilingeven as his eyes filled with tears. “You’re finally awake. How do youfeel?”

Victor took a moment to find his voice. “Yuuri…whathappened…?”

“You got sick during practice,” Yuuri said, voicesoft. “It was your appendix. Yakov and I took you to the hospital.”

“Oh…” Victor frowned, trying to remember. Thepainkillers were still weighing on him heavily, and thinking was hard. Histhoughts had a strange, watery texture to them, and they slipped through hisfingers when he tried too hard to grasp them.

Yuuri squeezed his hand gently. “You were in surgeryfor a while, but it went alright. You’ll have to stay in the hospital for acouple of days, but you’ll be able to skate again in a few weeks.”

“Mhm,” Victor responded, the words not reallyregistering in his brain. He was too busy looking at Yuuri.  "You looked so tired, my Yuuri…“

Yuuri gave him a small smile, and a few tears slid down hischeek. Victor’s eyes widened, trying to reach Yuuri’s face with his other hand,but the IV stopped him. Why was his Yuuri crying? Victor hated to see him cry.

“I’m ok, Victor.” Yuuri quickly wiped his tearsaway with his free hand. “I was just so worried about you. But you’regoing to be fine.”

“Ok,” Victor said. He wasn’t sure why Yuuri shouldhave been worried; after all, he hardly remembered what happened. But as longas Yuuri was ok.

Victor found his eyes growing heavy, despite his desire tohold on to Yuuri’s voice. Yuuri noticed, though, and cupped a hand to hischeek, stroking the skin gently with his thumb. “Rest, Vitya. I’ll be herewhen you wake up.”

Victor smiled, and let sleep take him.

[akiyama-san]

I've noticed your comments about Love Live Sunshine and don't get me wrong, we all have our own opinions and I'm not telling you stop posting your negative thoughts about it, but why do you hate Love Live Sunshine so much? And if you hate it that much, why are you even watching it?

I suppose it comes off as hate doesn’t it? Well despite how it appears, it’s not entirely hate, it’s mostly disappointment, and while that might not sound much better i’ll try to explain what I mean, hopefully to a degree that it can be understood. 

Spose I should start at the top shouldn’t I? 

I think it goes without saying that this point that I didn’t like the original show at all, it had its moments, and 2 or 3 good characters, which isn’t saying much I realize but these casts are fucking bloated of course only a handful will be likeable. The concept seemed really fucking stupid from the outset, and it is, but I’ve seen worst, and as a first attempt by SunRise for an Idol show, to my knowledge, the idea to give it an actual plot to follow was in theory a noble one. It failed completely, but the thought was there. More to the point, almost everyone was completely flat, incredibly stupid, and beyond insufferable. 

I’ll be honest, I can put up with a lot, and if I had chosen to watch it of my own volition I’d probably have been more forgiving of the writers dancing on active fault lines, but at the time some years back, I had several people breathing down my neck to watch the fucking show so I went in pissed off. Don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t change the fact that these characters say and do things that would make me want to hurt a small child, but I would still have been more kind to it in the long run. 

Then the movie happened, and well.... Lets just say the series needed the fucking soft reboot that was Sunshine after that abysmal travesty of a movie that completely deficated on a third of the casts character development. I’m still trying to work out the quantum fucking mechanics of how Honoka could receive her microphone from her future fucking self BTW. 

I openly admitted this at the time, and this is important because this is often overlooked by the crowd. I said that after the failure of the movie, and knowing that a new series was coming, if SunRise could learn from their mistakes, then I would gladly and open-mindedly go into Sunshine with a positive attitude and be kinder to it if the series was able to escape its charred charcoal burned roots. 

Needless to say I was absolutely blown away by how incredibly Sunshine could be at times, and how baffling disgusting and incompetent it could be as well. I stress that Sunshine is wholly the better property I was able to enjoy more than whole episodes and character arcs completely this time around, as opposed to the original where I enjoyed maybe 10 minutes of its total 700 minute run from episode 1 to movie credits. 

The series had incredible characters to start, those already good characters ACTUALLY GREW INTO EVEN BETTER CHARACTERS, THESE CHARACTERS ACTUALLY GROW AND MATURE AND THAT’S INCREDIBLE. I’ll say openly that the second years are some of the best characters I’ve seen in any anime in the past several years, and I would never hope to take away from that. Better was that we actually had rivals that we could see and understand, that weren’t placed on a pedestal for no discernable reason, one that stood on relatively even ground that could be combatted in real time, force growth and change upon both groups. 

At the same time, while the series had heights and feats that rivaled Everest, it also had lows that would put the Mariana Trench to shame. No, I don’t care what anyone says, I will never get over all the bullshit that happened between Mari and Kanan, and how absolutely disgusting Kanan is, even now, refusing to grow up or stop being a cunt or do anything of value to the group you so claim to love. I’ll be generous and say I was fucking disgusted by SunRise repeating what happened with Honoka and Kotori in the first season here with Mari and Kanan, almost beat for beat. It was terrible the first time, and suicidally bad the second time. 

To regain the focus, by then end of it while my opinions were of the mixed nuts variety with plenty of roasted salt, I still gave it a hearty recommendation because I thought it was genuinely pretty good, blue cuntveats notwithstanding. 

NOW

Where my problem overall with Season 2 lies. If it disappointment and wasted potential were a physical force this series could level mountains. 

From the beginning we’re told that we’re on an incredibly strict time crunch and that we need to focus all our efforts hardcore in the second round. 

Only for almost literally all of the first 6 or 7 episodes to be nothing but filler and padding to waste time, where no growth or progression of any kind took place at all, and such wonderful gems as 

Dia: Please call me Dia-Chan.

Chka: No!

and the omnipresent 

Chika: Teach how to do a backflip

Kanan: Not on your fucking life!

Kanan: Oh shit she learned how to do the backflip... 

Where it all came to a head however was with the reveal of just how many students the school actually had, because that was something that was never brought up. The total number of students is 68 when all are accounted for. And the is beyond miserable. 100 fucking students isn’t enough, to maintain the school you need at least 200, but closer to 300. With 68 students the school should’ve closed fucking years ago. The revelation of that number killed the entire fucking show, it made moot the efforts and development of every single fucking character, because no matter what, even if they had gotten 100 students, this same predicament would still inevitably rear its head once again next year or the year fuckin after. 

I want to make clear, more than anyone else on this site, I have authority to speak on this matter, and no one can refute this, hell I’d barely even listen to them if they did because I severely fucking doubt they ever dealt with this sort of thing, if they did they would totally agree with me.

I have come face to face with a school closure myself. 15 years ago the district announced that my Elementary school would be closing, this school with 700 students that churned out some of the best results in the city might I add. It was a hard and long fought battle, it lasted 3 years, but eventually the parents won that war, and it’s still open now. How did they do that? By actually getting involved, going to meetings, talking directly to superintendents and comptrollers, explaining things like how some of them go to work really early or work late, they can’t send their kids anywhere else because they’d never be able to make it to other schools in the morning on time or pick up on time because of how far away they are, how different schools offer different programs, and not all schools offer the same accommodations for special needs children as this one did, ETC. The point is, the parents got active in the fight, the people that might have been able to affect the outcome did, and while it was no easy task, they did it, they actually fucking one that battle. 

I don’t expect even a fraction of that to occur, but to at the same time tell me that the parents don’t know or care at all, much less any of the other fucking 59 students are powerless to help in any meaningful capacity is an absolute load of horse shit. 

Where it started to bring my blood to a boil, nay to a bursting point, was what happened in the last to episodes with Saint Snow. The best song the franchise ever gave us was Self Control, followed by Shocking Party. This is a fact. From a single interaction some of the most intriguing and likeable characters we got were also Saint Snow. For them to be all but ignored in season 2 until 8 fucking episodes in is ludicrous, but for their first appearance in over 10 episodes to be them failing a concert and us not even getting to hear any of the fucking song, is insulting, it’s infuriating, it’s domestic abuse. This isn’t a slap in the face, this is Studio SunRise forcefully shoving their cock in your mouth against your will and punching you in the eyes with brass knuckles for crying about the cock in your mouth. 

Honest to God, if I wasn’t committed to seeing this through, these last two episodes would be my first set my merchandise on fire moment, and that is saying a lot. It might sound like i’m being overdramatic, but honestly there are a lot of people that agree with me on this matter. 

I did a lot of thinking in writing this post and it took me the better part of an hour to write it. I still hold fast on my thoughts about the original, 2/10 garbage. 

I still hold to my opinions of season 1 Sunshine, 7/10 very good. 

But this season? Well let me put it this way, I score every episode and tally the scores at the end, if season one got a 70 percent

Season 2 probably wouldn’t even reach a combined 20/130 

I will still recommend newcomers to Sunshine season 1 absolutely, but I will also absolutely tell them to pretend season 2 never happened, do not watch it because it will make you commit homicide in the aftermath. 

Why do I hate Sunshine Season 2? 

Because SunRise finds new and exciting ways to fail at absolutely everything on every single level every week. I infamously gave the movie a 1/10, in the long run, I think I would sooner rewatch that movie on loop than ever rewatch this season of Sunshine ever again.