#if someone wrote a fic for me when I didn't have time to flesh it out I would be over the moon

[ravenvsfox]

soooo hypothetically if someone was inspired to write a fic based on someone else's 'brainworm' on twitter, posted it on ao3, credited and linked back to the original idea, sent the story to that user and offered to take it down if they weren't into it

and then. were told that that they were CARELESS and it was a GUT PUNCH to be robbed of the opportunity to write it and that it was unfair that they were being made into the bad guy by asking for it to be deleted

would that be like. a fair or crazy response

[salaimoi]

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! I finally wrote a fic that isn’t about GOJO?! whaaaaaaat is the world as we know it coming to an end? D:

Past lover Sukuna who originally took no interest in you being his wife, but eventually, your abiding love taught him to do so. But, it was far too late when you established that he was indeed capable of loving someone other than himself. Your demise caused him to lose the individual he held dearest in this world – replacing the affectionate sentiment that had been coursing through his heart with resentment.

Past lover Sukuna who had anticipated your fated return once more since the Heian Era, only for your rebirth to never arrive, even though millennia went by. The benevolent soul he eagerly waited for became ensnared in the depths of the underworld, unable to reincarnate into the mortal world.

Even then, he was more than certain that you weren’t at eternal rest because of the longing, the nostalgia, and the need to be together again that he felt. 

He knew your anima was among the 7 realms somewhere; all he had to do was wait for your return. Heaven could wait as long as it meant laying eyes on that precious face of yours once more.

Past lover Sukuna who noticed the spitting image of his deceased wife walking down the street that fateful day. He couldn’t pass up this opportunity to have you once more in this lifetime as well – even if it was borderline selfish. 

To bring back those good old times; to bring back what was his. 

To hold you. To own you. To conquer you. To possess you. To control your soul. To do whatever he wanted to with you. 

To be with you once again, reverting to a time when he could feel affection – the way he liked best.

Past lover Sukuna who gripped your arm vigorously out of the blue among the crowd, because Sukuna never knew boundaries – not when it came to his beloved. 

“You look familiar,” he said, “not only the uncanny face shape and the exact same expression… but also your scent.” His gaze unrelenting as he scanned every aspect of your being as if you were his property, to make sure it was you – and he was correct. 

You were the same woman Sukuna fell in love with 1000 years ago. Alas, his delicate swan had returned to him after eons of suffering, like he knew you would.

Past lover Sukuna who noticed you squirming under his grip and scolded you, sharp nails digging at your flesh. 

“You shouldn’t be acting like this; it isn’t decent behavior for the reincarnation of my cherished wife to act in such a manner.” 

But you didn't remember a life before this one, nor did you recall his name or even the fact that you were once his most prized possession. 

Past lover Sukuna who waited over a thousand years just for his beloved to reincarnate into a mortal. He knew he wasn’t capable of loving anybody nearly as much as he loved her. And now...now she's back.

When you left this world, you took all – if any – of the sense of compassion he had. No one in the history of sorcerers and curses alike could come close to comprehending the misery he endured with each passing day.

Time and time again, reliving his wife’s death in his subconscious. Powerless to intervene as he witnessed the life drain out of her and transfer onto his fingertips.

“I missed you all those years, and I can't have the same fate happening again. I'm not going to let you die the way you did in your past life, got it?" Never forgetting to conceal the anguish in his words, as to not let himself be too vulnerable.

Past lover Sukuna who was hellbent on evoking in you the sentiment of what it was like to be his spouse. Even if it meant having to recreate every single romantic scenario he ever experienced with you a second time.

“I finally have you with me again. All I need to do is make you remember the feelings you had for me in your previous life, and then you'll have your past self fully restored.”

To you, it would entail falling in love with him all over again; to him, it would be a refresher on what you once shared. A win-win scenario.

Past lover Sukuna who began to notice the essence of that past life slowly merging with your current self, fusing the two identities into one. The love she felt a thousand years ago was slowly reawakening. All while Sukuna stood there in awe of the magnificent sight he was witnessing; the sight of his beloved being reborn again. The reunion of two souls was happening before his eyes, and it was almost emotional to see.

Past lover Sukuna whose heart felt heavy from the weight of joy and relief that he felt. He finally reunited with his once-lost lover. The essence of her former life was fully restored once more as she was standing right next to him. It seemed unreal to see her with his own eyes – his beloved was back, at long last. The eternal years of hardship for the sake of his plan were finally worth it.

Current lover Sukuna whose fingers ran through the locks sprawled over his lap – calming the both of you to no bounds when his fingernails rake through your scalp. His free hand holding onto your wrist tightly, because he had to be sure no one would snatch you from his grasp a second time.

“I missed you so damn much…more than you could ever possibly imagine.”

Current lover Sukuna who finally admitted to his feelings for the first time in millennium, because he missed you more than anything in this infernal world.

Current lover Sukuna who admired you with a soft expression, shocked at how angelic you were even after a thousand years.

“You still look as gorgeous as you did a lifetime ago.” words dripping with genuine adoration as he gazed down at his wife.

Current lover Sukuna who wondered how that was possible in the first place. Surely, granting him access to a companion of your caliber – with such a pure heart and soul – was a mistake of some kind?

Current lover Sukuna who thought, “All is right in this world again.” to himself. Because it was. You were by his side once more – right where you belonged.

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

ellie with a mean gf!

(prjoecting like a mf rn...)

a/n - i have been very unmotivated to write full-fleshed stuff so i'm deciding to write drabbles/headcannons for now. also THANK YOU FOR ALL THE ATTENTION ON CH.1 OF GOOD LUCK, BABE! it makes my heart smile that you guys love it so much... also😭😭...: @sweetcici11 srry that i lied and said ur fic would be out a few nights ago. i'm really trying to finish it but i don't want to rush it and it be shitty. i really want it to be enjoyable and as good as it can be. but i PROMISE you it WILL be posted... sooner or later! i also have a few more drafts to finish too, so, i hope you guys like them when they come out!!!!!

content warnings - fluff, i'm a bitch and i want to feel loved and think that someone can put up with my cuntiness😝😝 , over-usage of commas probably, i think they're low-key kind of toxic?!?!?!?! , guys i promise i'm not this bad i've just been pretty insufferable these last few days and need an outlet 😭😭 .

i wrote way more than i thought i was going to...

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- you both hated each other at first. ...well actually, you hated her, and she was like, "😞😞" and then got used to it after a while and started being mean back 2 u!!

- dina introduced ellie to you when you both were hanging out with her. "you guys are going to love each other🥰!" ... you didn't 🤗 !

- ellie said hi to you and all you did was look her up and down, stare at her for a few seconds and then turn your head.

- everytime ellie would (attempt to) strike up a conversation you would give an overtly enthusiastic response or just stare at her like she had two heads or just blatantly ignore her. dina is over there like, '😟😟 . can we not have one good day...' when dina would leave for short periods of time and ellie was sure that you didn't like her, she would just talk about anything to get your blood boiling, our girl lllloooovvveessss to push buttons, we know this to be true.

- it got worse yet more tolerable after that. whenever she'd see you at gatherings or parties, you'd do your damnest to stay away from/avoid her. and she'd do her damnest to get you as upset with her as possible. it always ended with not-so-playful not-so-friendly banter!

- you were talking with jesse about something on the couch, and ellie came over and DELIBERATELY, DELIBERATELY... interrupted you 🤗 ! :

you shoot daggers at her face with your eyes, your jaw set hard and your eyes narrowed.

ellie tried to feign innocence, raising a brow at you after she looked over to see your facial expressions long after she felt them.. "what are you looking at me like that for🤨🤨?" , "i was fucking talking, you're being rude." , "if i have to get used to you being a bitch, you got to do the same." , you just huffed at her response and crossed your arms before walking off a few minutes after, realizing that the conversation you were having with jesse earlier was indeed over. ellie smirked to herself, victory was her's!

- she started calling you the nickname brat out of the blue... it blindsided tf out of you. here's the origin story!:

you look at ellie with a disgusted look on your face as she exhales smoke. her glazed over eyes meet yours before she offers the joint to you, out of genuine kindness. "want a hit?" she asked, forgetting how much of a bitch you were for, like, 0.2 seconds. you glare at her for a moment longer before plastering a sarcastic smile on your face, snatching the joint from her fingertips and dropping it onto the floor. you kept her eyes on yours as you stomped and smushed it into the ground.

now she remembered.

she stood up instantaneously, she was pissed. "what the fuck?!" she shouted, earning a few looks from some friends across the room. they strained their necks for a little bit before they saw you, it made sense now, and then turned back to the conversation.

you close your eyes for a slight second as a satisfied smile graced the corners of your lips. "you know i don't smoke, ellie." you responded with in a condescendingly sweet voice.

she didn't even argue with you. "you're such a fuckin' brat." she muttered under her breath before walking away. you had to try your very best to ignore the heartbeat in your pussy. (🤗!)

- she didn't get to see how much effect that title had on you that night, but she noticed afterwards.

- one time you didn't say anything to ellie during a hangout, distracted by someone you disliked more than her. ellie kind of missed it☹️☹️ .

you were brought out of your thoughts when you felt her cold hand touch your shoulder. when you noticed it was her who was doing it, you pulled back with a furrow of her brows. ellie smiled. there she was.

"you haven't said one mean thing to me since i've gotten here. are you dying?"

you scoffed as you pointed in the direction your anger was radiating from. it was a girl ellie saw here and there in jackson, sometimes she was paired with her during patrols, she wasn't crazy about her but she paid no mind to her existence.

"what?- what does this have to do with me-"

"what it has to do with you, is that you should feel honored that i can tolerate you... can't fuckin' stand that bitch."

ellie scoffed before speaking up once more, "oh, c'mon you're being dramatic. don't be a brat."

your eyes went wide for a second and as you turned away, she could see the cheek that was facing her turn an embarrassing shade of red. she found your weakness.

- when you guys started dating, no one, and i mean NO ONE, believed it. (i don't feel like writing how u two got together maybe if y'all like this enough i'll make a full-fleshed oneshot abt it😭.)

- joel saw you guys together... like, not arguing, and HER head on YOUR shoulder... he thought he got laced with acid for a quick second there... jesse felt like he missed a couple chapters and felt very sad that he hadn't caught onto it quicker... and dina was so proud of herself, "told you, you guys would love each other 😁." she's so smug, I LOVE HER!

- she constantly has to reprimand you like you're a child when you guys are around someone you obviously don't like for whatever reason. once whoever left the room, ellie'll pinch your shoulder or your thigh, whatever skin is on display at the moment, not too hard, just to get you to wince a bit. you'll make a face at her afterwards. "ow, what the fuck was that for ellie?" , "we can talk shit when we get home, don't make a scene🙄." you stress her out sometimes...

- just bcs you guys are together DOES NOT mean your attitude has gone away.

whenever ellie and you have gotten in an argument, you're always being extra sarcastic and EXTRA BITCHY just to get on her nerves.

"baby, have you seen my gun?" she asks you, breaking the silence voluntarily as she's two minutes from being late to patrol.

you don't look up to her, you keep on looking at the pages of an old magazine. "idk ellie, did you check to see if it was shoved up your ass."

she just stands there for a second like this 🧍‍♀️ , before sighing and walking somewhere else to find it. "i'll fuckin' deal with you later." she mutters under her breath, obviously annoyed. you smirk to yourself as you flip another page.

- she does love, however, that you've gotten gentler with her since the relationship blossomed between you two. very few people (dina and ellie... sometimes jesse.) can get you to stop, and ellie is proud of herself that she could add beast-tamer to the top of her list of many skills and talents.

- sometimes she has to calm you down, sometimes all it takes is a stare in your direction. ... well, it's oftentimes a glare... you're your own woman/person and a relationship will not restrict you from showing off your talents!!!!!

- ellie has to constantly keep you from getting into arguments that could harm you physically. although your craft of bitchery is amazing, you can't fight to save your life.

she'll be pulling you back like an angry barking dog on a leash.

"i could've fucking took h-" , "you overestimate yourself a lot, baby."

[lomlhotchner]

❛ ethereal! ❜ … aaron hotchner

warnings: plus size!reader, talks about insecurities, talks abt body image issues and insecurities, but it gets a little suggestive towards the end ;)

a/n: comfort fic for big girls like me <3 i wrote this when i was feeling a little down and i didn’t have the gut to finish it but here we go 🤍 i know everyone is probably tired of a chubby!reader fic where she is insecure but believe me when i say that every fic i write i always have a plus size reader in mind, this is just more specific i hope this doesn’t rub yall the wrong way 🫶

main masterlist!

you are bigger than what society claims how you should be. you always shop in the guys station when you're out because the large sizes in the girls area just didn't make sense. you have more flesh and fat in some areas that sometimes it makes you insecure but other times make you feel like you're pretty.

you do think you’re pretty.

sometimes.

but when you don’t, you just don’t.

to be with someone is to also accept their flaws and problems. and aaron thinks he has a lot of problems. problems that can be seen as a burden for some people.

but not to you.

never to you.

“hey sweetheart.” aaron muttered in a small voice as he wrapped his hands around your hips. head tucking in the crook of your neck. “you look absolutely stunning.” he press kisses at the sides of your neck making you flush.

“thank you, baby.” turning your head to give his lips a soft peck. your eyes moved back to the mirror in front of you, staring at your reflection. the sage green dress didn’t look the same on you as it did on the first time. a frown takes over your face.

aaron picks up on this immediately, “what’s wrong?” his rough hands massaging your chubby hips. his chin resting on your shoulder, as he stared into your eyes through the mirror.

“nothing.” you shook your head, eyes turned downwards, “i just liked the way i looked in this dress last week. now, it’s just— i don’t know. it’s different now.”

a sigh made aaron furrow his eyebrows, “what do you mean? you look gorgeous then, you look gorgeous now.” he insisted, thumbs softly caressing your sides.

you shrugged, you didn’t know how to explain it. “i don’t now, its just weird. i have this thing were if i look at myself for too long then i’ll notice everything that’s wrong with me.” inside of your cheeks bitten in frustration, you don’t like being weak in front of aaron. not when he’s so strong.

aaron’s heart dropped at your words. he turned you around, eyes determined and sharp, “you are the most beautiful, precious, prettiest person i have laid my eyes on.” he started, your mouth opened to reject but one look from aaron has you shutting your mouth, “and you’re so so sexy.” he almost whines, forehead pressing against yours. “i sometimes can’t think straight when i look at you.” the corners of your mouth curved upwards, making aaron melt, “i love everything about you.” a kiss to your nose, “and i know my words won’t probably shut those nasty thoughts in your head i hope i can at least quiet them.”

“aaron-“ your eyes widen as he went on his knees, his slacks straining against his thighs, “you’re gonna be late for work-“

he ignored you, grabbing the back of your thick thighs, scrunching the dress of your fabric up, making way for his lips to attack your skin, “you’re so hot.” a nibble on your thigh made you whimper, “fuck, i love the sounds you make.”

your hands went to tangle in his dark locks, “baby, you don’t have to do this-“

he groaned, breath hot on your skin, “i love it when you call me baby.” his fingers trailed the edge of your panties. squeezing the soft fat there, “you’re fucking ethereal. heaven sent just for me.” he whispered, leaving kisses all around your thighs. “you are everything to me.” he repeated, his brown eyes looking up at you softly, molten irises full of love and desire for you.

for you.

for you.

for you.

“everything.” he whispered softly, begging— pleading for you to understand.

and maybe these insecurities won’t fully go away, but aaron definitely did help made you feel better. so much better.

reblog for a kiss 💋

[angelicsoka]

YOU’RE SOMEBODY ELSE, t. zegras & h. brothers

part two <3

word count | 1.4k

pairings | trevor zegras x fem!hughes!reader, platonic!luke hughes x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x sister!reader, platonic!jack hughes x sister!reader, 

summary | the youngest hughes sibling is slowly becoming someone she can’t recognize

warnings | mentions of self-harm, suicidal ideation, and depression. ANGST. not proofread. this is not a very happy fic, based on the song you’re somebody else by flora cash. no use of "y/n". lowercase intended. uses of the nicknames for reader include: miss sunshine, bub, & kid

a/n | i’m surprised with how my other post turned out, i definitely was not expecting that lol. here's another sad fic, based on another sad song. i wrote this at 1 am when i couldn’t sleep, so i apologize if this sucks. 

you held the balance of the time

that only blindly i could read you

but i could read you

it's like you told me

go forward slowly

it's not a race to the end

she was their sunshine. the youngest hughes sibling and luke’s twin sister was an open book. she wore her heart on her sleeve, and was the sweetest soul around. she had her brothers  wrapped around her finger, and it didn’t take long for trevor zegras to fall for her enchanting smile. he made her happy, something only her family had ever truly achieved. quinn remembered the moment she ran into his room, threw herself on his bed as she squealed: “quinny, i think i’m in love!”

quinn held a soft smile on his face as she went on and on about the date trevor had taken her on. she had trusted him to hold this secret until the couple was ready to tell the two other hughes brothers, who would more than likely overreact. “well, bub, i’m happy for you, but if he hurts you, you tell me and i’ll break his face.” quinn promised, laughing when she hit his shoulder in retaliation. 

“please, as if!” she laughed, getting up to hug quinn. “thanks, quinny. i love you.”

“i love you too, kid.” quinn watched as she practically bounced out of his room. she was so clearly in love, blinded by it even. maybe that's where everything went wrong. maybe they moved too fast, maybe she needed to learn to truly love herself before she could truly love him.

you were the better part

of every bit of beating heart that i had

whatever i had

i finally sat alone

pitch black flesh and bone

couldn't believe that you were gone

trevor zegras loved her, he loved her more than he thought he would ever be able to love someone. and it wasn’t that she didn't love him, it was that she didn't love herself. she made trevor a better person, made him want to do right by others. if she had taken the time to take care of herself like she had taken care of everyone else, maybe they could’ve made it. maybe, he had loved her too much. maybe, they were doomed from the start.

now, trevor was alone, unsure of what to do. she had left him, claiming that she wasn’t ready. that she loved him, but she could never love him like how he loved her. that she didn’t know how to love herself, so how could she love him? still, trevor blamed himself. he was angry that he couldn’t have shown her how much good she brought to this cruel world. he spent too many nights stuck in thought about her, about how things could’ve been different.

she spent too many nights stuck in thought about how the world would be better without her. about how things would be better for everyone if she was gone.

well, you look like yourself

but you're somebody else

only it ain't on the surface

well, you talk like yourself

no, i hear someone else though

now you're making me nervous

change is inevitable. it is bound to happen, yet the youngest hughes sibling feared change. she felt herself becoming a person she could no longer recognize, it was like her body was a house that had been intruded by unwelcome visitors. she looked the same, yet she had changed so much. 

she never told her brothers the real reason she had broken up with trevor, instead she simply told them they had grown apart. however, one look at trevor zegras told them it was more than just that. it was after that they began to notice the subtle changes in her: the joyous laughs that use to fill the lake house were much more quiet and less frequent, and her smile never quite met her eyes.

it was after luke caught a glimpse of the scars that littered his twin’s thighs and stomach that they knew it was serious. luke tried to talk to her, to figure out what was going on but she would find anyway to divert the conversation, to get away from the inevitable change.

luke led his twin into the basement where quinn and jack were waiting. he had promised a movie night, just him and his sister and god, did he feel guilty about what he was about to do. he quickly shut the door, blocking her only way out. the look on her face made him want to break down. the once bright, bubbly girl looked nervous and so very tired. tired like she knew she couldn’t keep going like this without telling someone.

she took one look at her older brothers before breaking down in sobs. luke was quick to embrace her, jack and quinn on their feet in an instant. the words tumbled out, the need to tell someone being so unbearably overwhelming.

“i can’t do it anymore. i can’t keep living like this. i can’t look in a fucking mirror because i hate myself! i hate how i look, the way i talk and laugh! that’s why i do this to myself because i fucking deserve it!” she rolled up her sleeve, revealing the healing scars.

 “there’s this fucking war going on in my head and i’m losing. i can’t keep going, i don’t wanna keep going! i wish that i could go back to when i was a kid, to when i wasn’t so fucked in the head.” the words just kept coming, as well as the tears. she couldn’t see it, but her brothers were in shambles at this revelation. the fact that their sister hated herself so much she would physically hurt herself, that she couldn’t see how much she meant to them. “maybe i’m just better off dead.”

“don’t say that, don’t you ever fucking say that or even think that.” luke pulled back, looking to his sister. 

“bub, why didn’t you tell us you felt this way?” quinn questioned, watching as she took the tissue jack offered her. she sat on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest. jack sat beside her, looking at her with teary eyes. luke was on her other side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. quinn sat in front of her, a broken look on his face; he was the oldest of them all, he was supposed to protect them. why couldn’t he have protected her from this?

“i didn’t want to be a burden.” she sniffled, avoiding eye contact. jack scoffed beside her, pulling her gaze to him. 

“you? a burden? miss sunshine, you could never be a burden. your feelings are not a burden.” she felt relieved, glad that she would not have to carry this weight alone. tears began to cascade down her face as she allowed jack to hug her. she cried as her twin and oldest brother joined.

“you are so loved, miss sunshine. so fucking loved.” quinn kissed her forehead, a smile creeping on to her face. 

“thank you.” she rasped out, drying her eyes. she fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. “i was promised a movie night…” she trailed off, a smile adorning her face. this time it reached her eyes. “but first, i have someone i need to talk to.”

she stood up, walking to the basement bathroom. she closed the door behind her, taking a seat on the lid of the toilet. she dialed a number on her phone, hesitating slightly before she hit the call button. it rang a couple times before he picked up. “hey, z, you busy?”

“are you alright?”

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. just really needed to hear your voice.” she smiled, even though he couldn’t see it.

“are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned, concern clear in his voice.

“yeah, i'll explain everything when you get here next week, i just needed to hear your voice.” she heard distant voices on his end, followed by rustling as he pulled the phone away from his ear. 

“i’m sorry, but i gotta go.” he sounded upset, still clearly very concerned about her.

“that's okay, z. uh, before you go, i’m sorry... about everything.”

“its okay, it'll all be okay.” more distant voices could be heard, “i gotta go, i love you.” he ended the call, probably not realizing what he had said. it was in that moment, she knew everything would be alright.

i saw the part of you

that only when you're older, 

you will see too

you will see too

[jarenka]

Remember this plot bunny? I was thinking about it again and I was like: Nah, Anakin wouldn't be able win against Palpatine to get him arrested. But he can kill Palpatine! So I wrote a fic where Anakin time-travels in the middle of Clone Wars, immediately kills the Chancellor and now Jedi Order need to do something about it because they can't just say: "Sorry, but Anakin Skywalker just returned here from the dark future and killed Palpatine because he was an evil genocidal wizard who planned to take over the Republic. Thank you for your attention."

“How did you find out that Chancellor Palpatine was directly connected with the separatists?”

“He told me himself”.

“Why would he tell you this? Don't you think this is a bit strange behavior for a person who allegedly has been cooperating with the separatists in deep secrecy for many years?”

“We are…” Anakin sighed. It was a touchy question. "Chancellor Palpatine and I were close friends. He proposed... to join him. He miscalculated”.

It isn’t entirelly true. Palpatine hasn’t yet invited Anakin to join him. He bent over his "dear friend", who fainted in his apartment when they had lunch together.

“Anakin, what's going on?.. I need to call a doctor,” Palpatine’s voice came to him distorted. Anakin was dead. He didn't know where he was or why he was hearing a real voice. He didn't know why he felt someone else's hand on top of his own. His lightsaber landed in his palm, and Anakin directed it to the place where the voice was coming from without hesitation. There was a smell of burnt wool and burnt flesh. Something heavy fell on him. When Anakin finally regained full consciousness, Chancellor Palpatine was lying there, completely dead, with a hole from a lightsaber in his chest.

“Why did Chancellor Palpatine invite you to join him?”

Anakin shrugged.

“I don't know.”

“Can you make a guess?”

“Perhaps he was dissatisfied with Dooku.”

Catch Dooku and ask, Anakin wanted to say, but for the past month Obi-Wan and lawyer Laila Hetty have been training him to answer questions correctly.

“So, you don't know for sure?”

“That's exactly what I have said.”

A military expert, a witness for the defense, will confirm that Dooku has failed several important operations in recent months. Perhaps Palpatine had a hand in his failures, but no one will ever know about it.

“What exactly did Chancellor Palpatine offer you?”

They set foot on very dangerous ground. Anakin needed to lie convincingly.

Anakin heard Obi-Wan's tired voice in his head, “You've been a Sith for over twenty years. You should be good at lying!"

He uttered the phrase he had memorized with Obi-Wan: “He offered me a place as commander-in-chief of the Republican army if I help him to prolong the war as much as he needs.”

“How can you, as a Jedi, hold such a post?"

Anakin sighed.

“Chancellor Palpatine wanted to get rid of the Jedi.”

There were whispers in the hall. Anakin tried to ignore them.

“Why?”

“You'd better talk to the members of the Council about this.”

“Did Chancellor Palpatine just casually tell you that he wanted to destroy the Order?”

Anakin closed his eyes and opened them again. He had to remind himself that everyone around him could see his face.

“I myself confessed to him that the Council suspected him of having ties with the separatists and was going to... take action.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Adi Gallia will speak on behalf of the Council. They will both say that some members of the council have long suspected that a very high-ranking official works with separatists, and some of them have already begun to suspect Palpatine. Obi-Wan won't be able to remember exactly if he and Anakin talked about it, but it's quite likely — after all, they were very close and discussed a lot of different things among themselves. Another witness for the defense will be an inhibitor chip specialist who will demonstrate that among the orders of the clone army there is an order to destroy the Jedi. He will indicate that this order was sewn in initially, during clone army creation. It’s not that important to Anakin’s case, both officials and independent investigators are now looking into clones’ creation.

“So, Master Skywalker, let's talk about why Chancellor Palpatine decided that you would agree to his proposal.”

I have no idea, Anakin wanted to reply.

“Remember,” he heard Obi-Wan say, “you need to present a convincing story to the jury. You killed Palpatine, it's quite obvious, but you can be acquitted.”

Anakin looked at the jury once again. They were ordinary inhabitants of Coruscant of different ages and races. Who do they see in front of them? The former posterboy of the Republic, pale and disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes. In the morning before the hearing Ahsoka tried to help him clean up, but she had no idea what to do with human hair. Maybe it's even better this way. The jury will think he's suffering terribly after he murdered Palpatine.

“Chancellor Palpatine,” Anakin began, “had already talked about me leaving the Order. He... he knew about my disagreements with the Council and was ready to help me settle on my own on Coruscant.”

“Were your disagreements with the Council that serious?”

“Perhaps I... exaggerated a little in my conversations with the Chancellor, and he thought that my conflict with the Council was much more serious than it really was.”

Anakin in fact remembered that the Council couldn't stand him, and everyone there didn't like him, except Obi-Wan. He thought they would hate him even more when they found out about everything he had done. Anakin was no longer one of them, he had been a Sith longer than he had been a Jedi, right before his death he turned away from the Dark Side but committed numerous crimes before it. And yet the Order came to his defense. It would be much more convenient for them to leave Anakin at the mercy of Republican justice. He would have received a life sentence for the murder of the chancellor and spent the rest of his life in prison. Anakin was ready for such a fate. It was still better than becoming a Sith, and better than losing Padme. She will stay alive, and maybe even visit him in prison.

Instead, the Council insisted on keeping Anakin in the Temple instead of handing him over to the Coruscant detention center. Master Windu came to him and said: “Anakin, you will be judged by a jury, but I'm afraid they won’t like a time-travel story.”

“I know,” Anakin replied. “You didn't have to come here to tell me about it.”

It seemed to him then that Master Windu wanted to gloat. This was a stupid thing to think.

“During the investigation, they will most likely find some evidence that the chancellor passed information to the separatists. And if you prepare well for the trial, you may be acquitted. We will help you.”

“Why would you help me? I'm not a Jedi anymore.”

“That's not true. You're still a Jedi knight, you have a Padawan, and you killed a Sith who planned to seize power in the Republic and destroy the Order. It's the least we can do for you."

Anakin chuckled.

“The least”? And then what counts as “the most"?”

“We won’t talk about it, it’s illegal”.

Mace Windu smiled with the corner of his mouth.

“I know a very good lawyer,” he said. “She and Master Kenobi will help you prepare for the interrogations.”

After that Mace Windu came to him more than once, asked about the Sith, brought datachips with holodramas and recordings of theatrical plays. Obi-Wan brought him records of pod races and his favorite books. Anakin's cell was spacious enough to train, and he had long been used to doing it alone. It turned out that even the prison in the Temple was a much cozier place than his castle on Mustafar or his personal quarters abroad of the “Executor”.”

Adi Gallia came to ask him about Palpatine's ties with different shady groups. Anakin knew about them, although Palpatine didn’t reveal everything even to Darth Vader, his apprentice and right hand man.

“Are you going to conduct your own investigation?” he asked.

“I'm afraid the Order can't afford to investigate. But we can tell someone where exactly they need to dig.”

Anakin was sure that she was talking about official investigators with unnecessary secrecy, and had no good feelings about it. Most likely they, too, were corrupted by Palpatine and would not investigate his machinations too actively, if they didn’t want to accidentally investigate themselves.

A month and a half later, Obi-Wan brought him a datachip and with a large joint investigation of The Evening News and The Point that Chancellor Palpatine was transferring money to several criminal organizations through shady firms under the jurisdiction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Journalists were able to trace some money to bounty hunters who carried out the chancellor's orders.

“Six months ago,” Obi-Wan said, “someone killed two The Point journalists who were investigating the creation of a clone army.”

“Has anyone reacted to this article?”

“Oh, it caused a full scale outrage. Our media was scaring us with separatists and bounty hunters for years and now it turns out that the Chancellor of the Republic is tied to both of them.”

“It won't hurt the Chancellor in any way. He's dead.”

“But it means that the Chancellor has committed treason, and you... hmm, maybe you didn't act very wisely, because the Chancellor should be convicted by the court, but at the end of the day your actions were justifiable.”

“He's a Sith, he couldn't have been arrested. He would have had time to give the order to destroy the Jedi. And besides, he could bribe investigators and judges.”

“We know that. But for an ordinary citizen of the Republic, you broke the law and killed the Chancellor instead of initiating an investigation. You need to show that you had no other choice, and you acted in the interests of the Republic.”

“So, the last question. Let's go back to why you killed Chancellor Palpatine instead of reporting him to the authorities?”

This last question was perhaps the most difficult. He couldn't answer it directly. Anakin had many reasons to kill Palpatine, but nobody would believe a time-travel story. Jedi agreed not to touch on this topic at the trial.

It's good that Obi-Wan came up with a plausible explanation for me, he thought. During the time they were preparing for the trial, Anakin even managed to convince himself that Obi-Wan has a point.

“At first I planned to do so. The Chancellor committed high treason, he should have been arrested,” he replied. “But I've known Chancellor Palpatine for a long time. He is… he was a very careful person, and he always had a backup plan. As you said, he wouldn’t just confess his crimes to me, a Jedi General," Anakin thought that here he might be suspected of insincerity. He was speaking in Obi-Wan's words, not his own. — “And then I realized that the Chancellor would not let me live if I refused to join him. Probably he planned to poison me, but I didn't think about it back then. I just realized that I would not have the opportunity to inform someone about his crimes. General Skywalker would accidentally die of natural causes, and Chancellor Palpatine would continue to act on his plans.”

To his surprise, one of the policemen later confirmed that they found a container full of lycaea extract in the Chancellor's apartment. It was a rare poison from Outer Rim that couldn’t be detected with standard tests, and the consequences of poisoning looked like a heart attack. “How did you guess he would have the poison?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan later. “If I were him, I would keep something like this in case of an emergency. Being a Sith he could kill a person with his lightsaber or strangle them with the Force, but such a death wouldn’t look natural. "Natural" deaths occur mainly from poison.”

[worriedvision]

Promoted to a character - Wanderer

This was an idea I kinda wrote some small imagines for but not a fully fleshed kit fic and I figured why not now. Gender neutral reader, reader is an NPC and it's in an AU where the wanderer is confirmed to be dating them, and it's an aware au where everyone kinda knows they have a script whenever someone logs in. This is DEFINITELY gonna be multiple parts I'll be honest...

--

Your boyfriend really did his best to break out of the script, you could see how dejected his eyes looked whenever the traveler suddenly teleported in front of him to initiate a dialogue with him, forcing his body to turn completely away from you. The traveler was more unfortunate than anyone else, being the players sprite so they were controlled entirely by the player as opposed to being able to at least guess what their next move would be. Off-screen, the traveler was a normal person who you found pleasant - at first you think they would have been arrogant like other popular characters, but they genuinely just wanted to be away from all that when they could.

When your update came - the boyfriend ark with Wanderer - you saw the traveler run towards you, before changing into your boyfriend, or Mona, or Nahida - anyone really - and they would proceed to attack your sprite. You didn't get physically harmed, but your hands did fly up to your face to protect yourself out of instinct.

'Basic NPC, lucky you getting him!' the travelers voice would yell out. 'Anyone else would be better'.

You couldn't do much, other than read your script. Once they got past the story quest and the dialogue option is unlocked, they'd sprint over to you and ask you about your boyfriend. The dialogue you had to reply to?

A) What's his type?

B) Why didn't you reject him? He's dangerous.

C) What's interesting about you?

They'd span through the options to get as much info as they could, and you'd be forced to respond the following way:

A) "Oh, I think you would be his typical type!"

B) "...I don't really know, but I ought to fight to keep him."

C) "Oh, I'm just an NPC."

All of those options were terrible, and you dreaded the idea of these players using your image poorly. You'd sometimes see them pull out your boyfriends sprite and take pictures of him walking away from you, hearing a stupid audio playing. Typically it would be something along the lines of "It's not me it's you" playing as he'd walk before they'd rush to your boyfriend to take more thirst pictures.

The traveler felt really horrible about it, every time the player logged off they would run to you as fast as possible before hugging you, apologising profusely for the way the player treated you. You return the hug, reminding yourself that the traveler does not agree with the player.

Your boyfriend, however? He didn't see much of a problem, he knew the fans could be a bit much, but he only experienced the positive end where they'd shower him with love. Still creepy, but he knew it was just because of his looks.

--

The next major update, the developers received so much backlash for your development in the story that they made you and the wanderer break up. It wasn't amicable at all - the traveler rounded the corner with Paimon as you were seen on the ground, laying on your side as you rush to crawl over to your boyfriend to plead with him for one more chance.

He cackles in your face, kicking you back harshly as he smirks down at you.

"You hold me back from my potential, vermin. You were lucky you got the chance to warm my bed, you admire my face without repercussions." He laughs, a hand reaching the tip of his hat as he tilts his head away from you, your trembling figure trying and failing to run after him as more NPCS come out of their homes and shops to witness it all.

You couldn't even see a glance of guilt from the wanderer, but for some reason the player didn't talk to you like they typically did. The cut scene ended with them running over to you, sitting down next to you as they place a hand on your shoulder, Paimon doing so on the other side.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" The traveler asks, no hint or malice behind the camera either as you hear an 'oh my gosh' before responding with a brushing yes, getting up before walking to the adventurers guild to get your daily commission.

You get assigned a task your ex-boyfriend does. For some reason, he told Katheryne that he had too much to think about, and you had to take over. After the concern over you having no vision, he just gives a 'if they die they were never enough'. Not that you needed to be told that, he had told you the exact thing right before the traveler turned the corner.

You take the commission with shaky hands, knowing you weren't going to be able to do this alone but also knowing you couldn't ask your ex to help. Your character sighs shakily, heading towards the commission site.

--

Fast forward a bit, and your character falls into a trap. The ground gives out from underneath you, and you scream and look up as you see a terrified looking Paimon yelling for the traveler before you land on a wooden box, breaking it and hurting your back. The adrenaline from the fall causes you to get up, not feeling the agony as you push forward to get to a safe way up.

The Fatui were behind it. You didn't really get why, but quick glances of notes brought you to the idea that somehow, someone had been writing notes on how suspicious your ex-boyfriends background was. He didn't have any family, no knowledge before around the time you started to date him was known. Unfortunately, you got tied into the whole thing by association.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." You hear a Fatui agent chuckle, several sets of footsteps surrounding you slowly as the pain begins to set in and you recognise you were likely alone at this moment. Sure, the traveler must know you're down this hole, but you can't rely on them to get there on time. You don't even know if the traveler knows about you - perhaps the story was Paimon seeing you minutes before you died, allowing your ex the grieving lover trope.

You dodge attacks, not much of a fighter against a group of people, and the more you think of it the more you knew your boyfriend knew about this setup. He was the planned target, and you were the person that fatui would be the happiest with taking as a hostage. This was just for him getting time, or maybe he wanted you to die down here.

Then, the music started.

You grit your teeth, feeling an icy sensation running through your blood at you steel your nerves.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" An agent laughs, walking towards you before getting stopped by a smarter agent who senses the cold around them.

"My ex got me into this position, huh?" You tut, hands clenching as you get familiar with this cold feeling radiating out of you. It felt...somewhat right. "I'm just an NPC in this story, what's your interest with me?"

The agents look around the room, realising they're trapped down this hole until they somehow knock you out - a task they knew was going to be difficult, as the music grows with more instruments, and you get steady on your feet. Icy sounds trickle in, and they look to your body for a reason.

"Nothing I do in this story will ever be enough for you idiots, yet you insist on trying to ruin me?" You look up, your eyes now having a cool blue aura around them as you unclench your hands, an icy haze immediately starting to grow out.

"Well, I've had enough of being nothing. I'm not going to go down without a fight!" You screech out, sprinting towards your enemies who have now slowed down significantly because of your ability. They seem to be moving slower, but you spee duo knowing this won't last long.

The music builds into it's climax as you knock all of them unconscious, before you feel a surge of electro in your body as you fall unconscious, passing out as someone carries you. You don't hear much around you, other than the sound of the agents being detained by some people. You fully relax into the mystery man's arms, not caring about the situation anymore.

--

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, you see Paimon and the traveler sleeping by your bedside. They look especially tired, they must have been concerned about you.

"You're awake." A voice rings out, causing you to jump as you look at the man across the room, someone you didn't even notice. "Don't worry, you're safe here. I have some questions, but you need to recover."

"...Sorry, can I ask you for your name?" You ask, the man across from you showing a hint of amusement.

"I am Cyno, the General Mahamatra." He nods, you splutter before looking away bashfully. "I had to shock you to stop you from going overboard with your vision. With the adrenaline and breakup, you were especially capable of causing harm to yourself."

"Ah...Sorry." you rub the back of your head. "...Oh, you heard my dialogue didn't you? Gosh, that's so embarrassing."

"It happens to everyone." Cyno shrugs.

Meanwhile, the traveler has heard the entire conversation along with Paimon and pretended to remain asleep. They smile at each other, relieved that you seem to be getting along well with Cyno.

That, and he is stopping himself from his jokes.

[loveislarryislove]

FTH info and signup post here - deadline is Sunday, February 2nd!

Nervous about submitting a FTH auction?

I've been there! Writing for someone else is scary -- especially when you have no idea what you're going to be asked to write. When I signed up last year, I wondered if I was taking on too much (and indeed I did leave things to the last minute -- but I got it in just under the wire!). Once I took the leap, though I had a ton of fun, and loved the fic I wrote -- as well as the fics that were created for my bids!

Here are a few things that helped me to feel a little more confident about giving signing up a shot.

You can offer something on the smaller end! The form is incredibly customizable in many ways, including the size of what you offer. Fics that are "less than 5k words" and "5-10k words" are offered categories that are a little more bite-sized. A lot can still be accomplished in a short story :) Similarly, you can limit the scope of a drawing, the length of a podfic, or the amount of beta read-ing you feel able to offer. Or if you're interested in making a larger piece, but want to ensure a higher contribution for that effort, there's also a "dependent on donation amount" option -- or you can set a higher starting bid.

You don't have to do a fic! While fics are the largest proportion of auction offers, around a third of auctions (this year and in past years) have been for other things! There are many different categories you can submit in, from fanart to fan labor to physical crafts and beyond -- the only limit is your imagination. Here's a post with some more suggestions of different categories you could offer.

You have all year to finish! The deadline for completion isn't until December 31st, so you have about 9 months to settle on a prompt, flesh it out, and get it made. As we established above, I waited until the very end of the year to actually finish my fic, because deadlines aren't real until they're here. But what I didn't mention is that I wasn't alone -- in fact, of the over 700 fics posted to the FTH 2024 AO3 collection, more than 300 were posted after December 1st! Take your time, there's no hurry.

You can say no to prompts you aren't comfortable with. Even though this is a work you're making for someone else, that doesn't mean you have to make whatever they want. If you don't like writing a particular character, don't. If you aren't comfortable making NSFW content, don't. The auction signup lets you pre-state some of your likes and dislikes, to help give bidders a sense of what you're about and what they can expect, but even once they've won the auction, it's still totally fine to talk through ideas, suggest tweaks to their prompt, or gently turn down ideas that you really don't vibe with. It's helpful to be a bit open-minded and try to work with your bidders ideas and interests, but your feelings also still matter -- and after all, if you're enjoying the prompt, that will probably translate to a piece your bidder enjoys more!

If there are other things you're wondering or have questions about, I strongly recommend looking into the Fandom Trumps Hate FAQ -- it's super comprehensive and thorough -- and they also have a great overview of the signup form to give you a sense of what questions you'll need to answer and how adjustable your auction is to your specific wants and needs.

And if you still aren't sure if signing up is for you -- that's okay! The FTH mods (and me, and many other people) support you taking care of yourself and recognizing your own needs and capacities. You've gotta put on your own oxygen mask first, after all. And there are lots of other ways to support this event, if you feel one of those is more accessible for you.

[klikandtuna]

2024 FIC ROUNDUP

Oooookay I barely know what I’m doing here but I’ll give it a shot. 😁

What fandoms do you write in?

It’s allllll Good Omens. After S2 broke my brain, I started sending tiny snippets of fic ideas to a couple of friends, which over the course of a few months really snowballed beyond any pretense of control. I’m gone, y’all. This is my life now.

How many words have you published in 2024?

WELL this number is about to jump with the posting of Find Every Sky next week, but at this moment I’m sitting at

✨758,377✨

Which is pretty cool! To be fair, a good chunk of that was written before I had joined AO3 (it took those couple of friends about six months to convince me to join up), so it wasn’t all written this year, though certainly most of it was.

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Aside from actually joining the fandom at all, this award definitely goes to the TWENTY-TWO CONSECUTIVE WEEKS, May-October, in which I posted TWO CHAPTERS PER WEEK without missing a single update. Find the Light and Sky Clear Blue were written back-to-back without any break inbetween, and while the schedule for SCB got a little dicey for a while, my beta-reader and I managed to keep that Tuesday/Friday ride going allllll the way to the end. Pretty proud of that.

What are your top three favorite fics you wrote this year?

This is so unfair because they’re all my babies 😭😭 I pour so much of myself into everything I write that I really hate choosing favorites, buuuuut I’ll try.

When You Go (101k Reverse Omens, complete but there’s a sequel coming, rated E)

My human AUs receive by far the most attention (and I’m not complaining!), but I want to give some love to my Reverse-Omens fic because I’m pretty darn proud of it. Each chapter bounces back and forth between an ongoing present-day storyline and anecdotes from their past, and it was my first attempt at switching tenses for effect (which I really got the hang of in Sky Clear Blue, haha). I feel like I really nailed the characterizations here, and it was a joy to a) flesh out the Starmaker as the Seraph Baraqiel and let him be his full glorious self, and b) experiment with what the Fall might do to someone as sweet as Aziraphale; while I did give him the demon name Azazel, I did NOT make him a goat demon because frankly that’s all wrong for him. I went a different direction and it’s FRIGGIN COOL, Y’ALL ☺️

Sky Clear Blue (289k human AU, complete, rated E)

Obviously 💛 Time travel, coming out, the beautiful transformative power of love. My biggest piece to date, started as a tiny seed and germinated into something really beautiful. Also at some point I started illustrating every chapter which was a real game-changer, and makes me feel a weird obligation to KEEP DOING THAT for all of my fics.

Naked and Afraid: Jingle Hell (24k human AU, complete, rated T but only for, like, mildly suggestive themes)

Okay my new favorite thing EVER is to take an extremely silly premise and make you FEEL THINGS 🥰 "Aziraphale and Crowley are participants on Naked and Afraid" is not a thing I would have expected to be received with joy and tears, but here we are, and I'm very very happy with how this one turned out.

What was your biggest Pit of Despair moment?

...That's awfully dramatic, but I guess when the SCB posting schedule was really catching up to me and writing was more of a HAVE TO thing instead of a just-for-fun thing. But that didn't last long, and it never got to the point where I wasn't enjoying myself. Writing is a real passion of mine and I'm having the time of my life with these fics.

What have you learned?

Honestly...I've learned that I can do this. I really can. I can take an idea, just the tiniest glimmer of silver in the aether, and follow it and draw it out and spin it into something magnificent. I can write things that make people Feel (including myself!). When I reach, the story is there, and I can trust that I'll find it as I go along.

I've also learned that a good beta-reader is worth their weight in gold, rubies, mithril, any incredibly valuable thing, and that it's okay to open myself up to criticism, and that accepting suggestions from someone smart and articulate and caring makes my writing soooo much better.

What fic did you want to do, but never made it off the ground?

The Naked and Afraid piece would have been my answer here, except I found a way to make it happen 😁 I have a bunch of half-formed, nebulous ideas floating around, but really I've just been going for the stories that I want to tell. I guess we could count the When You Go sequel here, haha. As soon as I've had some time to absorb and process Season 3, the sequel is ON

Did you beta any fics? Any faves you want to give shout out?

I kiiiiinda did one soft beta-type-thing just last week, but that was my very first time! I'm usually soooo busy with my own projects that I barely have time to read anything anyone else writes, much less offer thoughtful feedback. Maybe one day...

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

See just above — I don't have the tiiiiiiime. I did read For Loving One by @thescholarlystrumpet and it was gorgeous (she even embedded a piece of fan art I did in one of the chapters, which was very exciting for me), and I read Love, Uh, Finds a Way by @heretic1103 which was a delight, annnnnd oh! oh! I stumbled upon Lay Thee Sinner, 'Neath the Cross and Pole by @thenerdalert and have been enjoying the updates!

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Okay NOW I'm excited, because as I mentioned above, I've got a brand-spankin'-new BIG multichapter human AU on the waaaaay and the first chapter is going to drop on December 31! The title is In His Hand a Burning Coal and it has officially consumed my entire heart. Can't WAIT to start sharing this one. It's tapped into some deeeeep, lifelong reservoirs of love and nerdy passion for me, and I think that comes through in the writing.

ALSO, in late February we're going to do something REALLY FUN. What do y'all think about a Choose Your Own Adventure FANFIC?? Like, I post a poll with options for the next chapter, you vote, and I write in the direction of the winning option? I'm super excited to give this a try. I do dearly love a good prompt, and if we can get a bunch of people in on the voting action I think it'll be an absolute blast. Soft and sweet? Hysterical crack? Enemies-to-lovers or a tooth-rotting meet-cute? ALL OF THE ABOVE??? YOU choose! 😃

Is there anyone you'd like to thank?

First and foremost, always, I thank @suzypfonne. A random comment on one of my fics has become a friendship I treasure dearly. She's smart, she's funny, she's deeply kind and caring and generous, and she's the best friggin' beta-reader I could imagine. She has made me a better writer, and I'm always excited to turn over a doc to her. 💛💛

Huge thanks as well to @sparklyshinymagpie, who messaged me out of the blue one day to say "hey I could help code the social-media stuff in your fic, if that's something you'd be interested in." HOLY SHIT YES. She has put a huge amount of time and work into making my stories so much prettier, and our next project will be compiling the PDFs for my big stories so I can finally make print copies available for purchase! She is VERY talented and patient and I APPRECIATE HER VERY MUCH

I'm also tremendously grateful to @e-rated-beardo for the unspeakably gorgeous gift that is this incredible recording of the titular song from Sky Clear Blue. One of the lovliest gifts I've EVER been given!

And a final thank-you to @lolalu16 for her tireless cheerleading. They sometimes get early access to chapters, just because I like them 😁

OKAY this was fun but also took forever, haha. I'd love to read others' posts on this subject, so feel free to go for it!

[flowersandskeletons526]

I'm trying to put out at least a little Warriors content because the fic I'm writing is taking so long to finish so here. Rembrandt/Ajax headcanons for all my remjax shippers that followed me for that pairing:

Both of them have a bit of a jealousy issue. Not bad, but it's there, and Rembrandt is actually the one who's worse about it

Going off that, Rembrandt has a serious mean streak when she wants to let it out. We all know Ajax is quick to bite, but if Rembrandt is pissed, she's going to verbally eviscerate you and your entire bloodline (I think it was @asthedeathoflight who wrote in their fic "Ajax could never love someone who wasn't mean" or something like that and I took that to heart, please correct me if I'm misquoting or miscrediting that)

Ajax is the "tis but a flesh wound" type when it comes to her being hurt but the second that Rembrandt gets so much as a sniffle she's in full panic mode

I know their actresses don't have that major of a height difference but in my brain the characters DO because I'm a sucker for height differences

Before the events of the album (and the subsequent headcanon bs I've written afterwards) they only had a big argument about once every six months. The first time the other Warriors heard it they thought for SURE it was the end because to Ajax and Rembrandt, their arguing sounds like any other couple's arguing but to literally everyone else, it sounds fucking VICIOUS

(I don't know why so many of these are becoming sad but they are)

Before they got their own apartment that they later shared with Fox, one of the other Warriors *walked in* on them at least once, which led to Ajax trying to kill whoever didn't knock

Ajax mildly hates the fact that Rembrandt smokes (even though literally everyone else does it too) and tries to get her to quit multiple times

Ajax would propose to Rembrandt in a way where she doesn't even realize what she's saying until Rembrandt points out what it sounds like and Ajax is like oh fuck that is what I'm doing isn't it? Rembrandt of course would say yes

Aaaaaand that's all I've got for now

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Extremely specific headcanon I have for Hazbin Hotel, that has yet to slip into any actually written (not just half done in a draft) fic:

Bear with me but, Lillith ruled Hell for an as yet unknown period of time, yes?

What if, to amass the power she needed rapidly enough to challenge Heaven, she simply... wrote into Law, in a place where Sinners were unlikely to look or contest even if they could, that she immediately gained ownership of the soul of anyone who hit Sovereign Overlord rank?

Binding that Sinner and their amassed chains to her instantly.

With a number of caveats under the Law, including one to bind them to silence about the matter, one to allow her to pull power form them and their networks as needed, one to bind them to her service including the battlefront if required, and one to advise that they could not lose overlord rank unless defeated. The latter preventing both the power from depleting, and her clever little thralls from simply voiding the 'deal' and being able to tell people of it.

Should one of her Overlords fall, they likely regenerate on the end of a leash for the new Sovereign who would succeed them. You would assume they could tell someone, but ah, that's the clever part... another little addendum to the Law she wrote in after one of her former thralls tried to spill the proverbial magic beans to Lucifer...

Thankfully, her husband had been utterly subsumed by a depressive episode and was clearly dissociating so hard he was mentally four Rings down as the sinner begged his help...

But after that, and after her favourites had feasted on the fool, Lillith learned. She carefully changed her wording to void that any Soverigns current or former, those who 'lived' and served on a chain to a Sovereign, could not share anything about their ties to the Queen or her plans or anything of that nature.

She'd pulled in a few of the scholarly but socially inept Goetia princelings for that one. They were so interested in the Words and the way they could curl the language so restrictively tight (theoretically) that none even considered wondering what the Queen needed the terms FOR. Envisioning a real world application was just... not how they operated, after all.

What care they for the plights of sinners?

Couldn't Lillith bind them with her songs? Perhaps. But Sinners were tricky, and all so differently empowered more than a few could rival her own tricks if pushed or boosted. Ah, and that's the carrot over the stick, of course... for every Sovereign she forced to kneel to her, she bounced power down the line as well. A neverending feedback loop where both parties received something... some even gained new tricks.

Why would they fight back if it benefitted them? When the Queen didn't really bother them all that much except the occasional task or request? When they loved bloodshed and slaughter, and each dreamed of what Heaven could look like when decimated and ripe for the pickings under their claws, paws, tentacles or other appendages.

Some of the older Overlords, the Sovereigns, she left to their own devices at this point. She never had to fight for Zestial's loyalty, he was a nightmare made 'flesh' but his respect for the royal house was widely known. Even moreso when the Princess was born.

They would take tea in the gardens sometime, easily waving away the ever-present leash between one throat to the other's hand. Sometimes, Lillith imagined she wouldn't really need to bind him, that she could count on his support if she let the deal break, but... a niggling fear always held her back.

Given how capricious Heaven was growing, how carefully worded the missives and their demands, she couldn't help but grow paranoid. Charlotte was a threat to them. The chubby cheeked little thing that occasionally blew one of the palace walls out with her midnight wails for a feed, was a terrifying Thing to the feathered fools above.

She felt their eyes on her, on Charlie, on Hell constantly.

In a perfect world, Lillith would pluck their wings one feather at a time, until they reconsidered tormenting her family. Her people.

Perhaps there were denizens who deserved eternal torment... but not all of humanity's children could be painted with such a broad stroke. There were those here who should have ascended... who were weighed down by a mistake made early on, or an act in panicked attempts to save their own life, or even retribution for a life of cruelty. How could Heaven see what trauma these sinners bore and decide that one act defined a whole life of living, breathing, loving and laughter?

Ah, but that was what she clashed with them over.

After all, these were the Good Peoples who requested Charlie be terminated before and almost immediately after delivery. Lillith had lost several overlords and hellborn soldiers keeping them from Lucifer and Charlie that day. And then the weeks after, when they tried over and over. Damn their portals.

Zestial had been of particular assistance there. The only one she felt safe enough having close to the newborn and her healing husband, his powers surging back as they no longer needed to feed the growing child. Still, he was nowhere near at full strength, and Heaven saw vulnerability as a time to strike. The cowards.

She had pooled their forces and fought back, rebelling mildly at first. In ways that seemed appropriate and proper to the situation of course... she could get away with such actions to defend her family.

Little forays became ongoing assaults from above. Time passed in a whirling miasma that felt at once like molasses and yet... as dizzyingly swift as an out of control merry-go-round. Immortality was heavy and confusing, even for the First Woman.

Her people, the majority at least, rallied at her warcry. At the songs she gave them to strengthen their resolve, to empower them all to face the angels...

And then a few new toys fell into Hell, changing the playing field slightly, as Heaven's plans changed. First, came the technologically empowered Sinner whose very existence birthed telecommunications and radios in all seven rings... a way for her to reach out to all her subjects at once was quite the boon. And on the other hand, his odd skillset made the Sinner quite the swiss army knife, and it took little time to ensnare his soul as he ascended with alarming speed to sovereign overlord status.

Secondly, and most horrifyingly, came the exorcists. They were called Guards, at first, of course. Strange, hard to kill angels that seemed more... battle inclined. Less empathetic to the Sinners.

Of course angels before them had killed in their attempts to get to the Royals, but these... things... they just killed whoever stood in their way. It was disgusting, how blatantly they would take lives so permanently and smirk at Lillith, at Lucifer, at the others.

Lillith came to hear of betrayal amongst her own ranks as well. Dissent for being owned was nothing new, not for her Sovereigns... but to discover some were openly plotting with Heaven to allow access to Charlotte? To Lucifer and Lillith? Her fury was incandescent. Violent and merciless.

She tore the ringleader apart, but the others scattered.

She sent the ever graceful and ruthless Rosie, the Canibal Queen, after several of them and turned a blind eye to their ends. The others, why she unleashed Alastor, the Radio Demon, upon them. After all, hunting Sinners was his preferred pastime, and she also needed him to make an example of them on the funny little show he did.

Their screams helped to soothe Charlotte to sleep in the evenings, as they rocketed across the airwaves. Lillith never did truly compel the Radio Demon to explain how he managed to force them into the airwaves and prevent reformation... but ah, does it matter when everything is working well for once?

Feeling more in control, finally, the Queen allowed herself a rare moment of relaxation. Something she would curse herself for in future. So much wet wrong beneath her weary gaze, and she saw none of it until the dominos fell, revealing the hidden pattern far too late to do anything about it.

Since Charlie's birth and the constant barrage from above, Lucifer had truly withdrawn into himself. Lillith couldn't let such melancholy invade their daughter's formative years, working to keep them separated to allow him time to heal and settle. Let him come back to himself, to be the father he Could Be in time.

In hindsight, her actions were cruel and pulling from him the only joy he truly knew in those dark days of self-loathing. She should have watched him far closer... for a moment of weakness, a chink in the armour is all one needs to strike.

Somehow, Heaven slipped through the cracks, whispered in the ear of her little love... convinced him that Hell's population was too numerous, that if he agreed to a thinning of the herd, Heaven would sign an agreement against harming any Hellborn during their proposed Cleansings. With Charlotte's name top of the list of protected persons.

Of course he signed. Lillith had been furious about it in the moment, but once per decade was better than nothing... and she could see where his heart was in this, he wanted to protect Charlotte as a father, to keep them both safe.

She'd acted out of emotion then, taking Charlotte with her from the palace and leaving for her own, enraged. Mind whirling with plans on how best to thwart this new threat... some things slipped in the interim, especially when it came to her Sovereigns.

Lillith called several to her, naturally, seeking counsel and support from more than a few of her trusted. Additionally seeking some guidance on parenting from the few she trusted who had been decent enough caregivers, like Carmilla.

She failed to see the burgeoning problems between her Radio Demon and the newly rising Vox, until things fell apart. Just as Hell was growing enamoured with the miracle of television and visual media that swept through the Rings, and her collar closed on the man's throat... a miscommunication blew her plans to use their combined abilities to rally Hell, right out of the water.

Vox had pursued someone oblivious to his intentions, who thought they were friends. Alastor reacted calmly and firmly rebuffing the first few times... but grew weary of the insistence, something Lillith came to hear of in passing through Rosie's love for gossip. If the Queen could have stepped back through time to make a change, she would have halted that nonsense before it spiralled out of control... before Vox made his fateful connection to that Moth.

Valentino was a Sovereign, yes. But Lillith used his chain to keep the moth as far from herself, her daughters and the other overlords as possible. She disliked being in his prescence. Of course his smoke couldn't compel her... but she knew what he was, what he used his powers for... what he whispered in the ears of others to darken their hearts. So very... like Heaven, it made her skin crawl.

There was a strategic value in his powers, potentially, but they had no angels apart from Lucifer to test the efficacy of the smoke upon. And the archangel simply shrugged off the intoxicant like an unpleasant air freshner. Lillith found herself discarding the moth, mentally, and moving on to other plans.

Something she regretted, when looking back. You did not turn your back on someone like Valentino, it allowed them access to your lowered guard... and for someone like the moth, the loss of favour and interest in them could easily cause resentment to stir.

Battle plans accelerated, she had her peoples armed and pulsing with her song through the airwaves and television screens. All willing to fight, to rebel, to stand under her banner.

Charlotte was nearing her adult years, which was why Lillith even dared risk this inevitable confrontation. They couldn't hurt her daughter, not like this... she was powerful, like Lucifer. Idealistic and frustratingly filled with hope, but... exceptionally gifted, even with the agreed upon restrictions placed atop Charlotte when she was barely delivered. Bound, but not helpless.

The next extermination was crawling closer... this would be the eighth to occur, and Lillith grieved all those lost in the ones before. But planning a war, or at least a proper defence, took time and strategy. A chance to save All i the future, meant losing Some in the interim sadly.

Perhaps she abandoned Charlotte more than anticipated in this time. She simply wanted to keep Charlie distracted, sending her off with different Sins for holidays and visits... but it was never enough. Lillith craved to see her darling daily, and yet... for her safety, she had to appear distant, aloof, cold and closed off to her daughter.

If Heaven succeeded, the repercussions MUST fall on Lillith alone. Charlie would be spared. She had to be, or what was the point of it all?

Rarely did Lillith feel her Sovereigns call for her through the chains, it was not exactly a well-loved situation by the majority... but her favoured often tolerated it well enough. Yet, when it happened, she always responded rapidly.

This had not been... the anticipated scene, however, as she materialised inside the newly formed AV Tower to find Valentino pinning a stunned-looking Alastor to the floor with several arms and smoke filling the air. Vox grinning as his eye swirled, the words he spewed churning Lillith's very stomach as he tried to change the fundamental nature of his once-friend.

Once more, she regretted not having the moth dealt with earlier on. This level of manipulation... not just Alastor, but Vox, her little picture box who had always been so eager to help and protect... this was vile. Pink saliva dripped from the moth's tongue onto the deer's face, rolling off his clenched smile.

She had separated the three immediately, blasting Valentino and Vox so forcefully backwards that parts of the pair began to combust in hellfire. Irrational as she knew it was, all she could see was Adam trying to force himself onto her in the Garden, and it filled her with a rage that blinded the Queen to all else.

Even if Alastor had not been one of her favoured, and a dependable executioner of her enemies, she wiuld have defended him. Or any of her Overlords, against such an assault to their person.

Her furious song made Vox's screen crack, made Valentino tear at his own antennae until one tore off as it resonated deeply within his head. It compelled them to grovel, even as she helped the bespelled Alastor upright, curling her song around him so the notes did not cause him harm.

Lucifer would not understand why she returned home angry that night, he tried vacantly to appease her, but was so deep in his own despair from the latest demands of Heaven that Lillith wasn't surprised he didn't ask why she dragged a sinner to the palace. Nor was there even the slightest recognition in those normally sparkling eyes as he mechanically flushed the remaining biochemicals from the Overlord's form, with the barest flex of his powers.

Lillith couldn't help but worry at his increasing absences... but there was so much going on. He ate, because she ate... he spoke when she spoke to him, and he retreated to his rooms when it was all done. Everything by wrote, in the worst way possible.

He barely noted the addition on the nearest couch, nor the other Sovereign who remained knitting furiously on a chair nearby. Imp servants politely offering a variety of foods and drinks to all present...

Only the brief call from Charlie in the Wrath Ring breaking the heavy atmosphere in the palace that evening.

Lillith felt on edge for days after. There was so much happening, and that wasn't even counting the issues amongst her Sovereigns...

Heaven had to pay for their misdeeds, and she finally felt on the knife's edge of rebelling. The final straw came in the form of a new missive, delivered with obnoxious pomp and circumstance by some sort of Cherub... which she had internally debated allowing Alastor and Rosie to eat, as the pair had always mentioned wanting to see if it tasted like Heavenly veal.

However, she held them at bay... this time.

At least... until she read the message. A smug little memo that the exterminations would now be every five years, instead of every ten, made her see red. Lillith's blood boiled, and in a moment of anger, she did indeed eviscerate the messenger despite the proverbs against it.

Reluctantly, once the moment of fury ended, she'd allowed the cannibals their delicacy... and then had to use their collars to contain the pair in the palace for the next few hours until the heightened sensations of bloodlust and manic joy wore off. She wrote a new law into Hell that night, preventing anyone from eating Cherubs whenever possible. For practical purposes.

One couldn't have the whole of Cannibal Town blissed out and bloodthirsty, after all, they could more easily decimate Hell than the exorcists under such circumstances. The absolute ridiculousness of her day made the Queen laugh heartily, not quite dispelling the rage she felt around he missive but... lightening the burden.

Lucifer crumpled in on himself hearing the new proclamation. The despair was palpable, his claws tearing at his own hair at the realisation that this was how Heaven would play it from here on out. Always pushing for more, more, more now that the first signature was given... always pointing their angelic spears at Charlie whenever he pushed back. Lillith had to sing him out of a panic attack so violent the former angel nearly passed out.

Once he was settled again, Lillith put him to bed and snuggled close, taking the time to memorise every inch of his face... the sensations of their bodies melded together, tucking it deep in her mind for-... well, just in case.

Tomorrow, she decided.

Lillith sang a quiet lullaby into the ears of her twitching husband until he settled peacefully into an enchanted sleep. She hoped he might forgive her in future, when all had come to pass... but if not, then at least he was safe this night.

And so it came to be, that when the exorcists rained down upon Hell, they came across an empowered army waiting to fight back. Furious at always feeling under threat from Heaven, when life was already so miserable.

Lillith's song set hearts thrumming to the beat, filling them to the brim with power, sinners and Sovereigns alike. They fought with everything they had, tooth, claw and powers of all kinds... but the exorcists were far too tough to simply pin down and disembowl as one could a cherub.

They seemed faster, more resilient, devoid of anything but the cruel joy of slaughter like any sinner might be. How had they ended up Winners, with such attitudes?

Lillith fought by her Sovereigns, close to her favoured ones as they took on Heaven for her. Some of the Sovereigns had resisted mightily, but she had been able to change their minds with persuasion... others, she ordered with songs. If Valentino and Vox were front and centre of the battlefront, so be it.

Sinners were being slaughtered in every direction, drowning her hopes for victory as their angelic steel seemed to rain down upon them without any reprieve or mercy in sight. She felt the call to retreat rise in her throat, and die out as a familiar figure blocked out the red sun before her...

Adam, grinning behind an exorcist mask, swiftly engaged her in combat. Lazily using his granted divine abilities to force her backwards, clearly enjoying having her on the backfoot. Lillith wasn't certain who gave the arrogant bastard Grace, but they deserved to experience a molten lava enema.

Without any particular strain, as her spear broke against his buldging form, Adam knocked her to the ground. Pinning her, his grin wide and delighted; lecherous in a way that sent her into a momentary flashback to Eden, and her pulse thundered, vision greying at the edges.

A shield flickered to life between them before his disgusting tongue could get anywhere near her face, leaving the Queen sighing in relief. Adam snarled, demanding to see who had thrown up the odd translucent black dome between the pair. It flickered, wobbly and not as tangible as it could be, before snapping out of existence as several exorcists took their chance to subdue the caster.

Ah, yes of course... Lillith had been feeding more of her power down the chain to Alastor, Rosie, Zestial and Carmilla these days. Her 'four horsemen' she liked to joke in private. New abilities were bound to develop... but this shield was intriguing.

The Queen headbutted Adam as he laughed at her Sovereign being downed. He yelled, nothing particularly pleasant in his response, and tried to strike her in response only to find a shield making his palm sting instead.

An exorcist slammed Alastor's head into the ground with the blunt end of her weapon, finishing whatever small trace of consciousness remained. Lillith could see that the battle was nearly over, her sinners, her subjects and her Sovereigns all decimated.

Rosie was bleeding sluggishly to her far right, with Carmilla and Zestial fighting over her, forcing angels back to allow an imp medic time to patch up the Cannibette. Exorcists across the field were laughing as they stabbed still twitching forms.

With a sharp dismissive wave, Lillith sent her remaining Sovereigns from the battlefield. Once they landed, they could theoretically summon their remaining soldiers through their deals... leaving the dead and dying to the battlefield.

Adam slapped her, right across the face, commanding that she stop her games. Delighted to have the upper hand again now that her rebellion had failed... and to see her brought low against him.

"We can't have this sort of thing spreading, Lilly, you know that. So I think you and the fucker with the shield thing are going to come with us, up top, and one of the uptights is going to pay Lucifer a little visit. See what we can negotiate after you fucking idiots decided to push back." He crooned, just about radiating malicious glee and self-importance. "See, my rockin' bitches, my girls here, they love to kill you vile sinners, and well... once every five years just ain't cutting it for my soldiers. I've already got the green light from Sera to have Yearly exterminations.... all thanks to you."

Lillith's heart stutters in horror. No.

"Oh yeah, you bet. See, I'd make it once a month, but Sera's a bit tight about that... she said she would consider it if we can't come to an agreement. So I think we're gonna make one of those little Deals that gets your Demon dicks hard, right? You're gonna promise to come with me and play nice, keep your red pet over there under control in Heaven, and I'll stop pushing for monthly access to Hell... we'll sign the yearly accord like planned. Sound good?"

She glared at him. "What would you have me do?"

He blinks. "Uh, well, just knowing you and the homewrecker are trapped apart is going to be fun for me. But I don't want your used ass, I got my girls, and I can have any of 'em I want anytime. THEY love me, like you were supposed to."

"We will be... safe? And the hellborn will remain covered by the contract?"

"The imps and shit? Yeah, course. They're just doing their thing, they didn't choose to be here, they're just living their lives." Adam shrugged, bored with the topic. "And you can bring the sharp-toothed deer with you, as company or whatever, but he bites anybody and I'm going to liquify him. Don't like that shield shit he was on about, we might need to try and work out a way to break it while you're having time with us..."

That sparked interest. They were afraid of the shield? Why? It had deflected some attacks, but it wasn't a strong ability, Alastor had only manifested it mid-battle... but then again, it had the potential to cause trouble for everyone above if he honed it. Or she boosted it with her voice.

"...as long as the terms of the deal are as stated and not subject to change, I will agree to it." She accepts, knowing it's all she can do. Her hand clasps Adam's, and the energy explodes in all directions. She feels her gorge rise as a chain clamps about her throat, the chain resting in Adam's hand... as Heaven had originally wanted her bound to the First Man.

With a grin that twisted her insides, Adam hefts the shackled Queen into his arms and spreads his wings. "C'mon Lil, let's get back to a place where they understand the concept of bathing... alley-oop!"

She cursed his name as they took off, heading for Heaven, her heart drowning in misery.

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Hours turned to days, days to weeks, weeks to months and then years... it blurred after a while.

Adam held his bargain, he dared not touch her, but he did bother her regularly to wave his metaphorical dick about. Prove his superiority.

Lucifer had never needed to. He was small and sweet, but his power, his confidence could radiate when he was feeling like himself. He never needed to show off like this to enforce his position. You could sense the King and his Authority when needed.

She agonised over his state, as he had woken to a world destroyed and a wife gone. The hierarchy of sinners in shambles and a new demand in his hands for more death and destruction. It must have destroyed her little love... but at least Charlotte was safe.

As time wore on, Lillith was left to her own devices. Often only with Alastor to speak with, when the angels weren't demanding to play target practice with him, trying to find new ways around his abilities.

He was often dropped back to her less than whole, but able to regenerate with a little musical encouragement. Adam wouldn't let his girls use pure angelic steel with their new toy, because he liked to drag out his games.

Lillith couldn't recall how many times she had attempted to apologise for the situation, for Alastor being trapped with her here. He always waved it off, some cheery nonsense about how fighting was better than dead... and she had done the same for him.

At least she wasn't here alone. That may have driven her to madness.

Eventually, she was left on an odd plane, a little pocket dimension that encompassed an ocean and a few luxuries. You never hungered here, or felt the need to use the facilities, but you could bathe in hot water for hours without pruning so there was that.

It had been hilarious the time Adam barged in to find both Queen and Sovereign Overlord soaking in ridiculously decadent claw footed tubs filled to the brim with scented bubbles, having quite the conversation about some exorcist gossip he'd overhead between training rounds. Soft music wafted through the tropical air from Alastor's internal radio, a bit mued but functional even in Heaven.

Lillith is certain it was the cucumber slices on their eyes that short-circuited Adam's tiny brain.

He accused the pair of sleeping together, which set them into hysterical laughter, confusing Adam further. He'd originally come to demand to use the radio fucker for a new training session with his girls... but this whole scenario set the First Man off.

Lillith couldn't help but feel a thrum of satisfaction at seeing him foolishly try to puff out his chest and assert dominance in a room of people who didn't care one iota. Still, Adam's fragile ego decided that the risk of ANOTHER man stealing Lillith away was too great, despite the near decade the pair had lived together in semi-harmony (the Queen maintained that there were other good genres of music, and she would kill him herself if she had to hear certain songs again any time this century) with nothing happening.

The fluffed up fool actually ORDERS Lillith to send Alastor back to Hell. It was a wonder that the 1812 Overture with Cannon didn't start playing in triumph behind the pair as they shared covert under-cucumber glances at one another.

"Of course, Adam. As you wish." She capitulates, and settles back in the tub. "Was that all?"

"Yeah, you better do as I say! I-... what? Er, yeah. Just get him gone by tomorrow, I got some shit to get through."

Lillith waits until he is gone to shoot out of the tub and pull on a robe, tossing another at the overlord before he even has a chance to step hoof out of the tub. He just about falls back in, leading to his shadow playing a laugh track, and getting yanked into the tub with him.

Of all the Overlords to be trapped with, at least Alastor was entertaining. Still, they had been handed golden eggs, and there was little time before Adam would recall his folly and try to slay the goose.

They had to act fast.

In rather a rush, the Queen outlines what she needs Alastor to do, without pushing around the current boundaries of Adam's own restrictions on her. The ones filtering down to her Sovereigns through the collar on her own throat, infuriatingly.

He must find Charlie, and help her, protect her without backing down. He must find Lucifer and force the King to take respobsibility for his child, his people, if he's still stuck in that haze of lost time and despair. He must not let Adam succeed, but he also cannot take up arms against Heaven.

Too much movement and Heaven would notice she had tasked him against them. If her leash went taut, so did Alastor's.

It was only later, that she would think over her wording and regret the specificity of her orders.

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Her overlords are in disarray after her departure, infighting and a sense of arrogance at her Silence. The chain links remain lax, and so... more than a few overstep their bounds.

The first she knows of any changes, is when Adam comes to complain that 'her brat' has built a hotel for Sinners to be redeemed. Ah, Charlotte was such a dreamer... as her father had been, once.

Bitching himself raw about having to meet with her about her plan for this nonsense. He flashes images on the orb, showing off pictures of her dear little girl all grown up and a ragtag assortment of-... hold on, was that an exorcist?

Why was Charlie kissing her? Oh... dear. Well, their line was quite attracted to the angelic kind, it was only a matter of time.

A distorted figure in the background of one of the shots tells her that at least Alastor has joined in on whatever her daughter is up to. And that Lucifer has requested the meeting makes the Queen assume he must be at least partly involved. The King's hang ups about Upstairs wouldn't allow him to passively call for a meeting, he must be jumping out of his skin right about now in fear for Charlie.

Of course she is the first to hear Adam's gloating as he returns, touting delight that the exterminations were now every 6 months and he was going for 'that little cunt's hotel' first.

Lillith hoped to one day watch him choke on his last breath for that statement. He could do whatever he wanted to her, but not Charlie. Not her daughter.

Stomach roiling, her face impassive, she listened... and for the next six months, she fretted and plotted. Trying to find a way to help... trying to work out where to from here.

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Lillith's nails dug into her thighs every second after the horns blared to signify the exorcists were leaving. It reverberated in her pocket dimension, unheard by the rest of Heaven but a cruel and specific taunt from Adam right at his First Wife.

Dread gnawed at her insides.

Let her live through this. Let Adam break the oaths first... let Lucifer intervene.

She couldn't help but move to the orb oh so carelessly left for her in the sand. Watching would hurt her, but not knowing the fates of her loved ones burned like angelic steel.

Lillith fell to temptation once more and forced the orb to show her the battle. Heart thundering as she watched the scene play out, with Adam breaking a far too familiar shield and Rosie's cannibals and cannibettes devouring angels.

She cursed at the sudden realisation. It was so obvious to use angelic steel against the angels! How had they not tried such a contingency before?

Charlie looked so beautiful, so deadly amongst the army fighting back... and that angel of hers played the sword perfectly to Charlie's shield. Oh... that one would definitely receive the royal blessing for Charlie's hand when she asked.

The chain linking to Alastor jerked, and she couldn't help but feel it fracture momentarily before stabilising. Her attention flickered to the roof to see the battle that commenced when the shield shattered... and the ending. Her eyes noted the distinct lack of angelic steel, and Lillith swore. She did not typically do so, but this... this was a special occasion.

Do not take up arms against Heaven, why had she phrased it that way? How could even the most powerful sinner defeat the First Man without angelic steel? But her order to protect Charlie at all costs countermanded any attempt to dodge fighting like this.

The Queen tugged at her hair and gasped as one of her Favoured was downed. She tried to pulse power down the chains, but it was muted given the pair were in different realms.

Adam turned his attention to Charlotte, and the Queen's heart seized in her chest. The violence and glee Adam showed when aiming for Charlotte was horrifying, and the fool couldn't help but showboat about it.

The gratification of seeing Lucifer step in to pummel the bastard into the dirt was... something else. Something that made her heart thrum and her skin tingle. Ah, he was so handsome in his full demonic form.

And then the little gremlin maid stabbed Adam, leaving the Queen overcome with delighted joy as tears pricked in her eyes. The collar disintegrating about her shoulders as he gasped his last.

She was free. She could go home.

A sound at the entrance had her tossing the orb to the sand and reclining on her sun lounge, artistically unbothered as she pretended to tan. That annoying pick-me exorcist, Banjo or whatever her name was, arrived to bleed all over her pocket dimension.

"Adam's dead, and so's your deal with him. Now I need you to go deal with your little bitch of a daughter, as soon as possible." She snarls, and Lillith makes a show of rolling her eyes.

"If you insist."

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The Queen portals home faster than she can blink, taking her first acrid breath of hellfire and brimstone in eight long years with joy and minimal coughing.

Her chains pull taut as she calls on her Sovereigns to attend her. Some fight, but are subdued easily enough...

And Lillith leads them to the newly refurbished Hazbin Hotel, where her overwrought and overjoyed daughter stands amongst friends singing about tomorrow. Ah, she definitely was Lucifer's child after all.

The final note breaks as the Princess chokes out a sobbed 'Mum?' before racing to her. Lucifer dropping to the ground so fast he could have broken his wings if they hadn't retracted in time as the King cautiously approached.

"Darling, I'm so pleased to see you again... safe and sound. I've brought some help to get this place sorted out once more, and then we can chat about the future of your project, hmmm?" Lillith falls back into the role of Queen so easily, like changing attire.

Charlie is trying to pulverise her ribcage... and then Lucifer tentatively puts his arms around the pair to crush them even further. She pets their hair, humming to soothe.

Others present are in awe, never having met the Queen. however, she is looking for another in the mess of bodies. Easily, she begins to disperse Overlords about the place to manage the rebuilding efforts.

Rosie is next to arrive, flinging her arms about the Queen in joy to see her again. Zestial bows low and kisses her hand as Carmilla curtsies, before Lillith tries to crush the pair in her deceptively strong arms.

"I missed you all, thank you for standing with my daughter." She greets them, smiling. Charlie is by her own angel, beaming through her sobs, vibrating with her emotional overload.

Lucifer hovers close, and squints between the overlords and Lillith. He gasps. "You didn't..."

"Oh, but I did. A long, long time ago... and I don't regret it." She murmurs back, as the Overlords wave up at him. "The ones before you are almost all of my Favoured Sovereigns, but I am missing one... would you happen to know where I might find Alastor, dear?"

Lucifer's expression scrunched up tight. "Ugh, the deer? Really? He's such an asshole..."

"Perhaps, but he's a friend and I am concerned about what I saw of his fight with Adam. The requests I made of him before he returned to Hell were... not well articulated. I'm afraid that they pushed him to act literally, and he was harmed as a result."

"Returned from where, exactly? Where were you?" Lucifer asked, ignoring the rest, but languidly looking around for a haze of red.

"Heaven, unfortunately. Adam quashed my initial rebellion, but in order to stop him pushing for monthly exterminations I was forced to make a deal. I was trapped in Heaven, with him... and with Alastor. Long story, I'll tell you it all later, I promise." She assures, watching his expression crumple and smooth back out as her words hit home. His hellfire crown flares at the realisation that Adam had effectively kidnapped her.

"If he wasn't already dead, I'd pull him apart for that."

"I know, darling, and I love you for it. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I see who I'm missing..." Lillith mutters, heading off towards a red blur who is holding another smaller reddish white blur in the air by the back of their attire. Under any other circumstance, she would remain with Charlie and Lucifer, never letting go... but she had to fix her mistake.

Lucifer followed after her, seemingly annoyed at her focus on the Overlord, but wanting to remain close.

"Alastor, darling, lovely to see you again..." she opens, all light and charm, opening her arms. He near drops Niffty in surprise to hear Lillith in Hell and whirls around, attempting to stifle a wince but not quite swiftly enough to avoid her sharp eyes. "Now you can let me have a look at that the easy way, or I start singing..."

"No idea what you're talking about!" He chirps back, seemingly still deciding if she's really here or it's some sort of trick. "Tell me, your Majesty, what were we doing when Adam arrived and became so irate he allowed me entry back to Hell?"

She covered her mouth, but a rather unregal sounding snort escaped, as her eyes flickered to Lucifer's face. "Sharing a bubble bath and gossip, as you played that same blasted tune on loop until I assumed drowning you would be the best way to shut it off."

The laughter burst forth as Alastor couldn't help himself, the very same music began to play in the air about them in a stilted way. Like it was a radio with a broken speaker.

"You did WHAT with my wife?!"

"Oh relax, sire, we had our own tubs... perhaps you should try a bubble bath, it might help you ease some of the tension from today's fight."

"Yes, and speaking of..." Lillith started, and then had to grab the other before he dissolved into shadows. "No. Stay." The command evaporated his escape route.

"Now is not the time..." Alastor counters.

"Oh, it is. I worded my requests wrong, and you were injured, so I believe we are going to take care of it right now. You wouldn't want me to feel distressed, would you deer?" The queen grins, playing both the cards of friendship and his distinct inherent desire to not cause undue distress to women. She's relaively sure that was his mother's doing, based on their conversations over the years.

"I really think you are overestimating the issue, Lillith... my staff is broken, yes, but I can mend it in time. And I don't think your voice can do anything for the bruise on my ego." He deflects, playing a distorted laugh track. "Why don't you go see young Charlotte, I can see she's nearly bursting out of her skin that you are finally back."

She prods him dead in the centre of his chest, and her finger comes away wet with blood. "Of course, just the staff you say."

"...perhaps later?" he negotiates, ignoring the way Zestial casts a very knowing grin over at him. One did not simply negotiate with the Queen, not when she was worried about something. You capitulated.

"Last chance, deerling... show me the problem or I deal with it my way." Lillith smiles, putting a hand on his shoulder, it looks friendly... but that's why her threats were so lethal. She feels him try to shadow away again, and the Queen rolls her eyes. "Ah, why did you have to be so stubborn, Alastor... we just want to help."

Lucifer grumbles a soft "I don't, his fake ass father people eating bullshit can die for all I care..."

And she laughs. The sounds snaps off suddenly as she again feels the push of a desperate shadow shift hitting her command's boundaries. Her hand slips up to the nape of his neck and she leans in close to sing a soft suggestion into his ears. His eyes fall blank as his body slumps against hers in slumber, and she feels the wet slide of bloody fabric against her own attire as she rearranges him.

She places him on the ground as Charlie runs over, worried Vaggie inches behind with her spear hovering in different directions. Worried that pointing it at her future mother in law may cause tension between them.

Rosie kneels to put Al's head on her skirted knees. "I see you didn't manage to do anything about his stubborn streak when you went on your... vacation." She teases the Queen.

"You know as well as I, Rosie, that some things are beyond even my powers..." Lillith laughed, popping open the man's attire to get a look at the wound. "Hmmm, there's some Grace in there, but I think I can draw it out with song... unless my darling husband could help?"

"Fine. But only for you, not him... you sure I can't get you a new one? There's got to be a more fun Overlord for your collection..." Lucifer chatters away as he tugs at the golden threads of something ephemeral that coil out of the injury. Lillith sings softly, sealing the damaged flesh back to a semi-healed state. Sinner regeneration would take over once the angelic threat was dispersed.

"Ah, but I'm attached to this one. And, I do rather need him for one little errand he's been asking for for soem time... I had to hold off before because we weren't sure if we'd need the pair for battle."

Rosie gasped, utterly delighted. "You mean...?"

"Yes, when he's awake I give you permission to turn them into whatever dish you want." Lillith grinned as Rosie lit up with joy. "And if you save me a morsel from each, I would be grateful... even if it's only symbolic I feel it necessary to reclaim them somehow."

Once he was healed, and she was satisfied Alastor would live, Lillith rose to return to her beuatiful daughter and hovering husband.

She held them for the longest time, now the immediate danger was past them. "I missed you both so much... I never stopped thinking of you, and how to keep you safe even when I was trapped up there. If we can retire to the palace for a little while, I'd love to tell you everything... you must have so many questions."

Charlie may never let go of her mother again.

Lucifer snapped a portal open and then swopped both his girls into his arms, spinning them through the air before diving through to the palace. Lillith laughed, joy building and echoing through her chest at the heady feeling of freedom after so long.

Heaven may lodge repercussions tomorrow, that was the risk they took fighting today... but for now, she felt nothing but contentment at being home with her family.

There would be time to burn down Heaven later.

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Several hours later, an extremely confused Angel Dust let out a curse so profound that the new wallpaper just about peeled off in horror.

Husk whirled around from hammering in floorboards to find the stunned spider staring at his chain as it pulsed frenetically. The radio began to click through stations, finally settling on static before a very familiar pair of voices erupted into screams around them. All of Hell alight with their agony.

Short-lived, though it was.

In mere moments, one of the voices gurgled out into a pitiful whimper that trailed into nothingness. The links of Angel's collar shuddered and reformed in a very familiar green, with a tinge of magenta that could only belong to Overlord Rosie.

"No fuckin' way..." Angel gasped.

"Well, shit. Welcome to the team, I guess." Husk huffed, clapping the spider on the shoulder, and making a soft noise of surprise as the gruff bartender finds himself dipped and kissed by three pairs of arms. "Hey, warn a guy before you go all romantasy on him..."

"Heh, sorry, got all excited. You think Smiles'd let me see his di-..."

"No. But he'll eat you if you ask, so, maybe rethink it."

"Well, okay, but I dunno what I can bring to the table outside of hooking. Not the best match up overlord wise."

"You shoot straighter than you act, 'course he's gonna love having that sort of firepower around to run fucked up errands. Now come on, I think we've earned a drink."

"Damn right we have."

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Lillith felt the chains snap as Vox and Valentino died, an odd sensation that left her feeling elated rather than a sense of loss.

Like exhaling after a long swim. Something else done and dusted off the to-do list for making Hell a better place.

Lucifer curled tighter against her on one side, his wings stretching across the couch to cover all bodies present. Charlie tucked in tight on the other side with Vaggie pulled close against herself.

It was so very warm, so comfortable and safe.

After everything... they were together again, and the world was still here. Tomorrow could bring anything.

Lillith sighed in contentment, heart full as she surveryed her little family and strummed mental fingers over the secure bonds of her chains. Flooding them with power that bounced back, feeling that all was well with all her Sovereigns from frustrating to Favoured.

Hell was changing, and she would be there to see it happen.

But perhaps... after a quick nap, ensconced in the safety of her family's arms.

Her last thought, as she fell asleep, was wondering if she could provide the little cleaning gremlin who killed Adam a medal of honour...

[rambleonwaywardson]

i have been rereading ttmab the last couple days and it mentioned that John no longer has any family left. Which is so sad now given the Christmas flashback fic!! Do you have any thoughts about when/how the boys handled that? With John wanting to share these moments with his parents and also Gale both as spouse and someone who experienced his first real family unit with them?

(Sorry it's taken a hot second to reply to this!!)

Wow, yeah, that is an amazing question that I've been worried someone would ask me 😆

I'm not sure if this is the part you're referencing, but Chapter 5 (the wedding) comes to mind. I honestly really wish I had fleshed their story out more by the time I wrote that. When I started TTMAB (back when chapters were 5k words or less instead of 10-12k monsters), I had no idea that I would end up building a whole world around this fic and didn't think certain things through quite as well as I did later. This is one of them, and I thought a lot about it while writing the Christmas flashback, thinking about these same exact questions that I wish I had addressed in TTMAB.

Bucky losing his parents, I think, is something that happened well before TTMAB began, before he assimilated into the astronaut corps. It was an unexpected loss that, of course, was extremely difficult for the boys to navigate, especially as younger adults when neither of them were as emotionally available. It hit Bucky hard, and he likely became reserved for a while, a little depressed. It hit Gale pretty hard, too. He'd found a family, only to lose it. But he considered it his responsibility to be strong for his then-boyfriend. While they shared the sadness and the remembrance at the time, it was only years later that Gale would really be able to talk to Bucky about how he was affected by that loss.

By 2025, when TTMAB takes place, the loss wasn't fresh anymore. That's the kind of thing that affects you in your daily life, all the time, but the weight -- both the extent of it and the way you carry it -- starts to change. Of course, the boys desperately wished Mr. and Mrs. Egan were there to see the life they'd built, see their accomplishments in the Air Force and at NASA, and they express this from time to time. (As a little side note, Bucky would have carried a picture of his parents with him on the ISS). Leading up to the wedding, it was hard on both of them, but especially Bucky, that his parents wouldn't be there. While it's been years, this was an emotionally charged moment where he longed to have his family with him. They were supposed to be there. This hit him repeatedly throughout the wedding planning process, and made it difficult at times. That's why there's such an emphasis on found family -- Marge and Curt especially being key players in keeping both of the boys sane and surrounding them with love.

A little detail I wish I'd incorporated in TTMAB (and may shove into Soon You'll Get Better) is the idea of Bucky wanting his parents during his recovery and/or Gale being crushed by the need for them to be there (to care for Bucky and to support him), but they're not.

A long answer to a question that honestly deserves so much more exploration!

[separatist-apologist]

Is it bad if I say I might not read the next books. Even if it is Elucien, and they might be my only exception. Like yesterday I was reading an Azris fic and, I just realized how much better those two characters would be together and knowing SJM would never do it I became so over canon.

And then I started thinking about all SJM’s mishaps and I was like damnn I don’t know if I even care to read the next books.  I don’t want to spoil the memory of fanon ACOTAR by reading it.

I know she is trying as a writer but I am just getting exhausted with her plot points and it’s also another reason why I choose not to read CC and no one will ever make me do it.

When I was reading the pregnancy plot I remember rolling my eyes and being like SJM don’t do it and she did it.

I am done with SJM I think. Like I said, except the elucien book is really good, and I hear about it every where like the way MAF was, I won’t bother and that might be a stretch. And people might flake me for this but honestly I don’t care it’s a personal preference thing. If you still like the books that’s fine.

Oof

I agree with you anon. I want to see the conclusion of this series but I think for me, I would not have liked these books if I'd read them after something different. I think a lot of it is like, an introduction to these sort of stories and how fun and easy it is to read. I didn't really enjoy TOG and I don't really understand why everyone hypes it up as her best story- it's not even readable until book 3, regardless of WHEN she started writing it. And CC is overly bloated and just filled with all her worst qualities as a writer. I was moderately enjoying the mystery of book 1 CC until what, 600 pages in, the whole thing is solved with "Bryce knew all along and already saved the boy" like okay. Thanks for wasting my time.

As far as ACOTAR, I loved the first three books and I was really excited for ACOSF because I enjoyed Nesta a lot. She's so different from other heroines and then we got...all...that. It felt like everyone was punishing Nesta for not being Feyre- including SJM. The baby plot also genuinely bothers me so much because Rhys harps on and on about telling Feyre the truth and things being her choice until its time to REALLY put that into practice, and suddenly he's all the things he claims to hate. Like when he says that sometimes you can love someone too much, as a criticism of Tamlin? HELLO?

I know she needed to take Feyre out of the plot to push Nesta forward but just being pregnant should have been enough. The book could have focused more time on Feyre and Nesta and Elain hashing their shit out than all the back and forth with Cassian and Eris and how Eris was hurting Cassian's feelings for being...Eris. I don't know this for sure, but I'd bet Eris could more talking/page time than Elain did in NESTAS book, where her whole arc across the main trilogy is protecting Elain.

I think SJM is an entertaining writer- I'm not going to sit here and pretend she's the worst thing to happen to literature when those ladies who wrote the Zodiac Academy are right there, but she's inconsistent and leaves the rest of us to kind of piece it all together. Like, you can find a million theories we treat as canon on why Rhys/Feyre did this why Nesta said that, who was doing the domestic chores in the Archeron house or what Azriels deal with Mor is. And that's just the interpersonal character drama. I've read fics that flesh out her magic system and world so well and it'll remind me that like, oh shit she didn't tell us ANY of this.

I'm still going to read it- sunken cost fallacy. I've spent so much time here, and I love it even if I'm just whatever about the author. I don't think I could be convinced to pick up a new series of hers based on name recognition alone, though.

[serbarris]

Author Ask Tag

Tagged by @volkoss my answers are not going to be as eloquent or insightful but enjoy I guess lol x

All of these are going to be about my current fic At Best You'll Find A Little Remedy. Which is about Emmrich and my Rook, Calliope!!

What is the main lesson of your story?

Um, intentionally - no main lesson. I think unintentionally, it's a story of Calliope learning to trust herself, in multiple aspects of her life, also to be more trusting of others. Also I wanted to explore the romance in Veilguard a bit more, and flesh out some of the interactions with not just Emmrich but the other companions too. And finally, I wanted to inflict/show some real-time trauma for them since everyone seems slightly too well-adjusted for the Horrors they are experiencing lol.

What did you use as inspiration for your world-building?

Basically, I had a passing headcanon that Calliope was in Emmrich's class as a student, and obviously why would she not have a crush on the handsome 35-40 year old teacher? and ran with it. First I wrote I'll Crawl Home to Her as a starting place for small interactions between the main quests, and then I started to build off those small scenes that's now ballooned into this multichapter fic! Also chapter 1 of this fic was basically - what if I wrote veilguard as a romcom novel.

Also I have a list of things I wish were explored a bit more in VG, so the plotline with the huge books in the Cauldron, an earlier first kiss scene, a [redacted] fight, and can't beat just hurt/comfort and more smut :)

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help them grow as a person?

On reflection, it's a bit of free therapy writing Calliope. Even though she's a couple years older than me, she is v much a younger version of myself. I was very reclusive and introverted (still am) but she is truly the extreme of me at my worst I guess? I definitely feel like I want her to grow and show that throughout the fic - at the beginning of VG she is very much running away from her problems, as well as longing to go home. She's definitely fighting her own demons in a continent without therapy so she is Struggling, but the team do help her a lot and it's the first time she's truly been confident at calling people friends (apart from Audric and Myrna but Myrna's her boss and Vorgoth is like a quasi-uncle).

I also took the chance to explore Emmrich's POV a bit through some interludes that take place. I think Calliope has such a puppy love towards Emmrich and truly has watched him afar for many years that I wanted to punctuate Emmrich only just noticing her, and how it's a quicker descent for him (that starts out a bit more lusty). It's very fun to write Emmrich's POV chapters, his voice comes quite easily.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Currently sitting at about 22 chapters that I'm happy with the plan for(one of those will probably be split in two so maybe 23 is the answer?) - possibly more possibly less I'm going with the flow!

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Fanfiction babeyy, on ao3, some chapters have been cross-posted to tumble (before I decided to post on ao3 as a multichapter)

When did you start writing?

I wrote a couple of fanfics back in the day when I was a teen for HP and Darren Shan - I then didn't write for years until 2019 when I started to write for my Inquisitor x OC, but I've never had the balls to write their longfic it would be intense haha. Then only picked up writing again in November after doing Calliope's playthrough!

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr?

just write!!! it's fun, it's therapy- post it or don't post it, someone out there will enjoy it, even if it's an audience of you!!

Tagging: @aymayzing @maythedreadwolftakeyou

[saruin]

I can agree that Veilguard has its issues, there are some things I’m not a big fan of and some choices that as someone who’s played through the entirety of the series multiple times and read the books/comics don’t make a lick of sense to me, but overall it’s a good game imo. I’ve been taking my time and exploring in it but to me it read like if DA2 was given time to be fleshed out properly while still being new. I think because of the lore and previous writing they wrote themselves into a bit of a corner, but that’s was inevitable at some point. If this is supposed to be a soft reboot then maybe that means the next game goes back to having that more open choice RPG feel people are saying it’s missing

Personally, I went in with no expectations because I love this franchise and I know most of my headcanons and thoughts aren’t EA’s world state, which is fine. But I’ve been really enjoying the game. The combat is a bit of a learning game curve compared to what we’ve had before but the heart of the games has always been the story and the interaction you have with your companions but that’s just me. People can be mad and upset and complain about being a “DA purist” or complain that they don’t like the art style but at its core everyone has a different experience and connection to the game and no single DA game looks like another. The styles are all different! And if something doesn’t match with your story for your player character you can literally write fix-it fics and headcanons if you’re really mad about it *cough cough all of us who wanted the Hawke/Varric romance that they scrapped*

At the end of the day, I’d say take everything everyone’s been saying about the game with a (large) grain of salt. Take your time, explore, and enjoy it. It’s a got beautiful scenery, you can pet the cats and Mabari, and the cc for both Rook and the Inquisitor made me tear up because I literally haven’t seen my girl in 3 years and here she is with pretty flowing hair and still (in my mind because I haven’t seen her in game yet) is a rebel with a cause

Sorry for the long rant and rambling also, it’s just neat seeing creators and blogs I follow on here get excited about what is pretty much my favorite game series when in my offline experience is that it’s a very niche series to like. Also love your content for sims btw! I always get excited seeing when you’ve got something new cooking

Thank you for this. I think it's easy for people to forget that everyone doesn't experience games the same way. I don't listen to critics and I ignore people's opinions on stuff I'm genuinely excited about because I want to judge it with my own two eyes. I appreciate other people's perspective but I don't have to agree with them, what fun is that.

I remember when I was about to start playing Mass Effect and was asking friends for input (cause I didn't understand at the time that people could be extremely biased) I was told over and over again that ME3 was the worst game ever and to not even play it, to just get the story online somewhere. Well I ended up playing it despite their opinions and ME3 is my favorite game in the series.

Thank you again for giving me your opinions and I'm so happy you're enjoying the game. Also thanks so much for liking my content 🩷

[ddarker-dreams]

Hi! I have a question, you can ignore this if you want to but I’ve found myself really loving the way you write and the range of writing you can articulate as well. Speaking from someone who is nowhere close to that level of skill you possess, would you mind being able to explain your journey of writing, if you practiced any particular methods or anything else to get to this stage you are at right now? Unless you have been gifted the talent of writing from birth and didn’t need to try for much long or long enough to call it a journey. Could you also spare some tips and advice for someone who wants to start writing stories and what to look into/practice?

I love your work a lot and I am constantly waiting for the notification of your new posts, despite not being a writer myself I do love breaking down and analysing writing and your stories are always such good options for me to look into. Thank you so much for writing and sparing your time to produce such well done pieces of work — I felt extremely corny writing this, excuse me for this language, I promise I’m not a pimp!

THIS ISN'T CORNY AT ALL!!!! ❌🌽❌!!!!

i'm deeply grateful for all your kind words, thank you so so much 😭

i don't mean this in a self-deprecating way, but i've never considered myself a gifted or super incredible writer, i just get hype about story ideas and try to make them as good as i can. due to that, i start sweating when people ask for advice because i don't consider myself qualified... i do have a writing advice tag, but take everything i say with a grain of salt!! if it's fanfic literally all that matters is that you enjoy whatever you're writing.

i'm more than happy to share my writing journey though!! it's kinda fun to reminiscence.

i've loved reading and writing ever since i was a little lock. while thinking about this ask, it occurred to me that what i've always been the most invested in are the characters. i'd think about 275894275 different storylines with them. i didn't start writing fanfic until i was around 11 though, everything was handwritten. or in flipnote hatena.

i did a lot of fanfic writing from 11-14 buuuut then my interest in it kinda fizzled out. it wasn't until i watched hxh for the first time that i took it up again bc chrollo is that powerful. that's when i started conceptualizing HWR. i looked at my early writing folder, the first HWR fanfic i wrote was in 2016 when i was 15 ?? here's a cursed excerpt:

anyway, once i started making googly eyes at chrollo, it was gg. i've been writing often ever since.

what's helped me the most is to focus on the elements i find interesting. for example, i like fleshing out my MCs, focusing on dialogue, and developing a universe around the main pairing. because i enjoy this so much it's (mostly) always easy to devote time and effort toward it.

so i think it comes down to finding out what niches you like and working with those. some writers prefer to write with heavy prose, others are more succinct, some writers like dialogue, others prefer to be more action based... etc etc. this does require a little time if you're completely new to writing, but you know yourself best. you'll eventually pick up on what part of the story you're most excited to write.

this isn't particularly mind-blowing or anything but i hope it helps some 😭 what completely Altered my mindset was when i realized i can be as self-indulgent as humanly possible. cringe is not in my vocabulary. write a MC where every single character is in love with them if you want. write a 100k word fic about your OC being isekaid into x world. post about your f/os, draw art of you with your fav, go ham.