#it’s the end of LL draft one

[scribble-dee-vee]

Announcing to the void that it is 12/4, and I have written THIRTEEN THOUSAND WORDS since the start of this month. That’s the update. Just wanted to share bc this is ostensibly a writing blog aksjfkdkfj

[rafecameronssl4t]

honestly so inlove with what’s good John b because you wrote it very similarly to what happened in the show (of course with your twists) and I was wondering if you could do one about reader being rafes girlfriend and being there when he shot peterkin and reader being just so shocked and couldn’t believe what he just did

Me and the Devil || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

GIF by @tetragonia

A/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for toooo long

Warnings: this is a canon fic that is based from s1 ep 9 so if you were uncomfortable watching it, especially towards the end when Rafe k!lls peterkins, please do not read this as I go into detail.

Word count: 1,693

MASTERLIST

Divider by @yoonitos

"Rafe, what are we doing out here?" you ask, your voice tinged with concern as you unbuckle your seatbelt and step out of the car. The sun blazes overhead, casting sharp shadows on the dusty, secluded airstrip, save for the one airplane on the other side.

"I'm just checking something," Rafe replies, attempting to sound casual as he opens the car door. You hesitate for a moment before following him.

"Oh my god, Rafe!" you whisper-yell, your eyes widening as you spot Peterkins aiming her gun at Ward, with Sarah and John B standing behind him. Rafe halts, and both of you watch the tense scene unfold, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "What is going on—" Your question is cut short by the chilling, unmistakable sound of a gun cocking.

You turn, heart hammering in your chest, to see Rafe gripping a gun tightly in his hand. Panic and confusion flood your mind. "Rafe," you whisper, your voice trembling with fear and disbelief. He looks back at you, eyes wild and desperate, a stark contrast to his usual confident demeanor.

"Hey, hey, I'm doing this for us, okay? Just—just stay in the car," he pleads, though his voice is shaky and uncertain. Your breathing quickens, and you can feel the terror rising within you.

"No—no, I'm coming with you," you insist, shaking your head as you step beside him. You clutch at Rafe's shirt, your fingers digging into the fabric as you look at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Please don't do anything stupid," you beg, your voice breaking with emotion. His silence is deafening, amplifying your dread and uncertainty.

Rafe moves stealthily along the side of the airplane, keeping out of sight, and you follow closely, every nerve in your body on edge. The afternoon sun beats down relentlessly, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Suddenly, Peterkins' voice rings out, clear and authoritative, "You're under arrest for the murder of Big John Routledge." A gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it, and Rafe is quick to react. His hand clamps over your mouth, silencing you as he pulls you against his chest.

Your heart races, pounding so loudly as you the situation you are in sinks in. Pressed against Rafe, you can feel his own heart beating rapidly. The realization that he's willing to go to such lengths terrifies you. He removes his hand slowly, but keeps you close, his eyes scanning the scene ahead.

"Stay quiet," he whispers, his voice barely audible. The sound of footsteps and hushed voices reaches your ears, and you can make out the strained expressions on the faces of Ward, Sarah, and John B. Your hand tightens its grip on Rafe's shirt, your body trembling.

The conversation around you fades into an indistinct murmur as your mind races, grappling with the gravity of the situation you and Rafe find yourselves in. Rafe’s muttered curses, “Shit, shit, shit,” barely register in your ears, overshadowed by the pounding of your own heartbeat. You watch in a daze as Ward crumples to his knees. His shoulders sagas he places his hands behind his head in a gesture of surrender.

Peterkins strides forward with a stern expression, her movements deliberate and unyielding. The metallic click of the handcuffs as they close around Ward’s wrists seems unnaturally loud in the silence that envelops you.

Beside you, Rafe’s panic is palpable. His breaths come in quick, shallow gasps. In the blink of an eye, Rafe is moving past you, gun in hand. Your eyes widen in pure terror as the reality of the situation crashes down on you. “Rafe, Rafe! Stop—” you scream, your voice breaking with fear and desperation. But your plea is cut short by the deafening sound of a gunshot.

Instinctively, you block your ears and crouch down on the ground, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your heart pounds so fiercely you can feel it in your throat, each beat echoing in your ears. Over the ringing left by the gunshot, you can hear Sarah’s screams, high-pitched and filled with horror.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the hot tears streaming down your face, mingling with the sweat and grime of the moment. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you slowly look up, dread gnawing at your insides. Your gaze settles on the scene before you, and an audible sob bursts from your throat.

Sheriff Peterkin is on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out beneath her. The stark crimson against the earth sends a wave of nausea through you. Rafe stands a few feet away, the gun still in his hand, his face a mask of shock and confusion. He had shot her. The reality of it hits you like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs.

Every detail sharpens into painful clarity—the way Peterkin’s body lies still, the glint of the handcuffs now forgotten beside her, the horrified expressions of everyone around. The world seems to contract to this single, unbearable moment. Your sobs come harder now, wracking your body as you struggle to process the horror of what just happened. The gravity of Rafe’s actions sinks in, and you feel a deep, gut-wrenching despair.

Sarah is sobbing uncontrollably as John B holds her close to him, his face a mix of shock and terror. “Rafe, what did you do?” Ward’s voice trembles with a mixture of horror and disbelief as he stares at his son.

Rafe, his eyes wild and manic, lets out a chilling chuckle. “I saved you, Dad,” he says, his voice tinged with a desperate glee. “I saved you!” he yells, his voice echoing in the stillness that follows the gunshot. You stand there, paralyzed, your hands clasped over your mouth in a futile attempt to contain the sobs threatening to escape.

Peterkins coughs, struggling to breathe. John B rushes to her side, desperately trying to stop the bleeding as you stand by, helpless. Your eyes dart to Rafe, his gun still trained on them. You grab his forearm, attempting to lower the weapon, but he remains unmoved, your efforts only eliciting another sob from your lips.

John B clutches Peterkins' radio, when Rafe shouts, "Hey! Hey, wait!" He lunges towards John B, and you fight to restrain him. "Rafe, stop it!" you scream, panic in your voice. "Rafe, no! Rafe!" Ward approaches quickly, his focus on his son. "Don't try it, asshole," Rafe snarls at John B, who swallows hard.

"Rafe—John B, give me the radio," Ward demands, extending his hand. John B hesitates, shaking his head, "No." Sarah's sobs grow louder, her tear-streaked face mirroring your own fear and shock as you look at each other.

"Come on," Ward insists, prying the radio from John B's hands. Rafe keeps his gun aimed, his expression tense. Ward steps in front of him, arm outstretched. "Rafe, I've got it. Calm down."

"He has the radio, Rafe. Put the gun down!" you beg, your voice trembling with desperation. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot John B getting up and running, pulling Sarah with him "Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe shouts, pushing past side Ward as he yells out for Sarah.

In an instant, Rafe attempts to run after John B and Sarah, but you and Ward hold him back, pleading with him to calm down. "Where are you going?" he yells, his voice frantic. "Rafe, no!" you scream as he breaks free from your grip and starts shooting at John B and Sarah. "That's your sister, Rafe!" Ward shouts, trying to lower his son's arms.

You rush to Peterkins' body, your clothes now stained a deep crimson red. "I'm sorry," you sob, your shaky hands pressing against the wound. "It's not your fault, sweetie," she weakly whispers, as you continue to cry, "I'm so sorry!"

Rafe is breathing heavily, pacing as he watches you sobbing beside Peterkins. He regrets bringing you along. "Dad, I was trying to—" "Shut up!" Ward yells, his eyes shifting to you as he approaches.

Ward had always been like a father to you, believing you were a good influence on Rafe and treating you like his own daughter. But after what had just happened, you look up at Ward in terror. "Y/N," he says calmly. You don't reply as tears continue to stream down your face.

"I need you to get up," he says softly. "She is dying!" you scream, your voice breaking. "Y/N!" Rafe yells at you, his gaze cold and hard. You flinch under his glare. "What is wrong with you? You just shot somebody, Rafe!" Your voice cracks as he furiously storms up to you.

"You should've stayed in the car like I fucking told you!" he shouts, grabbing your biceps and forcefully pulling you to your feet. "I'm not going until the medics come!" you argue, your voice filled with desperation. "Get her home, Rafe!" Ward yells behind him.

"No, I'm not going!" you insist, trying to shake off Rafe's grip, but it's useless. "Rafe, she needs help!" you scream, thrashing against his hold. "Honey, I'm calling them, look!" Ward shows you the radio, trying to reassure you as Rafe drags you away. "Rafe, please!" you sob, trying to escape his grip as he manhandles you towards the car.

"Shut the fuck up!" he screams, yanking the car door open. "Get in the car." He shoves you aggressively into the seat, and you let out a scream. "Don't move!" he barks, slamming the door. You flinch, pulling your knees to your chest, your body trembling in terror at your unrecognisable boyfriend.

Inside the car, your mind races, fear and helplessness overwhelming you. You look out the window, seeing Ward and Peterkins, feeling utterly powerless.

[master-of-47-dudes]

Oh! For those of you who like Lancer, I've made major progress in the campaign I'm writing: Kindness of strangers!

LRBT-III, otherwise known as Blanche to the locals. This sun-baked dustbowl of a planet has the high honor of being one of the few habitable terrestrial bodies that anyone has discovered in the Long Rim, and probably the only one that's actually any use to anyone. Luckily- or not so luckily, if you ask some people- it was Union that found it first. Well, about 70 years ago when they stumbled across this star system they got it in their heads that the Long Rim's days were numbered. There’s untold millions living out there scattered along the emptiest shipping lane in the known galaxy who'd need a way out once no one needed to pass them by, and by Christ the Buddha Union was gonna be there for them waiting with open arms.

All of that is background, though. You? You’re a bunch of mercenaries who got their hands on a couple of GMSes, decided to make your manna selling violence for pay. Worlds like Blanche don't take to colonies very well, so even two generations in there's still plenty of frontier out there being settled and railroad tracks being laid. The people out there struggle day by day to survive, and people like you are there to protect them from those who got sick of the hard life. Not everyone out there has the guts to stand up for the little guy- that's why you're called Lancers.

A setting and a campaign all in one, Kindness Of Strangers and its (eventual) follow-up Dancing With the Devil are a series of Wild West-themed 2-mission adventures intended to take players from 0-12 as they find themselves embroiled in the midst of a corporate conspiracy to overthrow the Union-backed government of the isolated colony of Blanche and a ploy to seize control over a nearly completed Blinkstation. All the while, a strange religious movement worshipping an eons-dead alien civilization grows ever more influential in the background...

This campaign tackles themes of colonialism, nationalism, corruption, and conflict between indigenous peoples, settlers, and immigrants, all in a world where well-meaning intentions have gone sour and the ghosts of the past have come back to haunt it.

Kindness of Strangers, Missions 1-3

Field Guide to LRBT-PN

Exotic Gear Documentation

Variant Frame Documentation

Kindness of Strangers Worldbuilding Short Stories

Kindness of Strangers LCP, Maps, and Assets

This latest update includes the first(ish) draft of Mission 3: The Field of Blue Children, allowing play of the first half of Act 2 and extending the LL range from 0-3. Mission 3 is heavily intrigue and RP focused, featuring a wide suite of characters, relationships, and locations in the Tourist town of Baugh- a thriving immigrant community situated on a soda lake.

The PCs have been hired to investigate a bomb threat at the newly completed Baugh Pumpworks, and water filtration and chemical processing facility that stands to end the water shortage and threatens corporate control over the colony's water supply- but is everything really as it seems? In the process, the PCs will go toe to toe with teenage gearheads, Pinkerton-expies, and a group of Sparri Espadas who got roped into this whole mess, and uncover the mystery behind the threat!

Also, there's a subaltern that talks like a pirate and catholicism.

Anyway this mission also includes a custom NPC Template (kind of, I don't know how to design the LCP for that but i did include instructions on how it works), several new reserves, and several custom sitreps!

So, check it out- I'm always looking for feedback.

[mattapparentlystumbltourneys]

Welcome to the Cutting Room Throwdown!

Not every character gets their chance to shine, and finds themselves cast out of the narrative while it's still under development. Even if they do make it, the end result can be completely different from what was initially pitched. So...that's what this is! A battle for characters who technically don't exist!

Rules and criteria:

Submitted characters must either be characters cut from their intended media, characters from cancelled media, or characters whose initial planned portrayal (their "beta" version, if you would) differs heavily from the final product.

To help clarify what could count, here are the three characters who autoqualify and an explanation of why: - Sake (Tekken): A character who was originally proposed for Tekken, but was scrapped shortly after. While data exists for the character, they do not have a unique design, and all knowledge of the character comes from developer explanations. - Barrett (Mega Man Legends 3): A playable character to be introduced in the cancelled Mega Man Legends 3. The character has not appeared outside of a brief playable prototype, and has not been acknowledged by Capcom since the game's cancellation. - Woody (Toy Story - Beta): The first draft of Woody from Toy Story, with the character instead being an antagonistic ventriloquism dummy. The character was not well liked by the higher ups or Tom Hanks, and they were reworked into one of the film's two protagonists.

Any additional questions can be sent to the ask box. I"ll clarify when I can. I know this is a bit tricky to define.

Pilot characters may count, but it would be preferred if there was a significant difference to how they are portrayed in the final product.

Due to the nature of the medium and how sometimes they can be hard to define, OCs will not be included.

Characters from Harry Potter, South Park, and Hazbin Hotel will not be considered due to personal reasons.

Please do not spam a single character. Trust me. They will have a chance.

I'll do research on the characters before approval. But if you want to link any sources for the character regarding their existence or info regarding them, feel free to link it below.

Be kind. :)

With that, let's get into it!

Anyways bonus tags to boost!

@princess-polls @foundfamilyhq @blond-jerk-tourney @fairytale-poll @polls-showdowns @yall-hate-kids-tourney

[in1-nutshell]

Hey, not sure if you're down for writing a continuation of the “Megatron 'accidentally' adopting human Buddy who fears nothing” post. But there was a line “Rung has a line of bots that express the same worry for Buddy one day doing something dumb and not being able to come back from it.” that I think should be expanded upon. Dangerous things are constantly happening to the lost light crew and Buddy must have the devil's luck to come out of everything that happens unscathed. I'd like to see that luck run out. I'd like to see the crew panicking because Buddy got hurt badly and there's been no news if they'll recover or not. I want to see Megatron deal with the impending mortality of his newly adopted kid poorly. And I want to see everyone on the lost light panic even more because if Megatron doesn't start a war if this kid dies, Whirl absolutely will. P.s please let buddy live, I may crave angst, but not that much.

Have a good day, love your writing

Ooooh! Have you been peaking at some of my drafts? haha! I have been thinking about what would happen if Buddy ever got hurt on Megatron's watch. But now more bots are going to watch.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron and Fearless Buddy who gets seriously hurt

SFW, familial, platonic, angst but happy ending, mention of injuries but nothing graphic or detailed, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

As we all know Buddy fears nothing

And this put some stress on their friends and new dad, Megatron.

“Hey Megs!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus, don’t call me that.”--Megatron

“Yeah, not gonna happen. Anyways I was wondering if you’ve seen Buddy anywhere. They were supposed to show me something?”--Rodimus

“Show you what?”--Megatron

“Something about being a present for being Brainstorm’s ‘Guinea pig’?”--Rodimus

Buddy flying by on a jet pack.

“Hi Roddy! Hi Megs! Bye Roddy! Bye Megs!”--Buddy

“…”—Rodimus and Megatron

CRASH!

Both mechs start running

But as time continues to go on, their little antics are just normalized. Sure, there are still some bots that know the true fragility of the human life span. Such bots included but not limited to Ratchet, First Aid, Velocity, Swerve, Rung, Megatron, and Whirl

“Where are you going with those pilars?”—First Aid

“It’s nothing illegal, yet.”--Buddy

“What type of answer is that!?”—First Aid

But for the most part the crew thinks Buddy is almost as durable as they are. Yes, even Megatron has been guilty of this type of behavior. He isn’t too proud of that.

“C’mon Fleshy jump and do a flip!”—Random Bot

“Bet—”--Buddy

“I think not.”--Whirl

“Whirl?!”--Buddy

“If you break your dumb fragile bones who else is going to come with me on planet expeditions? Cyclonus? I think not. He sucks out all the fun.”—Whirl

“I am literally right here.”--Cyclonus

So, let the angst begin.

The place was being invaded by space pirates.

The pirates where taking the bridge and had successfully barricaded themselves in.

“Why can’t we just break the door down?”--Buddy

“The main room has delicate equipment. One wrong move…”--Megatron

“Okay that’s a bad idea then.”--Buddy

“We just need an opening from the main door and we can figure out the rest.”--Rodimus

“Hey, I’m tiny enough to fit through the crack under the door. I can open the door!”--Buddy

“Absolutely not.”--Megatron

“For once I’m agreeing with him.”--Whirl

“Hey, its not like we have many options here. Unless someone else has a better idea then I am quite literally the only thing stopping these guys.”--Buddy

“…go then…”--Megatron

He was going to regret saying it like that. The computers dashboard in order to unlock the door or at least give it an opening. So, when they were sure that the aliens weren’t looking, they sprinted over to the console by swinging up with a grappling hook to the chair and began running towards the buttons.

They had indirectly activated the plasma screens.

These were holoscreens all over the ship that would show what was happening on the bridge. Everyone had a front row seat to Buddy sprinting across the console. There where cheers as Buddy was coming closer and closer to the button

“They made it!”--Rodimus

“Way to go Buddy!”--Tailgate

“Just press the button.”—Ultra Magnus

“That’s my Amica—”--Whirl

It was right there…

The alien came out of nowhere…

“EW! A Rat!”--Alien

“A ra—"--Buddy

They swatted Buddy across the room in one swift movement. They’re tiny body hurdling across the room and off screen. A small sickening crack was heard.

It was barely noticeable.

But it caused a deafening sound across the entire Lost Light.

 Good news for the crew, Buddy’s shoe came off from the force of the hit and successfully pressed the button opening the door.

Everyone is lined up to take these aliens down.

Megatron and Whirl are at the forefront of it.

Megatron is trying to find Buddy while Whirl is absolutely destroying everything.

Megatron spots Buddy slumped over in the far corner of the room.

No motion, nothing

He is just frozen in place.

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“…”--Buddy

“Megatron! Move!”--Ratchet

Ratchet snaps him out of it as he is trying to help Buddy.

Megatron snaps out of it a cover him.

Buddy is rushed out an into the medbay.

Everyone is waiting.

The sudden gravity of Buddy’s mortality weighs heavily on the minds of everyone involved.

Megatron sulks in his room thinking about how he failed them. He can’t bear to sit by Buddy in the med bay. Ratchet understands and tells him that he when Buddy wakes up.

Whirl on the other hand, stays by Buddy’s bed side the entire time.

“Hey Tiny. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve open those little eyes… You mind opening them up?”--whirl

“…”--Buddy

“Fine be like that…”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

“Well, you’ve missed a lot since you took that hit. One you have a ton of inner most energon by your room and a growing number of get-well gifts. I personally made sure none of you’re a secret bomb. Megs is still in his room and its giving everyone the creeps.”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

“… Don’t tell this to anyone… but we miss you, you scared the ever living Pits out of us.”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

Whirl has lost every good thing in his life. He is going to make sure that this one thing does go so soon.

Buddy does wake up

“Hye Whirly Bird?”--Buddy

“Buddy?!”--Whirl

“Why you looking at me like that? Someone died?”--Buddy

“You nearly did Tiny!”--Whirl

“But I didn’t, huh? It takes more than a hand to stop me.”--Buddy

“…I guess huh.”--Whirl

Megatron is zooming over when he hears. Buddy is trying to play off their injuries to try and keep the peace.

“Hey Megs.”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“You okay? You look like you’re dying.”--Buddy

“… that was a poor choice of words.”--Megatron

“Yeah I guess��� woah, Megs?"—Buddy

Megatron gently holding Buddy’s hand the best he can

“Just let me hold you please, just a little bit.”--Megatron

“Sure Megs.”--Buddy

As they are recovering Buddy is treated with a bit more respect than they had before. Good thing too, they did after all manage to save the ship after all.

[thecoolerliauditore]

opinions on pearlscar?

first off an apology because being disappointed back to back by two series I was very excited for and following in real time did something very strange to me interest-wise and i've fallen back into being into league and my language has started reflecting that with league terms being reintegrated back into my vocabulary.

so anyway in league (and im sure a lot of other games but ive mostly heard it w/ league) "sleeper OP" means a character who is overpowered but not many people are aware OR people are aware but forget. In other words it's being "slept on" hence sleeper OP.

pearlscar is the sleeper OP ship of the life series. people either 1. are aware that it is peak (even people who don't necessarily ship them ive noticed tend to lean towards "can see it") but don't focus on it as a ship for one reason or another or 2. are unaware of it because people don't make enough noise.

for me personally i adore any ship that involves characters with parallels and well. vaguely gestures towards LL Scar and DL Pearl and their respective partnerships with Grian and Scott. Scar encouraging Pearl's destructive tendencies in DL by recommending powdered snow, although cruel, read to me as a sign of sympathy that no one else really gave Pearl that season. They are very similar people at the end of the day (the villain to their enemies, a loose canon to their "allies" and deeply lonely with a yearning for friendship above all else).

And because they are similar people, they can very easily slot into what eachother need that they're constantly looking for elsewhere with Grian and Scott. Or at least, I think they would.

they also just? idk they make sense in my head as an endgame ship, not that those will ever really exist (except for jizzie ig lmao). I've held this thought forever but it peaked during the SL finale -- probably the biggest showcase of why I love them together so much -- although part of me didn't really fully subscribe to it just cus with gempearl also being a big heavy hitter to my frontal lobe that season it made it feel alot like idk. one of those old anime that was yuri the whole way through but then the mc leaves her gf to die and marries a man and it's all melancholic and upsetting but bittersweet. here have this post in my drafts I made at the time that came out that I was too afraid to post lmao

although ig with WL being as disappointing as it was to me that I've sort of decanonized it in my personal headspace they are as endgame as it gets lol

all that aside just. yeah. two lonely goofy people who find happiness in eachother. and get to be goofy and fun together. thumbs up. also that elven kiss clip was really cute but we all know this

[thegamingcatmom]

First off I absolutely love this page, you are doing this fandom a great service and i love seeing your thoughts and opinions on the denalis💜 was just wondering how you think the sisters would react to their mate defending their honour like if someone was bothering them at the club and their mate punched them...sorry for the long ass post...seriously though your keeping the thirst for the denalis alive

-👻(hope this emoji isn't already claimed)

Hey 👻!

(That is the cutest thing, btw.)

First off: I apologize for the long wait. To you and anyone else who´s sent me an ask that I have yet to answer. I see them, and I will get to them at some point. (Some of them are sitting half-answered in my drafts actually, hehe.) 🙏❤️

Tysm for your words. I´ve said it before and I will keep saying it: It is you guys who keep the thirst alive just as much with your lovely words of inspiration. ❤️

Also: Pls NEVER apologize for the length of your ask. That goes to all of you. I TAKE EM ALL. (The longer the better actually, and my thirsty ass is not ashamed to admit it.)

NOW, to your ask:

(Content warning: It´s gonna get rather steamy towards the end...)

(From left to right: Tanya, Irina, Kate)

I think that pretty much sums up their feelings on the matter, LMAO.

Like, they´ll be torn between being worried sick because their hooman is fragile and tiny and very much breakable, and what if you´ve seriously HURT yourself with such a reckless action-

...and other things. 😏

So, the first thing they´ll do is be right up in your face. And I mean it. Like, sticking their heads together as each of them fights to be the most in-your-face, their eyes scanning you from head to toe, hands squishing your face à la fishface only to run them all over you to make sure you´re not broken.

(They tend to get a smidge dramatic in such moments. Moments where there´s a possibility you´ve obtained a scratch, that is.)

It is only when they are 100% certain you´re unharmed that their fear turns into rage. And their attention turns to-

...Yeah, you better run. You whoever has dared to try and claim what has already been claimed. Trying to put your slimy hands on them, leading to this whole mess (you obtaining not a single scratch but could have, that is) in the first place.

Ohh...they´re pissed. So pissed they´re struggling not to show some actual teeth-

How the turns have tabled. Now it´s you who is all up in their faces, trying to calm them down by whispering sweet nothings, touching their faces, gently stroking their arms and chests and just anywhere you can reach. Not an easy feat, considering you have to start anew with the first one once you are through with the last, flitting back and forth the line like you´re trying to prevent pots from boiling over.

Once you´re certain this place (the club or wherever this takes place) isn´t about to become obliberated in vampiric rage, you turn around to tend to-

(Yes, it´s three of em f*ckers.)

You don´t shout. You don´t try to punch them again (mostly because you´ve just managed to calm your still very enraged mates...no need to tempt fate). You don´t even look mad or angry anymore - on the contrary.

You´re quiet, almost too quiet. Gazing at the three of them with an expression that is a dangerous mix between tediousness and vexation because all you´d wanted was a peaceful and fun night out with the ones you hold most dear. Was that really too much to ask??

In other words: You are thoroughly done with shit.

"I think it´s best you leave," you drawl, even going so far as to incline your head in the direction of the exit.

They remain rooted to the spot, uncertainty written all over their faces. You know exactly what´s running through their heads right now - you´ve been there, a long time ago. Torn between disbelief and astonishment as basic survival instincts tell them to run, and fast. As far as their feet would carry them because whatever is glaring daggers at them over your shoulders right now, something deep down their guts tells them it is not entirely human.

One of them opens his mouth regardless, no doubt to tell you that you can shove it with a bravado that´s more show than substance. Anything to appear bigger than he is, in that moment. You don´t know whether to feel pity or admiration for his bravery. Perhaps a bit of both.

Granted, this is a public establishment and they have every right to be here just like you do. But, at this point, you really fear for what might happen if they were to stay. You are doing them a favor, they just don´t realize it.

"...Now," you cut him off before he can get started, raising your eyebrows as your gaze darts between them, hoping your tone and expression - hidden from the shadows looming behind you - are enough to get the message across:

Turns out, it is enough.

They nearly trip over each other on their way out, drawing the curious gazes of other partygoers.

Good riddance...hopefully.

You turn back around to face your wives with a sigh, hoping you can all just pick up where you left off before those three buffoons made lewd advances towards your women, almost getting themselves extinguished in the process, those idiots-

...Only to find them already looking at you, their expressions quite...odd. They strangely resemble the very trio that just fled the establishment, saving their sorry asses from meeting a rather grim fate, no doubt. There is this mixture of disbelief and astonishment on their faces, sprinkled with...something else.

This feels like your very first meeting all over again.

"...What?" you ask when they simply continue to stare at you. You know vampires don´t have the same need for movement as humans do, unless it´s to catch their prey. But this is getting...awkward.

Then, finally-

Kate is the first to recover, her flabberghasted expression slowly morphing into a, quite literally, wolfish grin as she breaks formation and nearly floats over to you.

"Well, well, well," she drawls, her hands settling on her favorite spot to pull you closer, kneading the flesh she finds there. "Look at our little spitfire, making them all run with their tails between their legs like kicked puppies..."

You release a good-natured scoff at your wife´s silliness, about to correct her by pointing out it had very likely been their looming presence behind you that sent the trio running for the hills.

However, her lips press against yours in a wet kiss before you can do so.

Not that you´re complaining.

A sigh escapes you as you wholeheartedly return it, your hands coming to rest against her chest before wandering up to cradle her face as your embrace deepens in passion.

Things are about to spiral out of control, you can feel it. Kate always has that effect on you. Her daring nature is infectious, making you feel as if the rules and expectations of society apply to everyone but you, and if she were to take you right here, right on this floor, you would gladly-

Hands on your chest yank you away then, breaking the kiss you and Kate shared. Your back collides with a wall, the hands on your chest firmly pushing you against it before a different pair of lips finds your neck. They´re running up and down at a leisure pace, only stopping to press even closer - you feel something wet - before they continue. Then, the pressure of teeth clamping down-

Tanya.

"Now, now, sestra..." Kate´s voice grumbles through the haze, barely a whisper to you, before you feel hands settling on your backside again, squeezing as they try to pull you closer. "Sharing is caring..."

The other side of your neck is being attacked then, and all you´re able to do is crane your head back, offering yourself up like a sacrifice to the gods as each of them devours you in a way that is far from holy-

"Tsk..." Ice envelops your hand then, the chill touch chasing away most of the dense fog that had settled just about everywhere. "Trust the wolves not to leave a single crumb..."

It´s you who is floating now as Irina pulls you close, handling you with an urgency that is so different from her sisters´ as she demands her share. Hands come to rest against your backside again, but they don´t squeeze. Instead, they simply hold on, only tightening their grip to pull you closer before lifting you up until the only thing that remains grounded are the tips of your toes.

"What a delight you are, maličký..." A flowery fragrance wraps around you as your mate´s forehead comes to rest against yours. "Defending the honor of three poor maidens in distress..."

Nothing about your wives is even remotely maidenlike.

The thought makes you snort, which earns you a rather firm clap! on your bum before her lips silence the squeak that wanted to slip out just then.

"Hm...she was quite the sight, was she not?" Tanya´s hand runs up and down your back in a near soothing manner, a stark contrast to the forcefulness she displayed just moments before.

"I think some gratitude is in order..." Kate purrs from somewhere behind you as she draws closer, her heeled boots click-clacking on the hardwood floor. "What do you say, sisters? Shall we show our savior just how grateful we are...?"

After that, everything seems to blur together. You don´t know how you got there, but you´re home before you realize it. The bedroom door closes behind you, clothes fall, and you come to the conclusion that-

Who the fuck cares?

OR:

This is one of the very rare times where your wives don´t mind sharing you...

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...So don´t be an idiot by questioning any of it.

So...

This got a lot steamier than I thought it was gonna be. But, somehow, I don´t think any of you are complaining... 😏

Things that have stoked the fire here:

Alibi (that song I swear)

Rhaenyra x Someone kissing (don´t wanna reveal too much in case any of you hasn´t seen it yet)

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Right so, I think it´s safe to say that one should never approach a hooman and their three drop dead gorgeous yet very much capable of ending your existence vampire-wives on their Girls´ Night Out.

Just...don´t do it, resist the urge. You´ll thank me for it later.

OR:

You have the power of the (Un)holy Trinity at your hands, and ppl would do well to remember that...

Thanks a lot for your lovely ask! 💋💋💋

[altraviolet]

Hello Violet!!!

So I've been wondering about The Echo Garden, when you started it did you have a plan in mind? I think you get these sorts of questions often but, did you ever intend for it to get this big? And one final thing, when you went into The Echo Garden did you edit it as you go or did you write the whole thing out and then edited it? I love your work by the way, keep it up!

Hi potato-sauce!

[googles "potato sauce" to see if that's a thing, finds Czech recipe. oh hell yeah, that looks really good]

:D

>did you have a plan in mind?

I had the very rough plan of "Soundwave needs to go from not feeling to feeling, and then on the side I need to develop Soundwave/Rodimus in a realistic way against the backdrop of the Lost Light." Sub plans included "make the other alt-dimensioners each have a problem that SW solves" and "make the LL bots have different reactions to SW" and "uhhhhh he needs a hobby. crystals?"

My method of writing is more "discovery" than "planned," or at least it was until the end of the fic. Until, say around ch 40ish, I had Vague Ideas for what needed to happen in each chapter, and so I'd write them [aka each ch needs to complete X goals to push the narrative forward], and then as I went, my brain somehow magically sewed almost everything up together. Once it got towards the end of the fic, I could 'see' where things needed to end up. But even then, things were quite fluid when it came to sitting down and typing up any given chapter.

>did you ever intend for it to get this big?

No. I had no intentions at all. I didn't even have a GUESS or a THOUGHT it would get this big. The pairing was SO weird, I thought maybe 2 people would read it. Maybe. One of them has been with me since the beginning, and the other is a friend. I was SO sure everyone would go "pff weird" and skip over it. I was really nervous posting it, actually.

Keep in mind that the pairing is fairly well-known now, and that also a lot of people extrapolated soundrod from Cyberverse. so it doesn't feel weird now. BUT IT WAS INCREDIBLY WEIRD when I posted Ch 1

>when you went into The Echo Garden did you edit it as you go or did you write the whole thing out and then edited it?

I wrote it out over the period of 4 years and posted chapters as they were finished. anyone who read along as it was being posted would never know when a chapter would drop xD I tried very hard not to let too much time elapse between chapters, but sometimes there were large gaps. and other times I'd post 3 chapters within a week. I got too excited to dole them out more slowly, haha. I was bursting to share :D chapters usually came out on Sunday nights or around USA holidays, because I needed some temporal distance from my job in order to get my brain working

I don't think I could've finished the fic if I had fully written it out and then posted it. the comments I got while it was an ongoing WIP helped boost me and made me feel so happy, and that what I was doing was important and worth my time, and worth something to other people. without comments, the Echo Garden probably never would have been finished. that's why I always tell people to comment! especially on ongoing WIPs that you love. it's so encouraging and helpful for authors to know that their hard work is being enjoyed!

anyway I wrote each chapter and then edited the HECK out of it and then posted it when I was done. I also wrote a lot of things out of order, so sometimes when I got to the next chapter, I could grab a chunk of writing from my 'already written scenes' doc and then write around it to sew it into the existing story

the only editing I did after the fic was completely done was going through and fixing grammar/related mistakes. there are a couple things I would change, structurally, if I were going to go through and really edit it, as one should do with a novel. technically, the version on AO3 right now is the first draft! the fic could be edited further, but I'm going to let it stand where it is =)

thanks for the ask! cheers :)

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Mirai Yuhara and Octavinelle

Mirai | Ramshackle | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia | Staff |

c/w: None!

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Azul Ashengrotto

Mirai finds this man prettier than Vil

Will tell Azul this

Azul hates this mainly because he finds that untrue

Mirai will tell him everyday if he has to

Mirai: "You're pretty." (ﾉ´ з `)ノ Azul: .......(-_-)....... Mirai: "But you are." Azul: "What do you want? Test scores? Enemy's weaknesses?" Mirai: "Nope. Just for you to believe it." Azul: "Get out."

Mirai will make it his mission to hug this man on the daily

and of course Azul thinks there's a catch

there is none, but Mirai likes messing with him

Mirai allows Azul to vent to him when he needs to

of course Azul will make Mirai sign a contract

But Mirai insists he doesn't need it, he wouldn't tell anyways

Azul Ashengrotto - Dating Mirai Yuhara

Mirai likes to call Azul "Azu," "ZuZu," and "Az"

Makes Azul sweets and lunch when he can

He knows Azul will protest, arguing about his figure and the calorie intake

But the lunch box ends up empty every time

Mirai will stop by the Lounge knowing his presence flusters the Octo-mer

Cuddles anytime! (ノ_<。)ヾ(´ ▽ ` )

Azul just has to say the word and Mirai's there

Buys one of those reverable Octopus plushes

Mirai: "Azu Azu! Look what I got!" Azul: *Flushes* "No!" Mirai: "But-" Azul: "No, take it. It''ll distract potential clients."

Mirai leaves it anyways

The next time he enters the office it's on his desk ans flipped to the angy side

Jade Leech

Mirai didn't know what to think of the shorter Eel-Mer

Scared? Maybe. Intrigued? Highly.

Mirai made it a game in the beginning to see how close he could get to Jade

To see how far he could bug Jade before he gave him that look

Miari: "Soooooo....." Jade: (ᵔ◡ᵔ) Mirai: "What would you do if someone were to double cross you?" Jade: "Are you planning on it, Dear Prefect?" Mirai: "It's a hypothetical question." Jade: "Would you like a demonstration, Dear Prefect?" Mirai: "Nope. But like-" Jade: ▓▒░(°◡°)░▒▓ Miari: ..・ヾ(。＞＜)シ

Helps Jade in the dining room when takes up a shift

He'll either help man the bar or wait tables

Makes it a competition when they're in the bar together

Jade makes it seem as if it's one sided

but Mirai swears he can see the Eel-Mer working a bit faster than usual

Floyd Leech

Like Ace, they are partners in crime

When the two of them are together, chaos ensues

Although, Floyd's mood swings will catch Mirai off gaurd

Mirai: *Running for his life* ＼(〇_ｏ)／ Floyd: *Cackling* C= C= C= C=┌( `ー´)��� Mirai: "Floyd! We're supposed to plant the stink bomb in Pomefiore!" Floyd: "I wanna put it on you now!" Mirai: "That wasn't the plan!" Floyd: "That one is boring! I like this one better!"

They fight a lot

Not each other, mind you

Mirai doesn't know if he would even survive that

But they will start fights together

Mainly it's Mirai's fights that Floyd will jump into

Miari doesn't get Floyd's brain, but then again, he doesn't get his own the majority of the time

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I'm happy to finally get this out! _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ It's been sitting in my drafts for like 6 months! I feel so bad, but now its here. It's done and I'm happy. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

[hypegirl1]

Birthday Code(Sayoung Choi X Fem!reader)

AN:Before y´all say something,this is one of my drafts,and it´s like- old,VERY old,so that´s why it´s super messy,hope you enjoy it anyway lmfao Summary:When your birthday finally arrives,you are excited to celebrate it with your boyfriend Saeyoung and your friends,but maybe he forgot about it... Word count:1272 Genre:Fluff

"Beep beep,beep beep,beep beep",was the first thing I heard in the morning when I woke up,it could have been better,as today was finally my birthday,I wanted to celebrate it with my loving boyfriend and my friends as I always have done. I got up,got dressed and went to the kitchen to have breakfast,but I was confused when Saeyoung was nowhere to be found.

"Saeyoung?Baby?Did you fell asleep on the couch again?"

Still,I was alone,I searched the whole house but found nothing,it was Sunday,he didn´t worked on Sundays,where was he then?

"This guy...did he left me all alone on my day?..."

I made myself some breakfast,and this was probably the first time since we´ve been together that I had to eat alone...

"Maybe something happened to him?!Omg no no,I´ll text Zen"

And I did,I texted Zen asking if Saeyoung was with him,he told me that he was,that he was helping him with a new role that he got.

"Wait,but wasn´t Zen already working on a role?Did he ended up rejecting it or?...well,whatever,as long as he´s alright.But how come he isn´t here and helping Zen instead,neither him or Saeyoung told me happy birthday,wait..."

That´s when I decided to check my text messages,I had 0 birthday messages,this was the first time something like this happens...

"What- did- did everyone forgot it was today?...impossible"

I called everyone,asked them if they knew what day was today,Zen just told me it was Sunday,Jumin said that today he had to go to a bussines trip(again),Jaehee said she was bussy planning Jumin´s trip,Yoosung said that today he had some LOLOL tournament,Saeran said he couldn´t talk,V didn´t even picked up. Even when I asked Zen to put Saeyoung on the phone,he refused.

"It´s official Y/N,everyone forgot,get over it..."

I couldn´t believe that my best friends and even my boyfriend had forgot my birthday,how? I always remember theirs... I wanted to talk to Jaehee and have a little girl talk to get over this,but she said she was very bussy planning Jumin´s trip,not even on her bussiest days she would refuse a call from me,she always had a spare minute for me even to talk about the most stupid thing.

"Why?Why did everyone forgot?...I- I´ll go to bed again...I don´t want to celebrate nothing..."

I went back to bed and ended up leaving the pillow a little bit wet because of my tears. I scrolled social media for hours,and still didn´t had any message,a story saying happy birthday or a post.When 1pm hit the clock I decided to get out of bed and go eat something,alone,again...

I prepared a quick lunch and when I was finishing,Saeyoung decided to text me.

+Hey babe,can you go to this grocery store and get sugar?We ran out of it

-Sure,whatever

+Ty!! But dress cute

-Why?

+You´re not leaving in pajamas,are you?

-Fine

"So first he forgets my birthday and now he´s telling me to go get sugar to the grocery store dressed up?Why are we still dating at this point..."

I put on a little summer dress I had on my closet,I hadn´t used it yet,the day was perfect to use it.

"Why am I even doing this?"

I got ready,I even did my makeup,maybe he remembered that today was my birthday and was waiting for me at the grocery store to apologize?Nah,that was coming from some romantic movie from the 2000´s,this was real life,or maybe he actually wanted to apologize?

"He better be there ready to apologize..."

I left the house,put the direction on my phone and followed the directions,I never went to that grocery store before,there was one a few meters next to our house,why did he wanted me to go to that one?Was sugar cheaper there?The walk took me around 15 minutes,when I arrived I was kinda...lost?

You´ve arrived at your destiny

"Huh?This isn´t a grocery store,this is...a penthouse?!Am I on the right place?"

I looked around to search for a grocery store,but it was nowhere to be found

"Did Saeyoung sent me the wrong direction?I swear to god that if he´s not apologizing I´m leaving...wait what´s this?"

I didn´t realized there was a sign with the name "Jumin Han" on it.

"What?Did I seriously ended up at one of Jumin´s houses? come on..."

I never visited Jumin at his house,I always see him at the office when I go to say hello,or when all of us hang out,but never actually been to his place,it was a rich neighbourhood.

"Ugh,fantastic,now what?he´s not even at home"

That´s when Saeyoung texted me saying "come in",the big doors opened,I was surprised.I entered the house being greeted by a beautiful garden,I followed the path of rocks to the door,it was half opened.

"Jumin?Your door's open,did you left to the airport already?Hello?"

It was dark inside,I could barely see the floor,I pulled out my phone and turned on the lantern.

"So he has millions and can't afford to have some lights on?where's the switch?!"

I followed the big hall til a room with a door closed,I was kinda scared at this point,this was weird...I opened the door and got scared when all of a sudden the whole lights turned on

"Happy birthday Y/N!"

"God what the-!"

I was in a big living room,all my friends were there,even Saeyoung...it was a surprise party

"Baby!happy birthday!"

"I-I'm sorry?!I thought all of you forgot!"

"Oh come on sweetie,how could we forget such a pretty girl's birthday?"

"Zen,that's my girlfriend who you're talking to..."

"Sorry hehe-"

"No babe we didn't forgot,we just wanted to make you a surprise party,don't you like it?"

"No it's not that,I love this,but you could have been with me you know,I spent almost the whole day alone..."

I could feel a little tear roll down my face,Saeyoung came closer to me and wiped it off

"I'm sorry Y/N,you're right,we just wanted to make you remember your special day"

"And I will"

"Well,do we eat the cake or?..."

"Yoosung be patient please-!"

"It's alright,let's eat it,who bought it?"

"Oh it's not from a store,I uhm- I made it by myself..."

"You did it Jaehee?!Omg I'm sure it tastes amazing!Thank you so much"

"I hope you like it"

We all laughed,shared stories and had a lot of fun,when I left with Saeyoung,he stopped me at the front door

"Y/N wait,I just want to apologize for disappearing this morning,and ignoring you,I just wanted you to have a very special day...we spent a lot of time preparing this"

"It's alright,I accept your apologies,how could I say no to your cute face?"

"Oh come on,besides,didn't you saw the little message?"

"What message are you talking about?You texted me saying-"

"No,not that Y/N,the coordenates,didn't you saw the numbers?"

"What?Well,no,I just put the gps in-"

"Silly innocent girl,look,the coordenates here say 143"

"143 is the code for..."

"I love you,exactly..."

"I love you Saeyoung"

"I love you Y/N"

[writtenbyaris]

my creative writing process as a planner 🌟

the idea:

story ideas come to me at the most random and inconvenient of times. right before i fall asleep, when i'm in the shower, during my classes, etcetera. my main rule is to always write them down, whether it's in my notes app or a slip of paper or a journal... i'll forget it if i don't.

i try keeping it simple at this stage and not thinking too deeply about it, otherwise it becomes quite overwhelming. sometimes ¡'ll make a pinterest board depending on what the idea is. if it's more of an aesthetic, then i can make a moodboard out of it to help inspire me more. however, if the idea is a plot of some sort, that can be a bit more difficult.

character and world building:

this is my favorite part. once i have an idea set in stone and i'm ready to work on it, i begin building the characters and the world around it. i figure out the mechanics of the idea and how it can relate to characters and the world they're in.

at this point, i'm definitely making pinterest boards, playlists, and picrews to feel more immersed in the skeleton of the story.

i still keep it as simple as possible, and try to enjoy it. when i try juggling too many things at once, i end up wanting to abandon the project. slow and steady is the key for me :)

creating the story:

now we get down to what being a writer actually is.. transforming the idea into a story. i have to at least come up with one major plotline to start. i usually write in my journal during this stage, but sometimes i'll use notion to organize everything and keep track of it all.

oftentimes, the main plot will come to me when i'm working on character and world building. sometimes it's even the idea that first popped into my head. the story is usually influenced by dreams i've had, my own every day experiences, and other media i consume.

arcs, subplots, themes, etc:

this stage is for the smaller details that are vital for the story to flow and actually work. it's like a puzzle that's finally coming together.

for me, a story isn't a good one without arcs and themes, so those are of utmost importance. subplots are necessary to make the world more immersive, give readers insight on the characters, and keep the story naturally flowing. everything has to be woven back in to the main plot or idea, though.

i will say, this is the stage that tends to give me the biggest headache :P

zero draft:

jumping into a first draft as a heavy planner is too scary for me. so i came up with the idea of a zero draft. basically- zero expectations.

this is the backbone of my story. in this stage, i'm basically just taking myself through the steps of the story. i organize the plot and subplots into chapters, and with each chapter i go through all the beats of each scene. literally every. single. thing. that happens.

i don't usually include dialogue in this phase, but i do mention when a character will be in a conversation. all the focus should be on putting a needle and thread through the story and tying it all together.

first draft:

the first draft is somewhat easier for me because i do a zero draft. so, i know everything that will happen in a chapter and just have to utilize my writing abilities to make it rhythmic.

this is the first stage where i write dialogue, so it tends to be corny. a lot of my writing can be cliche and basic as well. that's what editing is for though!

i usually stress the most when writing my first draft, because it's the first time the story is actually being written in the format of a novel. by the end, it's not always very good either. but i do not look back at all, which means absolutely no editing until the first draft is finished.

and so on…

once the first draft is finished, then comes draft two. it's enjoyable to be able to read your own work all over again, though it's sometimes embarrassing as writing does improve with practice.

i focus on one chapter at a time-reading slowly, editing, filling in plot holes, fixing anything that changed later in the story. i try to catch as many details as i can.

usually, after as many rounds of editing one likes, the draft would be sent to an editor and beta readers. then i'd look into publishing companies (can you tell i haven't gotten to that point yet? lol)

are you a planner or a pantser?

[megabuild]

this isnt about the ask game but i need you to tell me more about your take on pausetho. i just binged starblight desert and theyre the worst /aff what do you have to say about them

the fact you've specified starblight desert is really interesting to me because not only it is a team canada series but it's also the most recent team canada series- which isn't a bad thing to be clear, because pausetho is eternal and forever, but it interests me because i think pause and etho's dynamic changes a lot in a way that i wouldn't consider applicable to other ships of his that have that long and ongoing history (eg. ethubs, beeftho).

when i think of pausetho i think. the two of them are fundamentally quite lonely characters. full disclaimer that i'm far from #educated on their respective mindcrack povs because i haven't watched them in a hot minute, but. etho is extremely lonely often through choice, especially imo with the way i interpret his time on mindcrack as being shortly after all the 404 nonsense on the lp (tldr he has just went through the most traumatic experience of his life and learned most of what he remembers prior is probably fabricated). etho is also known for his masks and during mindcrack i think a big one was being this very respected and almost famous guy.. a lot of it was in jest ofc but like he's Thee Etho's Lab! this in addition to the fact that he's sort of intimidating in the same way he was in 3l+ll because his uhc rankings were pretty solid.

meanwhile pause is also lonely but imo in a different way. because etho is a guy who chooses loneliness to avoid the eventual hurt that comes from connection whereas pause is a guy who chooses connection time and time again but never really properly connects. hes a lot harder to analyse so forgive me because i also have to tread the dreaded rpf/fiction line here and start pulling from examples most people wouldn't consider due to it being Too Real (also i dont care because its complicated but anyway) one thing that always sticks out to me is the various mindcrack podcast episodes where he ends up being outspoken? i dont have any actual numbers on hand but i Def remember it in regards to like, discussions of female gamers and gamergate and the like and pause often being the one guy to speak up and be like This is shitty actually. that in addition to some far more complicated things i dont have the words to get into right now eg. being the guy on the gayest straight server ever who is actually bisexual But anyway. my point is that among mindcrackers pause to me is in a weird situation where he certainly fits in very well but simultaneously sticks out like a sore thumb in ways he cant really do anything about without massively compromising himself, so despite not being lonely in the same way etho is, there is a certain Something there.. sorry this makes zero sense but this ask has been sitting in my drafts for like a week and im desperate to get rid of it. PLUS he also deals with this in the form of a mask (he is actually a very anxious and soft hearted guy imo but often plays up and is fiercer and shouts more to get laughs but also to come across as bigger and more intimidating than he actually is. not that he needs to because jesus have you seen this guys uhc stats? frankly i should have skipped this entire essay and just linked the various times that etho and pause have clashed in uhc)

anyway jesus this got long . all of this is literally not real btw the main reason i like pausetho is because theyre funny and pause is one of my favourite guys and i wish there was more content for him. but also generally like.. this is the complicated messy reason to like them but also yeah generally just watching team canada and seeing their dynamic is fun bc they are just really good friends ^_^

[slugdragoon]

I'm planning out all the classes for recruitable enemies/party members for my game, and I currently have an initial core of 41 ideas and I'm making a big spreadsheet for their stats, skills, and fusions. Then once they're really hammered down I can work on filling out the ranks with classes that conceptually fill in more interesting gaps and niches and mechanics.

I've been pretty offline for a few weeks either slowly doing that or busy with others things during the end of summer, or just catching up on some reading, and lost my flow for a couple of weeks, but hopefully I can get back into gear now!

As a teaser, here's a rough draft of just the names for classes I'm considering for Labyrinth Lesmosyne's core classes;

Alchemist, Assassin, Barbarian, Bard, Battlemage, Cavalier, Charlatan, Chronomancer, Cleric, Cultist, Dark Knight, Druid, Enchanter, General, Hunter, Illusionist, Knight, Lumberjack, Magic Knight, Martial Artist, Medium, Monk, Necromancer, Ninja, Paladin, Pirate, Psychic, Pyromancer, Raider, Rogue, Sailor, Samurai, Scholar, Shepherd, Sorceror, Thief, Valkyrie, Vampire, Viking, Warrior, Witch

While most of this list is me filling the ranks with traditional RPG classes that LL needs (names not final), others, like Lumberjack, Sailor and Shepherd, which I've shown, I've been thinking of as more job-themed proto classes that can be found in the early game, and for example the Lumberjack might be a fusion component for a Barbarian, and Sailor might be one half of a Pirate. I want to add more of these to form a first tier and have a basic set of - for lack of a better term - D&D adjacent classes serve as the second tier.

Then, others on the list already are ideas from a sort of third tier - the Raider being a product of a Hunter and a Thief, or the Valkyrie which arises from certain fusions involving Vikings, maybe Viking + Cavalier. This too is ground where I can generate many new ideas from fusions of the core, and expand the third tier, which should be mostly filled out with conceptual multiclass fusions. The tiers aren;t rigid though, and some fusions might result in an earlier tier class with the opportunity to inherit more powerful skills.

I'm probably going to have enough of the table done to talk about it in detail in a devlog this week, even if not all the details are ironed out.

[calculatesguilt]

Please rant about simp//atico (and by that I mean tell me your beef with it). I enjoy seeing your thoughts.

i lost my first draft 😭

Anyways collaborative effort with @commander-airachnid

Like the dra.tchet post I'll be breaking this down into several parts:

Fanon perception of how close they are (and how it's wrong.)

Brainstorm's unhealthy projection of self worth onto Perceptor

Fan service

How Close Are They, Really?

Maybe I just read MTMTE/LL after its highest poin of popularity so I wasn't there for it, or maybe people extrapolated from something I simply didn't see, but I've never understood the fandom portrayal of Perceptor and Brainstorm being Close Besties when that was never the case.

They have about 8-9 (at most) direct interactions through all of MTMTE/LL. (I'm counting their interactions during Dark Cybertron as one whole interaction seeing as even though it's broken up by scenes it all flows as one.) Most of those interactions were either A) Perceptor talking about something and Brainstorm rudely interrupting (or just missing the point) or B) Fan service (which I'll get into later.)

Here's a few examples and the first one starts at Issue #1 of MTMTE where Brainstorm is, right off the bat, a dick about Perceptor and his scientific process. (Followed by other instances of them not getting along.)

And before you say "oh Perceptor is just long suffering to his hijinks" no, that's just what Perceptor is like. He's like that with Rodimus and Getaway, and others.

He is blunt with people.

I feel it's important to note also that the tpical s.impatico often ignores all of Brainstorm's other relationships. Primarily with Nautica. Brainstorm is wayyyy closer to Nautica than he ever was with Perceptor, hell even with Chromedome. (I know the reason why people ignore Nautica and Brainstorm, it's because of the misogyny.)

Brainstorm & Self Worth

Brainstorm, textually, has a shitty sense of self worth. However, it's played off a joke and never expanded upon, but I think it's worth touching on as it's the basis for most of his relationship with Perceptor (that's very one sided.) Perceptor is hardly even a factor in this as it all boils down to Brainstorm projecting his value on Perceptor as a basis of who he needs to be better than to receive validation.

Which isn't fair to Perceptor and places them on unequal ground. This issue is never fully concluded. Instead Brainstorm gets validated by Perceptor at the very end through means of even more fan service. Perceptor hardly even recognized Brainstorm as an equal, not until at least the Time Machine arc and even then they don't speak directly.

Another good instance is above — Perceptor doesn't even call him a genius until the Time Machine Arc, Brainstorm exaggerates and hinges his self worth and validity on Perceptor and things he doesn't even say. There isn't even growth between them it's just... Perceptor suddenly only thinks about Brainstorm and his bighuge brain after the time machine arc where they don't even talk to each other. They don't speak to one another one on one until Lost Light Issue #25. There is no substance there. It's just a nothing thing.

@commander-airachnid knows a lot more about Brainstorm's self worth issues than I do, I'd suggest sending it a message about it because I know it has a lot more to say about this particular subject than I do :)

Fan Service

If there is anything that comes to mind quicker than the "simpatico" panels themselves it would be this one:

I don't describe things as cringey but this panel actively makes me cringe hard every time I see it. I cannot stress to you enough how disrespectful this scene is to Perceptor as a character. I need to make it super clear why.

Perceptor is implied to have been close to the ethics committee on Kimia when he worked there, if not on the ethics committee depending on how you interpret it.

Why, in any world, would Perceptor of all people stand up and clap DURING A COURT HEARING FOR BRAINSTORM WHO JUST ABOUT ENDED THEIR ENTIRE TIMELINE IN ONE COMPLICATED SUICIDE ATTEMPT ? You are out of your damn mind. This is not a cute scene. It does not add to anything. All it does is further shove Perceptor into being essentially a prop for Brainstorm. And that's the turning point for Perceptor's character in MTMTE and LL.

He becomes and stays nothing more than a prop for fan service and Brainstorm. And that fucking sucks.

[herrscherofsentence]

Noel Gruber x Male Reader

(platonic !)

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summary ; read request

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Warnings ; Minor description of injury, implied mentions of blood, character death, angst w/o comfort

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A/N- Apologies but I decided to completely redo this :) enjoy !

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[Name] tugged at his bowtie, his heart completely raising it felt as if he was just going to burst down into tears at any moment. He stepped through the doors that lead to the choir room, expecting maybe one or two kids his age but atlas he was the youngest one in that room. He made eye contact with one or two members in that room but none of them exactly talked to [Name]. Noel seemed to notice the newest and youngest member of the choir all alone, the newest member of the choir seemed to have been on his phone and that's when Noel noticed what [name] was looking at it was just some prompts that could be used for novels.

[Name] stayed quiet when noticing Noel coming up to him, “Hey,” Noel said in a light voice, “What are you doing?” he questioned, [Name] looked up, at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? In the end all [Name] did was give Noel a notebook that showed a rough draft of the novel he was working on. “It’s inspired by some of those..French cinema movies..” [Name] said quietly, Noel immediately got interested in what he had to say. “I need to know, What is your favorite movie in that genre?” Noel sat down next to [Name].

[Name] and Noel eventually got closer to each other, before the two knew it, it was already close to the end of the school year. Noel always came to [Name]’s side if he noticed someone was making fun of him, possibly coming up with some nasty rumor then they wouldn’t annoy [Name] anymore. Noel was like a worried parent if [Name] would get injured or it being something as simple as him falling. [Name] was Noel unofficial adopted freshman and [Name] was happy.

Until,

“I’m feeling a little sick..” Noel admits, this gets the younger one’s attention, “I”ll go for you,” He offers to Noel, Noel tries to deny but eventually comes to terms with [Name]. Noel will stay on the sidelines as [Name] rides on the Cyclone with the other members of the choir. It took a moment to notice it, when it derailed..One second joy the next, panicked screams, fear filled his eyes. [Name] was launched out of the cart but it didn’t stop the cart landing on top of him. The world started to fade in front of him, a crimson taste fell into his mouth, What was happening? Red kept spilling out of him, tears threatened to fall. “Noel..!” [Name] tried to yell out, it even hurt to speak..Wait? Where was Noel? There was no response so perhaps Noel didn’t hear him or went to safety as the derailment happened.

It felt as if he just blinked before waking up in a hospital room. Bandage wrap covered almost the entirety of his body, it felt as if some covered his head. [Name] could barely move a limb in his body, how many bones were broken? There was still a phantom type of pain from the cart being on top of him. A doctor came in to check in on [Name], to the doctor’s surprise [Name] was awake. “Where’s Noel..?” he managed to squeak out, breathing heavily. The news is revealed to him, a new no one would ever want to hear, Noel was dead. In the fall he saw [Name] get launched out and only focus was on the youngest member of the choir. The now derailed cart ended up falling right on top of Noel, crushing all of his bones and organs; all they could identify Noel with was his head. Which was the only part of him which showed.

[elizabethplaid]

morning note - may 21, 2024

Slept a lot over the weekend, with some instances of solid, quality hours. In between, I read on my phone*. Still having weird pinched nerves in my arms, but much better than before.

I'm clenching my hands and toes a lot, again, along with pelvic muscles, strangely enough. Nothing as bad as last week; just fatigue and needing to squeeze things.

This post-visit down-swing is def my senses trying to reset from being overwhelmed. This current state feels closer to what I've felt a lot so far this year. I wouldn't say this is "normal", but then again, it's the "new/current normal", just because it has been going on for so long. Is this the same as last year's normal? No, but life changes like that sometimes.

Idk if LL-J is back from her vacation, but I'm going to duck out of library regardless today. Next time I hang out with phone-friend, I am def planning a week or two's rest afterwards. Life is about learning and adapting, and that's exactly what I'm doing.

*Talk about what I've been reading below the cut:

The alien romance series I've been reading by Nancy Cummings (I think it's "Warlord Bride" or "Warrior Brides"? It's about the Mahdfell aliens) have been "leaving" the app. I'm halfway through book 9 of 10 in the series, and there's another supplemental story that deals with time travel.

Like most of the stories on the Readict app, they're short novels (idk the specs to make a novella versus novel). I can get through one in a few days, depending on how much I read at a time. They've got a promo right now where you earn "points" based on the amount of time you spend reading, not just chapters. If you read for over an hour, it's a good boost of points.

Normally, you just earn points by the number of chapters you read and the daily check-in. They let you skip ad breaks, which can sometimes happen multiple times in a "chapter". There's no consistent chapter length, but I'd estimate it's every 5-minutes worth of reading.

So with the points-boost, I've been breezing through chapters more easily. I really like this series, because each installment builds on the last, prompting you to read them all and read them in the right order. A few have concurrent events, but it's usually one-after-the-other.

Book 8 (Jaxor) and 9 (Havik) deal with a couple that had split up, then each finding new mates. The woman had a miscarriage and was told her mate rejected her, so she had to return to earth. The alien-man was told both the child and his wife had passed away, so he was in mourning for quite some time before learning the truth. When they reunited, both had grown as people and realized they were not compatible emotionally. She ended up with Jaxor, and he (Havik) is falling for someone new while on a spy mission.

The series hints at the constant risk of dangerous pregnancies, though we get few instances of direct scenes. There's a background of eugenics to things, along with characters bound by "the draft" or the "alien-earth treaty". The Mahdfel were a genetically engineered species that cannot produce female offspring, though they are compatible with many other species and often resemble the mother's race. Warriors, "engineered to fight and fuck". Lots of the guys are himbos, most have trouble listening and adapting to the "delicate" Terrans (earth women). They're either stubborn or humorous, in these instances of miscommunication.

I don't like instances that divide genders by "styles of thinking". Like the classic 90s "Men are from Mars; Women are from Venus". There's so much more nuance to individuals, especially if you factor in backgrounds and upbringing. So to... is it subverting the trope? Idk, but making the "differences in communication" be due to different cultures and species/races feels better in my heart.

The series has a lot of humorous moments, several heartfelt and heart-racing moments (action and -action-), and instances where both characters can be wrong and both will apologize. They are all "happily ever after" endings, no cheating, usually all ending with pregnancy and/or children. In "Jaxor", Vanessa had a heart condition, so she couldn't have biological children. The couple were open to adoption later, though it was just the two of them by the end of that book.

This stuff should probably get a separate post, because it's been so lovely for me to read. Guess I'll copy-pasta this later. I took some good screenshots of a few different quotes I liked.

I know it speaks to the cultural depth of the characters, but I really loved how they cherished each other. Some scenes were spoken with reverence, knowing how close to death their continued existence was and how much family they had already lost. The hardened warriors softening their hearts - or finally being able to express their hearts to someone who could reciprocate - made me tear up a few times.

I long for stories that parallel how I need support in my own life - that my future long-term partner will have to adapt to my neurodivergence and assist me in daily tasks. Seeing these characters overcome these obstacles and differences for the sake of their hearts is very fulfilling.

Bonus that most of these himbos are really tall and have curling horns. Most are shades of purple and red, but I'm not into that. One flavor of alien hybrid has a scorpion tail with an aphrodisiac; very much NOT into that one.