#just found this in my drafts and I am certain something prompted it but I have NO idea what it was or why I didn't post it

[essektheylyss]

enough reader x character fic. we have surpassed the need for reader x character fic. we need to move onto fic where I personally kill a fictional character with my bare hands

[cynthiav06]

With Percy, we know that he hates going to school and his goals don’t really line up with Annabeth’s, but Annabeth is kind of forcing him to do it with her because he can’t say no to her. Say Rick didn’t make Annabeth Percy’s entire personality, what do you think he would’ve done in the mortal world rather than go to university?

I was checking my drafts cause I am trying to catch up on all the asks in my inbox ( as I said in one of my earlier posts I was in middle of a medical situation so I have at least a month of backlog) and found this draft.

The funny thing is I had already written most of the post in the draft version, and this ask wasn't even being displayed in my inbox, so I was very confused as to when it was from.

But it's such a good prompt and a sort of controversial question in the fandom, so I wanted to post it asap.

Percy doesn't like studies, but he knows the importance of it, so I am sure he will finish his initial college, probably either in the science or arts section. We know at one point he got better grades than Annabeth at one point so he certainly isn't quitting studies and doing way better than what people expect. He also wouldn't like just staying at home and doing nothing (I am looking at certain Percabeth stans here), so he definitely would be doing one job or another.

1.

I don't think he would study marine biology like most believe. After a conversation I had with someone who had taken the course, I am convinced Percy wouldn't like it. It's heavily based on chemistry, and we know how much Percy is affected by sea creatures being mistreated or caged, so having to study marine biology wouldn't really be something he would choose.

2.

An interesting twist would be if he chose to be a writer like his mother.

We all know that Percy writes or at least dictates and narrates the first five books, which are written and narrated entirely from his perspective. Moreover, there are books on Percy just narrating his own sarcastic takes on Greek gods and Greek heroes. What if he did actually catalogue his own adventures in those books as a sort of manual for other demigods on how to deal with certain monsters and gods and such.

Through Percy's thoughts, even as 12 years old, we can certainly say he has advanced vocabulary despite being dyslexic and given how much he admires Sally, why wouldn't he be interested in following her footsteps. Sure, he has trouble reading, but that's not to say he wouldn't love expressing his thoughts through humorous retelling of his own adventures which he can pass as fiction to normal readers but actual experiences in demigod world. Who doesn't want to know the exploits of Percy Jackson?

Plus, it's a good money hack. And don't for a second tell me he wouldn't. Sally petrified Gabe, and then they sold his statute to a museum as a sculpture and earned money off of that. So Sally would definitely encourage it, and Percy would even follow through on it just for shits and giggles and the added benefit of helping demigods and earning money.

[I literally want this to happen just for the Godly reactions. I am all for god slander, especially Zeus slander. Poseidon would be half laughing at the book and half worried cause of the sheer catastrophes his son seems to fall into almost on a daily basis.

Apollo would be having a grand time, and Hermes will be half depressed and half impressed throughout. Overall, it would be hilarious all around, and it might finally make the gods feel a bit more accountable . It's literally the Reading Percy Jackson Series trope, and that's always fun.]

3.

One other option is that Percy will get into environmental preservation, specifically the protection of Rivers and Seas from pollution by actively involving himself and others in its cleanliness and purification. He would also run Beach cleanliness programs.

I think he and Grover would become environmental activists and would definitely get into preserving forest areas and other places where nature spirits dwell frequently. I can see them doing it a lot, long-term wise, too.

4.

I think he would kind of like marine explorations, but that might cause his powers to be somewhat exposed, so he might not do that, but it's a possibility.

That's all I can think of. I would like to hear everyone else's opinions on this.

[phoebe-delia]

Hello! I saw a post where you mention prompts. Idk if they are still open or what kind. 👉👈 but I’m humbly asking for Draco with dimples 🙈

When You Smile

@xx-thedarklord-xx Hi hello!! I am very Normal and Nonchalant about getting a prompt from you!! Not at ALL fangirling!! Nope, not one bit!! *screams into a pillow* *kicks feet*

ANYWAY! Here is what I've got. I hope it does your prompt justice. I am very sorry it's so late; I would not blame you if you forgot you even sent this. I am soooo bad at answering prompts in a timely fashion. (I do technically have prompts open indefinitely, of pretty much any kind, but I just cannot guarantee they will be done in a timely fashion. There are prompts in my ask box and drafts from literal years ago, but such is the life of a writer with ADHD, I guess, lol.)

I hope you enjoy!!! And thanks for the prompt!

"Potter, are you even listening to me?"

Harry is pulled from his daze, refocusing his eyes on Draco's now slightly frowning face. Draco glares at him, mouth slanted downward, and that simply won't do.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" Harry says as earnestly as he can, resting his arms next to the library books stacked on the table.

When Harry thought about it, he was fairly certain the first time he was conscious of the flutter in his stomach around Draco was also the first time he noticed—well, it. Draco had been grinning, laughing heartily at something Pansy'd said, and Harry'd seen the sweet, subtle dimple at the corner of his mouth.

That one tiny divot. A small quirk that could be coaxed from his cheek if you made him grin wide enough.

Since then, Harry knew he was a goner.

Now, Draco rolls his eyes, but his lips tick up, and Harry feels a jolt of triumph at seeing the dimple reappear in the corner of Draco's mouth.

"There it is," he whispers, eyes fixated on that precious little mark. He watches as it fades into smooth skin, blinks, and then looks up into confused gray eyes and a furrowed brow.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Draco reaches up and gently wipes at his cheek, frown deepening when his fingers come up dry. He looks back at Harry. "Well?"

Harry feels his cheeks heat. "Sorry. I got distracted."

"I could tell that much, though I'm not sure what entertainment you could have possibly found on my face. I do hope you had your fun," Draco says bitterly.

"No no, it's not—" Harry glances away, unable to look at Draco. "I just like your smile," he admits to the desk in front of him.

"My smile?"

"Yes." Harry forces himself to meet Draco's eyes. "When you smile, you get a little dimple right—" he reaches up and brushes the corner of Draco's lip with his thumb—"there."

He brushes the spot again, because he can't quite help himself, and pulls his hand away from Draco's shocked face. His palm feels cold.

"Oh," Draco whispers. "Well, I suppose that's alright then."

"Y-yeah?" Harry's breath catches.

Draco reaches across the table, slowly as though to let Harry pull away at any moment, and laces their fingers together.

"Yes," Draco says. And he smiles.

[sapphim]

speaking of varric's nicknames, doesn't he outright admit in banter with merrill that he only ever calls people by their nicknames to annoy them? or at least, he admits to calling isabela "rivani" to annoy her specifically? i just thought his tendency toward nicknames was merely his love for being the world's most annoying dwarf, or something.

Oh 100% the annoyance factor is real and true and shouldn't be dismissed. Like, what's the explanation for "Junior", besides that Carver is easy to get a rise out of and Varric is, at heart, an obnoxious little troll? But I don't think it's as simple as a broad "he's doing this to be annoying" all the way across the board. Like, conversely, where's the annoyance factor in how he addrresses "Sunshine"?

Hell, Aveline and Hawke both give Varric shit about not being given a cute nickname. Can't win! Also an indication that the annoyance factor of nicknames is specific and/or individual, and not all-inclusive. (Although Aveline is absolutely just complaining to complain. Again, can't win, grass is greener, etc.)

Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini… what am I? Varric: Beg your pardon? Aveline: You don’t call anyone by name except for me. Where’s my nickname? ... Varric: Haven’t thought of a good one yet. What do you think of “Red”? Aveline: Too common.

That said, Varric's near obsessive avoidance of given names does prompt open annoyance from certain companions. Notably not Isabela (or even Carver, that I know of, though Carver gets annoyed about pretty much everything else Varric says, so). Fenris probably grouses about it most often, which is fair, considering. Anders, Fenris, and Merrill all get into it with him in some content cut from Varric's romance reaction conversation.

Varric: You and Whatshisname, that mage, seem to be getting pretty close. Anders: You’d think after three years the dwarf would learn my name. And I’m standing right here! Varric: Right, I see you there, Blondie. Don’t worry.

I love pretty much all of those reactions, except, I kind of really personally hate Merrill's bit?

Merrill: For the hundredth time, my name is not “Daisy!” And I’m right here, you oaf! Hawke: You’re just encouraging him, you know. He’s doing it on purpose to make you squirm. Varric: It’s true. I only do it because I love the way the points of your ears turn red when you get mad.

I just don't believe, given the whole sum of their interactions throughout the game, that Merrill has spent the last three years believing that Varric is being an oaf and getting upset about being called Daisy. Some people like this bit too, idk. Me, I don't buy it!

And at this point it's worthwhile to delve into Varric's development as a character. Gaider has said that Varric was originally supposed to be an "untrustworthy," "sleazy, slimeball" kind of guy, but that as development went on they found they "needed a character that stood up for you with all the opposing personalities in the party." He's more recently described Varric as "that 'slimy car salesman' character we'd planned."

Gaider has also said it's the case that, because development time on DAII was so insanely short, that "Everything was going to be a first draft... A lot of what we’re putting out is going to be raw. We’re not going to get the editing we need. We’re not going to get the kind of iteration we need."

So, all right, here's my extremely tagential onion, that was not asked for? I got a bit of a bug up my butt about the exchange above and a related one in Varric's rivalry path where he says "Don't call Daisy an ogre! You'll make her cry." Because they are just, kind of stand-out odd lines, to me. And so I checked to see when various lines of dialogue were written. We can do this! Every line of dialogue, when it's saved to the talktable, is saved with an ID number (the string reference), and they're saved in chronological order. If a line of dialogue is completely rewritten in a later revision, this number won't reflect that, but we also know that DAII did not have development time to allot for major revisions. So.

Here's what was written first, for Varric's dialogue: Act 1, Questions and Answers. Act 1, A Business Discussion. Act 1, his introduction. Act 2, Friendly Concern. And then so on and so forth etc. Mostly chronological order. Both of Anders' "whatshisname, that mage"s are comparatively early lines. But the banter, which is where a lot of defining character interactions take place, were all written fairly late in development, kind of in one big lump, after the vast, vast majority of Varric's general quest dialogue.

And that's interesting, right? You can kind of see echoes of Varric's concept drifting over time away from grimy car salesman toward your friendly neighborhood friendbuddyguy. You could even kind of read it as (not entirely intentional) organic character development over time, if things didn't get kind of muddled between acts which are, after all, supposed to take place three years apart, not that they really had the dev time to really nail that down and make you feel it.

Anyway! Sorry! Tangent! Circling back to the banter in question!

Merrill: Do you ever miss her? Varric: Isabela? Of course I do. Merrill: You called her by her name. I’ve never heard you do that before. Varric: No fun in calling her Rivaini if she’s not here to be annoyed by it.

It's interesting! Because like, first of all, it's wrong. Varric calls Isabela by her given name more regularly than he does any other companion, including Aveline (who he has not even given a nickname to). So, clearly Merrill's not been paying attention. (Not that I expect Kirby to have like kept a tally while writing Varric's dialogue lmao I just think it's funny.)

Secondly, he's deflecting. Because he misses her! He misses herrrrrr. He's a softyyyyyy. The two of them really got on. And, he's deflecting.

(Thirdly, if he is only deflecting, and not both deflecting and lying through his lying teeth: does him calling Isabela by her name fairly regularly mean that he only wants to annoy her sometimes? As opposed to, say, Carver and Fenris and Sebastian, who he is more than happy to needle all of the time constantly? I could see it tbh.)

Although, again, if Isabela is annoyed—and she would not be wrong to be! albeit she is an inveterate nicknamer herself—she's playing it pretty close to her chest.

Isabela: You’ve a nickname for everyone. Varric: That’s true. Rivaini. Isabela: But everyone just calls you Varric. That’s hardly fair.

Which is to say! Yes! Varric is the world's most annoying dwarf, and he loves it. But I think there's ~nuance~ as well as a lot of room for interpretation!

[p-receh]

There's an au prompt that I am heavily interested in. And this is also the base of what I want to write in my story. I personally love this au. Not many people dwell deeper in this au (I knew some but not know much for outdonesian people. Whereas in Indonesian fandom, this thing is quite rare... I guess. But that rarity is like find a needle in a hay stack, or find a golden in the mud.... ^^')

"These two anonymous made me overthink late at night. It made me speculate how are the elementals gonna do if Oboi is gone someday? they are immortals yet their master is a human.

But this is my favorite kind of troupe. Immortal and mortal, hahahaha. Normally the ones who couldn't move on are the immortals."

[Pict no.1]

'If we think deeper, The elementals are older than Oboi himself, right? They were born in the various Power Spheres and then founded by the kings, The Chiefs, and even mere citizens. All this time, it turns out halitaugem(Halilintar, Taufan, and Gempa) and others are already 100+ years old.'

[Pict no. 2]

'The Elementals are older than Oboi, aren't they. Imagine the 7 elementals saying their gratitude to Oboi for their safety as if he protected their lives and did not misuse them, and they will vow to guard Oboi, the purest elemental wielder of them all.'

Different tweet but still indirect to the op.

"Halilintar: "He's only a kid who just got his power, he probably will get hurt because of us."

Taufan: "What if he abuses it when he's older like a certain guy?"

Gempa: "I know, however, I want to put my trust in someone one more time."

.

Gempa: "You guys want to join me?"

Halilintar & Taufan: *smiling* "Definitely."

Whether if the immortals unable to move on or not. These kind of concept where the elementals passing their duty after their last master is really tempting. Imagine this could be Oboi's himself dies of old age and he left his energy to let all elementals become the real humans; or in the last battle, before he gone, Oboi use his final move to let him split into seven. And after that, all elementals lived in the future.

In my mind, the settings are a bit different.

Thousand years in the future. All planets are destroyed and Quabac is the last remaining planet. All survivors from the destroyed planet moved to Quabac and created nations based on fallen planets. The planet's names are the names of nations same with their background settings(Still in draft and a bit generic.) :

Gugura is a dumpster city.

Windara, a steampunk nation above the clouds.

Rimbara a forest wonderland for villagers.

Baraju, two military nations that became the planet's first defense system, and-

Gur'latan, a high-tech cyberpunk city and the central nation of the planet.

The people lived under control and their fate was already decided by the mighty emperor who never showed it's face. All elementals lived separately with no past memories.

Until a certain worker who lived inside the rusty house, found an unordinary watch that triggered a nightmare. The sound of pain and shout that he felt he experienced even though he was sure he never remembered any of those throughout his life. Suspicious theories occur when he sees the legendary TAPOPS logo, who supposed to be a myth in children's tales.

More mysteries arise after he sees the mirror of himself at the barter station in some city of Gugura, or so he thought. A man in all white cloth was just sent by Gur'latan authorities to collect data. Coincidentally.

That's when they meet and their nightmares have become more clear and the fact that they are not alone already tells there's something wrong with their past to this day.

...

That's all for now I guess. I got this idea during my discussion with @nerizys (Apologies for tagging your name🙏). Still trying to make it more of a proper prompt since I'm suck in english.

... Really want it to make into a full story though... :*

[lovinggreeniehours]

45 from the one word prompt? :0

45. panic

↳ renata × chrome

↳ i won't count but this is pretty small i think. 500 words or less. but don't take my word on that

↳ (hi avil :) ) okay originally this should've been longer and i plan to revise and fact-check this for proper posting in the future but the base idea was cool so here's the first draft i made a million years ago (and finished just now) ✨️ if the second half is kind of Lacking then it's bc it's 1am right now sorry hgdgjgdfhj

Chrome was a light sleeper. So he was especially worried to wake up in the middle of the night and find himself alone in his bed.

Half asleep, he grasped the blankets and pillows next to him, stomach churning unpleasantly as his waking awareness increased. In the space Arion should have been occupying were only wrinkled sheets and a scrunched up blanket. Surveying the room, Chrome could only confirm what he already knew. Arion wasn't there. He was alone with the ever so familiar, sinking feeling that everything was wrong.

Naturally, he bolted for the door.

Running through the empty hallways, his mind ran faster. Arion was there when he fell asleep last night. (Wasn't he?) And Arion wasn't one to get up from bed without good reason.

Chrome had to pause, realizing suddenly that he wasn't quite sure where he was going. The only thing he was certain of was that he hadn't passed by anyone thus far.

Did he get another anxiety attack? Chrome would've felt him leaving the bed then. Should have felt it. It didn't take a lot to wake him up, and Arion moved a lot when he was stressed. But it wasn't a completely unfounded assumption to say that Arion simply snuck out. He was always good at being undetected if he wanted to be.

But even then, why would he? Where would he go? Why didn't he just.. wake him up if he needed something?

As soon as he asked himself, Chrome already knew the answer. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

It was in one of the storage rooms where he lost momentum in his search. In the far back, he recognized a crates filled with ammunition. He'd found Arion in the crevices behind them a few months ago; He hadn't yet gotten his memories back, nor the carefully crafted self-assurance that came with them. A week into being a Strike Hawk and he was crying behind a stack of crates, overwhelmed by the faces and names and places he couldn't keep up with. Arion once shot himself on accident when they were cadets, and yet this was the first time Chrome ever saw him cry.

After the initial panic of being caught, Arion explained that the physical pressure made him feel more grounded. It was why Chrome bought weighted blankets.

Did he miss something? Why did he leave...?

But as he was closing the door behind him to continue his search, a voice cut through the silence.

"Chrome?"

He whirled around at the sound, his eyes meeting Arion's wide ones.

"Arion." Chrome exhaled, thoughts moving through his head faster than he could hear them. But still, it was as if a sack was dropped from his chest, propelling him forward until they were within arm's length. His hands gripped Arion's shoulders, as if to anchor him as he heaved out a sigh of relief. "You didn't leave base."

"Leave base?" Arion frowned. But as Chrome's hands reached him, he moved in kind, gently tracing fingers along his waist. "You're not sleepwalking, are you?"

He shook his head. "No. No, I'm not. I am perfectly awake."

"Did I wake you?"

"Not at all." He said, quieter. "..Why did you leave?"

Arion winced. "Oh.. See, Kamui knocked on your door, he needed help with something, and I didn't want to wake you up, so... I. I just helped him myself."

"Oh."

Arion leaned forward; close enough that all Chrome could focus on were the red of his eyes.

"Are you okay?" He murmured. "You look.."

Chrome tilted his head.

"..Intense."

Had he been that anxious? Now that Arion was right in front of him, the panic of a few minutes' past felt years away. And yet, what did he say earlier? Of course, he knew Arion wouldn't just up and disappear into thin air. They were past that. But waking up earlier felt as though the silence would consume him whole, even if they only have been sharing the room for weeks.

Logically speaking, Arion would not have left base.

As soon as he registered the thought, he let out another sigh. Arion wasn't going to disappear on him in the dead of the night. He knew that. What he didn't know was that his shoulders were still tense. His eyebrows were still knit together. His fingers twitched; tapping as if restless. As if itching to pull him closer.

Arion, though, saw all of it quite well. He raised his hand up to Chrome's hair, idly playing with the strands at the back of his hair as he pushed his head forward. Just until their foreheads pressed together.

"You sure you're okay, bud?"

Chrome nodded.

"You're sure?"

Chrome hummed in acknowledgement, a quiet smile slipping through the wall of worry.

"Mhm. I'm okay."

"Okay." Arion grinned back. A trill of panic returned to Chrome. He knew that look.

"What are you— AHH."

Before he could guess what had prompted the bout of mischief, hands had gripped the back of his knees, and he was pulled up from the ground into a bridal carry.

"Time to head back to the room then." Arion declared proudly.

Chrome's face burned furiously. But, as Arion had hoped, all signs of panic seemed long gone. Those things, they could discuss in the comfort of their room later. For now, he needed to focus on making Chrome feel a little better.

"You better be enjoying yourself." Arion winked playfully.

Chrome then covered his face with his hands, groaning. Cute.

"Must you do this out in the open? Where everyone can see?"

"They're all asleep anyway, it's fine!"

"They won't be sleeping for very long with how loudly you're talking.."

"Do you want me to put you down?"

A beat of silence passed.

"Just please hurry already."

"Okayyy."

If Arion held him a little tighter as he said that, he supposed Chrome wouldn't be able to notice.

[missgryffin]

Hi missgryffin! Firstly I’m such a huge fan and avid reader of your works, especially ES which is an absolutely beautiful story! I know you’re taking some time rewriting etc to update to your current style and I obsess over every snippet haha. My question is, after publishing work how do you feel like a story is finished to your liking? I know I struggle with feeling like things I produce are ever properly finished and I can only assume rewrites on ES is such a massive undertaking, what prompted you to revisit the older chapters? Secondary to that, would you ever consider putting the old version up along with the new one? Obviously it’s your artistic choice and you’re rewriting for a reason but I personally would be so interested to read and compare the two, especially because I adore your snippets and it’s crazy to think you could upgrade a story I already love so much haha. I hope that’s not overstepping! I wouldn’t want to offend! Anyway, I love you’re writing and I hope you have a great day!

Hey! Ahh thank you so much!! 🥰 Under the cut for length 🫶

Oh this is such a good question and honestly there's no easy answer. In the short term, whether a chapter/story feels finished really is just a feeling. I've become more of a plotter over the years, so I am better about knowing what needs to happen to close the arcs of the story and have it feel resolved. (Or, if it's just a chapter, have it feel like it's propelling the story forwards.) Also, when I'm first starting a fic, I have a pretty good idea of the mood and imagery I'm wanting to evoke with that story. (And I love making moodboards for myself for this purpose.) So something I look for when I'm rereading what I've written is whether what I see when I read matches what I'd imagined in my head.

In the long term, I think a sense of completion comes from time. The wonderful thing about fic is that you can always update works if you catch a mistake or spot something you want to fix. (I usually find at least one small thing I could change every time I reread something of mine, lol.) But whether it's "finished to your liking" is really a measure of, when you reread it a year or two later, are you still happy with it? And where you're at in your writing journey (/how much your writing may have improved or changed over time) will bear on that.

For example, when I reread for the hope of it all earlier this summer, I found some typo mistakes and edited some phrasing here and there, but it really did feel like I was just doing a proofread with fresh eyes. The story itself felt complete; I didn't want to change a thing, and I was so proud reading it.

By contrast, when I reread Eternal Summer earlier this year, the document became unrecognizable from how much I marked it up. Once, that draft felt complete to me, but this time (two years later), I felt like I was reading an early draft I'd outgrown. For one, ES was written in past tense, and I've now been writing almost exclusively in present tense. For another, I felt like I'd crammed too much into my chapters, resulting in scenes feeling rushed or overlooked simply from the sheer volume of stuff happening. I wanted to tease certain things out more and pace things differently so that everything got its ~moment~. In the first go-around, I had veered significantly off my original outline as a reaction to reader feedback/pressure at the time, which resulted in me getting myself very, very stuck. This time, the experience of writing these characters for 2+ straight years allowed me to think about the plot and the character development more holistically. I have a better understanding of how to "show not tell" in terms of relevant backstory and Jily's respective head spaces. I took prior times where readers were confused into account, and I knew how I could address/resolve them in the new narrative. I still very much loved the ES world and the plot I'd created—and there were so many scenes I felt so proud of (and many I'd forgotten that I loved!) —but the overall feeling was, I can elevate this story. I can tell this better. Knowing I wanted to continue ES into the rest of their seventh year and beyond, I simply couldn't continue writing without addressing all these thoughts I had about it. (And believe me, I tried 😅)

As for whether I'd put up the old version with the new one…I haven't thought about it much, but my initial reaction is leaning no. Idk, I'm open to hearing thoughts on it, and it's a ways away anyway. I just don't want people getting confused by what's "true" and what's not anymore if they're looking at the old version.

[seriouslysam8]

2022 Wrapped

Tagged by @takearisk-ao3

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular)

1 Backstabber

It was by far my most angsty story. It was by far my most cherished story. I loved writing every single second of it as my heart broke over and over and over again.

2 Basorexia

It was just a fun one-shot where I got to explore so many POVs that I’ve never written before.

3 Effloresce

It was so borderline AU that it really gave me the courage and confidence to go full blown AU. It was such a fun Hinny story.

4 Scones

Because James Sirius is a little shit and Ginny would love her hectic Mother’s Days.

5 Brumous

I would put this higher but I legit just started it. It’s a pet project I’ve thought about for YEARS and now I’m finally writing it. It’s gone through a lot of drafts in my head of where I’d start the divergence and what would happen, but I’m rather pleased with it so far.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year

1 Precipice

This story is really going to tear my action-writing skills but I am so excited for it. It’s really unique and I haven’t read anything like it before. You know I strive for unique. I’m excited to show my new Horcrux traps and how Ginny falls off the deep end.

2 Bête Noire

This is such a self-indulgent story. It’s no secret Sirius is my favorite character and I haven’t been shy about how I hate how he’s portrayed a lot of the time. So I’m excited to really give him a strong trauma background with this story

3 Thrice

I have a few short stories planned in the first war. One of them is a short 4-chapter story about the three times Jily defied Voldemort. The last chapter is pure fluff of Harry being born and then the prophecy coming to light - so the consequences of defying him thrice

4 Lacuna

My year after the war story that went from canon compliant to AU compliant. I’m not sure if I’ll get to it next year, but here’s to hoping!

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

1 Better charts

I have finally found a way to organize my many charts so I can easily find information while writing to keep it all consistent from story-to-story

2 Branching Out on POVs

I started out just exclusively writing Harry and Ginny POVs. Over the last year, I’ve really juggled different POVs and converging those POVs together to tell cohesive stories where you see the action from multiple angles. That’s been hard yet fun

3 Getting better at writing action scenes

I still have panic attacks when I have to write an action scene but I don’t spend nearly as much time or agonize over them as much. I’m really trying not to freak out over them and I’m told I’m decent. But that might just be people being nice to me because they know I’m a weeper.

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year

1 To write what I want to write and not be influenced by outside sources. I just need to tell the stories I want to tell and say fuck it to the haters and the people telling me they dislike my direction that I’m going. I need to stop listening to people who try to force me to write something I don’t want to write. I love prompts and people leaving their ideas in reviews as long as there is no pressure to write it. But I just felt a lot of pressure last year and writing became not so much fun.

2 Just to have my confidence in general. I worry sometimes my ideas aren’t good or I shouldn’t write certain plots because I’m worried people won’t like them. I almost deleted my Fleamont POV in Bête Noire and Bell basically said she’d disown me if I did. So yeah, just more confidence.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year

Uh… how about speech? Full quote? Sirius’ latest mental break in Brumous had me sobbing.

Sirius laughed, his head shaking. "Yeah, I could have my life back. That's fucking hilarious, you know that, right? I have a bounty over my head for thirteen murders I didn't commit. One of the victims isn't even ruddy dead! I'm stuck in a house I vowed to never return to. I've buried the only parents I ever knew, buried my only true brother and his wife, and have a godson who is wanted by a fucking psychopath! Nothing about my life right now is normal or easy and I certainly can't go back to the person I was fourteen years ago. That Sirius is dead. He died the summer his girlfriend was supposedly murdered. The nail in the coffin hit as soon as he saw his best mate cold on the fucking floor of his house. I can't have my life back, Andy, because that life doesn't fucking exist anymore." - Brumous, Chapter Eight: Occlumency

Tagging

@bellmel @ginwiz @curse-04

Ignore any and all spelling mistakes. I don’t want to be up this late. 😭😭😭

[voidthewanderer]

Do you have any writing tips? I feel so stupid. I've only written couple of one shots, and I'm planning on writing chapters, too. I just... Can't seem to write more than 2k at a time.

I am not articulate as I'd like to be and I just feel so stupid. 😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm probably not the best person to ask this, as I just... write. I don't worry about if someone's going to shit on me for having "too many descriptors" or "telling and not showing" or anything like that.

I also want you to bear in mind that I was reading Stephen King books by the time I was like six. I was on a higher reading and writing comprehension level than my classmates at a very early age, which probably did help me when I actually got into creative writing. (Please also note that I am not saying this to say that I’m smarter than other people, just that I read higher reading levels at a very early age)

If found that the things that help me best, outside of just write and read a lot:

Plot: Plotting doesn’t have to be big fancy brainstorm trees or essentially writing the entire story without actually writing it. It could even just be a simple flow of start -> rise -> climax -> fall -> end. And then you do small flesh outing from there. I personally do these I notebooks rather than on the computer.

Draft: I only do an editing draft; essentially just a first draft that I work on in Google Docs when I’m on the go. I ignore vocal quirks for when characters are talking, spelling and grammatical errors, don’t worry about the word count. I just write until I feel like it’s at a good point to stop. There’s no need to worry about over or under writing details because you’ll edit that stuff later.

Edit: I probably do editing a bit differently than everybody else does, because I have dedicated word documents for my stories rather than solely using Google Docs. I open the browser window side by side with the document that has the final write up, this way I also have easy access to go to old writings for character vocal quirks, websites to help with descriptors and actions, and overall just getting to reread over the work and make the changes I want. Add and remove content.

Proofread: REREAD YOUR WORK. Do this MANY times. Yes, you will get sick of it. But, if you’re anything like me, you will kick yourself if you find spelling and grammar mistakes that slipped through the cracks.

I wouldn’t worry about the word count or anything of that sort. Sometimes, you can get exactly what you want or need to get out in 1k words, and sometimes you need 5k. Length is hand in hand with the flow of a piece. If you read my story, Mnemonic Impressions, you can see that it’s stagnant after a certain point rather than flow. Whereas if you read Addicted, it has a flow. It’s all about how long you want to take to get to the ultimate climax of the story.

Something else that may help is when you see writing prompts? Even if you don’t actively take requests, just grab one that interests you and write! It’s a good exercise to get into the flow of writing.

You’re not stupid for not feeling like you know what to say or not being able to write over a certain amount of words. Writing is hard! Writing is very hard. I can tell you that I haven’t actually updated Mnemonic Impressions in nearly two years now because I’m stuck and don’t really know where to go next.

I know it sounds bullshit, but you sometimes just gotta keep your nose to the grindstone and keep pushing. If you gotta take a break every 2k words and then come back, do that! It’s all a matter of finding what works the best for you!

[authoraemoseley]

hey! this is chance & here’s week 2's prompt. when you write or create an oc, do you like to reference elements from your life? if yes, name a few. if no, why not?

Howdy! Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the delay in answering, life tried to eat me again rude.

Short answer:

Oh boy do I! I typically pull inspiration from my personal struggles such as my mental/physical health/disabilities (been chronically ill, am deaf without hearing aids), and other elements.

Long answer (most of which is under a cut):

Oh boy do I!

As I said, I typically pull inspiration from my personal struggles, the biggest ones being my physical/mental health and my disability.

This is a huge change from when I first started writing. I would either go full on self insert mode (which I view as cringe now, but I was learning the ropes and it was helpful to my growth as a writer), or I would be like "omz it's so tacky when authors pull inspiration from themselves, that's so cocky!". I was rather extreme when I was a kid XD

I used to avoid writing about my disability simply because I had:

Never seen it done

Thought that it was what I was "supposed" to write, and that my disability had to be written about in a certain way or no one would read it or allow it to be published

And I wasn't interested in stories that people wanted or expected me to write about deaf/hoh people; we aren't tragedies. Give me a deaf person running around a magical world making friends!

And then I realized I could write it*. It wasn't egotistical to pull inspiration from my life. That's what all creators do, intentionally or not. I'm one of those creators that purposefully pulls inspiration/traits from my life and puts them into my characters.

But, with some caveats:

Does it add to the character? For example, Mark originally was such a pain in the butt that when I went back and read my very first draft of the story (back in high school), I had to stop because Mark was just that hateable.** He was angry, self centered which stemmed from his anger, and I just couldn't relate to this guy. The problem is, House of Moons without Mark as the main character, isn't House of Moons at all. So for years, I put the story on hold, and just kind of hoped that one day it would come to me.

When I found out that I could write about my disability my way, I realized Mark needed my hearing loss.

When I was Mark's age, I was furious with the world for a number of reasons. And one of them was because of how horribly the world treated me as a disabled person. Sometimes I was mocked or excluded because I wasn't able to hear. Sometimes it was because the world treated me as special, just because I couldn't hear.

Anything good I did was "Oh wow! You're hearing impaired and you did that? That's so brave!". While in hindsight I know those comments probably came from a good place, it still hurt, and it still hurts to feel as if my accomplishments are intrinsically tied to my ability to hear.

Getting that from everywhere but your family is exhausting. Over time, infuriating. Once I gave Mark his hearing loss (which is the exact same kind of hearing loss I have), his anger made sense. It also gave me a starting point to explore more reasons why he was so angry. So Mark is now angry at his parents for never being around. The magical community for simultaneously fawning over and ostracizing him and his family for something he can't help. His neighborhood and (at first) school for treating him as something breakable because of his hearing loss.

Mark isn't angry at himself for being born with a hearing loss which gradually (for whatever reason) got worse over time. He's angered by how he's treated due to that hearing loss, and a lot of other things too.

Mark sharing my hearing loss adds to his character. Now I love writing him, he's relatable and even though he's angry and can be a jerk, there's a reason behind it and the possibility for growth.

Can I make this trait the character's own?

While I make sure the trait I'm giving the character makes sense, if it doesn't actually help make the character the character, then I nix the idea.

For example (moving the spotlight from Mark for a moment here), Harris and his siblings have PTSD. I have PTSD. Harris and his family have PTSD for very different reasons than I do. If I were to take away the PTSD from any of those characters their story would literally make no sense. They all lived through an unspeakable trauma. For them to not have some sort of physical or psychological scarring makes no sense and is a disservice to the reader.

But how Harris deals with his trauma is different than how his sister and older brother deal with it. They all have PTSD, they all have a shared trauma, but they all cope differently.

And because their PTSD comes from a different place than mine, their coping strategies are different too***. And because in real life, people with shared traumas will still have different coping styles. So how Harris deals with his PTSD (physically hiding often times), is different than how Acida, his sister does (building a blanket fort or stress baking). And of course, their older brother Fanggore copes by making sure his siblings are accounted for and then reads a book.

So typically, I use some part of myself to give myself a starting point in helping flesh out the characters. But I make sure that it's relevant to the character and actually makes sense for them to have that positive or negative trait.

While I focused on my struggles, I do like slipping in positive traits too! I have one character that's very into music and writes lyrics (which I do), another who has my zany sense of humor (I work hard to make sure each character has a unique sense of humor, rather than just everyone being snarky).

Overall, I'm one of those people that really draws inspiration from my personal experiences. I use it more as a starting point and then let my imagination make something new from it.

Thanks for the ask! :D

~ ~

*Cannot tell you how mind-blowing it was to realize that not only was I completely capable of writing about my disability in stories that I would want to read, but also that people would be interested in reading it. Still blows my mind some days.

**I will note here that autocorrect was overly enthusiastic and corrected "hateable" to "hittable" and I'm quite sure everyone felt that way. I also had to stop reading what I wrote cause I was good enough of a writer to know when writing was bad (and at the time it was) but I was also not strong enough of a writer at the time to fix what needed fixing.

***If I were to give Harris and his siblings my exact kind of PTSD (the cause and how I react) that would also make no sense...it really, really wouldn't. That would be silly! /derogatory

[razrbomb]

#RAZRBOMB is an independent roleplay &. aesthetic account for reze of tatsuki fujimoto’s chainsaw man. a study on: deception, manipulation, alienation, the allure &. vulnerabilities of youth, dehumanization, &. the quest for identity. that said, this blog is 21+ &. will not be spoiler-free! mature content such as: childhood abuse &. death will be present. my portrayal is headcanon-based, heavily drawn from her manga appearance &. my own interpretation of the little information given about her character. est. september 2022.

» written &. adored by luna ( she/her ). born in ‘93. est. indefinite semi-hiatus.

writing.    headcanons.    meta.    prompts.    aes. permanent starter call. rules under the cut.

basics.

ღ — multi-verse. ღ — tracking 。razrbomb. ღ — discord 。 given upon request to mutuals only. ღ — icons &. graphics were made by me unless stated otherwise. fan works are not mine &. will be given credit accordingly. ღ — my other rp blogs can be found HERE.

general.

Welcome!! This is a roleplay blog for Reze from Chainsaw Man. Characterization mostly stems from the original manga, but heavily reliant on my own personal interpretation &. headcanons. Depending on the verse, I go by before or after the events of the main timeline; but, due to her arc’s conclusion, my main verse is set before what transpired in the Bomb Girl arc. Keep in mind that this blog is not spoiler-free!

interactions.

This is a PRIVATE blog, meaning interactions are reserved for mutuals only. It should also be worth mentioning that I am incredibly selective with who I follow. Don`t take it personally if I don`t follow back, I just like to keep my follow count to a minimum for a more clean dash. Most of the time, I would have no idea how my muse would interact with yours. However, I’m open to OOC conversations, whether we’re mutuals or not.

For CROSS OVERS, do not hesitate to roleplay with me if you`re a non-CSM blog!! Though, I would be more comfortable with interacting with other characters from a series I`m more familiar with.

As for ORIGINAL CHARACTERS, I`m more than open for interaction, though I will admit, I am less lenient. If your OC does not have a proper profile or detailed character bio, I will not consider interacting with your muse.

I would love to interact with DUPLICATES. This is a no flex zone, so don`t hesitate to talk to me if you`re also a Reze.

But please be aware that I won`t always reply quickly. I am slow &. I have ADHD. So if you keep hounding me to reply to a thread, there is a more likely chance that I will drop that thread. Trust me when I say I save my threads in my drafts, so please be patient.

dni fandoms.

To piggyback off the previous section, there are some characters from certain series’ that I refuse to interact with, &. they are as follow:

✕ — harry potter ✕ — attack on titan ✕ — killing stalking

This includes having verses related to these series for characters unrelated to the source material. NO EXCEPTIONS.

asks.

Do not start a thread in my ask box, it will be promptly deleted if you do so — especially if we`re not mutuals. Ask threads tend to clog up my dash, and it`s also not aesthetically pleasing on my blog. If you want to start a thread, just tag me in a starter. But on the off chance that there is a potential thread in an ask meme, I would create a seperate text post based on that ask. Common courtesy means I expect you to do the same.

formatting.

I write one-liners, multi-paras, and novella. Since I tend to ramble with my replies, I am most comfortable with multi-paras, but you are not obligated to match my length. All I ask is that you at least give me something to work with ( as in: actually interact with my muse ). Nothing else could convince me to drop a thread faster than getting dry replies.

With text formatting, I don`t really mind it, even if you don`t actually format your threads. The only thing I would tamper with is the text size, preferably in small font.

shipping.

This blog is SELECTIVE MULTI-SHIP, meaning this blog will solely be exclusive to one romantic relationship per character — this includes polyships — all sustained in their own separate verse. This rule may change in the future, but for now, this rule still applies. Chemistry is a must if anything is going to move forward. It should also go without saying, but: there will be no cheating plots.

For my own comfort, I will not start a ship with a mun under the age of 21.

Now if you`re interested in a pre-established platonic relationship with my Reze, please communicate with me OFF anon beforehand. It should be noted that I have the right to refuse if I don`t feel comfortable or all that into the premise of said relationship.

18+ content.

There will be mature content on this blog. &. I am of age. Now for any explicit sexual threads: will it happen? Absolutely not. This is not a priority on my blog here. Considering Reze is most likely the same age as Denji ( a minor ), there won’t be any sexually explicit threads present. Do not come here with those intentions.

On the other side of the same coin, given the content of the source material, I`m okay with gore and violence. Though, I rarely ever have the chance to portray these kind of scenes. Of course, I would like to know if we`re heading that direction so I can prepare myself accordingly. However, SAME RULE APPLIES FOR MINORS. If you`re below the age of 18, I will not write explicit violent threads with you.

triggers.

I will not hesitate to tag triggers. RP`ing is supposed to fun, and I would definitely go out of my way to make sure your RP experience is very comfortable and safe for you. Of course, I will expect common courtesy from you as well. So please tag:

✕ — trypophobia ✕ — cheating

If any of those squicks aren`t tagged, I will ask you privately to tag those posts. If you refuse, I will simply unfollow you. Also, please tag your ships!!

HOWEVER, I will absolutely not follow you + hard block if you RP any one of the following themes:

✕ — rape / noncon / dubcon ✕ — incest ✕ — pedophilia ( including sexualizing minors )

I don`t care if you tag that shit; you’re a freak &. I want nothing to do with you. &. Yes; this also goes for survivors who publicly post that kind of shit in a public forum “to cope.” I shouldn`t have to explain why this is wrong on so many levels, which I have done plenty of times in the past HERE. It should also go without saying that I won`t interact with you if you have repeatedly shown to be racist, homophobic, transphobic, or just about any kind of bigot towards POC and/or LGBT folks. I know I`m sounding really preachy here or whatever, but I have seen this level of fuckery enough times to warrant mentioning.

credit.

Theme base comes from (✖), edits were made by me. PSD for all icons were created by me.

addendum.

AHHH!! If you read this far, you get a million kisses from me ~ but mostly gratitude for taking this much of an interest in my blog. And I may sound like I`m being too picky, but really, don`t be afraid to message me if you want to discuss a plot or start a relationship with my muse. I`m usually pretty friendly if you`re nice ~ so do not be intimidated by me. Just follow the simple guidelines &. have fun getting your shit rocked by Reze ~ ♥

[iantimony]

tuesdaypost

tried a new thing this week where i started drafting this as i went - so any time i read something that i wanted to put here, for example, i just slapped the link in to expand more on when i got around to finishing the post, yanno? i liked it, i think it made the whole process less "??? what did i do this week???" i also think i do like tuesday, actually, because it means i can put all my various weekend craftings/watching/playing in while it's still fresh in my mind.

because i noted things down as i went this is a RICH tuesdaypost, buckle up

listening

up to partizan 15! also been listening to fatt soundtracks as background while i work, it's very good for that.

reading

a looooot of bloodletter this week, notably all the tgcf and most of the mdzs fic, but especially both ways open jaws: delicious, pun intended. found it through this tumblr post of the art that's in one of the chapters. (saw dreamwidth user rigormorphis in the acknowledgement notes on there!!! [leonardo dicaprio pointing meme] i follow them on dreamwidth!! hello!) also read you were not mine to save by factorialrabbits: this isn't really how i understand nhs as a character, personally, but i liked the narrative structure a lot! read it because bloodletter wrote a fic that was inspired by it and i liked that one a lot too.

read some of the tgcf donghua just because i wanted to look at pretty pictures.

the poster's guide to the internet of the future by david pierce: interesting. i've never much thought about having all platforms be cross-connected and cross-interact-able and i'm not sure if it's something i would want, to be totally honest. i like certain things to be separate. we should all go back to geocities. (jk) (unless....)

caught up on the soft news newsletter by joy alicia raines, one that's been sticking in my head is the bit about 'but and therefore rule' from may

i started 'the house on vesper sands' by paraic o'donnell while i was at my grandma's because she had a copy in the guest room, read about the first 100 pages or so, liked it enough that i rented it from the library but we'll see if i finish it haha

playing

oh i'm DEEP in pokemon go again :p send me friend codes if you wanna be pokego friends!

watching

my grandma has been recommending peaky blinders to me for ages so when i visited her last week for thanksgiving i decided that if we started watching it while i was there i might keep watching it when i got home. i probably will! we watched the first three episodes while i was there, definitely has the Drama and Intrigue that i would expect, doesn't hurt that cillian murphy is easy on the eyes, etc.

as promised last week, i've watched the new tgcf episodes! as you can probably tell from my reading section, i am fully back in the tgcf brainworms, frothing at the mouth waiting for new episodes to get released

finished cowboy bebop with my bf, it was so good :( i think our next show is finishing kill la kill, i had him watch the first threeish episodes a while ago but might as well. also on the list to watch together is jujutsu kaisen, mob psycho, space dandy…feel free to rec!

making

continued progress of my big scarf! started what will hopefully be a very quick winter headband knit for my roommate's mom, i'm spending time with her over christmas and i'm absolutely sure she will get me a gift so i need something to give to her lol.

after tragically missing the deadline for secret samol i sent the tumblr account a message asking to be put on the pinch hitter list and it turned out that they were able to slide my entry in after the deadline!! so i got my secret samol assignment in my email on saturday and i'm VERY excited, there are some really good prompts and i have to figure out which is tickling my fancy and what medium to do it in…the funniest part of it is probably that my assignee is a geologist. like, what are the odds, right? (i am not a geologist by training but the research i do now for my phd is way closer to geology than i ever thought i would be. i wonder if they'll be at AGU in a few weeks…it's such a big conference so odds are slim but there's definitely a funny universe out there where i run into them without either of us realizing :b)

i spent most of sunday cozy inside because it was snowing out, and i did a lot of little mending tasks! i finally blocked out the tank top that i finished knitting a few months ago, fixed the lining for a cowl that i made in 2021, darned some socks + some holes in a shirt that i like…

(the Cowl Saga: i finished the object in 2021! it was a little scratchy so i made a cute lining out of matching plaid fleece! i never fucking wore it because it was too small and pressed on my nose uncomfortably and sucked to pull over my head!!!! so i went, damn, wait, i didn't block it. i bet i can make it a better size by blocking it. so this summer i took the lining back out and blocked it (and laid it in the sun to dry, so it FADED UNEVENLY because the yarn was just dyed with turmeric in 2020!! i am not a professional!!! so it definitely isn't colorfast!!!) and lo and behold, now it fits better! however now the lining was too damn small! so finally, FINALLY, i used some leftover plaid fleece scraps to patch in an extra panel to make it big enough! so now i can wear it! i wore it yesterday because it's finally cold enough!!!)

no pictures of me wearing the tank top because i don't love the fit…i have some spare bra inserts at home that i can get when i'm there for the holidays so hopefully sewing those in will help? i can't really wear a bra with it otherwise. despite using an old norwegian cast-on, which according to google is one of the stretchiest options, to wear it the hem is stretched completely taut so i probably should have sized up >:\ it was a fun project otherwise, might try it again with a different size/yarn/cast-on, perhaps without the waist increases.

also, started writing again?? something about glancing at my decade-old nanowrimo last week tickled my brain and i started poking at something inspired in that direction. no promises.

misc

i was thinking of getting a small keyboard for my ipad so i don't have to bring my whole laptop to a conference next week, i was discussing with my roommate, she was like "ah but they're sooo small…" i said "we have tiny hands, it's not a bad size for us", she goes "but they're scared of each other" which made me crack up. will probably try to go to best buy or something, one of the little logitech ones could be good, but also do i Need a keyboard?? will i actually type ANYTHING while i'm at this conference????? i doubt it. so maybe not huh my current week looks like powering through my poster for AGU, that way i can spend next week tweaking as needed and print a few days before travel…….fingers crossed. i laid that timeline out for my advisor yesterday and she nearly cried from how reasonable it was, apparently her last phd student was a "finish the poster on the plane and print the day of the presentation at the conference" kinda guy oops. :")

[barilleon]

Rockets Underground #02 - Something From Something

Tonight is the first session of the Rockets Underground game, and the first complete draft of my playbooks weren't finished until an hour ago.

I had originally written just enough of the playbooks to get through a single-session playtest: the general idea, starting actions, and as many moves as I could think of. Some had all six, some had only one. I figured that moves would come more naturally as I kept working on the game.

For the game tonight, I wanted each playbook to have 6 moves to choose from. But when I sat down to write, I was still stumped. So here are some things I did to get from one to six on each book in a few hours.

Build Your Toolbox

I find PbtA moves harder to design than abilities for a game like 5e or Pathfinder. While some of that is probably an experience thing, it's also because there's a lot less restrictions in PbtA games on what you can already accomplish just by rolling some dice without a move. So to prepare myself for that paradigm shift, I start making a toolbox of things I can play with.

Variable Manipulation

First I list all the fiddly parts that the players have to track: resources and other variables. In Blades, that might look like:

special armor

stress

harm

heat

load

So working on moves that allow you to futz with one of these or use it in a different way than other characters is a good bet. In Rockets Underground, some of those variables are:

debt (like stress but monetary)

harm (no levels; just 5)

Partner Pokemon Affection

Mission Value

Supervisor Values

I found myself making moves that allowed characters to accrue more of the good variables (like Affection) and less of the bad variables (like Debt). They make for useful and dependable abilities, but not exactly memorable ones.

Situational Expertise

Some of my favorite Blades abilities just make you better at something in an appropriate context. The Slide gets +1d to rolls when dealing with someone they're close with. The Whisper gets +1d to command rolls on cultists with whom they've already consorted.

Situational expertise is cool because it also gives players a good starting point for how to play their character. I gave the mischievous "Scrapper" playbook +1d to inciting mischief against authorities.

Seeding Ideas

Alright so I have a confession to make: I'm not good at having ideas. I can't make something from nothing. I need something to riff on. In programming terms, I need a seed to start generating ideas from.

I really can't anticipate what kinds of moves I'd want to have as a certain character unless I'm put into a situation with them. I am hoping that as we play more sessions, folks will tell me which moves are fun and which moves are pointless and request things that they wish they could do. But in the meantime, I did need a starting point.

While I was struggling to pull ideas out of thin air, I caught myself naming moves after Abilities and Moves in the Pokemon games. The lightbulb came on. I searched the full list of Abilities and went to town.

With those one-to-two word prompts to act as my seed, I finished the job in record time. And because they're inspired by Pokemon Abilities, they feel like they're grounded in the world more (or at least I think so). Here's a collection of some of my favorites:

Competitive

Original Ability: Boosts the Pokémon's Sp. Atk stat sharply when its stats are lowered by an opposing Pokémon.

Playbook Move: You make all action rolls with +1d when your rival is in the scene.

Frisk

Original Ability: When it enters a battle, the Pokémon can check an opposing Pokémon's held item.

Playbook Move: You carry a device that tells you whether a Pokémon or person has an item on them.

Moody

Original Ability: Every turn, one of the Pokémon's stats will be boosted sharply but another stat will be lowered.

Playbook Move: Once per mission, you may temporarily swap the number of dots you have in two actions of your choice. This effect ends after you complete downtime.

Are these broken? Who knows! We'll find out when somebody takes one of them and test drives it.

With the playbooks done (and some other rules here and there), I'm feeling really confident about tonight.

[itslittlegiggle]

Manhandling (Kuroo/Kenma/Hinata)

A/N: hiiiii so i know i haven’t written anything in, like, 300 years. and i literally just sat down and wrote this today bc i got the idea in my head and was like yes, i am doing that. and it’s not even one of the prompts people are waiting so patiently for me to fill or one of my many drafts... sooo im sorry about that :( but i hope you take this fic as a peace offering while i get my crap together <3

Kenma and Hinata were very different.

Hinata was louder, more energetic, always up for a challenge - Kenma was the opposite of those things. He was quiet, timid, and generally preferred calm, relaxing activities.

These differences also changed certain ways Kuroo would act around them; not in a bad way, like having separate personalities depending on who he was with. It was in little ways that showed he paid attention to what each boy liked and was comfortable with. For example, if Hinata was upset about something, Kuroo would encourage him to blow off steam or take the redhead somewhere fun. If Kenma was upset, Kuroo would sit with him in silence until Kenma was ready to talk, gently rubbing his back so he knew Kuroo was listening.

All three of them were happy with this arrangement. But since the three of them had started dating, there was one thing in which Kenma had been, at first, very glad he wasn’t apart of.

Hinata liked being manhandled.

It sounded weird, but Hinata just really loved the fun of it. When Kuroo would randomly grab him and throw him over his shoulder or sling him under his arm, wrestling with Kuroo, being picked up and thrown onto the bed - all of it made the younger boy giggle and squeal and smile like you’d never seen before. He just loved his big strong boyfriend, okay?

Obviously, this was not something Kenma had ever imagined enjoying. He wasn’t against playful touching, but he tended to prefer holding Kuroo’s thumb when they watched movies, or when Hinata would play with his hair. He did not understand what could be so fun about being tossed around.

Until suddenly, maybe he did.

The three boys were at Kuroo’s, studying. Well, Kenma was studying. Kuroo had been studying, or trying to, until Hinata had gotten too restless to sit still. He started tossing little wads of rolled up paper at Kuroo’s head, obviously trying to get a rise out of the older boy. After hitting Kuroo with at least seven paper wads, Hinata finally got what he wanted.

“That’s it,” Kuroo stated, immediately walking to where Hinata was seated and grabbing him around the waist. Hinata squealed before rapid giggles started flowing from his mouth, increasing in volume when Kuroo pretended to drop him a couple times before tossing him on the bed. They wrestled around, Kuroo sometimes letting Hinata get close to having the upper hand before easily flipping said boy over again, and so on and so forth. Hinata was giggling so brightly that Kuroo couldn’t help but chuckle along.

Usually Kenma ignored his boyfriends when they played around like this but, for some reason that Kenma wasn’t sure of, he found himself watching.

Kuroo was strong, as the movements of his muscles as he tossed Hinata around could prove. But he was also gentle; Hinata never looked like he was hurt or in distress. He only looked like he was having the time of his life.

For the first time ever, Kenma thought, hmm. Maybe there could be something fun about it.

Kuroo grabbed one of Hinata’s arms to pull him into his lap when he looked up at Kenma, just as Kenma was looking over at him.

For a brief second their eyes met and, to Kenma’s dismay, he felt his cheeks flush.

He looked down right away, but he knew Kuroo had seen him. Had seen him blush. Oh no.

“What’s going on, Kitten?” Kuroo asked, voice absolutely dripping with teasing. “You want in?”

Kenma shook his head, but he could feel his blush deepening.

“Aww, Kenma’s jealous,” Kuroo purred, causing Kenma’s blush to invade his ears and neck.

“What? Really?” Hinata asked. He was laying on his back, Kuroo’s hand flat on his chest to hold him there, but he looked upside down at Kenma with sparkles in his eyes. “Kenma’s jealous??

“I’m not,” Kenma mumbled, turning away, but he was so hilariously embarrassed and unconvincing that Kuroo only laughed. Damn. He really knew Kenma too well.

Kenma tensed when he heard Kuroo get up from the bed and walk over to him softly. He tried not to react when he felt Kuroo’s hands on his shoulders, felt his breath in his ear, felt his stupid dumb smirk filling up the room.

A few seconds of silence. They felt long. A whispered, “you’re so cute, Ken.”

Suddenly Kuroo spun the chair Kenma was in so it faced him, reached down, and easily scooped Kenma up into his arms.

Kenma’s initial squeak was so quiet he hoped Kuroo didn’t hear it, but judging by the chuckle Kuroo let out, Kenma wasn’t holding his breath. Kuroo jostled Kenma around until he was holding the smaller boy bridal-style and, just like he did with Hinata earlier, pretended to drop Kenma, catching him at the last moment.

Kenma didn’t know what was wrong with him. Every time Kuroo “dropped” him, he would let out such an embarrassing little squeal before Kuroo caught him again - he even knew it was coming, and he still ended up making that noise! After the fourth time, Kenma couldn’t help it anymore; he giggled.

He giggled, then turned beet red and shoved his face into the crook of Kuroo’s neck when he and Hinata cooed at him. Kuroo gave Kenma’s hair a playful tug. “Hey, don’t hide!”

Kenma shook his head but didn’t remove it from its hiding place, so flustered that he didn’t notice Kuroo had walked to the bed until he felt himself being gently tossed onto it.

He landed with a gasp, and when he looked at Hinata they boy was grinning like Christmas had come early. “Kenma! Hey!”

The boys bounced slightly when Kuroo sat on the bed, and before Kenma had time to be any more embarrassed, Kuroo scooped him into his lap and cradled him close. “Kenma, come play.”

Kenma hesitated. This was very out of the ordinary for him, so naturally he felt unsure. But he felt Kuroo’s strong arms around him, saw Hinata’s excited smile; Kenma trusted them. Trusted Kuroo to know if it was too much for him, to be gentle.

Kenma reached out a hand and placed it against Kuroo’s chest, pushing softly. He smiled nervously, giving Kuroo a silent go ahead.

Kuroo took hold of Kenma’s upper arms, picking him up enough to toss him onto his back - all gently, of course. All playful and fun.

Kenma fought back the way he’d seen Hinata do; he got up on his knees and grabbed Kuroo’s arm, trying to push him over, but could only squeal as Kuroo used it as leverage to lift him up and plop him down near the headboard.

Kenma was giggling, and he couldn’t stop. Hinata was giggling at Kenma’s giggling, and Kenma couldn’t believe he was having fun.

But before Kenma could decide his next move, Kuroo grabbed him quickly by the waist to pull him closer and onto his back, making him squeal.

But it wasn’t just an oh, you’ve surprised me squeal. It was a very specific squeal, one that Kuroo and Hinata knew well.

Kuroo’s hands were still on Kenma’s waist, and Kenma was so hyper aware of it. It tickled. He held his breath.

Kuroo squeezed the same spot where he had grabbed Kenma. The latter let out a yelp and reached his hands down to push at Kuroo’s. Their eyes met again, and Kenma blushed. Again. Hinata laughed loudly. “Get him, Kuroo!”

Kuroo didn’t need to be told twice.

Kenma squealed again when Kuroo’s fingers dug into the fleshy part of his waist, clawing gently at his belly before squeezing at his flanks. He was so fast Kenma’s hands couldn’t keep up, and he was lost in frantic, high-pitched giggles that poured out from deep inside him. To make matters worse, Kuroo started manhandling him again, scooping him up into his lap to pinch his thighs and make him scream. He tossed Kenma over his shoulder and gently let him roll over the other side so the smaller boy was disoriented, before grabbing at his ribs and pinching in a way that had Kenma breathless.

Kenma was laughing, childish and sweet, and almost felt dizzy. Even though he was being tossed around, the only part of him that hurt was his cheeks from smiling so big.

Unfortunately for Kenma, due to the state he was in he forgot that Hinata was there. And that he loved hearing Kenma laugh. And that he loved making Kenma laugh. So he was totally unprepared when Hinata squeezed at his knees, giggling when it made Kenma laugh louder.

Kuroo picked Kenma up one more time so he could spin the blond around and onto his back again, sitting loosely on Kenma’s thighs, and slowed his hands before leaning close to the boy beneath him.

Kenma could only pant and hold onto Kuroo’s wrists when the boy whispered, “honestly, Ken. You’re cute.”

And then Kuroo was digging his thumbs into the dips of Kenma’s hips and the boy was gone, a shriek leaving his mouth before he was even aware of it, bucking and squirming and squealing like never before. He could barely hear Hinata over his own laughter, but he was sure the younger boy was laughing and cooing at him. Hinata reached over to gently swipe the pads of his fingers down Kenma’s throat, and when Kenma scrunched his neck up and let out a desperate, giggly stop, both boyfriends halted their tickling.

Kuroo once again picked Kenma up and into his lap, chuckling to himself when Kenma initially flinched with a giggle, and held him close. “Did you have fun, Ken?”

A pause. “Yeah. I did.” And it was true. He understood why Hinata liked it when Kuroo tossed him around; feeling the strong arms of someone you trust wrap around you and toss you this way and that was fun, and Kenma didn’t mind that it made him giggle his head off. It felt nice, being in Kuroo’s careful embrace like that.

“So... we can play with you, too?” Hinata asked hopefully.

“Okay,” Kenma whispered, blushing slightly once more. “But no tickling!”

Hinata and Kuroo couldn’t help but smile at their sweet little boyfriend.

After a few moments of silence, Kenma spoke up. “I don’t think Hinata was done wanting you to play with him, Kuroo.”

Hinata let out an indignant squawk when Kuroo turned to him with a devious smirk. “I think you’re right. Would you like to help, Ken?”

“Uh huh.”

Kuroo let go of Kenma and grabbed Hinata by the waist, laughing evilly to make Hinata squeal again. He lifted the younger boy until he was almost upside down before letting him bounce onto the mattress, and before Hinata could wrestle back Kuroo held his arms and yelled, in an echo of Hinata’s command earlier, “get him, Kenma!”

“W-wait!” Hinata tittered nervously, eyeing Kenma’s hands that were hovering above his ribs, “I thought you said no tickling! Kenma, you said that!”

A small smile. “I changed my mind.” This was fun.

And laughter rang out into the room once again.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the Hu Tao and Chongyun storyquests the past days. Both deal with the afterlife (well the border between life and death so far) and ghosts. We know both are canon in Genshin, they exist for this world. Now what I’ve been thinking a lot about is … how much angst can I write with that in mind? I always see a lot of these how the characters would react to your death but… yeah, have fun with this. Or not.

The ghost of you

Prompt: You died and the characters are faced with the literal ghost of you.

Genre: Angst, Hurt, no comfort (especially for Xiao)

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao,

Format: text

Word count: 1714

This is not proof-read or anything, I just wanted to get that idea out of my head. I also really want to write this idea out for other characters, so maybe I'll share a part 2 in the future. and yes the title might be a mcr reference and i might have two other fics in my drafts named after mcr songsi had a rough week okay

Zhongli:

He loved you. With all his heart, with every fibre of his being, he loved you so much. Zhongli always knew that his decision to live a life among mortals would cost a price, but in his mind, it was paid with his Gnosis all those years ago. It was not until the first of his mortal friends started to die that Zhongli was reminded of how fragile humans were. Of course, he was aware to a certain degree that he would outlive his friends and even you, he just never considered how quickly a human life was lived. You both had spent an entire life together, and while Zhonglis body did not biologically age, he is able to change his form to his liking - so when you grew old and grey so did he. Most people in Liyue would see the two of take your stroll around the city, holding hands and they were enamoured by the way you still looked at each other, just like a newlywed couple. But you grew older each day until one day, on one of your walks through the city, your collapsed. Zhongli was quick to catch you and the people around rushed towards the two, helping Zhongli getting you to a doctor. However, what was a doctor to do, than to tell Zhongli that your body is giving up? The doctor nor Zhongli can do anything against the flow of time, though Zhongli wished he could. He was not ready to let you go, he was not ready for you to onyl life in his memories until the erosion of the earth will erease you from them.

You layed in the hospital bed, Zhongli right next to you never letting go of your hand, when you took your last breath. He sat next to you for a while, not saying a word, tears running down his face until he heard your voice.

"It's okay," there you stood on the other side of the bed, your dead body between the two of you. In all the years Zhongli lived he had seen more than a few ghosts and he was aware of the human afterlife - though seeing your ghost wasn't something he anticipated. "You're dead", Zhongli said quietly, tears still spilling from his eyes. "I know, love. I know. And I wish I could've stayed with you just a bit longer, I really do. But it's time. You gave me such a wonderful life; we spend so many years together and I am so thankful for it Zhongli. For all the stories you told me, for all the sleepless nights we spend together, for all the memories we made. I loved it. I love you." Zhongli still hadn't let go of your hand, still afraid of letting you go, even though the mind he loved was standing so close to him. "Love," he started, his voice heavy with grief. "I have so many more stories to tell you. Will you stay, just for a while longer?"

At that you had to laugh a bit and oh, how much he already missed your laugh. He just heard it a few hours ago, when you were still alive, but hearing it now just felt so painful. "Zhongli, even 10 lifetimes wouldn't be enough to be able to listen to all of your stories. But I'm so sorry to disappoint you, you know I can't stay."

He knew this just too well. Not only as someone who worked for decades as a consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor in Liyue, but also as the former Geo-Archon he knew it was better for you to go. It pained him that he could never follow you into the afterlife that was awaiting you, even Zhongli didn't know what awaits you behind the border between life and death. "Then," Zhongli began, standing up and letting go of your cold hand, "let me accompany you."

Xiao:

Continuation for the Xiao one

Xiao refused to go even near the place you died for decades. The day he lost you was still so fresh in his memories, it pained him even more than his karmic debt to think about it. He always told you, when you were still by his side, that when you were in trouble, in danger, to always call his name. You did. You always did and he would be by your side, protecting you from what would’ve harmed you. The only time you refused to call his name in time was the day you died, and all Xiao could do was blame himself. You were visiting at the Inn earlier that day, standing next to him on the balcony talking about something he doesn’t even remember. What he remembers how happy you were, how enthusiastic you talked about it, whatever it was. Somehow though the conversation shifted, and you both ended up fighting – the reason for it was so stupid and it was all his fault. He was just in a bad mood that day and not even your warm presence were able to change it, so he let it out on you. Trying to push you away, again. Xiao cursed himself for how often he did that, how often he would hide how much he loved you, how much he cared for you, behind a mean exterior that only caused you pain. You knew what he was doing and that day, you just had enough. “Stop trying to push me away, Xiao!”, you shouted at him, tears already filling your eyes. You tried to reach for him, but he pulled away. Keeping you at a distance, again. “And you just stop talking, it’s exhausting to hear your voice.” Xiao already hated himself immediately after he said it, but looking back now, knowing what his words caused… it drove him close to madness. “Fine,” you replied, and he could her how much his words hurt you, “then you’ll never hear it again.” With that you left him. He tried to distract himself from the guilt he felt after your fight with his work, slashing through the enemies, spoiling the earth of Liyue with more blood. For nearly a month he didn’t hear you call him, and he was too scared to seek you out. Scared that you wouldn’t want to see him, scared that he ruined it all. When you finally called for him, when he finally heard you say his name – he hoped it was a chance for him to make it up to you. Xiao was not prepared to find your lifeless body, realising that you called his name with your very last breath. It send him into a blind rage, killing the enemies around him that were the cause for your death. When there was nothing left to kill he collapsed next to your corpse, tears spilling from his eyes, chanting your name over and over like a prayer. Asking himself why you hadn’t called him sooner to only remember what he said weeks prior. It was his fault. He couldn’t help it but to blame himself for your death. If he hadn’t said those words, if he hadn’t continuously tried to push you away… you were right. Xiao will never hear your voice again.

He avoided to go even near the place you died. If he hadn’t done that, if he had visited at least once, he would’ve seen your ghost, wandering aimlessly around. At first you were just confused, what had just happened? The last thing you remembered is that you called for Xiao and now? Now you stood in the middle of a forest, no Xiao in sight but also the enemies who cornered you just now were also gone. For how long you wandered around, confused and not sure what had happened you didn’t know. It scared you. You screamed his name, over and over again but you couldn’t hear your own voice. You just couldn’t make a sound.

He didn’t mean to come across that place again. Xiao learned to live with the guilt and grief he felt, just as he had to learn to live with his karmic debt. Still, it hurts more than he likes to admit. So when he stumbled upon the place he lost you all those years ago, he asked himself how he ended up here again. Something was telling him he should come here, but he tried to ignore that voice, that calling. But when he saw your ghostly figure between the trees of the forest, it used to be a plain field when you had died, he froze. Was it really you? “(Y/N)?”, he called out to you. Oh, how long he hadn’t said your name. It felt foreign, but also so familiar at the same time. But you didn’t hear nor see him, you were too lost after years of roaming the fields that grew to a forest – not being able to understand that time passed, that you were dead. Xiao came closer to your ghost and saw how you screamed something, over and over. His name. It was his name. “(Y/N) it’s me, I’m here. Please, I’m here, it’s okay”, his voice was strained and when your face met his – Xiao noticed how you didn’t look at him. You looked right through him, he noticed now how he couldn’t reach you with his words nor his presences. He tried to grab you, but his hand only touched the air. If he could at least hear you call his name. Xiao felt how his tears ran down his face, his heart shattering again in thousand pieces. Why hadn’t he noticed it earlier how you roamed the earth, lost and scared. He saw it in your face. Why didn’t he come here earlier? It pained him to know that you hadn’t found your peace. Xiao went down on his knees, face buried in his hands. The last time he felt so helpless was when he found your dead body, unable to help you. And now? Now it happened again, he had no idea what he could do to help you, to make you see him. From that day on Xiao spend most of his time watching over your ghost, hoping that one day he’ll hear you call out to him again.

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What if reader was really obsessed with Senpai, [like they played his game everyday whenever they can, literally memorizing all the choices and reactions, all that jazz] And they found a way into the game?? Basically yan!reader x Senpai

Also idk if these are taken but could i please be 🥀 or 💐 anon?? Tyssm!!

You can most definitely have those Anons! Either one you want since they're both open! Also omg??? I absolutely love this consept!! Thanks so much for requesting it! Remember to stay safe and take care of yourself!

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You hummed, gently tracing a finger across your television screen as the familiar menu music played oh-so beautifully. It was truly the peak of music in your eyes, not that it had any right to be anything but however. What would you do if the game that inhabited your beloved soulmate was anything but remarkable? It would be nothing short of blasphemy, that was to be for certain.

Under any other circumstance, you'd be turning this game on simply to see the man that made your entire universe go round. To just talk to him, read those dialogue screens with the same amount of interest you had before you memorized everything the absolute angel had to say, to just be in his presence for as long as you could. Every second you spent around him made your world feel a little bit purer, he made everything feel like it was going to be okay.

Today, however, marked the day that you would be the one giving to him, instead of just he giving everything he could to you. It broke your heart that you couldn't do anything to repay Senpai for his kindness, almost as much as it broke your heart when you forced yourself to obtain a negative game ending for curiosities sake. Your body fell under a deep, agonizing sickness every time you even pondered about whether or not Senpai realize how truly adored he was. That is why you did everything in your power to make sure you could show your love to him.

You went through every library in your area and even beyond that reading various literature pieces regarding dimensional travel, as you assumed that is what it would take to finally be with him physically in his very world. By the time a few days passed, you considered yourself a master of the subject.

Your once clean desk was now cluttered and messy as you went over a final draft for your plans. It was simple, really, to simple. It was quite inconvenient that you only had to rely on books that were written before video games were even established on the consumer market, but it would have to do. Search engines were deemed unreliable from the minute you began doing your research on them - believing that you were intending to enter the video game industry rather than physically entering the universe of a certain title.

Eventually, you stood in front of Senpai with grand confidence, and with a promise to fufil. Soon, you'd be within his physical reach. He was smiling at you, saying words of such love and adoration, as if he was breaking through the bounds of the games script just to praise you for your hard work. Within the next hour, you'd have paid your debt to your beloved. His hard work and determination to make this relationship work would finally be appreciated by his one true love.

Giving the pixelated figure a gentle kiss, you laid back on the floor and relaxed your entire body, thinking solely of who you were trying to meet and exactly what you wanted to accomplish. You remembered reading in one of your covered books that the main method of dimensional travel was complete detachment from your physical self in this reality. Of course, your fears of not being able to meet Sen were immediately eased, considering you felt you have long mastered the art of depersonalization.

Soon, you felt yourself grow tired. Maybe that was a sign everything was falling in to place, or maybe it was just your lack of proper sleep catching up to you the moment it saw the opportunity. You hoped the second reason wasn't the case, and you quickly focused your thoughts back onto your goals as everything faded into a calming black.

You truly had no way of knowing how long you were out for, but what you did know was that the climate felt noticably different from your room. The air felt pure, clean and just the perfect amount of coldness to make breathing a genuinely enjoyable necessity. As soon as your eyes opened, you were met with a figure standing closely in front of your face. Upon waking up just for a few more seconds, your eyes quickly widened and your heart began to pound in an extremely fast paced rythem. It was him. It was your cherished, beloved Senpai.

"Ah, there you are!" He sighed in relif, gently patting your head as he gave you a reassuring smile. "I thought you'd never wake up, I was so worried!"

"Sen-Senpai?!" You immediately sat up, prompting him to give you a soft laugh as he sat you back down into a more relaxed position. He hummed and nodded his head, looking at you with a look of such elegant care that it made your heart completely swell.

"I appreciate you being so happy to see me dear, but I can't have you moving too much after you just woke up. It must have been a nasty fall for you to be out for so long..." He gave you a slight pout, and you stared at him for a moment whist blinking.

For some reason, he didn't seem as...happy to see you as you would have expected. You wanted to feel a form of disappointment, but everything had its reason, and you had to ask Senpai before making assumptions.

"Sen...do you know who I am?"

You asked, and all he did was tilt his head. "Well, no, I assumed you were a new student at first..." He gave a nervous giggle, before rubbing the back of his neck. "Have we...met before...?"

Your heart sunk. He didn't...he didn't remember you? No, that couldn't have been the case. The love the two of you felt was too strong for him to just forget. Maybe something needed to just jog his memory.

"M-my name is (Y/N), I told you my name was (N/N), we spent entire days together, I got all of your games endings, we've been through so much together Sen! Please, try and remember!" The desperation in your voice was as clear as day, and even Senpai felt it. He looked down for a moment, trying to throw your name through every inch of his mind. Until, he hit a mark.

All those times he spent with you, the good, the bad, everything you gave to him and everything you did for him. It was you! His player, his (Y/N)! Suddenly, you saw his eyes brighten and tears prick his pretty blue eyes. Letting out a choked gasp of pure bliss, he threw himself into your arms and pressed his forehead lovingly against yours. Of course, you immediately wrapped your arms around his perfect form, peppering him with as many kisses as you could manage and moving your arms up to be able to run your fingers through his hair. It was just as soft as his game sprites made it look. Absolutely perfection. You knew you had no reason to worry, you just needed to jog Senpai's memory a bit. After all, how could he forget the love of his life?

"I-I can't believe I'm finally able to meet you, (Y/N)..." He said, his normally perfectly silky voice trembling with euphoria. "Please...never leave me..." A soft sniffle could be heard as he nuzzled his head into you and completely laid himself onto you, and you promptly gripped him as tightly as you could without bringing him harm.

"Don't you worry, Senpai..."

You said, leaning back slightly to be able to look him in his pretty eyes. You made him a promise from the moment you saw him, and you could never even think of letting a person as pure and perfect as Senpai down.

"I'll be by your side forever." Kissing him gently on the top of his head, you smiled and rested your cheek upon it. "I wouldn't dare let anything tear us apart."