#my draft is very much built around me fleshing it out later with thumbnails so I try to focus more on emotion and visuals...haha

[holycorrupt]

Word find Tag

Ohh this seems pretty fun actually thanks for tagging me @skyderman

I tag anyone who wants to do this! (I don't know who to tag sorry lol ^^;) My words are: quiet, contact, think, & rise

Next persons words are: afraid, fresh, spring, & calm I'll pull the words from Mte's 'Timeline'/First Draft :^ 0

Quiet

“Ah my old eyes can’t read such fine print anymore...it's only giving me a headache.” She sighs dramatically, but beams and says that Francis would probably enjoy it, she knows the story off by heart anyways. Francis is quiet for a moment as the book is passed into his hands. He inspects the well loved cover, spying all the uncreased and forgotten dog ears and warped yellow pages as he flips through it. 

“I could...read it out loud if you’d like….”

Contact

Growing on the dead decaying forest around them thin stalked and button capped mushrooms grow. They are absolutely everywhere the further they go in, and emit a soft neon blue light. Francis ahead of him is gracefully avoiding the mushrooms, and Sam attempts to do the same, but he's not known for being the most delicate and graceful guy. Even the smallest brush against the small mushrooms releases glittering spores into the dark surroundings catching the light and twinkling softly. Sam thought it was a beautiful sight even if he was terrified for his life right now. Remembering he shouldn’t be getting distracted he followed Francis silently. Francis pauses to look back at Sam, their eyes making contact and for some reason Sam’s heart races even if it's only Francis pointing to the side they should be going.

Think

In their time spent together he's only seen Francis have a nightmare once before in the forest but it passed quickly. This one however was a lot stronger, Francis thrown into a fit and snarling like a beast baring fangs and claws. Suddenly he starts clawing at himself and Sam is moving before he can even think. He restrains Francis' hand with much struggle, attempting to shake the other awake and frantically calling to him to come to his senses and wake up.

Rise

Francis says he can barely make out the sound above him of Father giving some sort of speech, and a thunderous roar of applause. Then suddenly the platform that Francis is standing on starts to rise. Once he reaches the top, bright lights overwhelm him, many flashing cameras and the white glow of stage lights making it hard for him to see. Thousands of people are before him, for his entire life he has never seen the faces of this many humans...the only others being the other blessed children and Johan’s. He’s disoriented, his breathing too loud in his own ears, sensitive eyes burning. His first presence in front of the people being that of fear swimming beneath his skin.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

all my tubes and wires and careful notes

Fandom: Kamen Rider Ghost

Characters: Tsukimura Akari, Alia

Song: "She Blinded Me With Science," Thomas Dolby (playlist here)

Note: Thank you to @si-siw for letting me borrow your headcanon and infecting me with this ship! I hope you enjoy the story!

The skies of the Ganma World may be clear, but the ground remains in a state, and so Akari and Igor have been working non-stop for nearly five hours when they hear a quiet, polite cough and look up to see Alia standing in the laboratory doorway. When she has their attention, she says, softly, “Are you on the verge of any particular scientific breakthroughs?”

Igor seems poised to launch into an extended explanation of what they’ve been working on, but Akari cuts him off with, “Not really. Decent progress, but nothing big yet.”

“I see. Thank you.” Then, directly to Igor, “In that case, I will need to borrow Miss Akari for a short period. You should use this time to have a meal, you’ve been working for some time.”

Blinking, Akari makes sure all of her notes are in order and then follows Alia out of the room and down the hall. “What did you need me for?”

She can see the curl of Alia’s tiny smile just from the way it changes her profile, before her mouth has even really moved. “I wanted company for lunch. And,” slightly more quietly, “I thought you might like some time out of Igor’s company.”

“I—yeah, I really do, thank you. He’s not a bad research partner, he’s just…” Akari gestures vaguely as she hunts for the right words and then settles on the diplomatic, “high energy. Plus at some point I’m going to have to explain the whole ‘I’m a lesbian’ thing and I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Is he very persistent?”

“No, you know, he really isn’t, but it’s still a conversation that we’ll need to have.” They turn a corner, go through a doorway, and are unexpectedly in a small sitting room, mostly plainly decorated, although one wall holds a painting that Akari blinks at. “Wait, did Cubi paint that?”

The tiny curl of a smile comes back. “He did. It makes the room brighter. Please, sit.”

Lunch is already served, the small table set with tea and sandwiches, and when Akari sees them her stomach growls, and she blushes. “Excuse me, I guess I am hungry.”

“Then sit down, please, and eat.”

Something seems odd as they sit down to eat, but Akari’s so hungry that she doesn’t bother working out what it is at first, in favor of wolfing down sandwiches as she gives Alia a progress report on the soil research. It’s nothing to do with the food, at least. Not the tea either, although the blend is unfamiliar. Certainly it isn’t Alia’s manner, she’s listening and asking thoughtful questions as always.

It’s—

“I love your manicure,” she’s saying, “sometimes I wish I could do fun stuff with my nails, but I do so much with my—I’m sorry.” She lowers her cup, blinking. “I just realized I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hands before.”

Alia looks down at her own hands, wrapped primly around her teacup. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t have.”

“I, if this is rude to ask then stop me, but do you hide them on ohh.” Akari trails off mid-sentence as a pattern of vividly pink circuitry pulses from Alia’s wrists to her manicured fingertips. “Oh, that’s beautiful.”

There’s a moment of silence as Alia stares at her in faint but obvious surprise. “Do you think so?” She lifts one hand from her cup and turns it in the air, as if she’s seeing it for the first time herself. “They’re prosthetic. My real hands were badly injured in one of the early trials of Eyecon technology. These are lifelike, but as you can see, they aren’t a perfect counterfeit.” The circuit pattern pulses down them again as she holds her hand out to Akari, a stylized eye appearing for a moment in the center of her palm. “My father preferred to address the issue as he addressed many others in his later life, by ignoring it, and so I became accustomed to keeping my hands concealed. In my Eyecon form they were whole, of course, but old habits are hard to break.”

Akari stares at Alia’s extended hand in shock and fascination. “I…wow, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up a painful subject.”

“It’s all right. It was more than a hundred years ago at this point.”

“Oh, yeah, I suppose it…wait, if your hands are prosthetic then how did you manage the manicure? Are they acrylic?”

“They’re magnetic.” Suddenly smiling, Alia sets down her teacup and removes one of her pointed, painted thumbnails, revealing dull metal beneath, and then puts it back on. “Alain had several sets made for me as a gift shortly after we all returned to inhabiting our original flesh.”

“That was thoughtful of him.”

“He’s always been a thoughtful boy.”

Akari takes a sip of tea, amused by the reminder that of course Alain’s sister still thinks of him as a boy, and the meal continues in companionable silence for a few minutes until she realizes something else. “You were involved in the original Eyecon trials?”

Another one of those tiny curls of smile. “Of course. I was Edith’s research assistant for many years.”

“You were? Why didn’t he ever—of course he never mentioned, why would he give someone else credit. What parts of the project did you work on?”

“Oh, most of them, I’m primarily an engineer but I’ve dabbled in a number of scientific disciplines. And I do some design as well. Would you like to see my workshop?”

“I would love to.”

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The first thing Akari sees are the notebooks. The heavy bookcase in Alia’s lab does hold some academic texts, but more than half of it is packed with enormous ledgers bound in dark leather, so many that she’s shocked the shelves don’t groan under their weight. Two more lie open on an enormous rolltop desk, their unlined pages filled with with notes and sketches in a tiny, precise hand. On the walls hang several large, heavy parchment sheets, on which are hand-drawn diagrams of machinery, hibernation capsules, an exploded Eyecon, and—

“Is that…Alain’s suit?”

“Yes.” Alia reaches up and trails a fond hand down the edge of the diagram, which is labeled Necrom—for Adel? Alain. “I designed it.”

“Oh.”

“And here is Makoto’s.” The next diagram, Makoto’s name written at the top in ink much less faded than the rest. “And the next one is an early draft of what eventually became Takeru’s, although Edith did some further work with it that he didn’t inform me about. He designed and built the transformation devices, but the suits are my work.”

“Oh, I…” Akari stares up at the diagrammed suits, the close-up sketches of tiny components, more of Alia’s perfect handwriting in notes that she can only partially read. Some are in Japanese, but others are in Latin, and more are in a language that she doesn’t recognize. There are more diagrams, too, rolled up in a wooden bin, each one neatly labeled. Specter 1.0, Necrom (Alternates), Wraith, Manes and Lemures, Eyecon (Prototype), Hands. And the tables—once she can tear her eyes away from the wall she sees that there’s a blank Eyecon disassembled on one table, and on another is an Ulorder with a panel open lying on top of yet another diagram, this one in different handwriting and weighed down at the corners with books. “This is the most beautiful room I’ve ever been in.”

“I am very glad that you think so.”

“I, I just.” A bit of futile gesturing as Akari struggles for words, and then, “Look, can I. Can I buy you dinner?”

Alia…blinks. “Pardon me?”

“I would, um, love to take you to dinner sometime, so we can. Talk. More. Because I really like talking to you. And, and maybe a concert or a movie or something, or there’s a History of Engineering exhibit at a museum near the temple, I know you haven’t gotten to visit the human world much and I could…show you around.”

There’s a long moment where Alia’s just staring at her and Akari considers the very serious possibility that she just messed up big time.

“I,” she starts again, “that is, if you want—”

“I would enjoy that.” Alia takes one of Akari’s hands in both of hers. Akari can feel how cool they are, the odd smoothness of the skin as pink circuits pulse down them, and normally she’d want to know more about that but right now there’s so much other stuff happening even if really it’s only one other thing. “A concert, if you know of one coming up, I think I get enough of engineering in the normal course of my day that maybe the museum might be better saved for a second visit.”

Akari’s ears are ringing. “There’s, um, a performance from a popular violinist coming up next Thursday night? Takeru gave me two tickets, he knows the performer…somehow…”

The curl of smile, small and warm and directly entirely at her. “I enjoy violin music. And we can discuss our work over dinner.”

If she nods any harder she’s going to get dizzy. “That. That sounds wonderful. I’ll, uh, I’ll pick you up at five!”

[heavenofficialsbl]

M, N and P for the asks!

I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to respond to D: I’ve been so occupied with work and I finally have a moment off to actually put some thought into my response

Okay

M- Name a character you’d like to have for a friend

Mmmm Probably either Xie Lian or Ling Wen. Xie Lian because I feel he is someone who is very easy going and very easy to get along with. I’m quite and introvert and I find it more appealing and beneficial to spend time with people that I can have meaningful conversations with, or even just have quiet bonding time, like XL and HC often do: just enjoy each others company without having to constantly talk talk talk. I choose Ling Wen as well because I love learning new things and shes so dang smart. When we are first getting to know her, back when XL was dealing with the whole bridesmaid fiasco, Ling Wen seemed to be very helpful even when she didn’t need to be, such as assigning Nan Feng and Fu Yao to help XL or giving him any information that he needed. 

So basically XL because I feel it would be an easy, happy friendship, and Ling Wen because she is smart and kind

N- Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

This one… I think is difficult for me to answer haha. I don’t think I can come up with three. I’ll give you the two I can think of right now. All fandoms are different and its both easy and hard to compare them and judge them. Lets see.. One thing I’d like to see more in the TGCF/MXTX fandom is probably just more people. There are a good number of us here online, but I have had a hard time finding people locally that are into the novels (i.e. in my Chinese class or at cons). I’m going to Emerald City Comic Con this coming weekend and I’m really hoping to see if there will be any more MXTX/Xianxia representation. The second thing I would like to see is the continuation of our good-natured fandom. Since there aren’t a ton of people in the MXTX fandom, like there are in the Voltron fandom or the Naruto fandom, we don’t see as much bockering or fighting. Actually.. The only negative thing I’ve heard as a result of the fandom was back in the fall when rumors were being spread in China and a woman attempted suicide after being bullied. Aside from that, which I think was proved to be a lie(?), I haven’t heard of any other hate in the community.

So while I would like to see more people in the fandom, I would also like to see it stay a happy, accepting family

P- Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Well I’m absolutely shit when it comes to inventing AUs so you’ll just have to deal with it

So I’m thinking of an 1800′s AU in which Xie Lian works as a curator at a National Art Museum

• The museum is owned by, of course, Jun Wu. The museum was built by his great grandfather and has been passed down through the family. While hes a kind man, he doesn’t tolerate any funny business when it comes to the artwork 

• The other Officials also work as either curators of exhibit guides at the museum.

• Xie Lian was born to an aristocratic family, brought up to be a handsome adn well educated young man. He visited the museum as a child and fell in love with the artwork. He met Jun Wu who recognized the potential the boy had. Jun Wu began to tutor Xie Lian and when Xie Lian turned 15, he began to volunteer at the museum 

• He begged his parents to let him attend art school, and when he was 17 they shipped him off overseas to some ritzy art academy and became an oil painter, soon gaining national recognition

• While overseas, he would often go to a meadow near the town so he could paint the scenery there. One day he noticed a carved fox skull near the rock he always set up his station on

• From then on he would occasionally find odd baubles and oddities made of dried wood, animal bone, animal pelts, or butterfly wings. At first he was quite appalled by the macabre offerings, but he soon realized the effort that had clearly gone into making them

• He would then start leaving some of his sketches and thumbnails, sometimes a watercolor study or sometimes a collage made of dried flower petals for the strange little artist to find

• He would one day leave a note to the little stranger telling him that he was nearly done at school and would be returning home soon. He told the stranger that they had great potential to be a wonderful artist and that they should not let their creativity go unused

• The last thing he received from the stranger was a bright, reddish orange crystal that, as it seemed, looked to have been carved in the shape of a butterfly…

• 10 years later, now working as a curator for That One Art Museum I Mentioned Earlier, Xie Lian was on the hunt for fresh ideas for a new exhibit. Jun Wu, being very confident in Xie Lians skills and judgement, gave him free reign to choose the topic. 

• As Xie Lian was walking through the city, he remembered that One Boy from so long ago, and how his oddly revolting, oddly beautiful work had enraptured him so. He went and bought a ticket to sail back to That Foreign Country right away

• He was very happy to be back in That Foreign Country and very lucky to have his old school help him with lodgings (being an honor student with a great social standing doesn’t hurt) He went back to the meadow and was disappointed but not surprised that he didn’t find a gift waiting for him. 

• “It’s been 10 years. I don’t know anything about that person. It may have been an old man woman that has already passed away” was a very logical thing to think. He started to stroll though the town, not really paying attention, just letting his feet lead him

• When he smelled rotting flesh, he looked up to see fantastic old manor that looked to have a shop in front. The smell not getting to him, he IS an oil painter after all, he of course walked up the stepped and into the strangest room he had ever been in

• It was a curio shop, filled with taxidermy animals big and small, an entire wall of shelves filled with crystals and rocks, masks of all origins covered the walls, overgrown plants that created a small forest, humidity at least three times that of the outside, and the smell, OH the smell!

• The one thing that most captured his interest, though, were the vast assortments of pinned insects. Reds, greens, gold, and silvers dazzled him, and he found himself rather entranced with the little beasties

• So entranced, that he didn’t notice the figure approaching from behind. A soft breath, a hand on his shoulder, a sudden gasp and a shuffle of feet, and he was face to face with the tallest (okay, aside from Jun Wu) man he had ever met, and most definitely the most handsome. 

• Looking back at the butterflies, around at the shop, and then to the silver filigree butterfly pendant around the mans neck, he wasn’t sure what to say. So, he decided to be blunt. The man seemed to anticipate his words, and leaned in a bit… Almost to be smacked but Xie Lians hand as it whipped up from out of his pocket, brandishing the carved crystal from years ago…. “Uhm hi, Sir, yes, judging by you being the only one in here and by your odd attire and the faint smell of seared flesh wafting off you I can assume this place is yours and you seem to own a lot of rocks and a lot of butterflies so can you tell me please does this crystal naturally grow in this shape?”

• The man freezes for a moment and begins to laugh, a deep, hearty laugh, and Xie Lian is absolutely just realizing he’s gay left clueless

Okay I’m stopping this here because it turned from an AU idea into pretty much a rough draft of a fanfic xD

So sorry lol 

I’ll stop now

Thanks for the ask!