#my life...my life is getting refilled with ygo

[silver-kitsuneneko]

Alrighty! I'm going all out on this one soo be prepared for a long haul since my curiosity MUST be quenched: 1, 3, 4-6, 11, aaand 13-16 for the writing ask thing, please

OOOH! Awesome!!! Okay! [rolls up sleeves!] Here we go!

1.     What's something you've written that you know is OOC and you just don't care? Omg…I thought my dark secret would never be heard. Me and Incubirb wrote a fanfic together in high school called Dealing with Chibis. It’s a YGO fanfic. We had fun and it’s still posted on FF.net but the yamis are OOC. VERY OOC. Do we care? Nah, it was something we wrote when we were younger and it’s a reminder of the good ol’ days and annnnnnnnd how we improved n,n Yes it’s cringe but it’s OUR  cringe damn it!

 2.    Something you hate to see in smut. No build up! Okay, I’m all for PWP because sometimes you just want to read smut without having to read a story behind it but please at least give the audience some foreplay. Also and I used to do this, don’t say womanhood an manhood, just say cock, clit, vagina, and things like that. Because well…sex is an experience, or I’ve been told, but it’s also dirty and passionate so using the terms can make it a little better or I can just be a huge perv. I’m probably the latter. Finally, weird ass things that would be near impossible during sex. Shampoo is NOT lube, ripping out a woman’s tampon and flinging it behind you is not sexy, sex in the shower/ on the beach/ is not romantic and I’m assuming harder than it looks.  Or something that is outright gross that is supposed to be romantic >< I’ve read of questionable shit and I just had to pretend I never read it. Just…but logical about it, please!

 3.    Something you love to see in smut. I personally like non con…hear me out. It’s a fantasy, it’s a good plot device, and it’s just so dark. I also like a weird powerplay and pet play because…well no one needs to know that ^^: (stay tuned One Piece fans). I also like good chemistry with the characters, like the more experience boy or girl with another girl and descriptions. Like don’t just say “and they totally did it!” yeah no, describe the act and the senses.

 4.    Something you hate to see in dialogue. Using net speak in writing. Not making a conversation believable and writing an “accent” in someone’s speech. Once again, I was guilty of this years ago, minus the net speak. The writing accent thing can be good in some cases but horrible overall. Like in HP, JK Rowling writing the way Hagrid talked. I’ll admit, it did kind of get you into the mood that Hagrid had an accent but when she did it with the French accent and Bulgarian one, it just became really…distracting. Have your readers imagine it instead of having to read/listen to an accent. Just say that they had a strong accent or if they do speak in broken English in order to emphasize a plot, by all means! Once again one of my fave authors did this well. In one of her stories, the characters were aliens who spoke Russian, this woman had RUSSIAN in the book so the reader was just as clueless as the characters in the story. Same story and one of the characters had a thick Polish accent made it difficult for him to make friends, so she emphasized it when him and is stepbrother switched bodies and he realized that one of the things his new brother had to face.

 5.    What "don't ever do this" writing rule are you guilty of constantly breaking? I know I break a lot! Hell, there’s run on sentences and things like that everywhere XD But apparently the ,” that a dear sweet nitpicker brought to my attention. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not like “OMG HOW DARE SHE!” it’s more of, she was just doing it to be an ass? Like really trying to find something wrong with a story? Anyway, that. I don’t know why I do it. I think it’s a habit that I have to break but I didn’t know it was a habit? Like some writing rules says its okay. Some say it’s bad, some people don’t even notice it. But that’s just how I’ve always write. No one else seems to care so I just kept doing it.

 6.    What do you need to work on most? Rereading my work! I don’t get offended when my readers point things out! Like I welcome it because sometimes I’m concentrating on writing that I don’t see the mistakes or rapid typing that I forget to go back. Like I write in layers. I write the beginning, scenes in the middle, the end, refill things, connect things, and polish things before posting but even I overlook things. I don’t have a proofreader so I’m grateful for the extra pairs of eyes XD Seriously I don’t get offended in the least!  

 7.    What aspect of writing have you had the most growth in? Character development! Seriously! It takes time and a lot of work to write a good character! My first real fanfic characters were OCs and one dimensional at most. Then again it was middle school and high school and emotions were high, things weren’t the best but still, they were my characters. They stuck with me in college and it gave me more than enough time to revamp them into proper characters. Also during that time I was working on a coping mechanism writing/story and learned how to really flesh out a character and giving them a back story on how they came to be instead of “this character was just born AWESOME!”

 8.    We all project onto our characters. Where has your personality or life choices leaked onto the page the most? Well, with me and not so much in my One Piece fanfics but Hetalia, my issues with my family, especially my mother/ grandmother. Because of my family situation, I never really had a safe place to express myself freely and when I did it was always taken away. I was around a lot of adults who were affected by my grandmother’s own issues which resulted in immature adults with issues of their own where I had to always be the “adult” or the “bigger person” one to someone who was twice as old as I was when I was a preteen/teenager and they were full grown ass adults. Which sucked since being a mature kid really gives more problems and doing things just to please a family who wouldn’t care less but I did have a Dad who really took the time to really understand me which was nice. So a lot of my Reader-chans have either unavailable parents, awesome parents, or raised by people who aren’t parents but the best parents they could ever have because in my opinion, sometimes the best people who actually care isn’t your family and if these people accept you, treat you with respect and genuinely care about your well being then they are your family.  

9.    What's the most ridiculous thing you've done to put off actually writing? Hmmmm Well I’ve always found time to write but usually now with the pandemic, it’s mainly “I have to clean!” which is partly true but malaise DX Well For one fandom at least. Not to mention I’m adding in a lot of filler so I can send a ton of sad fanfics without feel guilty XD

[badlydrawngangdads]

Soooooo

I think I’d like to come back to this blog, but I want to address some personal stuff, if you guys are interested in seeing me come back. This will be long, so read under the cut if you’re genuinely interested in my personal life stuff and all of that. (It’s mostly just a ramble with a couple of vague descriptions of my mental health and coping with depression and some honest reasons why I wound up taking my haitus.)

So, there are two main reasons for why I sort of dropped this blog, and it wasn’t really intentional, to be honest. In one part, I just finished the last two years of school, and with the long wait for the confirmation of part 5, I started to hyperfocus on other things, though I still really do like part 5 and jojo. I enjoyed shitposting on this blog and making people laugh, and its something I’ve always wanted to do.

But, unfortunately, I don’t have as much time as I did before in my sophomore year, and with working overtime to get my business and clientele built for my personal work, I don’t think I’ll be at a point where I can just post 800 things in a day and wait for the ask box to refill, if you know what I mean. Thinks will likely be a little slower, and, hopefully, higher quality. I’ve added some links too, for my other blog as well as my Kofi, though whether or not you’d like to support me in those places is entirely up to you guys, because neither of them are going to be particularly Jojo-focused. (Right now, I’m pretty fixated on YGO, to be honest, and I can see myself probably hitting kingdom hearts hell when it comes out in January, if you guys like those sorts of things!) Then, there’s something else, which is also pretty personal, though I’m sure some of you can relate. When I first started this blog, I was actually in a really bad place with my mental health, and was just starting treatment for my Anxiety and Depression. So there’s a fun thing with my medicine, where I do feel a lot better, but that period where I was transitioning onto the medication and a long period after that, I really can’t remember much of anything.

TL;DR, what I’m saying is that the side effects of my medicine have made me forget almost ALL of Vento Aureo, at least in the sense that I can’t remember the exact details of it or the real chronology, and while I go through and re-read part 5 in preparation of the anime, I don’t honestly know that my characterization for Bruno and Abbacchio will be 100% on point, and I sincerely hope you guys are willing to be patient with me while I get back to a point where I’m familiar with part 5 again. ANYWAY, now that I’m done rambling, thanks for supporting me through that Haitus, and I hope that if you’re still interested in my content you’ll stick with me.

[higuchimon]

[fanfic]  Rebirth of Kaiser:  Chapter 13

Cyber Harpie touched down on the landing field that spread out on the far side of the market town. She didn’t stay there for more than a few moments; that was part of the rules. Those who flew in had to clear off to make way for new fliers landing. Flying in the town itself was also prohibited, mostly for reasons she’d never bothered to look into.

She wasn’t bothered by that, though. She wasn’t nearly as good at walking as she was at flying, but she made her way through the area, searching for wherever she could find anyone that she knew. There had to be someone; Amazons frequented the place with many different items to sell, most of which harpies – and those who would buy from harpies – would put to good use.

The issue there was arriving at the market during one of those times when the Amazons were there. It wasn’t always as easy as she would like for it to be.

Making her way through the market reminded her of how difficult it would be to track her true targets once they arrived there. Without being able to fly, she would have to trundle along behind them in the crowds, which consisted of far more people than Cyber Harpie liked seeing in one place at the same time.

Even the platoon isn’t this big and I know she gathered up all that she could find.

But here there were hundreds of people, wandering this way and that, talking at the top of their lungs, with food vendors filling the air with scents, some of which enticed her appetite and thirst – she stopped at one such to trade a small polished stone for a wooden cup of fruit-flavored water, draining it to the dregs and having it refilled to take with her – musicians joined in with instruments and voices, while jesters of many kinds chattered and tossed balls and amused themselves and all who would stop to watch them.

Cyber Harpie stopped to finish her drink, taking several steps to the side to locate a small and quiet place to take a few breaths in while doing so. Staying here for too long set her off in ways she didn’t dare let wander free right now.

Now, who is likely to be here today? Not the furmakers, they would be too busy hunting their prey and working on the results of previous hunts. Winemakers were possible but not as likely as she would have preferred. Hunters certainly came to mind and she wouldn’t have been surprised at all to see them with haunches of meat hanging anywhere near the butchers.

There were other options as well: jewelers and smiths, weavers, spinners, and craftsfolk of every type and profession. Cyber Harpie spent her time when she wasn’t spying gathering precious items wherever they could be found. She didn’t know everything about what the cycle of making things was like.

I’ll just look around. It most certainly wouldn’t be the first time that she’d done this and she knew it would also not be her last.

She struck off towards the armorers’ area. Even if there weren’t any Amazons that she knew there, it would be fascinating to see what new items those who were there had with them. She could always use new greaves.

Cyber Harpie arrived at the market city in the mid-afternoon. As the sun began to slip towards the western horizon, she carried new greaves, metal polish, and a new file for her claws. Now she made her way towards the nearest inn that cater to one of her people. She would find Amazons in the morning; right now she wanted to eat and rest.

She’d barely crossed into the inn when an unexpected but extremely welcome voice rose in greeting.

“Where have you been hiding yourself all this time?” The person who called would have been known as Amazoness Curse Master by those who only knew her by the card and not by her name. Cyber Harpie whirled on one claw and fluttered over to her, tossing her purchases onto the empty chair.

“Xoana! What are you doing here? I didn’t think you came.”

Xoana shrugged her shoulders. “The Queen needed someone to run errands for her and I was the only one available to come here. But I don’t mind.” She tapped a heavy pouch at her waist. “I made quite a few good bargains of my own.”

Cyber Harpie settled onto the perch nearest to her old friend. “Would you be averse to making another one?” A small sparkling idea had just leaped into existence in her head, and Cyber Harpie couldn’t help but want to put it to use. She was, after all, a harpie, and snatching from other people came as second nature to her. All that made this different would be that she would use someone else’s hands to do the snatching.

Xoana tendered her a suspicious glance before waving one hand to the worker at the bar. “A glass of your best for each of us!” She declared before she turned back to Cyber Harpie. “We can discuss business tomorrow. That’s soon enough, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Cyber Harpie settled herself, looking forward to a splendid evening, hopefully followed by an even more splendid tomorrow.

Honest could feel the worry dripping off of his master. He couldn’t read Yuusuke’s mind – that wasn’t one of his gifts – but since they’d been reunited, he’d found himself far more capable of reading Yuusuke’s moods.

I wish I could read his mind. Doing so would make deciding what to do next much easier. He knew Yuusuke was on a trip with Ryou to the market town and he thought they would be all right together. If anything truly damaging came up, he would be able to get there in moments. And yet there was still that worry.

“What concerns you now, brother?” Roshan asked, one finely carved eyebrow raising upward. “You lose track of what you’re saying so easily.”

Honest tightened his fingers. “Something worries my master. And that worries me.”

“I see.” Roshan flicked one wing carelessly. “I presume there’s also been no word yet from the Herald?”

“He hasn’t been gone all that long. And he has lots of people that he checks up on.”

Roshan made a quiet noise of commiseration. “I thought of returning to the clanhome for a visit while they’re away. Would you care to return with me?” He picked up a cup and toyed with it for a few moments. “I’ll have to make arrangements for my duties to be covered here, of course. But there’s little I can do for Marufuji Ryou while he’s not here, so I had best take care of personal matters while I can.”

Honest could not say that he entirely trusted every word that came out of his brother’s mouth. He trusted Roshan – mostly – but at the same time, he knew where Roshan’s loyalty truly lay. He gave the other a very stern look.

“You’ve yet to tell me why you seek to help him in the first place. If he serves a side, it isn’t the one you serve.”

Roshan waved a hand as carelessly as he could. “I know. I couldn’t not know. But call it...” He hesitated for a fraction of a second. “Would you believe me if I said it was a whim?”

“No.”

Roshan’s lips quirked for one brief moment. “I didn’t think so.”

Honest regarded his brother, wanting an answer and not at all certain that he would get one. Roshan very seldom told anyone why he did anything. He simply did it and let others figure out his reasoning. If he’d ever said more than the most confusing of things, Honest didn’t know about it.

As the long moments stretched on into an uncomfortable silence, Roshan leaned forward. “You didn’t answer me. Do you want to return to the clanhome? I’m going, whether you are or not.” He tilted back now. “But what would you do here by yourself?”

Honest’s lips thinned in thought. So much as he disliked the thought of leaving without letting his master know, Roshan – as always – spoke the annoying and unwanted truth. He could go to Yuusuke and accompany them on their journey, but he’d long since accepted that there were times when people needed to be alone together for whatever their reasons were. Exploring the village would offer some interest, but Roshan had already shown them around, and there wasn’t much that would catch his interest on his own.

“Very well.” He would at least leave a message for Yuusuke, should he and Ryou return first. “When are you leaving?”

Roshan made a point of looking out the window. “Dawn. Do be ready, brother.”

Honest nodded. That would give him plenty of time to get matters organized. It really had been many years since he’d entered the clanhome and he looked forward to seeing some of his old friends.

He did hope that they would look forward to seeing him as well.

Chaos Hunter made her way back to the village, most of her attention returned to the proper duty of her revenge, but still the occasional flicker of thoughts lingering on Daemon Tamer.

Dark Familiar had best have some information for me soon. She didn’t believe that he would have any now. It was far too soon; at best he would have located the Kaiser and spent some time tracking him.

She took the long way around to the village, skirting some of the territory that had once been part of Haou’s realm in the long ago. She spied several moss-covered ruins, with marks of fire hidden where only the eyes of someone who knew they were there could see them.

I remember this place. Chaos Hunter smiled at the sight. She’d almost forgotten it until now. Here there had once been a glorious city, one of the few to survive Brron’s reign.

It hadn’t survived Haou’s. The city dared to stand against him, proclaiming their independence and fierceness. The defenders even repelled several of Haou’s attempts to crush them. She’d stood among the army in those days and hated having to fall back.

But Haou would not be resisted forever. He’d not attended the early battles, having something else occupying his attention in those days. She didn’t know what it was, only that it consumed him entirely.

As the war raged on, most people presumed that his attention remained absorbed either by battle in other areas or the early stages of creating Super Fusion. She’d never wasted her energy on such speculations, seeking instead ways to either bring down the city – and thus bring fame and honor to herself – or to do anything else that would accomplish said goals.

And then he was there. Without any warning. She could never forget that moment, when he’d stood facing down the city’s greatest warriors, not even having his duel disk out.

He hadn’t needed it. He’d brought down the city walls without it, and then the entire army swept in after him, raging throughout the streets, bringing fire and weapons and magic against those who defied their master.

Ah, those had indeed been the days. She couldn’t even remember how many perished in that battle. Or battles would be more accurate; it had taken nearly a week to crush every defender in the city and grind it down to little more than dust and ash. Those who survived were taken to Haou’s dungeons, and there hadn’t been many of those in the first place.

And now look at what he’s become. Chaos Hunter’s lip curled at the thought. She would avoid him still; regardless of how he chose to use that power, he still had it. She’d heard from others about the death of Guardian Baou, how he’d fallen against Haou after the boy discarded his armor and his kingdom.

And now he was a man full grown, experienced in his power, and stronger than she’d seen before. She would keep away from him, she reminded herself. Her revenge centered on Hell Kaiser, as it always had. How could anyone deny her the death of the one who slew her brother?

But as she wandered through the ruins, the faintest hint of someone watching her crept up her spine, and she hurried her steps. The sooner she returned to safety, the better she would like it.

To Be Continued

Notes: Anyone want to see the full story of the city’s defense and fall? There’s so much more Chaos Hunter doesn’t know about what happened.