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genshinology · 2 years ago

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AN INFLUENTIAL MAN’S COMPANION (OR IS IT MORE?!)

(alternatively, how they are dropping hints left and right that you are more than just a friend.)

�� PAIRINGS ; alhaitham, ayato & childe x gn!reader (separate)

— CONTENT ; oblivious!reader, may contain a spoiler from sumeru's story quest on alhaitham's, mentions of childe's real name (ajax), reader is addressed as “little bug” in childe's (please, it's just a poorly written joke, i swear).

— NOTES ; don't care what everyone says but a man that has the power and money is definitely a man that i want. wrote this on a whim so 'm sorry for the horrible writing and the lack of details in this.

☆ — ALHAITHAM

"why are you so dense?" alhaitham's question caught you off guard, considering the fact that you were so immersed with yet another history book of teyvat in the akademiya's house of daena.

his sudden question made you unknowingly gazed at him with annoyance (it wasn't your fault though, not when he actually interrupted your reading of the fourth chapter), and you quickly bookmarked the page you had last read before actually paying full attention to the scribe across you.

"dense is not really a word to describe me. i think i catch on things around me quite fast," you huffed out, exaggeratedly bumping your forehead onto the desk. a silent thud was heard afterwards, not necessarily loud enough for other people to hear, but alhaitham definitely caught on the hint you mentally saying that you were bored and the fact that he took away the only form of your entertainment by taking away the thick book from you made you squinted your eyes at him.

your eyes prying at his action. he was an unpredictable man, so you couldn't question what he did. especially when the question of, "do you know what is the context of this book?" suddenly came out from his mouth.

"uhm.. yes?" you stopped thinking too deep when alhaitham's gaze zeroed straight into you, signalling that you should be answering his question more precisely. "a book about teyvat; the seven nations, the archon war, the history, the irminsul, the heavenly principles, the fatui, the abyss—

"ah yes, sounds like classified information, isn't it?" alhaitham cut you off, showing the old cover page with a knowing look that you couldn't really decipher. "you do realise that this book comes from the restricted repository room?" alhaitham was questioning you, slightly smiled when he saw how the gears in your brains were slowly turning and you finally understood what he was trying to point out.

"wait. you are right. it makes sense now, how incomplete certain details are since the book itself covers forbidden knowledge.." you put your right palm underneath your jaw, still in disbelief at the fact that the book in his hold was a restricted material for general use to the scholars and the public.

"not really the brightest mind," he paused. "that's why i said you are, indeed, a slow-witted person," he shook his head, his own work was slowly forgotten amidst the conversation he accidentally forced you into.

"that is just saying 'stupid' in a more formal manner. i am truly offended," you sighed, noting the way alhaitham seemed taken aback at the last sentence you gave to him.

alhaitham could only put down the book in front of you. "..and i am offended as well. you don't even think that i am using my authority to give you access to this one book you have been super interested in these days, haven't you?"

he turned away after seconds of eye contact, especially when your eyes widened and you felt how your cheeks were hurting due to the shock. "you.. did this for me? not exactly the first thing i would think of, especially if it's from the scribe of the akademiya."

you smiled, way too wide and alhaitham thought he was holding his breath for a moment. "thank you, you're so kind."

'kind' wasn't what he really expected you to say, specifically when he, himself, wasn't filled with kindness and tenderness alike. the you that he knew would be instantly flustered if you ever knew the true meaning of his intention when he first directed you with those questions.

he could only laughed heartlessly at your statement, thinking that you must have never received this much attention from someone, or that you really treated him as a true friend.

"i do not do this for some mere scholars, just so you know that you are exceptional."

☆ — AYATO

"my lord," you bowed down, giving ayato the respectable approach that he deserved. "is there something you would like me to help?"

ayato was a diligent and a busy man, that was the first thing you had noticed when he first took you right under his wing. his smile specifically was something you swore would be your death one day, he was too charming for your own good.

"come here," his bright face made you ten times more nervous than ever. "also, please, drop the formalities. we are hidden from the public view."

the last sentence was way too intimate, but you decided that it must have been his figure of speech.

"yes, my lord—i mean, ayato," you slightly cringed at the way his name rolled off your tongue not-so-eloquently. something about calling him by his name, even without his family name, felt super uncivil to you.

he had done so much for you, so to hear his request of doing what you had been accustomed to was hard.

so you could only stumble forward awkwardly, hands clasping together to stop yourself from shaking a little bit too much. why did he always bring out the nervousness within you in private? did he really had these effects?

"here, sit down," ayato's calligraphy pen halted its movement, and it didn't help to calm you down when he patted the sit beside his chair.

"i'm sorry, my lord," the title accidentally slipped away nonetheless, and you decided to ignore the look in his eyes—as if he was hurting by the fact that you didn't address his name, but he possibly couldn't be that childish, it was the commissioner after all—as he quickly regained his composure. "you need my help to assort these paperworks?"

"it is fine, y/n," oh, the fact that he didn't address your first name made you knew he did feel slightly dejected.

you quickly made up your action by swiftly gliding onto the chair he already pulled out underneath his study. for a moment, you were stunned at the act of a gentleman he usually did to you. he was so kind, and you knew that you were super lucky to have him as your employer.

"i don't want you to do anything today. you can rest up until tomorrow," he said, slightly rummaging some precious items he kept in the drawer. you knew those items in there were far more important to him, especially when it also had his late father's will that was neatly preserved in the sakura-scented letter he and ayaka made a long time ago. it was honestly a cute activity for them now that you reminisced the memory.

"is there any occasion? or you will be away?" you asked him, and you could see his eyes lightened up at the way his hand reached out to yours, and you were left baffled.

his hand was warm, that was the first thing you noted. besides when you felt something smooth in your palm, you questioned the foreign thing in your hand.

it was a necklace, with a lighter hue of blue as its pendant. your intrusive thought won you over as you saw how the pendant resembled ayato's hydro vision to an extent. it was ethereal, at least in your eyes.

by the feel of it, you already knew this necklace's worth had already exceeded your wage.

"ayato?"

"it is for you. i was buying one for ayaka when i was reminded of you, y/n," he warmly explained, his sincere eyes were too much for you as you avoided his eye contact.

your beating heart felt dangerous as ever. his hands were still engulfing yours, as if to keep you from shying away.

"take it. it would mean a lot to me."

"thank you, sir-ayato," you corrected yourself, and ayato thought it was adorable of you to stutter around him.

his heart was content when you thanked him over and over again.

if giving the necklace was a metaphor to his love letter, then he would be overjoyed when he saw you roaming around his estate with the necklace on you the next day.

☆ — CHILDE

"today's a really nice day," childe sighed happily, as he picked you up from the ground, and you repeatedly punched his back, flailing in his arms to put you down.

"ajax!" you gasped, who wouldn't be in shock, when you were literally caught off guard by his attack and then your feet weren't touching the snowy path anymore. "put me down."

"ehem, manners, please," he faked a cough.

you could only kick around, although none of your actions would actually affect him physically. "i am almost going to swear at you, you know?"

"put me down, please," you tried to whisper into his ear, so that he would feel ticklish by the air that escaped from you.

"gross," he commented, and before you knew it, he already let you go from his somewhat soothing hold onto your body. "need to disinfect my ear after this."

you slapped his arm after hearing his bad joke, roughly enough to get his focus onto you. "let me do it with the bug spray i have at home. i hope it'll cleanse your whole soul too."

"touché," childe cracked a smile at hearing you almost choked on your breath. "aren't you my little bug?"

"don't you have a cuter nickname for me? seriously, bug? out of all lovelier things on this world?" at this point, you had already clinging onto childe's side, hyper aware at some people who had been watching the playful fight between you two for some time now.

childe noticed the way you practically glued to him, your hand fisting the sweater he wore, and childe could only thought that your ministration would only bring a misunderstanding, especially that one which people always commented on when they saw both of you.

"look at you two."

childe could only smile at the old lady that passed by him. "couple fights are normal, until the old days. i hope you're having a great time," the old lady patted your back, and when you were about to clear the misunderstanding he had always loved, the old lady left.

"w-what?" you turned to childe whom somehow looked at you fondly, and you could only voiced out your opinion on the cold day. "that old lady is not making any sense."

"—and you, ajax," you continued when you caught childe slacking from paying his full focus attentively to you, as he only shrugged his shoulder. "...are you really going to leave again?"

"hm?" he hummed, and thought to himself that you were so adorable in his spare sweater, fighting against the chilly wind and hesitating to actually say that you would miss him if he went to liyue for his work again.

"of course. it is my duty for the tsaritsa, and no, you won't be going to join me this time. have you forgotten when you almost got hit by the fatui because they were belittling you?" childe quickly cut you off when he saw how your lips twitching at his words, knowing too well that you would suggest the idea of venturing to liyue with him. the last time he accepted your idea, he almost blamed himself fully if one of his subordinates hurt you. he could only thank the archons that nothing too severe happened on you.

"b-but—

"and, our date for today went exceptionally well, wasn't it? you won't miss me like you have always did before," he winked, and you almost threw your fist at his face if you could. "i am going there for a week. i'll be back before you know it."

"right. let's stop now before your teasing goes too far ahead of yourself," you rolled your eyes, and only did you notice that you were still holding him dearly.

you quickly pulled your hand, and childe swore he had already missed the way you stayed close by his side. he was definitely smitten, he knew it.

"thank me later for wasting my money on you," childe laughed at the way you tried to run away from his grasp.

if he could, he would voice out loud that he really didn't care about his money, as long as you were happy with him, and it frustrated him a little bit that you really thanked him for that when all he wanted to say was that he loved you too.

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exaltedfuzz · 5 months ago

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Goddammit, your last lanamia comic made me cry.. What master storytelling spirits are you channeling that make you know these characters better than the original writers?

Deepest apologies... I have worse planned. Poor Mia. (and Lana... but you'll see why I say poor Mia soon enough, I hope...)

As for writing characters, it really helps to talk to yourself in their "voices" to try and figure them out. Mumble to yourself when you're cooking, when you're walking and nobody's around, but also listen to people speak. When you put what you know into dialogue it sounds way less phony than if you're purely trying to advance plot with ham-fisted exposition... Though you need a bit of that too, if you're trying to drive something. It's good to write stuff down in a script, get a recording app out, say it all (put on a different voice for each character, why not?) and when you stumble over the sentences because they suck to say out loud, rewrite them so they don't. Your most powerful tool in writing speech is speaking.

Think about the context too, it's dead important. Surrounding events and characters are what keep things grounded... Nothing exists in a vacuum. It's really useful that AA has such a packed world, with so many characters in proximity. Makes it easier to de-vacuum things. I guess the same is true for most fan works.

Having a start and end point really helps. But, more so in a sense of "where is this character at the start of this scene, and what do they want to achieve". When you're writing "aspirationally" like this, you can get into the groove better than if you have a point A and a point B that you are looking to get to overall. And then considering the dynamics between the characters and taking that into account when understanding how those goals may be compromised, ignored, pushed for... Who has the most power in a scene generally decides what goal is pushed towards.

Another thing is focalised narrative. Usually when I'm doing these comics (at the moment), I follow Lana, and most of the emotional core is in her reactions to things. You don't want to zero in too much to one character, or you'll end up flattening the rest, but having a core character is a good way to keep things simple. It's tempting to just chuck as many characters as you can into something, but you have to remember that you're then going to have to have them all exist...

Also, honestly, going back to the source text plenty, and with an eye for specifics, is really useful. Take note of how characters refer to each other, which is a huge thing in AA specifically... And also what humanity is in them. For Lana, for instance, she's quite witty, and quick to make light of herself with that wittiness. ("Oh, this? I cut myself by accident. When I stabbed him, that is. I'm not very good at being a criminal, I suppose.") I try to put this slightly irritating joking into how I write her. With Ace Attorney characters, you're looking at them at very intense points in their "lives", so they're probably acting differently to normal, but picking up on these little things can make all the difference. Obviously, as well, there’s the “that… was probably why she was attracted to me” line. I take this as a reluctance to publicly acknowledge the mutuality of said attraction… (“Intellectually” seems like a Lana-ism to deflect that Ema picked up, to me. Lana doesn’t seem to be very comfortable with who she is in general. She wears her King of Prosecutors medals when Edgeworth seems to think the award is tacky, and even Manfred, obsessed with achievement and perfection, and apparently winner of multiple King awards, doesn’t display his medals. Obviously this is because when they were designed, it was before the idea of King of Prosecutors existed, but I think that Lana pinning her achievements to her chest where they can clearly be seen in order to convince to both those around her and, more pressingly, to herself, that she is competent is interesting.) Her own goals also always come second to Ema. I think she’s probably felt quite suffocated by having to spend her whole adulthood so far being a mother to her.I have a lot of thoughts on her as a character, both in the context of lanamia and outwith. She’s very compelling to me, and although most of the time when I'm drawing her, it's the "used to be so gentle, always smiling" Lana that we never actually see in game, I want to push some of these key aspects of her in game identity into her, so I interpret that "gentleness" as a slight nervousness, and that "always smiling" as something mostly for Ema's sake, so she doesn't have to see her rock crumble, so to speak. Anyway, that's enough on her...

I don't know if you really wanted my dialogue writing tips, but anyway. There they are. I wrote way more than I meant to, so sorry about that, haha! Hope some of this could be useful.

I don't know that I know the characters better than their creators... I only hope I'm doing them and the stories I think they could have lived in justice. Thank you very much for the ask, haha!

#ace attorney #exaltedfuzz #writing #lana skye #lanamia #ema skye

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homunculus-argument · 2 years ago

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I have no idea whether this was something that was supposed to be taught in school, or who's supposed to teach that to you, but a lot of the time when people make a statement, they mean "this is the general norm/the statistically most likely option/a trend that is so consistent that it's safe to predcit an outcome based on it", and not "this is the absolute truth that always happens every single time no matter what". I don't even get what kind of value the latter kind of sentence could possibly even have, a statement that is so absolutely true at every context that it has no exceptions at all ever would be so beyond stating the obvious that you'd contribute nothing to the conversation by stating it.

I genuinely don't understand where that sort of thing is supposed to be taught. I don't remember hearing that at school, I don't remember being taught that at home. The concept just slowly gathered into my brain from somewhere, the ability to think: "Okay, this person said that X people generally do Y. I am a person who is X and does not do Y, but most of my peers who are X are active in Y, and the ones who are not X are generally averse to doing Y. As I am still very clearly X, my status as one is not being disputed, I am simply a statistical outlier as one. This person is not incorrect."

Having beef on reddit about whether short men fight people. Someone made the claim that most short men do not start fist fights, because they know they're going to lose. People who don't know how to fight just don't fucking fight, makes sense to me. So if a guy who's small as hell is trying to start a physical fight with you, it's possible that he knows how to fucking fight, and you're better off not taking that risk. This all sounds like completely sound logic to me, you wouldn't play russian roulette just because 5 of the chambers are empty, doesn't mean it's worth the one chance it's not.

And this one spectacular fucking specimen pops up claiming "this is all completely wrong, I've never seen something so fucking wrong in my life, every single part of that claim is incorrect. I'm a short man who's been to a lot of fights, as is my father and all of my male friends, and this is not at all how it works in real life." So I asked him what's the deal then, because all of this sounds logically sound to me. And it turns out that this dude who's small as hell just keeps fucking starting fights and losing every single one of them.

Most short men who can't fight start zero physical fist fights per year. Gets-His-Ass-Beat Georg who is the tallest of his squad at 5'6, starts 15 fights every day, and is about to catch my tiny fucking hands too, is an outlier who should not have been included.

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besttropeveershowdown · 3 months ago

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The Most Annoying Trope Showdown: Semifinals, Poll 2

Out-of-Context Eavesdropping

Someone overhears a conversation and, lacking the full context, misinterprets it as something more serious.

Propaganda:

I hate all miscommunication tropes but this is the one that makes me want to strangle people the most. "we need to fabricate a reason for A and B to hate each other, but not one based on their actual personalities or situation. Instead, Person A talks about something personal and important, but they decide to word it in the dumbest way possible. Person B decides to listen in on a private conversation and then gets so mad at this stuff they weren't supposed to hear that they don't even listen to the final sentence that completely recontextualises the whole conversation. also 90% of the time A would never express feelings this way AND B would never snoop this way. just poor writing to inspire the world's most insipid conflict between morons.

Pair the Spares

Every or nearly every character who did not get together with someone during the story is paired off in the epilogue or very end. The characters are often shown having kids together as well

Propaganda:

This may just be my aromanticism talking, but it's annoying seeing everyone getting shoved into a relationship at the last minute. It doesn't even make sense most of the time. Let! People! Be! Happy! Single!

I am aroace and I hate this. just let them be happy on their own, don't just pair up characters for the sake of pairing them up, even if they have zero chemistry. this happens so often in all kinds of media, and fandom is also guilty of this. not everyone needs a partner! leave them alone!

I love romantic subplots but this is just amatonormative bullshit. It has all of the "romantic partner=happy ending" bullshit that fucks people up in real life, with none of the fluttery crush feelings or the angsty decisions. It doesn't add anything to the character arcs and is only detrimental to the themes of a work as a whole. It can cast a shadow over other romantic subplots in the series I might have enjoyed up until this point, because I start to wonder if those romances were really about the character/themes/plot, or if the writers simply think "leading lady goes with leading man, sidekick with sidekick, etc. etc."

It's fucking stupid. A lot of the characters that end up together either barely interact, make no sense or both. It also implies the only happy ending requires love and marriage. It makes no sense for some of the characters to want to settle down and have kids even if they are with someone they love.

#the worst trope ever showdown #wtes polls #anti tropeaganda #out of context eavesdropping #pair the spares

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slightecho · 5 months ago

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Out of Context WIPS

Rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

I got tagged by @fynn-arcana !! Thank yoooouu friendddd 😆🫶

This is from the chapter I’m currently writing for Ashes, so I guess this will double as a preview of sorts lmao. I did three sentences, which is a little bit more than was asked, but oh well 🤪 the full paragraph was only three sentences so it didn’t make sense to cut the last one off.

This time, the sound wasn’t just clanging, but crashing as Hunter unceremoniously let go of the bar without letting them down easily. His hands slipping as his stomach suddenly cramped up in intense pain, jolting through him with a yelp. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Wrath quickly reached forward to put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder, steadying him as he collapsed forward, desperate to just get a break.

Sorry it wasn’t more happy go lucky 🤭 that’s just where we’re at!

Tagging: @silvvergears @childlikegoblinqueen @threegoblinart @oh-cramity-its-amity @unniebeans @daydreams-and-honeybees and anyone else who might want to! Sorry if I forgot anyone!

#echo tags #toh ashes au #echo writes

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antsday · 2 days ago

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the last 500 words of in the palm of your hand for the ask meme!

I'm putting it all under a "Read More" because it's a little long. This is the fic, for reference, and this is the ask meme. Thank you so so much for the ask!!!

“So,” he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks so Deku won’t see how fucking sweaty they are. “You’ll have it ready by lunch tomorrow?” Deku takes the laptop and tilts his head. “Uh. Yeah, I will. In fact, I can get it to you earlier than that-” “I’ll be busy for the rest of the day,” Katsuki lies. All his incident reports are done, and he’s got the night shift on patrol tomorrow. “You’re done by 2 tomorrow, right?”

This passage was basically Bakugou trying to secure a lunch date with the IT nerd of his dreams and being painfully obvious about it- and he knows he’s being obvious about it, and he’s kind of freaking out because he’s never been in a situation like this. Personally, the nature of Bakugou’s quirk leads me to believe that he’s a really sweaty guy, and that it gets worse when he’s stressed - which makes sense in the context of battle, but is woefully inconvenient anywhere else. Like his palms are wet.

“...Yes?” “Great. Look, I have to stop at that fucking- crepe place, down the street, right,” he says, praying to every God there is that he looks cool and casual and not like a ‘Deranged Goblin Man’, as the Hero Times described him a few months ago. “So. When you get off work you should meet me there. At the crepe place. Tomorrow. At two pm.” He doesn’t know what’s worse- the fact that he’s really doing this, being reduced to the same sort of emotional sap he would have made fun of only five years ago; or the fact that Present Mic’s lessons on subtlety and hidden meanings in text were actually good for something. Look at him, effortlessly weaving together words to create sentences with underlying motives. He’s like a modern-day Shakespeare. He’s golden. He’s killing it. Bakugou Katsuki, master of words. He’s on cloud-fucking-nine. He’s- …aaaaand Deku isn’t responding.

Honestly, one of the main reasons I wrote this fic to begin with is that I really really enjoy it when Bakugou’s blatantly pathetic- and when other characters think he’s pathetic. It’s so great to me. And I personally enjoy it a lot more than when he’s always put together and effortlessly suave- I feel like that’s how he wants to be perceived, but it’s not really how he comes across even when he’s trying. And he’s really trying here. He really likes Deku, and knows his usual unique charm isn’t going to work in actually getting someone to romantically like him, so he pulls out all the stops. One thing I really like to do and always try to do in my writing is to give hints about other character’s interests and personalities within a separate character’s inner monologue- like here, where I mentioned Present Mic having classes like that. I always like reading little details like that in fics and stories because it always gives the impression that there’s more going on in the world.

Deku blinks. He opens his mouth. Closes it. He sets the laptop down, staring up at Katsuki intently, and Katsuki starts to sweat. You are Bakugou Katsuki, he reminds himself. You might be down bad, but you’re not weak. It will not kill you if he rejects you. Well, it’ll kill you a little. But not that much. “At the crepe pla- to give you the laptop, right?” says Deku slowly. His face is turning bright red. Katsuki goes a little weak in the knees. “Sure, yeah,” Katsuki says half-heartedly. “Look, if you want, I could. I dunno. Fucking- buy you a crepe or something. As payment.” He’s so smooth. Eat your fucking heart out, Dunce Face. ‘Zero game’, his ass.

This might just be me but I always think it’s really funny when characters say one sentence, and then blatantly and immediately do a 180 in like, a sentence after that. It’s especially funny when it’s Bakugou- also kind of sad, though. I feel like his superiority and inferiority complexes were in constant battle in his first year, and he still has moments like that. He really wants Deku to like him back, and while he doesn’t doubt his own capabilities to put in the work, he is doubtful of how that’ll affect Deku. Luckily for him, Deku finds him sorta endearing.

“Sure,” Deku says, scratching the back of his neck, smile just a tad bit shy. His face is still mildly flushed. Katsuki swoons (and does his best to not let it show on his face). “I- uh. I’d like that. I guess.” “Cool,” says Katsuki. “Cool. Great. Okay, bye. Be there or else. Bye. See you.” He turns on his heel and power walks out of the room, not once looking back, even when Pigtails nearly crashes into him or when Deku makes a noise suspiciously like he’s slamming his head against the desk. He walks out of the room, into the hallway, back to his own office. The door slams shut behind him. He takes a deep breath. Squeezes his eyes shut. A breathlessly excited grin forces his way onto his face, and he pumps his fists, victorious. He's got a date.

I am a Deku enjoyer first and foremost, and so everything I write kind of reflects that. In a way I think it’s sweet that Bakugou's so smitten, that he’s being such a disaster and that Deku’s all perfect- even if Deku’s equally, if not slightly more- of a disaster than he is.

All in all, this fic was so sweet and fun to write and I was satisfied with how I ended it, which I rarely ever am. Thank you to everyone who read it, and thank you, anon, again for this lovely ask! If anyone would like to send me a similar ask or anything, please feel free to hmu!

#i got a little carried away lmfao #but ahhh im actually so grateful i had so much fun! i feel like im sitting in a spinny chair and everything lmaoo #ask meme #ant speaks

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sweet-william-writes · 16 days ago

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For the ask game! 🖍 ♻ 🤔 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

🖍 Post any sentence from your wip-

Okay I've got SO MANY wips rn lemme see which has the juiciest option...

Lol okay Imma give yall more than a sentence cuz that just seems fair-

“Have I ever told you… that you have a pretty mouth.”

“Um… no.”

“You do. Have a really pretty mouth.” Kim said, reaching up and pressing his thumb to Porchay’s bottom lip, pressing down on where it was full and plump. "Pretty mouth that makes too many pretty noises…” He slurred, almost like he didn't know he was saying it out loud enough to put in the effort to enunciate.

“K-Kim?” Porchay stammered, the movement of his words making Kim’s thumb slip forward until it was almost touching his tongue.

“Pretty…” Kim couldn’t help repeating, pushing it the rest of the way forward, groaning when Porchay’s tongue flinched back for a second before instinct seemed to take over and he licked at the digit, a moment later taking it even further and closing his lips around it and giving it a shy suck.

ANYWHO ENJOY THAT WITH ZERO CONTEXT

♻ A scrapped idea for your current wip-

There was a more messy version of events planned originally for I Just Want To Stay Here, where instead of Chay catching Kim on the phone with Chan, he was able to keep the mafia stuff a secret longer and started to kinda have a crisis about what to do cuz he couldn't just keep being a creep and hanging around a teenager's house "taking advantage" of him indefinitely, he either needed to stop lying and come up with a more permanent solution for Chay's safety or lie more and break things off AND find a permanent solution he could keep secret. His emotional messiness is visible to Chay who also gets angsty cuz he draws all the wrong conclusions why Kim is being weird.

With this set up when the truth came out and they ended up at the compound, Kim was going to be a lot angstier and emotionally unstable, especially cuz he hates being at the compound and feels super guilty for dragging Chay into Theerapanyakul Mess, so he shuts down emotionally and Chay is caught between angsting for his own copious reasons and wondering why Kim is so different now that they are around his family and not at his house. Does he not want something real and out in the open, did he only want Chay when it was a secret? Is he ASHAMED of Chay?

It was going to be super fun to torture both of them way more, but by the time I got to this part of the plot, honestly it just didn't fit anymore, they were way too bonded and in love, not to mention had learned to communicate and open up to each other too well for this to work. Plus the reveal I came up with was just, mwah too perfect.

🤔 What's a story you'd love to write but haven’t even started yet-

Apologies this answer got SO long lol I have made ALL these answers WAY TOO LONG

Oh god SO MANY to pick from, I have a ridiculous amount of fic ideas sitting in various google docs or notes on my phone that I have no idea when or if I'll ever get to them. I guess the first one that comes to mind is the sequel/prequel to Where You Fell. I technically have started it in the sense it has a tentative name (These Days You Tend To Lie) and some ideas I've already had, but I've never actually tried to Start it yanno?

I have only a Very rough idea of the plot and also whose pov it would be in, an important choice since the changing povs that never switched to wwx was one of the best parts of wyf in my opinion, but I'd been playing with ideas for a prequel way before I even finished wyf.

It would be set years in the past and be about Jin Guangyao and the story of how 3zun got together, with interspersed flashbacks to all their childhoods like wyf has AND flashforwards to events after wyf like an almost-sequel-epilogue kind of thing. It would be a great way to explore jgy and nhs more which I Really wanted to do (and honestly the mostly unfair hate they got in comments on wyf just made me want to do it even more) AND (yes I'm officially rambling now lol) I could show how chengsang's relationship healed after wyf.

Plus honestly I've always been dying to write a 3zun fic but no other idea I've ever had seems good enough. It would be a HUGE project so idk if I ever will, but it is there, sitting in my backpocket, Waiting

(If anyone wants any details feel free to message me and I totally will ramble more about this lol)

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#ask #fanfic #writing #willsweets #ao3 #kimchay #kinnporsche the series #mdzs #wangxian #chengsang #3zun #the untamed

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tellmeallaboutit · 6 months ago

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WIP game

Tagged by the one and only, my fellow Zhent @littleplasticrat

Rules: make a new post and share 1-2 sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context – Let your followers guess!

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"By the Black Hand... it is you... Selene," Gortash murmured as his gilded hand reached out to skim her cheek. Eileen took a step back further causing Gortash's claw-like glove to scrape nothing but thin air between them. His surprise was palpable—hurt evident in his gaze—as was a malicious sense of satisfaction that now tinged the crowd’s whispers. The name he called her (Selene?) was unfamiliar, neither was the intense yearning in his voice. She had heard tales aplenty of Lord Gortash, but none had painted him as a lunatic; at least not of this variety. She corrected him tersely: "I am Eileen, Lord Gortash. It is a please to finally meet you." There was very little pleasure involved. His bloodshot, weary eyes locked onto hers evoked a feeling that she should recognize him somehow. The same feeling told her to stay away. His poise faltered momentarily at her words before regaining its composure. "Ah, I see now," he finally said, spitting out every word if it was bitter in his mouth. “A new name for your new heroic life...” Gale's worried eyes found hers and she shook her head - this man was a stranger. Gortash's gaze flitted between Gale and Eileen before settling back on Gale with a hardened expression. "And a new lover too?"

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Tagging @coreene @dodorimo @beesht

#wip game #my writing #bg3 gortash

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green-like-the-sky · 7 months ago

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tagged by @johnwatsonsbeard my beloved

the rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

Martin, the gaoler, unlocks the gate, and holds it open for him. He steps, but not quite through. A pause, on the threshold, one foot in the cell and one in freedom. He wants to say something else and he turns back to More, still sat as he was left; silent, small, his papers and books piled up like barricades around him.

He forgets what he meant to say. If there even was anything. The scholar meets his eye, unsmiling. He, Cromwell, starts to turn away again.

A sensation. When he tries to describe it later, he won't have the words. Something like a shudder, a shimmer, in the air. A missed step, on a staircase. Coming down a mountainside and feeling your ears pop. He almost wonders if he's having a stroke, maybe, but it's over nearly as soon as it starts; less than a heartbeat later the world seems as it should be.

But still. Something feels different. Like everything has been picked up and set back down in the wrong place, a fraction beside where it belongs.

Martin, stood on the other side of the bars moments ago, is no longer there.

He blinks, in surprise. He hadn't sensed the man leave, hadn't felt a footstep or heard a clink of armour. He looks left and right, around the antechamber outside the cell. He calls out, the name echoing along the stones. Nothing.

Well. The man must simply have gone down the passage without him noticing.

Maybe it's the heat. Maybe he's unwell. July, and rumours of sickness back in the city. That would be just my luck, to fall ill in the middle of all this.

He steps fully through the gate, and closes it with a clang. The problem is, without a gaoler, he has no means of locking it.

"Well. I know you won't be so foolish as to leave, until I fetch him back" He looks at More, then looks again. "You're bleeding."

A bead of scarlet, trailing down over an unshaven lip. More does not wipe it away. He's squinting back.

"So are you."

He puts fingers to his nose and feels it, wet and hot. He wipes the back of his hand against it, and looks down to see a thin red stripe on his skin. He'd known this to happen when he was a boy, during the change of seasons. He'd wake up in spring light to specks of blood on his pillow. Never in July, though.

"Did you feel something, just now?" More sounds only mildly curious.

He ignores the question. Ignores any relief, that it wasn't his own imagination. His mind is turning. Perhaps it was an earthquake, or a comet? Hopefully not the reckoning.

"Wait here." He walks away.

Tagging @tenderbittersweet @gufettogrigio @effervescentdragon @succession anyone else who wants to, absolutely no pressure <3

#time travel au my BELOVED #one or two sentences whoops-#my writing #tag games #wolf hall adjacent #thomas cromwell #thomas more

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 11 months ago

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AAAAA i REALLY loved 'to the other side' !! i havent read much of your works (i'd like to read more when i have time, especially of rollo hehe) but WOW its so good 😭 the writing style (?) is very fun to read and its like every sentence has an impact on the fic (like it gets better with each sentence?)

the doctor diagnosis part was amusing too! i recently rewatched pinocchio bc of twst and it was a really fun scene to watch~ (this is. completely unrelated but i was surprised at just how many similarities there were between fellow and honest john like phrases or clothing details)

anyway! the point is that i really enjoyed the fic and as someone who is doing writing more (bc of school TT) i find you inspirational,, i also see some of ur other posts on my dash and reading your opinions and thoughts about things is very interesting!

that is all! thank you!

call me pinocchio the way fellow could effortlessly convince me to come to playful land idc if i get scammed he's SO fine-

[Referencing this fic!]

WEH 😭 I’m glad you liked To the Other Side so much!! I hope you get the chance to read my other stuff!! (I recently counted, and I’ve written over 2400 pieces, whether short interactions or long full-fledged fics, for TWST now…) The Rollo interactions have been some of my favorites to do, I’m very happy with those ^^

chisvsjekd You had fun reading the fic? 😌 Then Fellow’s UM must be working on you… Watch out, he’s gonna nab ya for Playful Land— When writing, I tried to capture the essence of crescendoing music from the songs The Greatest Show and The Other Side. They both start soft and progressively grow louder until BOOM there’s an explosion of sound and spectacle. I wanted my fic to invoke a similar feeling, even when it’s just the characters standing around and talking.

I actually haven’t gotten around to watching Disney’s Pinocchio in myself so I had ZERO context going in who Honest John and Gideon were. I referenced some clips of them on Youtube to help me visualize their mannerisms and then superimpose them over Fellow’s and Gidel’s. (It makes sense, given that Fellow and Gidel are twisted from those two!) That’s how I came across the diagnosis scene. I thought it fit so well with Rollo’s Forever Alone and Mad About It personality, so incorporating the diagnosis scene in was so easy to do!

Good luck with your own writing!! I hope you’ll continue to hang out here and enjoy reading my stuff in your free time.

Ah. Fellowife spotted 😂

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Rollo Flamme #Fellow Honest #disney twst #Gidel #Gidell #Ferro Honest #notes from the writing raven #feedback for the writing raven #Honest John #Gideon #Pinocchio #The Greatest Showman #The Greatest Show #The Other Side #Gino #Ernesto Foulworth

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acearcane · 5 months ago

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Out of Context WIPs

Rules: if you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

I wasn't tagged, but I'm procrastinating on my WIP so I'ma do this. :3

*sobs* Please, someone, help me defeat my executive dysfunction, this isn't okay--

(WIP is a young Viktor Hargreeves-centric one-shot! He's pre-transition for the first bit, hence the use of "Vanya" and "she/her" pronouns.)

Something scratched at the back door, jerking Vanya out of her thoughts. She froze, half-hoping she had imagined it in the eerie stillness of the night. But it happened again; someone was picking at the lock. Vanya scrambled back behind the table, her pulse throbbing in her throat as she raised her butter knife out in front of her. Peanut butter dripped off of the dull blade, splattering against the table top. She wasn’t sure what her chosen weapon would do against an intruder, but she didn’t have time to go for one of her siblings. Chk chk. The lock clicked open. Vanya took another step backwards, fear making her head spin. The knob was turning now, slow and careful. She took a deep breath, preparing to scream. With a soft squeak, the door crept open, and- “Klaus?” Vanya clapped a hand over her mouth; that had come out louder than expected. But she had never once had a visitor down here, and seeing her brother silhouetted in the doorway was almost as startling as seeing a stranger. Klaus froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Vanya could practically see the flimsy excuses flitting through her brother’s green eyes, before he landed on a shaky, nonchalant, “Oh hey, Vanya.”

That's way more than 1-2 sentences, but I'm far too wordy for 1-2 sentences to make sense.

Tagging... @childlikegoblinqueen @slightecho @unniebeans @willowsz-plantsz @kazoosandfannypacks

I can't remember any more mutuals who write, so feel free to join if this comes across your dash and I didn't mention you!

#tag game #writing wip #current wip #snippet #ao3 writer #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #tua fanfic #tua fic #viktor hargreeves #klaus hargreeves

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amatchinwater · 7 months ago

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WIP Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @edgy-girlboss 💚

Rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share a few sentences from your most recent unposted WIP(s) with zero context -- Let your followers guess!

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Snippet 1:

“Excuse me.” “Jesus,” Stiles startles up from the counter. He didn’t even hear the bell go off. “Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Stiles is lifting his gaze, ready to lay into the stranger. Who just calls someone by a pet name when you don’t even know them? It’s gross, and he’s not a fan. Until he’s staring up at gorgeous blue eyes, a sinful smile, and a jaw that probably cuts diamonds. Then, he’s more than okay with it. Stiles’ tongue dries up so badly that he has to actively focus on removing it from the roof of his mouth. The scratchy muscle fails at wetting his lips, but they drag along them just the same.

Snippet 2:

“You’re not serious,” Isaac states, all panic in his chemosignals gone. Only to be replaced with disbelief. “So we’re obviously not in the same part of the preserve you thought we were.” The wolf tries to take a step forward, only for Stiles to stop him again, “no. I’ve been coming here for months, Is. Months. There’s no way this isn’t the place. See?” He points to the tree beside the wolf, “carved my initials and everything. What the hell-” All of the flowers have begun to sway, bumping into one another, causing small particles to dance above them. “Whoa,” Isaac muses, Stiles too busy looking at the flowers to notice the wolf getting closer to them for inspection. “I gotta say, they are pretty though,” his voice sounds off, like he’s not quite himself. Transfixed by something, Isaac’s hand reaches out before the fox can stop him, and he touches one of the vibrant petals. The reaction is instant. The flower shudders before releasing a plume of shimmering, purple smoke into the air. Isaac sneezes, coughing the intrusive substance from his lungs.

Snippet 3:

Victoria rolls her eyes, “and here I was told you were the smart one. Did you really think I would let my daughter be friends with one of your kind?” The huntress sneers at him. “I’d never hurt Alli,” the wolf argues, yanking on his restraints. “Please, just let me go. I won’t talk to her anymore if that’s what you want.”

Snippet 4:

Stiles has never even seen the gates of Olympus. What hurts even worse, the reason Stiles is laying at the bottom of his pool, is he was promised a place behind those golden gates. With his husband. Other than Hades’ children, Stiles has always been skeptical of any descendant of the big three. It’s a tale as old as time, Stiles was blinded by a pretty face that spoke even prettier words. Only to be betrayed by beauty that rivals Aphrodite herself. Which kind of makes sense considering his husband is a son of hers. His father being Zeus himself. Theodore, a beautiful man with a wicked heart. Bringing his hand to his face, Stiles looks at the branded ‘T’ on his ring finger.

I have so many more, but I restricted myself to 4!

No pressure tags: @msmischief101 @saphire-blue @ksbbb @robo-dino-puppy @colethewolf @theoraeken

#wips #wip game #tag games #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #isaac lahey #steo #stisaac

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