#there's two fanfics of this pairing and guess whose they are

[beastsovrevelation]

And you thought your OTP was a rarepair?..

[yourangel137]

“Beautiful.” A Kazuha X Fem!reader Fanfic

Again one of my proudest possessions, so I want to post it here too for safe keeping <3

Pairings: Kazuha x Fem!reader

Warnings: reader is insecure. Did not proof read

Genres: fluff

Type: drabble

Word count: 835 words

Summary: Reader is insecure about herself, but Kazuha likes her for who she is. + Confession

Everyone would fall for him if they know what kind of person he is. Gentle and kind by nature, poetic with his words and patient with his gestures, he’s the type to treat his loved one like loyalty and you knew that too. It’s just the fact that,, you aren’t confident enough about yourself to fully accept your feelings for him. To you, he deserves better, he deserves someone prettier and someone whose willing to give more than you think you’re able to give. Yet, every time you try to avoid the kind wanderer, he always seems to find his way back to you. Why was that? Why does he care to stay when he deserves better?

Unknowingly to you Kazuha always has his eyes on you and has always seen you as the most beautiful girl he laid his eyes upon. To him, your body is beautiful, your face is gorgeous and your personality is breathtaking. Even if you try to hide your insecurities from him, he knows you’re insecure. He can feel your attitude change around him, your body posture curling and trying to hide your body in some way. It hurts him seeing you so insecure, but he hopes one day you’ll see yourself the same way he sees you.

Your hand trails over the railing from The Crux, feeling the small marks on the wood. You told yourself you wouldn’t go with Beidou and Kazuha on the boat to Inazuma, but in the end you gave in and joined anyways. Maybe because you could never say no to Kazuha his puppy eyes whenever you reject his ideas at first. ‘Dangit.. Why must he be so cute..’ You think to yourself. A breeze touches your exposed neck, goosebumps forming in your delicate skin. Today the breeze seems to be colder than usual and you didn’t fully prepare for colder weather. Before you can think of a possible solution to the sudden cold temperature, a voice calls out to you. “Are you cold, Y/N? It’s colder than usual today.”

The sudden voice you hear from behind you makes you jump a little before turning around to face him. “Ah.. Kazu.. Yeah I guess it’s kind of chilly today. I’ll be okay though~” You answer him, cheeks flaring up a little from embarrassment he caught you thinking to yourself. “Let’s get you inside instead. I know it’s going to rain soon and I also do not want you to catch a cold.” He holds out a hand for you to take, a gentle yet sweet gesture he uses on you so you’d come with him.

It’s hard to reject such an offer so you gently put your hand on top of his and let him lead you away from the deck and to a warmer place instead. Once you two got inside, you watch him let go of your hand and instead grab a blanket and put it around your body. “You should be more prepared next time, the breeze can get cold really fast. Always bring an extra pair of warm clothes with you, dove.”

The sudden nickname makes your heart skip a beat, cheeks flaring up this time from the sudden rush of love you’re feeling for the man before you. “I’m sorry.” You say, but instead of more scolding, you see Kazuha his eyes soften for you. “Why do you think so little of yourself, darling?”

“W-wha-?”

“I know you’re insecure about yourself. I just personally don’t understand why. To me, you’re like a work of art. Your words flow like music out of your mouth, your personality is as warm and bright as the sun, your beauty is as beautiful as the prettiest and brightest of flowers and your whole existence brightens my life more than the sun is even able to do.”

You’re at loss of words, quickly noticing how Kazuha his cheeks turned pink from his sudden confession. ‘Wait.. is this a confession?’ You ask yourself, yet you couldn’t seem to place those words on your tongue and speak them out loud.

“My words might be a lot to take in right now. So I want you to take your time and let this flow in your mind for a bit longer before you answer me back.”

You quickly shake your head and you part your lips to finally speak your mind too. “I like you.” Yet the way those words left your parted lips, ended up louder than you hoped they would. His cheeks flare up more, turning into a more reddish glow, yet his smile is brighter than his blush.

“That was supposed to be my line, dove.” He let’s out the cutest chuckle before speaking once again. “I hope one day I can make you realize how beautiful you truly are. But... Let’s take things slow and steady my sunshine.” Silently you agree with him, nodding along with his words, words you never thought he’d tell you.

He really is too good to be true.

Thank you for reading <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 26-03-2023

[unavailable-fan]

Just thoughts on HPMA story

Finished probably all main stories currently in hpma (up to Year 4) Never was a big hp fan, loved first few movies as a kid and played the old games in its universe, so i do have fond memories about it, and first movies are still pretty cool production-wise, but with all the recent and not so recent author related things i get why people don't want to engage with anything hp-related Still i like the universe mostly how it was portrayed in the earlier movies and there's not much that fill that particular niche for me So i was interested in the game when i first heard about it like 3 years ago, mostly cause it's art-style is charming slightly dark but comfy Anyway, somehow i managed to participate in cbt, and i liked it a lot despite the game having lots of flaws It still is quite a mess in various aspects, but, oh, do i like its story, art style and voice acting It's still clunky, obviously, but it's also like the best worst fanfic ideas stitched together into a story with questionable tone and moral, but it's beautiful like this Instead of hp main trio we have: - a kid, who gets into dozen criminal offences a year, cause they try to help people around them, and some people use it to make the kid break laws for them, yey - an idealistic hothead girl with memory problems, who will fight you on sight, cause she loves her friends a lot and tries to protect them never thinking about the fact she's super capable of accidental mass-murder, also she's kinda awkward in some regular social situations, like her life can get any weirder than it already is - a very kind guy, who tries to act like the most cynic person ever, cause his every attempt of having a calm life fails miserably, has terrible reputation of being a criminal and one of the best potion brewers and for some reason dancers(!) in school, just let this guy rest, please They're miserable on their own, but together they're even worse, their interactions are the cutest, but the horrors they have to go through in the name of friendship are endless Among other things this story has: - Hagrid, doing his usual thing - Neville, being the best teacher in the whole school while still getting bullied for some reason - McGonagall, as a principal - a Slytherin bully/rival girl, who's actually kinda cool and pretty fun, once you get used to her attitude - an artist, a werewolf, a prophet and a play on "evil twins" trope all in one year - a pair of cute and hilarious polar opposites Gryffindor students, whose relationship is the talk of their whole friend group - an actual evil Gryffindor, can you believe this - a gay ghost guy who refuses to tell you how he died - a talking portrait, who makes you hoard stuff, in hopes it will somehow get the ghost guy to talk - a goth gardener lady, who casually reminds you of your mortality every day - a musician who makes kids jump into lakes at night, cool - a guy, who makes kids illegally raise dragons on school grounds - a group of poachers, who follow kids illegally raising dragons on school grounds And! At least two instances where physical violence is actually the answer!

I guess i just love the fact this story has pretty bold choices and doesn't treat source material too carefully, while having actually pretty enjoyable characters No idea how it will develop further, but i do want more people to know about this particular in-universe story to see more fan-takes on all of it like, go watch story letsplays of it or something, if you're interested love cool stories, hate when they belong to franchises with messy history

[x-0ophelia0-x]

A work of Art which did not begin in emotion is not art. - Paul Cézanne

pairings: Artist!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none! just fluff and a sad ending. And not proofread yet.

word count: 2,4K

summary: You’re an artist. Drawing is your passion, something you do whenever you need to relax or do when you’re motivated. You see things in a different way, a more peaceful one. Observing things is your speciality which comes in handy when you start your anatomy studies on a certain someone, whose training sessions with Kanan seem to be the perfect opportunity for you to study.

authors note: this might be my favorite one until now- this prompt was stuck in my head like for forever now. Being an artist is part of a reason why this kind of escalated in it‘s length-

It’s also S4 Ezra, ignore the gif, was the only one I found with Kanan 😭

This wasn’t originally based on Cézannes quote, I just had a rough idea of a peaceful scenario on Lothal and his quote seemed to fit the best on how this fanfic went on.

I might make a series out of this, words can’t describe how much I enjoyed writing this one 😭

anywayyy, the Ahsoka final will air in just two hours and guess what? I‘ll miss it because it’ll be 3 am here and I‘m supposed to get up in 4h for school :D

enjoyyy <3

What is Art?

It was a question you could never really answer yourself.

It had grown into a part of you, defining the person you had become.

Art wasn’t just a drawing on a paper or on whatever material you could imagine. It was a feeling, an emotion. The desire to create something new. The desire to immortalize your emotions into the paper you were working on.

The Arts priority is to make you feel something, to understand the Artists hidden message.

Some use it to express their feelings, others indirectly use it as a love letter to their beloved ones.

Art ist a matter of perspective, some see boring studies, others see emotions at it‘s purest form and then others again see the hidden message behind it.

And yours? Let’s say that yours was a mix of everything.

- Lothals sun was low, it’s dimmed light bathing the landscape in a beautiful haze of gold. The grass fields reflecting the golden light perfectly as they were moving with the wind. Lothals mountains being highlighted by it while several loth cats where playing around. 

The whole scenery sent a feeling of comfort and warmth to you, the peaceful moment, a luxury for you and your friends since fighting against the empire was your dangerous lifestyle.

You sat by a rock, leaning against it while a loth cat was cuddling up right next to you. Going into a peaceful slumber, trusting you with it‘s life right now. As you sat there, holding your sketchbook with the one hand and your pencil with the other. You couldn’t help but to get lost in this moment. 

Everything seemed so perfect right now and the beautiful scenery in front of you really resembled a painting itself. And beside the loth cat, you weren’t alone. 

Hours like this were used by Kanan and Ezra to train, a perfect opportunity for them since they wouldn’t get distracted here as much as somewhere else. 

And this was your perfect opportunity to make some anatomy studies. 

Drawing was your passion, a hobby you shared with Sabine. 

And moments like this just boosted your motivation. Sitting on a open field while the sun had it‘s golden hour, having your pen and sketchbook right beside you, what else could you possibly want more?

Ezra also became a key figure to your studies. His training sessions with Kanan offered you dynamic poses, interesting ones that were perfect for your exercise. 

You often found yourself sketching him, being it while he trained or while he fell asleep on your shoulder due to his exhaustion whenever he finished his double trainings with Kanan and Rex. He knew about your hobby, everyone did. What he didn’t know though was that you were sketching him, that he was a constant figure in your sketchbook. Studies of him while he trained, slept against your shoulder and his face, especially his eyes.

You loved him and he loved you. You both confessed to each other a while ago, he didn’t really question you whenever you watched them train or always having you sketchbook near you since he knew that drawing was your passion after all. Ezra even enjoyed having you around, not only because you two were a couple, but because he knew that with you, he’d never be truly alone again just as he was before the ghost crew found him. 

The crew is his newfound family, there’s no doubt in that, but they wouldn’t stay together, close like they were right now forever. The day where everyone would go their own ways would eventually come, leading to them being completely united again just when they’d have a mission together or plan a trip or something. He’d have his friends but he’d again have to live somewhere alone, which was a fear of him, one he hid damn well from the others. 

But now he had you, someone he’d never imagined meeting in his life. Someone who would love to spent their life together with him. Someone who felt the same connection towards him like he felt for you. 

His training with Kanan continued, parrying each strike from Kanan while you continued to sketch him. Each pose having a different dynamic. 

Whenever you felt that you had too many poses on one page of position, you chose single parts of him, his face, his hands holding the lightsaber or just his expressions, drawing them separately next to the poses. Trying to bring in some contrast so that looking at those sketches later wouldn’t be too boring.

The loth cat eventually woke up, nuzzling it’s head against you while it watched the Jedi and the Jedi in training, train. 

Then it’s head turned to you, looking into your eyes and then into your sketchbook. It seemed to recognize Ezra‘s silhouette, looking back and forth, as if he was comparing the original Ezra with his sketched version. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the creatures confusion, it was adorable.

„Yes it’s him“

You said, your voice just loud enough for it to hear, not wanting to risk Ezra hearing you. He didn’t know that he was the star of your sketchbook and you didn’t know how he’d react if he realized that you had a whole sketchbook of him. 

The loth cat then again looked up to you, gesturing to your sketchbook and itself.

„Do you want me to draw you too?“

You asked it, smiling down, adoring it‘s character. It was the first loth cat that didn’t attack you at first sight but instead chose to actually spend time wit/ you. 

And it seemed happy about your question, taking a position while looking straight at you.

Not wanting to hurt its feelings you changed your subject, sketching the cat instead of Ezra right now. 

It was still on the same page as Ezra though and even if it didn’t really fit with your topic for this sketchbook, it somehow fitted to him, his connection with those kind of creatures being his passion. 

When you had the bases finished, having a full body, a close up from its head and a version of it sleeping like earlier, you continued with its details. Something you loved. Hours could pass by and you’d never grow bored of adding more of them.

The difference this time was that you were fast and didn’t need too long for the loth cat‘s features and details. Being finished quicker then it thought, showing it the results. 

You weren’t a loth cat expert but it’s stunned expression, looking at your sketches of it with awe, was kind of an confirmation that it liked your way of portraying it. 

You chuckled at its reaction, it was fricking adorable. It then turned its head against to your direction, as if it was asking you if it was really him.

„Yes that’s you“

You then spoke softy, failing to notice that Ezra’s training had ended. 

Seeing you interact with the cat warmed his heart, and Kanan noticed it.

„Ah.. young love“

He teased him, receiving a smirk from Ezra.

„Don’t get me started on you and Hera.. Master“

He replied, knowing that he hit a spot with this one.

„This point goes to you“

Kanan then says, faking a defeated tone with his voice. 

„Enjoy the sunset“

Was all he said before leaving the field and walking over to their ship where the rest of the crew was. 

Ezra also made his way to you, but from behind, aiming to scare you a little.

While you still let the loth cat to look at your sketches, he sneaked up from behind you, throwing his arms around your waist and whispering a short ‚boo‘ against your ear.

„Oh my force!“

You shrieked, jumping at his sudden approach, accidentally losing hold of your sketchbook. Then realizing that it was the sketchbook. 

„That’s what she said“

Was everything he said, not able to hold in his laughter while you jokingly pushed your elbow against his side.

„Very funny. Bridger.“

He sat down, right next to you, bringing his arm behind you and wrapping it around your waist, holding you into a half embrace. 

„I feel honored and scared at the same time“

„As you should“

You then also started to laugh, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

„How was your training today?“

„Like always.. I‘m just happy that it’s over for today, Kanan and Rex went hardcore.. I didn’t know that I had this many muscles until today“

You chuckled.

„Why? Did they remind you how useful they are while they let you do the galaxy’s most historical workout?“

„No. It’s because I feel EVERY single one of them right now“

He whined, letting his head fall and rest against your shoulder.

„What about you?“

He then asked, yawning as he looked at the golden hues spraying wildly across his home planets landscape. 

„What about me?“

„You were drawing again, I saw you when Kanan gave me some seconds to relax“

Ezra said, shifting his gaze from the sun to your sketchbook.

„You always seem to have this with you when I‘m around.. can I see it?“

He asked with a genuine tone, sounding almost innocent.

„You want to.. see my sketches?“

You asked, hoping that you understood him wrong but him nodding proofed you otherwise. 

„I‘d love to“

The cat noticed your unease with showing him your sketches of him. But it also sensed your bond, it somehow made it happy that you two were happy together. With the power it held right now, it decided to play the matchmaker and carry your sketchbook over to Ezra. 

„I don’t know where you found the little dude but I already love him“

Ezra said, laughing at the cats action which left you more nervous then before. He wasn’t an idiot tho,knowing Sabine meant that everyone on the ghost learned the importance of someones privacy regarding a sketchbook. It was yours after all, who was he to do whatever he wanted with it, right?

„Would it be okay for you if I see it?“

He asked you, holding the sketchbook in his hands after the cat gave it to him. And you somehow where curious of how he’d react, if he’d like them or hate them. 

So you accepted.

„Sure.. just.. you’ll see it yourself“

You said, looking down at his hands that held it.

Ezra then opened it, the first page already on full display, showing sketches of him training and his eyes. He didn’t think too much into it, thinking that it was just a coincidence but when the page after and the one right after continued to have the sketches of someone looking like him, he couldn’t help but wonder. 

„y/n.. is this person me?“

He asked, slowly rising his head from your shoulder to look at you, and you nodded.

„Yeah..“

Was all you could say right now.

„Please don‘t feel creeped out..“

This catchend him off guard.

„Why should it creep me out?“

Ezra asked her, returning his gaze to your sketches. Looking at them in awe.

„These sketches are perfect like- they are amazing.. breathtaking even“

He continued to turn the pages, looking at each portrait of him, mesmerized by how perfect you catched in his details. 

And you where completely dumbfounded. Didn’t expect this reaction.

„But.. why me?“

Ezra then asked, getting you out of your confused state.

„Uhm…“

You started, not knowing how to explain it to him at all.

„well.. I needed to study the anatomy on someone so.. I decided to exercise it on the person I care the most..“

You said, looking down at your sketchbook.

Ezra then smirked.

„Is that so..?“

A blush made its way up to your face, reddening with each word he said.

„You’re adorable“

Was all he said before he placed a kiss on your temple. 

„You even drew the cat“

„I did“

He then closed the sketchbook after he was finished, laying it down next to you. 

„So.. I saw that you studied different parts of me too… which one was your favorite?“

His head was once again on your shoulder, holding you close with his other arm while you also held him close with yours around his waist. 

„Your eyes“ 

You said almost immediately.

„They remind me of the endlessness of our galaxy and the hyperspace‘s blue. I could look at them forever and never get bored by it. They’re.. You’re mesmerizing“

Your tone was genuine, and this time it was Ezra who was blushing. 

„Thank you..“

He said, feeling kind of proud that he had this comforting effect on you.

„You’re mesmerizing too tho..“

You chuckled at his nervousness. His cocky attitude from earlier being completely replaced by it right now. 

He then had an idea, knowing that his drawing skills were terrible.

„Would you want to teach me to draw like that too?“

He asked you, feeling excited about this. And you too felt the same, sharing your hobby with someone was good enough, but sharing it with your partner was just out of this world.

„Of corse! I’d be more then happy!!“

You said, your excitement evident in your voice. 

It was a promise you both looked forward to. 

Then, you two, okay technically three since the cat refused to go aways, laying down between you two, sat there with a perfect view, looking at the sunset in front of you, staying together until it went darker and darker, enjoying each others company.

You both were still unaware of what was about to come.

Which daring challenges would not only cost you one dear person, but also another one‘s well being.

Unbeknownst to you this was one of your last peaceful moments together. 

The galaxy had other plans for your futures and soon enough your sketches of him where the only things you had left to keep his memory fresh in your mind.

To remember him whenever you felt lost, feel close to him again even if you felt the loneliest you ever felt before.

They kept you strong, for years to come.

And you knew that whenever you’d find him again, you’d need to start a new one.

[opalthea]

Let's Get Along, Just This Once.

♡ — Pairing : Kaveh x GN!Reader

♡ — Characters : Kaveh, Gender Neutral Reader, the Traveler and Paimon are both there for moral support (and the ones who asked you to tag along in their commission party.)

♡ — Summary : You and Kaveh just can't stand each other, or at least, that's what it is, until danger approaches.

♡ — Before You Read : Fluff, not exactly enemies to lovers but the hints are there. Reader has a Geo vision and is a bow user. NOT PROOFREAD.

♡ — Notes : This was a comm by my lovely senior for their OC! With their permission, I tweaked it here and there so all of us could enjoy a little silly Kaveh fanfic <3 Please let me know if there were any mistakes, I'm more than happy to edit it again 'n' again.

♡ — Links : Masterlist.

✧.

“Are you actually serious right now?”

Kaveh groans, pinching the bridge of his nose when you toss aside one of the Cor Lapis that you insisted on examining. Don’t get him wrong; he values quality more than you would, but to handle that pricey ore like it’s a child’s toy, has his pockets feeling empty (not that they’re ever full, anyway).

You, however, don't really share his opinion. In your eyes, quality really does mean everything; if this Cor Lapis is unusable for its original purposes (see: for the Traveler's commission from the Adventurer's Guild), then you would just have to separate it from the rest. Plus, it’s not like you're throwing it away in a dustbin, are you? You can always make use of this one after all of you are done with the task.

So, what is it that he’s so irritated over? They’re not giving that one to the Traveler, surely...

“What?” You raise an eyebrow, your temper being just as short as his. He scoffs at your confusion, finding it ridiculous as he kneels to grab the abandoned Cor Lapis.

Muttering under his breath – “You clearly don’t know how to be careful with gems like these.” – he inspects it closely, crossing his fingers in hopes that it hasn’t been scratched or damaged or whatsoever - the Traveler would kill him, he’s sure! People would’ve paid a hefty amount as far as he’s been told.. and he doesn’t want to witness their rage if they found out that you apparently didn’t care about the costs of these invaluable ores. Thankfully, the ore survives with no scratches after such a horrible, blunt hurl.

You clear your throat out of nowhere, pushing yourself upwards so that you're released from crouching on the ground. “Actually, these are called crystals,” you state, matter-of-factly, your nose pointing towards the sky above you two. “Crystals and gems are different, if you couldn’t tell. I guess even the Akademiya’s most astounding student still fail at discerning something as small as this.” With your arms crossed, you don a smug look on your face, as if winning this petty argument is your only goal today.. aside from earning mora, of course.

But Kaveh only mocks you with a tsk, looking away when his head unhelpfully thinks fondly of your pride-filled face. “Crystals? I thought a junior so high-headed like yourself would know this, but-“ he stands up, with the Cor Lapis in his hand, “- a gem is made out of precious minerals. Y’know, like diamonds. Even if it wasn’t a gem, I was figuratively saying that you really don’t know how to manage valuable stuff like this!-“

“Oi! What are you two doing, squabbling behind our backs?!” A whiny voice interrupts, and the body that belongs to it flies in between them. Paimon – bless her for intervening in their pointless debate – frowns, a noticeable pout on her small face, and gestures to the Traveler, whose expression displays their lack of amusement. Suddenly, you feel a bit sheepish; yeah, that’s right, you came here to help them with the commission, not to argue with some guy who claims that his seniority makes him a lot more knowledgeable than you are!

You clear your throat, “well,” you said, gritting your teeth, “we were both just discussing how very important it is to give our client the best ores of its kind, right?” And Kaveh would be a total idiot if he ignores the cues you're giving; unfortunately, his short temper only adds to the fact that he’s not a very good liar, so his honesty bleeds through immediately without much thought given.

“No! What, you’re not going to tell the Traveler that you basically decided that the Cor Lapis we gathered here isn’t good enough and threw them away?”

“That was not what I–!”

“Oh, sure, deny it all you want! At this point, I can even defend Alhaitham because at least he knows the difference between gems and crystals – and he’s from Haravatat!”

“Ugh, why you little–!”

A shrill shriek cuts their bicker short, and Paimon screams unintelligible words, except for her first sentence: “Look out!!” She points wildly towards something behind the two of you, prompting you to turn around-

-and the sight of a charging Ruin Hunter is not one you expect to see at Huaguang Stone Forest.

You had no time to react, not when the drill aims towards you specifically. Your eyes widen, your breath hitches, and you couldn’t do anything but stare as it finishes its charge.

Until Kaveh pulled you away in a split second, knocking the two of you both off balance and onto the ground. His arms wrapped around you – you stay unaware of its almost protective nature – as the automaton drives its drill into the air, where you last stood. Your breathing comes in quick gasps, and you know you're supposed to be used to this; the fighting and the unpredictability of the monsters you fight, but for the first time in a while, your heart threatens to leap out of your chest.

Kaveh groans, pushing you both up to a sitting position. His eyes skim through your figure, “are you alright?”

Effectively, the concern in his voice – “Is that real?” you wonder – pulls you out of your daze, and as you stand up, away from him, your bow is immediately summoned to your side. How careless, you tsk, overlooked the possibility of automatons being around this area of Liyue.

And as much as you don't like his guts, you wouldn’t even think about putting his life on the line, especially when this is something you could've easily predicted.

Kaveh ignores the fact that you paid no mind to his question. It would be good if it stayed that way, he didn’t want to deal with you interrogating him about that slip-up of genuine worry in his tone. Instead, he focuses back on the situation at hand, when the Ruin Hunter begins its Artillery Mode. It’s dangerous, and his mind tells him that they should all just run, that they should not waste energy fighting that today, but that’s because he’s a claymore user and the Traveler is a sword fighter; both of which are melee, helpless when that machine rises to the air.

But you use a ranged weapon. With one Geo-infused, precise shot, you bring the Ruin Hunter to a crash, temporarily disabling the flying giant. A huge smirk replaces your earlier fright, and you turn towards the other two with a newfound urge to settle her revenge.

He thinks that you're amazing, the way that you quickly recover from that surprise attack.

“So, you two gonna keep gawking or are you gonna permanently put this thing to sleep?” You taunt, and yell something incoherent from a distance, activating your vision’s potential. A tornado visibly forms for a second, and it grows larger, trapping the Ruin Hunter in an artificial sandstorm. Ah, yes, of course a Geo vision could create that! He's not about to question where the winds are coming from.

The Traveler nods from the corner of Kaveh’s eye, quickly running towards it before it gets a chance to wake up. To their willingness to fight, he sighs, and although he’s not the strongest in this group, it would be highly risky and rude if he leaves them to themselves. Kaveh calls for Mehrak, and his claymore, and thinks of himself as insane; logically speaking, he’s trained to be aware of safety risks as an architect and should’ve convinced these two to escape while they can.

“Yeah- I’m coming! Archons, this is crazy…”

Yet, if it’s you, he thinks that even Alhaitham’s rationality is thrown out of the window, and that guy has zero common sense. No, literally, take it from him, a guy who has to deal with his tasteless sense of decoration and furniture.

Besides, now that he’s caught up with them, he’s suddenly feeling a little more furious for the heart attack it gave him, and the stupid mistake he made when saving her. A mistake that he hopes you wouldn’t make fun of him for, and prays to the Dendro Archon that you'd forget it ever happened.… Honestly, it wasn’t so bad that time, when they were so close to each other. If only you could afford to be a little bit nicer, he thought, and know the difference between crystals and gems.

✧ Reblogs are much appreciated! Follow for more silly content, or feel free to brainrot about this kind of concept in my asks <33

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[rokhal]

Ghost Rider/RE7 AU fanfic: Skills

Follows directly from this fic. Set in @wazzappp's Ghost Rider/RE7 fusion AU, during the period that Robbie and Gabe are living in an isolated BSAA-provided safe-house, watched by intelligence agents and also by Chris Redfield.

At least until the thing with Mia, Ethan Winters and Chris Redfield seemed to be friends, and Ethan seems to have looked up to Chris. I don't see this happening with Robbie. Not to say anything bad about Chris -- I'm not familiar enough with his character -- but his wiki page has his full career and this man has spent twenty years professionally shooting things. I just don't see Robbie getting that cozy with him, not without a long adjustment period.

Anyway, here Chris is being friendly. He's got a soft spot for orphans.

Mr. Redfield (like hell was Robbie going to call the private military contractor on whose word they had been extrajudicially deported to a Spanish-speaking country under false Mexican passports, and who had probably trained the guys who trained the guys who disappeared people for the cartels down south, “Chris”) showed up a couple times a month to supervise Robbie practicing with his illegal BSAA-issued firearms and make nice with Gabe. Gabe liked Chris. Robbie had to let them think he liked Chris, because if Chris ever decided that Robbie and Gabe were more trouble than they were worth, presumably as witnesses against Cutting-Edge Health Connections or whoever it actually was that had snatched Gabe up for his life-saving experimental “therapy,” then Chris would probably dismember them both and cremate them in an oil drum. Heck, he could probably skip the cremation step and just leave their corpses in the house. No one would find them for years.

Career-choice aside, Mr. Redfield seemed like he wanted to appear harmless. He generally arrived in a nondescript rental car, biceps straining the sleeves of his polo shirt, bearing some comics or Cholula hot sauce or something else he thought would endear him to them. Today, he trundled down the miles-long gravel drive to the house in a Toyota Tacoma. Robbie didn’t know they sold those in Spain. As he approached, Robbie spotted something mechanical and spindly in the truck bed, which resolved itself into a pair of bicycles.

“Got something for you two,” Mr. Redfield announced, getting out and lowering the tailgate. He vaulted into the bed, and motioned for Robbie to grab the bicycles as he handed them down. Robbie had to take a moment to identify a secure place to grip them; bicycles were about 80% moving parts. Robbie steadied them both awkwardly by the handles to keep them from toppling over, and Mr. Redfield jumped down with a large brightly printed box under each arm. “Casco para Bici de Montaña” and “Casco Juvenil para Bici,” the glossy boxes read. The price stickers were still in place; the helmets had each cost over fifty euros.

Mr. Redfield waved for Gabe to come over, and Gabe ran up and grabbed his helmet with both hands—“Is that for me? Do I have to give it back? Does Robbie get one?”—while Mr. Redfield used his foot to depress a metal brace near the bottom of the frames that allowed each bike to stand upright so Robbie could let go of them.

“They’re a little old-fashioned and I had to guess on the sizes,” Mr. Redfield apologized, gesturing to the bikes. “I figure they should be good enough to have some fun on, though.”

Robbie couldn’t guess what about these bikes was old-fashioned; the paint and seats had a few scrapes and there were stickers plastered to the frame of the smaller bike, but they both had actual shocks with springs and pistons and everything. Each handle had its own cluster of levers and cables. Robbie wasn’t stupid, he knew a bike was basically a big pair of gyroscopes that steadied you as they rotated and he could deduce that the levers and gears and chain served the same purpose as a manual transmission for whatever fraction of a horsepower a human’s legs produced, but understanding how one worked and actually operating one were very different. These weren’t the small one-speed bikes his peers back home might meander along the city sidewalks or pull wheelies on; these looked like the kind grinning sweaty white people rode down mountains on TV commercials for allergy medication. The saddle on the larger bike was taller than Robbie’s hip. If he tried to sit on it, neither of his feet would touch the ground. “It’s big,” he remarked.

“The seat’s not hard to adjust.”

Crap. Mr. Redfield must think Robbie was complaining. Robbie had no opinions about bicycles—no, maybe he did. Bikes were quiet, inexpensive to operate, difficult to conceal tracking devices on, simple to repair, and while they couldn’t compete with cars on the freeway, they were the next best thing for long-distance travel. And they didn’t require ID or registration. If the BSAA had meant to trap Robbie and Gabe in this off-grid house, maybe Mr. Redfield was offering them a plausibly deniable escape. Or maybe he was just irresponsible. That left only the major problem. “Gabe doesn’t know how to ride a bike.”

Mr. Redfield made as though to punch Robbie in the shoulder, and Robbie flinched before he could stop himself. Redfield completed the punch slower, lightly, the same way he insisted on manually adjusting Robbie’s posture when he supervised firearms practice, like he was doing Robbie some kind of favor by pushing his tactile boundaries. “Well, lucky he’s got you for a big bro, huh?”

“Uh, about that,” Robbie started, then froze when he heard a crumbly hiss of tires on sand, and a scream moving rapidly downhill. “¡Ay! Gabe!”

“Thought you said he didn’t know—” Mr. Redfield started, but Robbie was already sprinting around the Tacoma, between the endless shrubs, down the rocky slope after Gabe, who was hurtling toward the ocean at ten, fifteen, twenty miles an hour—toward the ocean and the rough cliffs that led down to it.

“Gabe! Stop!” Robbie stumbled on a loose rock and gasped for air. “Gabe!”

“Whoa, little dude, safety first,” Mr. Redfield called, waving the boxed helmet in one hand as he overtook Robbie without obvious effort. Maybe he was some kind of bioweapon. “Come on back here, let’s get this fitted.”

Gabe arrested his headlong course toward certain death by some kind of miracle, and turned his bike around a mere five hundred yards from the cliff. (It looked closer from Robbie’s perspective.) He stood up on the pedals to put his weight into climbing back up the hill, just like he’d had full use of his legs his entire life, before swinging down off the bike and walking the rest of the way, panting. Robbie wheezed and braced his hands on his knees when they reached each-other.

“Cliff,” Robbie managed. “Gabe. Don’t go down the cliff.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Gabe protested. “That’d be stupid.”

“I know, I know you’re not stupid. But.” Robbie grasped desperately for some way to explain his panic besides, every time you show me something new you can do I get scared you’re possessed again. “This ground is a bad surface for braking. You could skid and lose control at high speeds.”

“I want to try on my helmet,” Gabe said, passing his bike to Robbie as he jogged up to where Mr. Redfield was opening the box. Robbie watched closely as Redfield set the helmet on Gabe and stuck little strips of foam to the inner rim wherever Gabe said it chafed him. Gabe kept trying to loosen the chinstrap until Robbie admonished, “If you cracked your head open I’d be so sad I might die.” Then Gabe slumped and let Redfield tighten the chinstrap according to the diagrams. Redfield was following the English language instructions, but Robbie noticed that he’d had to turn to the middle of the guide pamphlet to find them. The front pages were all in Spanish.

“Thought he didn’t know how,” Mr. Redfield remarked, not bothering to lower his voice despite Gabe being right there.

“Uh,” Robbie said. He still knew almost nothing of what Gabe’s life had been like while the Connections had had him, but he doubted it had included many outdoor activities. Gabe was looking away, picking at a sticker on his bike’s handlebars. “He was...away...for a while.”

“Daddy Baker taught me,” Gabe explained. His voice was quiet. “He taught Evie first. Then me. She really liked it, she made me ride for her after she got too old.”

Robbie swallowed. “You, uh. Are you happy to have your own bike now?”

“Yeah.” Gabe was still absorbed peeling off the previous owner’s stickers, but Robbie watched Mr. Redfield watching his brother with a blank, analytical expression. “Evie was really sad she couldn’t play with her real body anymore. She was nicer when I let her play with me.”

Did Gabe mean play together or play with, like a toy? Hopefully Mr. Redfield would assume Gabe meant the first one, because the second option might have left traces that might require more aggressive decontamination. “I’m really proud of you for learning how to do this,” Robbie said, trying to change the subject. “But you gotta tell me before you go out riding, okay? And stay where I can see you. I don’t want you getting lost again.”

“I wasn’t lost, I was turned around,” Gabe protested.

Mr. Redfield laughed. “Great comeback. Okay, dude. To keep from getting turned around, you just look for your major landmarks. Right here, that’s the water, that’s always gonna be South. You climb up the nearest hill, and you look for either a downhill slope, a river, or the sea itself, and you can figure it out from there.”

“See?” Gabe said, raising one eyebrow at Robbie.

Are you fucking kidding me. Robbie glared helplessly at Mr. Redfield. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Now you two can do some sight-seeing. Or,” he said, winking, “zip into town for groceries in an emergency.” What was that wink for. Was Redfield trying to warn and prepare Robbie for something, or just playing Friendly Paramilitary Babysitter? “Don’t act too excited, now.”

“Right, thanks,” Robbie said. “I, uh. I rode a motorcycle once. Bike can’t be that different?”

Redfield frowned. “You never rode a bike?”

Why was he acting shocked. He’d read their file. Foster kids couldn’t haul bikes from home to home. “Who was gonna teach me?”

“Me,” Redfield muttered. “Now. Apparently.”

“Is it a requirement?” Robbie checked.

“No, not like firearms training,” Redfield said, confirming one of Robbie’s previous suspicions and raising more questions at the same time. “But I figure you want to keep up with him.”

“Yeah.” Ahead of them, Gabe mounted his new bike again and squiggled back and forth up the hill toward the driveway. “Thanks.”

[vashhanamichi]

can I ask about your wip "Minha Casa Minha Vida (Hedric + Voldemort/Harry Omegaverse)", i love hologhost so im always curious to see what you do with this configuration of pairings

Sorry for taking so long to answer! This fanfic is in the oven still and it's rather inspired by Rosemary's Baby (guess who's playing Rosemary), in a canon-divergent universe where Cedric wasn't killed because Voldemort, due to Wormtail never getting away that fateful night in the third year, didn't come back to life in the end of the fourth year. I can't say much more without spoiling it. Here it is, with only the Hedric part so far:

they already knew they wanted to be parents. Cedric with the firm conviction of someone whose family’s happiness he wanted to replicate with a spouse, Harry with an orphan’s tentative yearning for the opposite of a wretched childhood. Often he pictured the uncursed child that would have his eyes and Cedric’s hair; it was easy and scary both. Too greedy a wish for one marked such as he. Like this house. When they made love while he was in heat, he’d beg Cedric to tie that final string: breed me, he’d say, as high as the saints, husband, knock me up. Come morning and a cool head and he’d be embarrassed and reticent again. He’d drink the necessary potion and Cedric would watch him, almost taciturn: why not now? We can afford a kid. We’re too young, Harry would say, and I’m drowning in work. Cedric would pout for a moment or two and then drop the subject, smiling again. But now he was twenty-five and Cedric twenty-eight and the excuse was wearing thin.

hope you liked it!

[foundtherightwords]

Writing Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @waterfallsilverberrywrites!

About me

When did you start writing? I've written silly little stories throughout middle school and high school, though technically I've only started writing fanfic two years ago, after I became obsessed with a certain chocolate-button-eyed British actor :)

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write? Fantasy (I've written one fantasy AU; I want to write more though) and mysteries. Funnily enough, I write mainly romance but I don't enjoy reading romance at all (I guess that's why I started writing my own!)

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often? I wish I got compared to a famous author, lol! I write a lot of historical stuff, and other than the classical authors (Bronte and Tolstoy are the two main ones for me), I'm influenced a lot by A.S. Byatt. Her writing is so subtle and poetic at the same time, and her characters and their relationships are so complex but still feel real.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? There's not much to tell, haha. I don't really have a "writing space", it's just either at my horribly cluttered desk or in bed.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse? Music! Most of my stories are inspired by music (and are titled after songs/lyrics), and sometimes, when I'm stuck, a song can help a great deal in getting me inspired again.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about? Kind of? I've written one fic (well, a series - one long fic and a one-shot) set in my city.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you? Loneliness and family issues. Not surprising at all 🥲

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? I'm currently writing for Emperor Geta (Gladiator II) so I guess he's my favorite by default. He's such an ass (probably the most asshole-ish character I've ever written, even more than Paul) but that's what makes him so fun to write!

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life? Eddie for sure. Heck, I was basically Eddie myself in high school (minus the whole Satanic Panic thing.) And Leonard! We can discuss books and music and take long walks together. Maybe Billy too, who's such a sweetheart. Ralph would annoy me (sorry! I love him but he's too hyper for me), I don't think I have enough in common with either Tom or Michael to be friends with them, and I'd probably want to kick Arthur and Paul in the teeth :P

Which characters would you dislike the most if you met them? See above :))

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? Are we talking about OCs? For my female lead, mostly I try to go off from the canon character I'm pairing with her and see what traits/backstory would make them contrast and complement each other most effectively.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters? Basically, all of my couples (except for Hellcheer) consist of a stoic, competent, no-nonsense woman and the pathetic man-child she takes under her wings. Also, most of my OFCs have dark hair and green eyes, I don't know why (they're not based on any real person, I just like that coloring I guess!)

How do you picture your characters? I usually don't, is that weird? Occasionally I would look for an actress or model whose appearance fits what I'm imagining for the character, but most of the time I don't bother.

My writing

What’s your reason for writing? I have stories in my head screaming to get out, I'm just obeying their voices :))

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? Any comment at all would be great at this point. But what I love the most are the comments that point out specific parts in my stories that I hope would make an impact, or pick up on Easter eggs (like the commenter who noticed that Edward and Christine's twins in the Hurstfield Hall series are named after Ozzy Osbourne and Tony Iommi of Black Sabbath!)

How do you want to be thought about by your readers? As long as they enjoy my stories, I'm happy.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? Angst, hurt/comfort, world-building.

Have you been told is your greatest strength as a writer is by others? Angst, I guess?

How do you feel about your own writing? I go back and forth between two extremes. Sometimes I'd reread my stuff and think, Damn, I wrote that? That's not half bad! And other times I cringe so hard at my own writing I almost fold in on myself.

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write? Sure, if there was still something to write with!

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both? I write for myself. If others happen to enjoy it, great! If not, I'm already happy with what I've written.

Tagging @jo-harrington, @wheels-of-despair, @palomahasenteredthechat, and anyone else that wants to play!

[semi-imaginary-place]

umineko more ep6-7

Author really should have made like shannon 19 and george 21. "Think of all the children we'll have" the 23 year old says to the 16 year old.

The two genders: attack and defense.

God damn kyrie. She was going to murder asumu. And the worst part is that rudolph doesn't deserve her devotion. Kyrie deserves a better man. she deserves someone who won't cheat on her. Kyrie deserves someone for whom she's their first pick not their second. She deserves someone who values her intellect, efficiency, and strategic genius. Kyrie deserves someone who recognizes that she's the coolest person ever. She deserves someone who doesn't make her wait 18 years.

Wow past episodes about people fighting the system to avoid killing each other and now jessica, george, and battler are killing the family members. Now that i think about it has battler met the other beatrice with ber hair down the big sister?

Lol battler fell for it again. This is how he ends up in a shotgun marriage huh.

I never really liked the romance in this story to begin with (or romances in general). George shannon jessica kanon all bore and annoy me i'd be happy if i hadn't wasted time reading their scenes. But at least beatrice and battler were interesting tearing into each other and now i dont even have that. New chick beatrice dropped any interest i had in the pair off a cliff. Like what was interesting was beatrice having fun being evil and bullying battler that sort of heated back and forth (also femdom). And now that back and forth dynamic is with erika and beatrice is narratively reduced to an accessory for battler. Not even sure i like the story anymore but im like 2/3 though the game so maybe i'll finish it for the sake of finishing it. The romances really are getting in the way of my enjoyment.

Between the love game and the marriage plot point fe... the author witch is a shitty trope fanfic author. Wow this is bad. I hate it here. Really marriage is a ball and chain to tke the ring. This is really stupid.

Mother???? Beatrice was created to love battler split from another beatrice. I know the author is doing like a fated lovers thing but i'm a hard sell on this trope it easily has unsettling implications. Like that beatrice was raised specifically to appeal to and to be battler's wife. Also what is uo with the flashback i'm guess those are battler's forgotten memories brought up a few episodes ago.

Given how much kanon refers to shanin as his big sister this is just more evidence the author forgot shannon is 16 and the same age as kanon. She's consistently treated by the narrative as older than 16. Also if kanon has been a servant aince he was aix why didnt he meet jessica until they were teenagers

there's so many beatrices in this story.... So uh older and younger "sisters" fused? But if one was made new from the rules to love battler and the other is the embodiment of rokenjima urban legends then neither of them remember the first 3 episodes and the time actually spent bonding with battler.

16 people info drop so besides kinzo someone else is already dead?

Ep7: ug is beatrice dead again this is like the 4th time. Guess she needs to be saved. Again. Lion??? Alright whose fanfiction self insert power fantasy oc is it this time. (Really not even Leon, it's Lion). Uhhhhhh kinzo got even worse??? Like the incest implications are back. that kumadorian beatrice was the daughter of og gold kinzo beatrice. Like the grooming is the minimum. It's been listed several times that beatrice's distinguishing characteristics are her blue eyes and blond hair and lion is right there probably about 19 years old which also fits the secret baby. The incest is layered what is this fire emblem. Lion's an incest baby poor guy. Ewwww. The incest. The grooming. The way beatrice 2 was acting (the one rosa met). I support ep1 beatrice's torture murder mission. Wait that makes Beatrice and battler also incest-y just not the predatory type this time. Of course beatrice seems to be a multi entity being rather than a single individual person. Could still do without the incest flavoring tho. Who hired will again i forgot.

Kinzo telling the epic love story of how he cheated on his wife and kids. Mussolini fascist gold. This whole story is from kinzo's perspective so who knows what their actual relationship was but even if og italian beatrice and kinzo were in love she did essentially end up imprisoned on an isolated island as a married dude's dirty secret in a foreign land. Guuuurl you should have run to argentina just like all the other fascist Italians and germans. Kinzo's 40?? Also he kept fucking his wife even after meeting beatrice.

Ok lion gender icon. So in this fragment Beatrice 2 kinzo incest baby was pushed by natsuhi but nanjo saved it, then raised as Yasu, a servant. Yasu started at 6 as a servant and was said to be the only servant so young and that this never happens. But what about kanon and shanon who were said to have started 10 years ago at 6, are they not real??? And shanon shows up older in yasu's childhood so why's there 2 shanons? If yasu/beatrice3 is both shanon and kanon then that... Fits actually but it's soooo fucked because then every single ushiromiya cousin (minus ange) in romancing a beatrice who is also their cousin/auncle. Umineko once again has my head reeling. That would explain the 16 people is kanin and shanon are the same person and also the secret 19th person. Takes the role of beatrice in the fragment they're accepted by natsuhi, but also natsuhi assumes they're a young man in ep... 5? I'm assuming based on the baby's sex. Also the successor to kinzo in the fragment where they're raised by natsuhi and unlike jessica lion is refered to the successor not their future husband. Also kinzos a misogynist. Also when asked their gender by will, lion is like lol no. Not that i think any of the ushiromiya adults would be trans allies. The best supported interpretation so far is that lion was intended for the role of the woman beatrice but performs gender and lives in a masculine role. They're assigned male at birth but choose androgyny and live beyond rigid manhood. Imagine being such a chad that you're transfem and transmasc at the same time. And the stakes are maids.

And then yasu made themself beatrice! I always did wonder are gaap's clothes glued to her? Yasu made a witchsona! I'm still a bit confused but yasu rewrote reality so shannon is the servant shell left behind, white beatrice is them living her best life, and kanon is miserable wet cat boymode. Yup the incest is layered. All the ushiromiya cousins are romancing... uh aspects(?) of the same hivemind entity. I never really liked the romance in this story but yeah umineko totally lost me. For how central the theme of love is, this romance sucks.

George does not act 7 years older than shannon and 5 more than jessica and battler. Like in the scenes reminiscing about their childhood they all feel much closer is age. Wait so is shanon separate from white beatrice or no. Im confused. Also umineko is showing its long development cycle you can tell the author is moving on to new ideas. The tone has changed as this has become a story of outlandish witches. The author in ep 7 (6 too i think battler reads 100 books a year) writers battler as a mystery novel enthusiast while in ep 1 (and 2?) battler seemed unfamiliar with the mystery genre and it's conventions and tropes. SHANNON AND WHITE BEA ARE ...from(?) the same person! because battler promised that he would come for shannon's answer next year and then he never came and when he did he didn't mention it! And that was the forgotten promised gold beatrice despaired and lost her will to live over. And shannon was wanted to promise the rest of her life to him.(Also the incest is inescapable as someone else says "3/4 kinzo").

[oneirataxia-girl]

Top 5 one piece characters whose design you love and 5 designs you just don't feel

SCREAMS. okay so I should say that I am Not Good At Styling (or pairing stuff in general), so just take my comments as the rantings of a gremlin probably way shorter than you, but other than that-

five one piece character designs I like:

Trafalgar Law - I could go on and on and on about how hot good he looks in every arc he’s in (yes, even stoner!Law), plus all the hearts in his tattoos with the connection to his crew the Heart Pirates and Corazon is elite tbh his tattoos and accessories in general have me looking respectfully

Killer - at first I was intimidated, but after Wano I have a newfound appreciation for him + his design, the mask makes him stand out bc not many characters cover their faces, and his hair is the single most glorious thing I have ever seen, I want a Rapunzel!Killer au for shits and giggles (Kid can be Pascal lmao) (if there's a fanfic of this pls link it)

Uta - UTA MY BELOVED, her look is gorgeous, the two-color hair?? the hairstyle?? the asymmetrical dress?? YES PLEASE, she looks absolutely beautiful and very pop singer-ish if you know what I mean, tbh if she was real I would go in the song realms no questions asked

Doflamingo - now let us be clear, I hate this mutated flamingo as much as the next person, but his design fits him so perfectly that I have to grudgingly give him this win, it's bright, it's over the top, it's hideous to look at, it feels like he too the flamingo part of his name too literally, it feels like Doffy, and so I do think it fits him well

Nico Robin - or more specifically, pre-timeskip!Robin, I just adore the gothy cowboy aesthetic (purple-black and leather fits you'll always be famous to me) and I feel like Robin looks really nice with those bangs. I'm sorry but I'm a part of the pre-timeskip!Robin squad through and through, which brings us to...

five one piece character designs I don't like:

Nico Robin - this time it's post-timeskip!Robin. when I say that I couldn't recognize her, I mean that I actually thought she was Boa Hancock but with a slightly different hairstyle. she's literally so different looks-wise it's hard to reconcile pre and post Robin as the same character. also, (and this is a nitpick) the sunglasses make me stressed bc I keep thinking they might fall off

Rebecca - I know, I know, One Piece defies the laws of everything real-world related, but the gladiator armor makes me unreasonably upset because it's virtually useless. I guess it's a testament to her skills that she's barely hurt during Dressrosa, but still, everytime I see the stupid armor it makes my eye twitch

Carrot - or just most of the Minks to be honest. Oda make them more animal-like challenge, give Carrot the round fluffy body of an actual bunny, don't just slap a fluffy tail and some ears and call it a day, I want a bunny Mink that's like Peter Rabbit, but considering that Oda's... preference as to drawing females, I'm not expecting a miracle

Caesar Clown - it might be influenced by his laugh, but I genuinely sigh whenever this guy comes on screen, his appearance does him No Favors, absolutely no drip whatsoever, he’s so difficult to stand on screen so I won’t talk about him more, I just have an irrational hatred for him

Kozuki Momonosuke - more of a ‘wistful sigh of what could’ve been’ than anything, I just think it would be cool to have Momo be near Toki’s height and Hiyori similar to Oden.

[setaflow]

Getting to know y’all

I got tagged by @beammeupbroadway and finally had a second to do this! Thank you or thinking of me, fren 🥰 ❤️

Nickname: Seta is honestly just fine. Y'all don't need to know my real name lolol. Sign: Sagittarius Last Google Search: Whether or not Bryan Adams speaks French. Don't ask me why, I'm a little too ashamed to admit it Song stuck in my head: Hearts Burst into Fire by Bullet For My Valentine. Listen y'all, I'm not a huge BFMV fan, but the guitarwork on this song slaps HARD and it makes me a little bonkers. Sleep: Usually 11:30 p.m. - 7:30 a.m. on the weekdays and whenever - whenever on the weekends, but it really depends on the time of year. I can only sleep in total darkness so if the sun rises early, I'm usually up the second it's up. Wearing: A pair of flannels and an Imagine Dragons concert t-shirt from 2014 (Smoke and Mirrors tour if you were curious). Favourite Song: God, that's such a loaded question because I genuinely have so many and I tend to categorize my love of music in two eras: 0-13 years old where I only listened to my dad's classic rock and 13-26 where I listen to my own shit. For now, I'm gonna offer Ventura Highway by America for the former and Unconsolable by X Ambassadors for the latter, if only as representatives for those two eras Favorite Instrument: Clarinet because it's what I played in middle school :D Aesthetic: Uhhhhhhhhh I don't really have an aesthetic but I guess if I had to pick one I'd go space/galaxies. I don't care if it's 2013's cringe deep purples and stars are cool y'all and I still kinda crave galaxy leggings. Favorite Authors: Professionally, I would say Tom Robbins, Stephan Graham Jones (who I'm reading currently!!!) and Fredrick Backman are pretty high rankers, but I have to also include the Erin Hunters with extreme reluctance for Warriors essentially pivoting my entire life, for better or worse. Fanfic-wise, y'all know I gotta give shoutouts to my peeps beammeupbroadway, heartofsnark, ruruie, emofthechoir, seraphfighter, and so many others for singlehandedly keeping me interested in the fandomside of CP2077, but I want to give shoutouts to my friends @holybatgirlz and @callmeguacamole, who write Bridgerton and Avatar: the Last Airbender respectively and are AMAZING and TALENTED and whose work makes me want to CHEW THROUGH THE FLOORBOARDS. Favorite Color: Sky blue and neon green Favorite animal sound: My roommate's dog whenever he makes a dumb "urp" sound. Every time he does it, my roommate and I will look at each other and just go "HE URPED???" back and forth until we lose our shit. Last Song: Carry On by CSNY Last Series: Since football and hockey seasons have picked up, I genuinely can't remember the last series I finished-- it might've been Seinfeld? But I'm currently watching The Last of Us, New Girl, and The Peripheral Random: Listen y'all I have been an ardent Daniel Jones defender since 2020 and I genuinely think the guy can do well in the league with the right build around him, but trying for a >$45 million a year contract??? Nah. Let the guy play another year out in this same system, let him get a feel for the ropes with a softer schedule and hopefully more weapons for him to throw to. I'm more than willing to sign him within the range of $35-$40 but at this rate if he and his agents are stubborn, I wouldn't be surprised if Schoen lets him walk. Idk. I don't think he deserved that fifth-year option but at the same time I acknowledge that a good chunk of the Giants offensive issues were not really his fault (looking at you, JASON). I just hope we can reach a reasonable deal, because he doesn't seem like an unreasonable guy

Too tired to tag so please feel free to fill out if you want!

[simiansmoke]

Do you think Diddy might be a different kind of kong because he has a tail?

// Yep! There's different types of Kongs in the sense that not all of them resemble gorillas (though it seems like the gorilla type is the most prevalent...which if you plug into a sort of past (just my idea on it not actually canon whatsoever) where the royal family did restrict whose kids got paired up later, then there could have definitely been some bias breeding? Going on. Assuming the royal family has always been primarily the strong and beefy type like DK, Funky, Chunky, etc.

In addition to Diddy and Dixie, there's also the more orangutan Kongs as well referred to as Manky Kongs, but they're exiled from the Kong...dom?

Manky Kongs are orangutan enemies in the game Donkey Kong Country. They are the only Kongs in the game that are actually enemies. In fact, these orangutans are described as "Kong reject orangutans", implying that they have been exiled from the Kong Family for their savagery.

Now, I'm not really this deep in my ideas on how uhh... different Kongs come to be when one type pro creates with another. My guess is you could end up with a Kong like Candy, since she seems to not really resemble any other Kong pre type.

Who knows. It might be like the Arthur universe where two rando animal people are different species but they end up having one or the other and not some kind of hybrid. (I think that's an easy way to just lean into the oddness of how the Kongs be. But also-)

I do like the idea that if say a more gorilla Kong and a more monkey like Kong did have kids...that there would be some indications. Dramatic (like Candy) or subtle like say... a monkey tail on a gorilla Kong! Just because it opens my brain into fanfic territory. Like an au where DK and Diddy are actually bros and Broski's? Sign me tf up. (And yes I know Diddy is either like...a nephew or at least a younger friend of DK in most cases. But I sort of prefer them just being pals sort of around the same age...just with vastly different physiques, hence the 'little buddy' nickname.)

Not that I semi secretly subscribe to the idea that there are probably Kongs out there that have gotten with Kremlings in the past and now there's a crocokong out there in the swamps or smthin.

[kikubeamblah]

Guess whose back writing fanfics again? (Kiku’s back).

Title: I always knew you were a whore. I didn’t know you were a liar too.

Rated E for explicit.

Summary: A/U in the Bay Area/Silicon Valley mostly about college life. No spoilers for manga or anime, though there may be some references if you squint (or characters you don’t know).

In Silicon Valley, everyone wants one of two things, to be part of Blue Lock, the greatest tech company to ever be made, or if they’re really ambitious, to start the next Blue Lock. They want to beat Blue Lock at its own game. Only the top talent in the world has even a minuscule chance.

Isagi is afraid of commitment, except when it comes to getting an Internship at Blue Lock. Rin is at Stanford for one reason and one reason only, to beat his brother in the tech world.

Or:

Isagi sleeps with literally everyone, even people he really shouldn’t. Rin’s main pairing is Isagi (but he has some others along the way to pay Isagi back).

Prologue & Chapter 1 - To hack it, you gotta hackathon

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Ooh thank you for asking anon! i kinda forgot about it again lol

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started? That idea you have? Write it. Go for it. if you think you suck, just remember 50 shades of grey got PUBLISHED and that's basically twilight fanfiction - and bad fanfiction at that. Seriously though, there are always going to be people who don't like what you write, but no matter how short or how obscure/rare the pairing you write for, there are also always people who DO like it. people whose day is made when they see your fic for their favourite pairing. Focus on that. And if you're nervous about putting yourself out there, AO3 has the anon option. That way you can share your thing without ever revealing yourself (unless you decide you want to).

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? I like to put humour in my stories (real life is dramatic and depressing enough!) so there's a few The exchange between Carlos and TK in the hallway outside their loft in The washing machine chronicles

“Really? Do you think you can live without seeing your lizard baby that long?” Carlos teased and TK rolled his eyes. “Dad and Mateo can look after him. And we can facetime.” He replied. “And he’s our lizard baby. Don’t think you can get out of your parental duties, officer Reyes.” He poked Carlos�� chest for emphasis. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I promise to uphold my duties as a lizard parent.” Carlos said as if he was swearing on a bible in court. “Just as long as you don’t have to touch or feed him, right?” “I fed him last week!” “You dropped a cricket in front of his little cave and told him to deal.” “Well he did, didn’t he? It’s good to teach kids independence. You baby him.”

and Carlos being DONE™ with TK in Love and Lou

“This is still not a horse, paramedic Strand.” he said, opening the trunk and unpacking his gear. “If you’re unfamiliar with horses, my two year old niece can probably lend you a book to explain what horsies look like.”

And this little bit from my Tarlos and Owen & Gabriel at pride fic that I'm hoping to finish SOON (I'd say today but every time I do, shit happens and i end up having dinner at 11PM, let alone actually doing some writing)

"What colour are we thinking for the shirts?" Owen asked "I was thinking pink, to fit the theme.” “Wait what theme? When did we agree on a theme?” TK asked, distracted. “The pride theme. Pink for pride.” “Shouldn’t it be rainbow themed then?” Carlos asked, sounding somewhat more composed. “I’m not sure I’d look good in rainbow colours.” Owen mused. “Yellow isn’t really my colour. It washes me out.” “Dad, just wear whatever you normally wear.” TK said, sounding like he’d resigned himself to the fact he wasn’t getting out of going along with his dad’s idea. “We don’t need a theme. Carlos and I have our outfits planned out already.” “No we don’t.” Carlos protested. “I told you, I’m not wearing that in public.” TK sighed. “We’re still discussing our outfits.” He corrected himself. “So just wear whatever. Nobody is going to pay attention to what you’re wearing… unless you’re in drag or wearing ass-less chaps.” He paused. “Please don’t wear those.”  “I don’t think the cowboy look is really for me.” Owen mused. “But I do still have my motorcycle outfit…” “If you wear that I’m not walking anywhere near you. And that’s a promise.” TK swore and Owen laughed. “I guess my outfit is still a work in progress too. Gabriel and I will brainstorm and we’ll let you know what’s what.” “Sure. But no leather and if anyone calls you daddy, I’m out of there.” TK warned him before ending the call.

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[joeys-piano]

Heya, happy STS! How do you spot, create, or develop sexual/romantic chemistry between your characters?

Wassup, Nico!

Well, being a fanfic writer and asexual, I guess my approach to it might be a little different from general writing convention. So I'll break it down with brief overviews, and you can hear my thoughts about it.

Spotting sexual/romantic chemistry between characters

Being in the fandom space can help sharpen your radar for these kinds of things. There are tropes you can identify that seem to correlate with chemistry: enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, rivalry (two-pronged or one-sided), partnership of convenience, etc, etc. And those are generally good places where you can find chemistry between characters, because they can bring out the character driveness of whoever you're writing for. Each trope has its "plot points" of how that relationship can develop, and you can use those as sign posts to show that chemistry is changing, intensifying, what have you. And so forth.

But I think it's very important to keep in mind that tropes, on their own, aren't the reason why there's chemistry between characters. They're more like catalyst points where something could happen, and it's up to the writer's abilities and their approach to this that teases out why certain pairings grip the audience harder than other ones, even though those two pairings might be following the same tropes and whatnot.

For me, I like to look beyond the tropes involved to see how the characters involved influence each other. That's where I think chemistry comes from - whether sexual or otherwise. It's seeing these characters, knowing they have a life of their own, and in those moments where they intersect how do they push and pull each other from the kind of people they want to be. It's that push and pull, the give and take, the betterment or detriment, that molds the chemistry between for those involved. And I think what elevates that chemistry is when those pushes and pulls oscillate between each other, like the characters are two giant planets neither dominating nor submitting but they keep circling, again and again, and it's like this tipsy dance before they eventually pull out, but keeping come back again.

That's how I would spot a real genuine, a real good chemistry between characters. It's something organic, it doesn't feel like it just happened to happen.

Creating sexual/romantic chemistry between characters

Despite being a fanfic writer, I'm not the best person to turn to for this. While it's true that I can spot chemistry, that doesn't mean I know how to take the things I like and try to spin it in my own writing. That's a very different skill from observation, and one you have to practice like any other muscle.

It's why I prefer writing for established relationships and not developing ones. Haha!

But in those moments where I'm in a mood to challenge myself, this is my approach to creating that charged chemistry. As I mentioned earlier, I have a preference towards the continuous push-and-pull between characters. So I use that as my basic setup: I'll have two characters whose worlds wouldn't necessarily collide under typical circumstances, until something caused a push. Perhaps they share an interest in one or a few things, they think the other person might be good for them as a friend or at least somebody they don't mind hanging out with, until something else causes a pull.

A conflict, perhaps. They differ somewhere. I'll give an example.

I have a project in the vault where an ex-Christian mortician is unfortunately on the radar for a seemingly fanatic religious spiritual leader at their small town church. They met one night while the mortician is doing laundry at 3 a.m. He first meets the spiritual leader when they walked in, carrying blood stained clothes, looking shifty, and the mortician isn't entirely sure if they're supernatural or just a serial killer. So there's this what-if tension going on (not really chemistry, but just horror vibes), and the mortician is keeping to his own shit but clearly feels a hard, piercing stare on him as he's waiting for the wash machine to give fucking spit out his clothes so he can leave.

And we got the spiritual leader, staring away and being a horror weirdo, slapping the bloody clothes into a washing machine. And the mortician's watching because he might need to be a witness for some testimony, so he's gotta pay attention a little bit. And he's clearly not doing well at hiding it because the spiritual leader calls him out, and the mortician tells him an easier way he could clean those bloody clothes. Because these are things you just learn as part of being a mortician, and the dude is mortified that he might be giving a serial killer advice on how to clean up his act once the words come out of his mouth.

And then the spiritual leader - he just laughs. He says thank you, and strikes up a little conversation on how he wouldn't expect someone like the mortician to know that kind of stuff. Because at this point, they haven't shared anything about who they are, they just see what the other looks like and make judgment from there. But not who the other really is, yet. So mortician, laughing gruffly, weasels little tidbits of information because he still knows shit about the spiritual leader. And he's fairly competent that serial killers can be charming, so being vigilant is good for him. So they start talking, they talk about how funny it is that they're probably the only two people in town still up and doing laundry at this hour. And that leads to talk about work, and how their work hours are during graveyard shift. So they have something in common.

They talk about how they don't often do laundry at this time, but when you get the chance it's kind of nice. This opens to the mortician sharing a bit that he's a mortician. And then the spiritual leader shares that he's a support group leader for a nigh group at the local church. And that's when the mortician eats his own boot - metaphorically. Because he's not religious. But he has a good idea of what support group leaders for church night groups are like, and that's arguably than a serial killer in his opinion. But at the same time, despite him trying to gauge what kind of person this spiritual leader guy is, he doesn't seem too overly suspicious. Other than the bloody clothes he's washing for god knows what. And even too, the guy seems like a good conversational partner. So the mortician has a dilemma.

He kind of like this stranger's company, but he doesn't quite know what sort of crazy he's about to get into. So the mortician jokes out loud that he thought the other guy was a killer or something, and the spiritual leader's eyes widen and he quickly explains that he has a brother, they had an incident, and he's helping to wash their things and was going to go to the general store to help them through something. And now the mortician feels like shit about that, thinking that a religious person who's taking of their trans sibling can't be the worst person out there, so he feels mortified that he thought of serial killer first. And if this spiritual leader seems cool around people like him, the mortician, he could almost let down a little of his guard around this guy.

So they continue talking. They talk a little about what the spiritual leader does and what he does in this support group he leads. It leads to a conversation that the mortician doesn't go to church anymore, because he feels safe enough to admit to this seemingly cool guy in their small town at the night. And he felt safe, until the spiritual leader pulls out a pamphlet and suggests that the mortician comes along to one of the group sessions. And though it's not a pushy suggestion, the mortician's walls immediately shoot up. Because they're not interested. Okay, they can kind of understand the statement is coming from a seemingly good place, but the mortician is not going. And that's when the spiritual leader's facade starts to slip, and the mortician kind of pinches himself for thinking he found the one cool person he could hangout with in this small town.

And that's pretty much their first interaction. There are small, but considerable pushes and pulls from both characters as they glean from each other, and now they both have an interest and a conflict that will continue to push and pull them with every interaction they have and knowing that their schedules line up too well for this to not be their only encounter with each other in town. And that's what setups the chemistry. And that chemistry deepens as they bring out the worst and the best, the hurt and the comfort, and ping pong around each other because it's tempting to fight someone who you can view as sort of your own equal and trying to get the other person to bend to see your perspective of things when you're forced to bend to theirs.

So yeah. That's an example of my approach to creating chemistry. And if I continue this vault project, I'll tackle how that chemistry warps and changes over time. And yeah.

Developing sexual/romantic chemistry between characters

Again, I'm not the best person to ask for this because I'm asexual. So the things that interest me might not necessarily interest others. And that's a given. But again, if I'm following the same guideline I've been illustrating, the push and pull orbital thingy, I'll use the characters' share interests and what differs them from each other to ferment the chemistry I'm developing.

It's very important for me to that the characters have their own lives that they live, outside of each other. Having that, I think, is crucial because it makes the romantic/sexual nudges, gestures, and vibe you're bringing in as a writer stand out even more and you'll be able to portray it in a way that meshes with the chemistry that the characters have.

I love the concept of shared experiences, where characters share bits of what makes them different about their own life and letting the other character get a slice of that. I think that's a really fun, organic way of getting romantic/sexual vibes or content across. Because, in my mind, I think being in a relationship is when you can share bits of your own world with someone and getting to share what you enjoy with them. So, I like playing with that a lot.

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S T & Z for the ask meme

Fanfic ask meme

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Ooh... I'm not entirely sure what this means by fandom tropes? As an overthinker/overanalyser (I know; I apologise for not telling you to sit down, please pick up your jaws off the floor, clear up your spat-out drink etc. etc.) I'm a huge fan of any sort of trope in media and as such I have a really wide definition of what a trope is that a lot of people don't share 🙃. And fandom tropes could mean ones that are popular in the fandom I write in, ones that I like in fandoms, ones that are specific to fandom in general? There are a few interpretations but I'm going with my original assumption which was tropes I like to read/write?

Obviously I guess I like friends to lovers, even in the ff I wrote years ago it was mostly friends to lovers, though I feel like there always has to be some degree of reason for... if these two people are attracted to each other or in love... why aren't they a thing yet?

I read recently that people don't like stories where the whole thing could be resolved with one conversation and I think unfortunately my fic has some shades of that. But I also think the fact that one half of the pairing is determined never to fall for someone/get into a relationship and has even set a clear boundary to that effect, and that the other is aware of that, socially awkward/anxious and seems to have a pretty low opinion of himself in this regard is in itself a reason.

But also it's extremely true to my real life experience, especially as someone who is, once again, socially awkward/anxious and has a very low opinion of themself. I will chew off my own arm rather than confess my feelings. I've sat and made a spreadsheet of how many kisses someone was leaving on their texts and how it increased over time rather than saying anything so yeah. 😅

OK I may have spent too long on that one trope. I'm also heavily into things that pay off over time, like brick jokes, arc words, callbacks, foreshadowing and chekov's gun (one of my favourites btw is the literal one of casey's tiny pistol and the less literal one of shaundi's giant purse which are mentioned in ch1 and their significance is revealed in ch30) which is why writing out of order was extremely useful. Good god, one day I'll write about all the foreshadowing in my fic. I'd love to know if people notice it.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

'Die for our ship': when fan creators kill off or malign characters that get in the way of their ships. I've always tried to be sensitive about how I write characters like that. Asha is the most obvious example in my fic so I've tried to keep her sufficiently badass and also at times surprisingly sensitive. The Boss luckily has no one canon love interest but I was mindful of the way I wrote Johnny and Shaundi in this regard too.

I don't like to see non-con and underage stuff. I have no idea if that counts as tropes, but I will swerve a story with that in the tags immediately.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

I write reversible character deaths I suppose. Cheaty as hell but my story literally starts with one so I guess if people don't like that they'll switch off straight away. I've not saved any canon characters who were already going to die, and I've not really killed off anyone new apart from OCs killed in the Earth's destruction. After the whole thing I wrote in ch29/30 I can't really complain if people kill characters off for real, but essentially... I may write a lot of angst but I do like a happy ending in some capacity.