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thefanciestborrower · 1 year ago

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Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 4

Whispered voices filled the dungeon. Quiet, their words traveled only so far as an arm could reach, the murmur of something dark echoing in rolling waves that masked the truth of the matter.

A smile filled the dark, jagged.

In the same moment, a key jingled in a frozen steel lock.

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The life of an Emperor was difficult. Any mistake could be fatal for either his warriors or himself. He had to be on guard eternally, for usurpers would not miss the chance. So, it was a surprise when he drifted off, systems powering down one by one until the world faded into the background of routine system maintenance that he didn’t even remember ignoring. Caches of information were completely wiped from his memory, unneeded in their triviality.

It was mid reboot when the pain hit. It crackled up his circuits and splintered into spiderwebbed cracks, bleeding something sickeningly thick onto the ice of his throne even as he stood, one hand finding the blade of the weapon and halting it in its tracks. His vision returned in staticy, flickering images, glitching at the sides and blinding him to the identity of his attacker.

When the usurper hissed, The Emperor snarled a mangled word in return, ice blazing from between his teeth and rising in sharp, arching spires that hit the ceiling of the hall with such a thunderous noise that the sky may fall from the force of it. “Traitor!” The second attempt at speech walled off the entrance to the hall with a thick sheet of ice so dark that it blocked the light from beyond.

His assailant fell back, skipping down the steps with light feet and snapping vitriol at him in echoes of noise. Noise. Too much Noise.

The static faded in patches as he followed them down, ice cracking and breaking in his wake as his rage fueled the staff to spread his power. His gaze landed on the form of his attacker.

A woman. He remembered her as one of the formlings he’d imprisoned for questioning not days ago. Older than the girl the Boy brought with him by far, she was wrinkled in her age, tales of her adventures written on her skin in a mural painted in sunspots and creases.

The Emperor’s staff hit the ground, and it was over. Too slow to move, the woman faced the full brunt of a shard of ice. It hit her mid-chest, and from his perch atop the last step to his throne, he heard something crack. When the first drop of blood fell, he turned to sweep a harsh eye over the destroyed main hall.

Frozen spires raised high, burying themselves into the ceiling and sending shards of wood down upon him in flakes. Dark ice blocked every entrance, blocking off his army and shadowing the entry hall unpleasantly. The Emperor exhaled in a short, tense hiss.

A tiny hand pressed itself into his stomach, followed quickly by another as a soft voice not yet even broken by age piped up from his middle. “What happened?” He almost forgot. The Boy. A check at his side, and the removal of a blade the length of his own forearm revealed a gash crumpling the metal of his body. Sparks bled out in short, quick bursts, following the trail of an oozing, blue liquid. “Z—uh—Ice Emperor?”

“A traitor.�� The weapon hit the ground with a sharp clatter as the ice softened, melting into nothingness as The Emperor stalked down the rest of the climb to his throne. “Nothing of your concern, Boy.”

“You’re bleeding.” Then, quieter, “I didn’t know you could bleed.” It wasn’t meant for The Emperor, he was sure, but the very concept of it made him quicken his stride some, turning down the winding corridors his personal quarters laid in. To some extent, he was glad his past self had the forethought to make the palace grand, yet not overly large, as he managed to reach his quarters in less than a minute by his internal clock’s timing.

Still, he managed a quick, raspy “don’t touch it” on his way, even as his pain sensors ran wild with their alarm.

Squirreled away in his locked room, he struggled out of his armor and shirt, grimacing at the blue fluid that dripped in sluggish pulses from the rupture in his side. The vague idea to simply open his front panel and retrieve the child was a dangerous one, he decided after no more than a moment’s contemplation. He had no idea what the blue fluid could do to the Boy, though he knew it served some purpose as a way to prevent his temperature regulation liquids from freezing, what the compound would do to a human was beyond him.

So, with the voiceless warning of his synthetic stomach cinching along its base to prevent any contamination, The Emperor arched his back and gagged, forcing the Boy back into his throat, despite his yelping protest. From there, it was a simple reversal of the process of swallowing, made infinitely easier and far less disorienting when his systems weren’t fighting him for it.

The Boy rolled into the back of his teeth with a squeak, The Emperor’s tongue holding him in place while he raised a platform out of ice from the ground, and, upon giving it a second more to think, placed his already-ruined shirt on top for good measure. The Emperor promptly tore his mouth guard off and dropped the Boy directly onto the platform, having to take care to not raise his blue-stained hands to help stabilize him.

He tried to ignore the little hiss of a sharp breath as the Boy looked down at the dripping gash along his side, instead turning to examine it with a sharp eye.

The metal was completely crumpled, for one. Pressed inward until it couldn’t dent any more and creating harsh, jagged edges where it broke. Inside, scores of wires sparked and sizzled when they made contact with each other, and it was only his built-in redundancies that left him mostly functional after so many had been severed.

Far in the back, hidden between plating, and protected by most of his other life functions, his synthetic stomach oozed blue near its base, dripping sluggishly from a single tube cut clean through. The Emperor clicked his teeth, frustrations leaking through the sides of his mouth in the form of cold mist. The wires were an easy fix—he still had some of the black adhesive he’d awakened with, and though he may need to find a suitable replacement soon, it would be enough to last him through at least another year.

The slit lining of his stomach, however, could pose a problem. For the moment, though, he busied himself with bending his metal skin away from his far more delicate insides.

“Are you okay?” The Boy’s teeth chattered when he spoke, but The Emperor could hardly work with him taking up his mouth. It would be a distraction. He didn’t look up, something in the back of his processor telling him it would make him feel bad for the child.

His front panel was beginning to ooze blue, as well, though he didn’t have a shirt on to ruin, so he supposed it didn’t matter. What bled would simply trail down his armor to be cleaned later. “I am fine.” In the corner of his vision, the Boy shifted, The Emperor’s discarded clothing pulled up to his shoulders as he quivered.

Right. He wasn’t supposed to look.

The Emperor turned back to himself, producing a roll of adhesive strips from a chest compartment before taking the time to slowly weave the braided wires back together, wrapping the entire thing when he finished. It left the things notably less flexible than before, and they tugged painfully where they were anchored if he moved too quickly, but he would need to have more copper thread manufactured before he could fix it properly.

He bent the last piece of metal skin back into place, and his front panel opened in the same moment. Wires and functional components cleared away at a hand’s push, revealing the oozing synthetic organ that sent warnings blaring in The Emperor’s brain. A slice ran from a quarter of its width, slit straight through the metal mesh that allowed it structure, and eviscerating the important tubing within. His mind, however, lingered little on that idea, instead forming a new one quite quickly. A few more inches, and the blade could have very well skewered the Boy.

He found words spilling from behind his teeth, quiet and… soft, almost as he all-but hummed. The nigh-noiseless atmosphere of the room was too much for him to break. “You may leave here.”

“Huh?” From the sound of it, the Boy jolted when he was addressed, the shift of cloth filling the otherwise-empty room as The Emperor scowled at his hemorrhaging stomach. This would not be a simple fix. He could feel it in the way his mind interpreted its warning signs as burning, searing pain that flared up his side in flickering waves. In the way the metal mesh and silicone combination laid in manufactured perfection.

He would have to burn it closed.

“I would not chase you down. An emperor’s palace is no place for a child.” Something made it feel right. A memory, perhaps. Buried deep. Someone he knew. “You are no threat to me, Boy. I do not think that you ever were, really.” For now, The Emperor staunched the bleeding with his ice, freezing a column up through the dripping tube. It was difficult. The liquid resisted freezing enough for frost to form on the surrounding pieces before it stopped, and the resulting cold was enough for his system to raise a plethora of new warnings. He did his best to ignore them when he turned back to the Boy. “You may leave.”

The Boy did little more than stare at him. For long enough that The Emperor wo—debated—if he’d frozen solid, the Boy’s only action was to stare.

Then, as if the Boy had lost any sense at all, he spoke as though he wasn’t facing an Emperor, flippantly replying “Nah.”

A huff of frost that crystalized along the Emperor’s newly-replaced mouth guard, light enough that it couldn’t spill over the edge. His irritation at a child could only go so far… well, this child. “You will not find your friend here.”

The Boy shook his head, and when he stumbled to his feet, he drug The Emperor’s stained shirt (currently being used as some combination of blanket and cloak) with him. His expression wrinkled his nose and raised a brow, almost as if he found The Ice Emperor silly. “I’m not looking for him anymore.”

A head poked out of his door was enough to call a servant for spare clothes, and only after the footsteps had faded did he turn back to the Boy, brow raised. “Why is that?” There was no way he could have simply given up. The Boy had too much drive behind his voice for that. Did he plan to break the prisoners out?

“I just don’t think I need to look for him.” The Boy’s smile was wide—all sharp teeth and closed eyes. The Emperor detected no lie in his voice. “I’m okay here.”

It was an effort to freeze the blue liquid off his hands… what had seeped under the gloves, at least, but once it had crystalized, it was a simple matter to remove. The Boy, however, cringed at the sound of metal on metal. “I suppose I cannot begrudge you that.” He could, actually. He was the Emperor, and his palace was his to rule. He simply… didn’t want to. A novel feeling, really, when it came to the inclusion of someone so… purposeless to his army.

A shirt and a new pair of gloves slid under his door atop what likely used to be a semi-decorative serving platter. Serving platters, however, had little use for a hungerless leader. The thought let something uncomfortable settle in the back of his mind. He decided not to think too much on it, and instead slipped back into his normal attire, armor and all. The weight of it was heavy across his shoulders, but in a way that was something… comforting, even if it did make the most horrendous clanging noises when he moved too quickly. “What’s your name, Boy?”

Why he asked the question, he couldn’t tell himself or anyone. Really, it slipped from him on a whim. The bright—soft. Kind—smile the boy sent him in return, however, was more than enough motivation to not regret it.

“Lloyd.”ice

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outworldletters · 1 year ago

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Morning, Sunshine!

Are you reading this just as you wake? Or getting ready to hit the sack? Either way, you light up my world, so I'm gonna kick off these letter thingies like this! Darkness ain't a thing when you're on my mind!

Aww, I got kinda sappy. But shhh, keep it on the down-low, alright? I am a total tough cookie. A badass oni-cookie!

I'm gonna write to you every day when you're away. So, if this ever bugs you, you better keep me closer.

Look, the thing is, I know you want to paint instead of burying your pretty face in books. So, I thought, maybe I could paint your beautiful smile in a way only this Oni-king can? So, what do ya say? Do you want to hear a story?

There was once a tarantula, living alone and minding her business in a dark corner.

If you were a little critter, what do you think you would be? You look all soft and fluffy like a moth, and strong and fierce like a big ol' tarantula. Yeah, I know, it's weird. They're both bugs, but you remind me of a mix of both.

What?! But tarantulas are beautiful and elegant! And it's not all about looks. They're calm and quiet like you, but will attack if threatened. And... Yeah, I think it's still a compliment.

I'm my own sorta of spider, ain't I? I weave words into a web that catches a cutie like you!

I'm sorry, that was bad. Hahaha.

Anyway! I was telling you a story.

The little tarantula was a pretty tough girl, but sometimes even the best of us wish we had someone to talk to and share our troubles. So, this little spider decided to give herself a little challenge: she'd use her skills to make two gifts, and then offer them to the first person she met.

The first gift was a fluffy blanket of her finest silk, soft as soft can be... and the other was the most fiddly poison.

Well, the first person that met little Miss Tarantula took the bait of the soft, fluffy blanket, thinking it was the greatest gift ever given. So, he went back to her cozy corner, tucked himself into the blanket and was lulled to sleep, never to wake up…

But, the second person to meet up with her... chose the bite. And even if it made them sweat and shake and want to scream, it cured them all of their woes and worries. They could finally live free, free of all fear and pain.

The point is, sometimes what appears as the greatest thing ever isn't really what you need; what you need isn't always what it looks like. It's about making a choice between what looks like the most comforting, perfect thing in the world, or picking something scary but necessary to move forward.

It's about knowing what you really need and making that call, not settling for something just because it looks safe. I get that, y'know? I get it, Sunshine.

I am not angry or sad because you left.

You didn't want to make that choice... But you did, didn't you? You took the bite. I know you're worried about whether we made the right call. But I have no doubts.

I'm proud of ya. You're brave, for leaving everything you know and choosing to honor your Vision.

Listen, the distance is hard on both of us, no doubt about it. But you, me, us? We got this. There ain't nothing keeping us apart. Not when our bond is this strong.

After all, if you were not strong enough to take the bite, you would never choose to date me either. So I am glad this is who you are.

It ain't everyone's jam to date an Oni, y'know? But it's the rough parts of me that make you laugh and get excited, isn't it? Like the first time you met me and I showed you my collection of beetles, and they started crawling all over you. But anyways, I'm rambling.

The thing is, the tarantula from that story? Yeah, I don’t like her a bit.

That little spider was trying to trick that second person into showing trust, right? That's why she did that whole “bite or blanket” routine. It was almost like she cared about what people thought more than making her own choices.

You and I, we choose to be vulnerable to each other, no matter what. I'm never afraid to admit my fears or to tell you when I'm feeling hurt or upset. And you can always tell me what's bothering you, so we can work together and figure it out. Right?

I gotta tell ya, I was scared, too, when I knew you had to leave. I was worried sick that once you got settled with your new studies, you'd forget all about me.

It's just my paranoia, y'know? It's the thought that I'll wake up one day, and you'll suddenly tell me about a more attractive, more... polished guy you met at school. And... that you wouldn't want to be with the guy with the horns and the fangs after all.

Even just writing about it makes me sick to my stomach, it's just-

Do you think I'm too rough around the edges for you? Am I holding you back?

I mean, you're a smart person going off to a big school and learning so much, and what do I bring to the table? A big heart? A loud mouth? It just feels like there's something inside you that needs much more than what I can offer.

I am not like that tarantula at all. That's cuz I'm me. I don't need to try to trick people or test them to make them take a bite from me. What you see is what you get from me.

And what I offer you is love, Sunshine. A love you wouldn't have to look hard to find. I wouldn't try to trick ya into showing you my affection. I can be rough, or I can be gentle, but it's always honest.

All your quirks, your insecurities, your talents, I would love every bit of it. And I would do my best to keep your chin up when you're feeling down. I wanna be the one you come to with good news, and the one who comforts you when you're feeling lonely. And most of all, I want to make you smile.

You're gonna do great. You'll make new friends and make all these dreams of yours come true. You'll keep growing, learning, taking the risks you want to take. If it ever gets tough, remember, I'm right here. I'll be your comfort cushion, your warm blanket. I'll be whatever you need, right? Just tell me, and I'll be there, okay?

I guess in the end, it's just about showing your heart, no tricks or tests, no tests or traps... Just being honest and loving, huh? Heh, and it ain't so complicated after all. But hey, if you'll allow it, please accept this gift.

The softest blanket ever: my strong arms!

You can always count on me. Even if I'm far away, it's so easy to make it feel like I'm holding you in my arms all over again.

Just remember... I will never, ever let you walk alone.

Arataki “horns over heels for you” Itto

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yukipri · 3 years ago

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Hi! I really like your art! I just saw your Cody/Obi/Jango piece (absolutely fabulous), and in the tags you mentioned you were having trouble figuring out how to keep Cody from murder in an OT3? Well, Obi-wan IS a trouble magnet, and if Cody/Jango just HAPPEN to bond when forced to work together to rescue or avenge Obi's honor, then Obes may very well wish they still DIDN'T get along with the amount of fussing they could achieve together! Hope you're having a nice day! ~MandoBarbie 💙

Thanks so much for liking my work! <3

Honestly, you're probably right. I can basically see it going:

→ Jango constantly one-sidedly pushing Cody's buttons, both because he genuinely wants to flirt with Obi-Wan (starts out as just entertainment) but also because it amuses him to try to see what it takes to get the supposedly perfect Marshall Commander to crack.

→ Jango grudgingly coming to respect and appreciate Cody's hyper competence (and the differences between them; he's not just Jango's clone). I feel like Cody already has a very healthy amount of respect for Jango, as infuriating as the man can be, so it's Jango who needs to catch up. (also Obi-Wan is constantly bursting with praise for Cody while with Jango, and yeah it's kinda annoying and Jango's man enough to recognize he's jealous, but ok fine Cody does kinda deserve it)

→ More and more situations where Cody realizes that he actually does trust Jango to keep Obi-Wan safe, and vice-versa--and, well. They're not a terrible match, if Jango can behave. Part of Cody sees the two of them together, Obi-Wan and the only nat-born "clone," and he wistfully wonders if that could have been them, in another life. But in this life, maybe having Jango at Obi-Wan's side is the best he'll get...

→ Probably some sort of cracking point, in which Jango says that y'know, if Cody really wants he can go fuck off and leave them alone, yeah Kenobi's Kote's jetii he knows he knows...and then Cody calmly tells him that no matter how much Jango pushes Cody, Cody tolerates it because he knows Jango's a man of enough honor that he won't do anything that Obi-Wan truly doesn't want, and Jango goes oh.

→ Jango realizing that while he'd been thinking of Cody as a bit of a rival, on Cody's side, as he comes to accept Jango as a good potential partner for Obi-Wan, he'd pulled back more--as though to say Cody can't imagine himself as a potential partner and is entrusting? that part of Obi-Wan to Jango, and oh that really won't stand--

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan: Actually starting to sorta like Jango, and at first he was concerned about Jango's relationship with his men, but he seems to be bonding so well with Cody and the others are taking their Commander's lead, so this is actually kinda nice, it feels more like a family :)

Also, Boba: In general rooting for his dad, but also likes Cody, and more importantly, he'll accept bribes from the 212th to help Cody out.

(somehow, it ends up happy OT3?)

Will i actually draw all of that? Probably not. But, we'll see ^ ^;

Thanks so much for sending in this ask, I wanna talk star war ;A;

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evil-is-relative · 3 years ago

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The fanfiction I daydream about most nowadays (besides a Miraculous one, but since I've never written for that fandom you're probably not asking about it ^_^; ) is what would have happed had Tyr been the Dragonborn. In Dragon Kin, I always headcannoned that the reason Ysmir was the LDB so young was because her father got killed by the Thalmor. I also sort of headcannon that the prophesy isn't exactly "last Dragonborn ever" (unless they fail, oc), but last Dragonborn bloodline/dynasty. This is entirely for my own convenience in Darva existing, though she does end up being the reason Alduin is once and for all defeated.

(I am wearing a wrist brace rn and it is VERY hard to type -_-)

The main reason I haven't written this story is because I have SO MANY other projects going on, and I'm not sure where to start it. Tyr's early life just kind of goes into the beginning of the game seamlessly, but without telling it first, his reactions make very little sense.

AAAAAAAAAAnd this became very long. I won't take up too much of your dash.

Like Ysmir's story, Tyr's story begins LONG before the game events. He and his father, Orien (who he named his son after, if you're confused) were hidden by Blades away from the Medes during the Interregnum, and just sort of never came back out of hiding. Orien Sr. wasn't planning on passing this burden down, but then Tyr's mother just sort of worked her way into his heart, and Tyr was born. During a hunting trip in the mountains between The Rift and Winterhold when he was about ten, he and YoungUlfric ended up being treed by the same angry giant. They bonded over this near-death experience, and became friends. Growing up on stories of True Nordiness, Ulfric enthusiastically pronounced them blood-brothers, and Tyr cluelessly agreed. Neither Hoag nor Orien was thrilled with this development.

After a Morag Tong assassin came after Orien for reasons I won't get into here, he and the Blades decided maybe a move was a good idea. They moved into the Grey Quarter, who took one look at the Happy Half-Nord Child and decided he needed a dose of good old Dunmer Cynicism if he wasn't going to be walked all over his entire life. Tyr learned to take great pride in the heritage of both sides of his family, though Ulfric never seemed interested. While Windhelm under Hoag was more welcoming than it later would be, he didn't exactly encourage intermingling, an attitude Ulfric absorbed.

When Tyr was twelve, the Morag Tong succeeded in killing Orien by targeting Tyr's mother instead, and he lost both parents. Not knowing the Blades would care for him, Ulfric moved him into the Palace of Kings with him, where he lived for a few months. The grief from losing his parents and being suddenly stuck in a place where everyone passive-aggressively disapproved of his half-Dunmer heritage took its toll on him, and his thu'um started to develop. Hoag assumed it was his True Nord son who was showing a natural aptitude with the Voice, and after a few shut-down attempts to correct this, Ulfric saw how pleased his father was with him, and went along with it. Tyr saw this as a huge betrayal, because not only did Ulfric lie, he prevented his friend from being sent somewhere actually safe, denied him the opportunity to control this new ability, and without him, Hoag sent him back to the Grey Quarter, where the Blades and the local Dunmer took up raising him collectively.

Anyway, that's what set up a lifetime of mixed feelings about his Nordic side and the ways different races interact (stupidly, is mostly how he'd summarize it), a simmering resentment for destiny thanks to all the Oblivion Crisis stole from three separate generations of his family, the Mede Empire, and a subconscious but driving need for a close family.

When he was sixteen, a Dunmer from Morrowind came through, worrying everyone in the Grey Quarter when he declared he was going to join the Companions of Jorrvaskr. His name was Athis, and he wanted to be an elite warrior, and if that took showing these human mercenaries that their opinions on elves is a bunch of bs, he'd put up with it (much to the skepticism of the Grey Quarter Dunmer, who had actually been putting up with it). Tyr, at loose ends and now legally an adult, decided to join him.

He was there only a few months when news of war with the Dominion reaches them. Ulfric abandoned High Hrothgar to fight, and upon learning that Tyr had joined the Companions (kinda sorta not been accepted yet), begged him to join with him, and promising to teach him the thu'um. Tyr's forgiving nature bit him in the butt, and he was captured with Ulfric and held in Thalmor prison until the end of the war, only released a year after it ended, at the age of twenty-one. He returned to Windhelm briefly, to find the Blades that had raised him had been taken by Thalmor, and his childhood friend had just finished slaughtering an entire city (Markarth Incident). Disgusted and disillusioned, Tyr wandered for a while, mapping out the ruins of Oblivion Gates in Skyrim and searching for a purpose. Eventually, he returned to Jorrvaskr, and took the Beast Blood.

After Hoag's death, and driven by his imprisonment at the hands of the Thalmor and subsequently taking it out on the only elves available to him, Windhelm under Ulfric became a steadily more hostile place to non-humans. The Dunmer asked Tyr to come intercede for them, because as his sworn blood-brother, Ulfric couldn't actually dismiss Tyr honorably. Tyr agreed, but Ulfric was on his way out the door, and simply had Tyr discuss it with him on the road to Solitude, explaining that he was going to make a case for Skyrim ceding from the Empire. Being no fan of the Empire and no fan of Thalmor, Tyr agreed that was something they should seriously consider, but ended up walking out when he realized Ulfric was going to challenge the young High King over it rather than talk. Had he realized Ulfric was going to use the thu'um, he might have intervened, and bitterly regretted leaving rather than talking Ulfric around.

Tyr stays out of the Civil War entirely, too jaded by the Empire to join the Legion, and too flat-out angry with Ulfric to even consider the Stormcloaks. The next time he sees Ulfric is entirely by accident, and the two get into an argument that ends with an Imperial ambush of the camp, and they are both arrested.

And thus starts the game.

I'm actually going to end this here. I might add on if there's interest, but for now, my wrist brace needs to go back on , and I've been typing for a long time.

Hope you liked it.

#Tyr #my OC #asks #thanks for asking!#fanfiction I haven't written but as you can see I daydream thoroughly #Dragonborn #Skyrim #Ulfric Stormcloak #writing #my writing

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ask-badlydrawn-mercosur · 4 years ago

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// I mean, I’m... honored that you want to know my opinions on sudaca shipping?

Although shipping in APH OC fandom is complicated because… Since we’re working with characters aren’t canon, every person will have their own interpretation of X,Y and Z nation and their relationships, and I think people are prone to have at least a bit of personal bias towards specific nations… which isn’t necessary a bad thing, after all we aren’t the same and come from different backgrounds (heck, even people from the same country can have very different interpretations of their own nations!).

I’m saying this because I’m taking your “new to South America” as “I do not have much knowledge about these nations and their international relationships”, so I just want to add that everything you see here or any of my blogs comes from my own personal interpretations of what anthropomorphic south american nations would be and behave like.

For example, I just cannot ship Argentina x Paraguay x Uruguay between themselves, because to me, they are related, I headcanon them as family.

Some people may disagree on that, some may see their relationships as romantic and that’s okay! All headcanons are valid and we can all coexist!

With that being said…I admit that I am not the biggest shipper around, lmao. I don’t get much asks/art requests about pairings in the first place, and my blogs are mainly multishipping/ship neutral, though I did addressed a few pairings before.

but here are few more thoughts under the cut:

[ and please keep in mind, these are just MY hot takes ]

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Pairings that obliterates my heart, I luxury cruise them:

ParBra

OK I LOVE ONE (1) SHIP

Oh man... people who follow any of my blogs probably already know this I’m sorry, but they are my favorite pairing in the entire continent? I think their personalities would complement each other well? Also the role their historical baggage plays into their relationship? And how overlooked not only the possibility of a romance, but also friendship between these nations is, and how much in common they actually have? And not counting the fact they are founding members of the MERCOSUL, but both nations just so happen to run together one of the most important dams in the world so ofc they would interact all the time? And don’t even get me started on everything that led to the construction of said dam in the first place. They are both nations with a very complex relationship that often goes overlooked specially because there aren’t many people interested in writing about aph Paraguay, which I believe can’t be helped because Paraguay is a nation that often gets overlooked in South America. In this essay I will

(I'm going to expand more on this ship in another post, since I got an specific ask about them and I have many feelings)

I have a soft spot for them?:

ArgChi - honestly where do I even start with these two? They have, like, SO MUCH history together its not even funny. Like... Argentina helped Chile get their independence (Also Abrazo de Maipu anyone? like bruh, the 2 of them were there watching that), and as much as both nations had many conflicts, they still helped one another, like many times? and they may or may not have been growing on me lately?

EcuPeru - I've talked about them before, but they, like, their histories are intertwined and despite many conflicts they had through years, both nations relationship improved, and they have been stable for years (specially with trading, tourism, etc)... and I think it could work? Also I think its cute? also I ship my Peru OC with canon Ecu fite me irl

I Think about them... sometimes... I think they could Work?:

BraUru - They’re one of my brotps already but like...They both share a lot of history together as well? On top of having good irl relations, I like the way their personalities complement one another. also I think they look cute together.

VeneBoli - I already see them as good friends, but I think they could work as a pairing? And they have history together too? Not only Venezuela helped liberating them from spanish empire, the country was named after Simón Bolivar himself while its true that Bolivar didn’t want them to break free from Peru, but then again, he had that plan for an whole ass unified South America, but in the end, he relented lol idk man to me it could work.

ParaWan - Ok I just... I love the irl relations between Paraguay and Taiwan so much and they’re already a personal brotp of mine, but I think they would work as a couple too. They’d be adorable together. Pure fluff. Also I’m biased because I fucking love aph Taiwan so much

Honorary mentions because I think they’re cute:

ParaCol - I already see them being good friends. Good relations IRL, also historically Colombia stood up for Paraguay after the Triple Alliance War and offered to take in their citizens had anything happen to their homeland and I think that is beautiful.

BrArg - enemies, to friends to lovers, slowburn 200k. Its surprising how well both nations get along now despite being at each other’s throats for almost 2 centuries.They’re one of my personal brotps too, but I think they have such good chemistry and I think they could work as a couple.

ColBra - Nations with similar energy. I hc them as friends, maybe with a sorta vitriolic best buddies dynamic, they’d get into arguments a lot over football and who has the best coffee, but at the end they truly care about one another.

ArgVene - Uruguay & Colombia left the chat mainly because they have similar personalities. slightly prideful passionate older siblings figures? together? yeah, that works for me.

BraChi - I hc them as being good friends already, both have good relations irl they could bond over bullying Argentina ok tbh I do think they would get together just to make fun of Argentina, specially over football... also they were both members of the ABC pact (alongside Argentina) and Brazil hosts the 2nd largest chilean community in South America.

UruChi - they could bond over joking about Argentina There have never been any major conflicts between them (excluding fútbol ofc) and they have alright relations, they’ve done business together and tourism so... I can kinda... see something between happening? it would be cute.

#hetalia oc #aph oc #ooc #mun ramblings #shipping shenanigans #long post #🅱️lease don't end me these are just my hot takes ;_:#felt like I barely scratched the surface of a few of them but otherwise how much longer would this post get

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dragonnan · 4 years ago

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Author Interview Tag

Tagged by @aelaer a week or two ago, thank you!

Name: Tanya (among family I'm Nan or Auntie Nanny)

Fandoms: Sherlock, MCU, Psych, Prodigal Son, and a goodly collection of others

Where you post: For a number of years I posted on FFN but between the really shitty reviews and extremely cumbersome posting process I finally quit. I posed on Psychfic while still an active part of that fandom but that, too, has pretty much ended. I put a few stories on Wattpad but found it to be pretty meh. I now post exclusively to AO3.

Most popular multi-chapter fic: It's a tossup between “Fury” on Psychfic and “All Nighter” on AO3 – one based on comments and the other on Kudos. Frankly “popularity” is really subjective because there's also stuff like read count and with comments, at least nearly half are replies from me and read count also includes re-reads as well as every time I clicked on the damn thing to edit so....

You know I'm just really not sure how to properly answer this??

Favorite story you’ve written so far: Like others have stated you can ask me this on three different days and get three different answers and there will be more than 1 fic mentioned every time so.... Because I write in different fandoms I just absolutely can't list a single fic. The best I can narrow it would a fic from my top 3 fandoms.

Psych: Paint it Black. I had read a fic where Shawn was gradually going blind and had really been enjoying it and the challenges it presented. Sadly it was never completed. As has happened before I decided I would write my own damn fic if I couldn't get a completed story so that was the primary motivation to start this. What I most love about this is writing from Shawn's perspective as he navigates being blind and not knowing whether or not his condition is permanent. I did my best to honor the experience of blind and partially blind people and tried to look beyond the cliché.

MCU: I have so much fun writing these stories! In spite of the dumpster fire the film canon became I do so love this sandbox and employing various forms of unfucking it. So I'm gonna cheat a little and pick two for my faves here since one is a WIP. Sed Diabolus. I don't need to have completed it yet to know this will be my all-time favorite. This is the first fic that has been entirely plotted out and OMG I'm so excited for iiiit!! The second is Simple Math which seems like an odd choice given there's zero action – mostly just one character – hell, not even any whump. But there is something about that deep dive into Tony's mindset that keeps this as a fave even though it was the first thing I ever wrote for the MCU. I learned about Tony as I wrote this and I also worked my way through those motivations that bothered me regarding Stane. Even years later I still mentally go back to this fic whenever I write Tony because I feel encapsulates the essence of how I see him as a character.

Sherlock: Compared to other fandoms I'm still quite new to this fandom so I don't have nearly as many fics. But I still have a favorite! And, like with the MCU, it's the first story I ever wrote for this fandom; The Tiger and the Shark. Returning to a plot device I've employed in other fics, this one is built around a sexual assault and taking the character on a journey from that terrible event to the point where they rediscover themselves. PTSD ever being my favorite form of whump I employ that fairly a lot in this story and employ some kinda radical methods for coping with those memories.

Fic you were nervous to post: I mean until I start getting comments I'm a world of anxiety with every story I post. But grabbing a specific fic that hit my nerves – that Sherlock fic I'd said was my fave certainly qualified. Not only was it my first Sherlock fic – it also was charging out of the gate with a very heavy topic so yeah – I wasn't sure if people would absolutely hate it or find my characterizations totally off or what.

How you choose your titles: It varies a bit. In some stories, like Sed Diabolus, I actually consult friends on various ideas. Other times I'll consider songs or lyrics and my favorite thing is if I can alter the known title just a bit to make it more relevant to the fic (I did that a LOT with Psych fics which was the method the show also employed for its episode titles). One of my favorite Psych titles is “The Wizard Was the Wicked Witch and the Scarecrow Lost His Courage”.

Do you outline: Almost never – not until “Sed Diabolus”. That story, though, is so astoundingly complex that without an outline I'd be hopelessly lost. I am, though, trying to make a practice of outlining more because it helps SO much!

Complete: If we count every one-shot collection and challenge collection it likely is over 200 stories. Of course a lot of those are one-shots. My total completed chaptered fics number maybe around 34?

In progress: 16 – between Psychfic and AO3. All Psych stories are on long-term hiatus for the foreseeable future (some, honestly, I will never finish as they are many many years old and I've lost the inspiration for the plot). Several MCU stories are also on the back-burner while I focus on “Sed Diabolus”. I admit I get LOTS of story ideas and staying focused on a single fic is not something I've ever been greatly successful with.

Coming soon/not yet started: I meaaaan.... lots?? I have probably several hundred ideas and partially started fics across many fandoms. As to “imminently coming soon...” I don't think I currently have an active story that I haven't already posted at least a first chapter. Sadly I have zero patience for developing something for months before posting which is why I have so many WIPs. That said I DO have a Sherlock au that has been poking at me now and then involving the witch trials that started in Denmark and, eventually, made their way to Salem. The idea would be that Molly Hooper is accused of being a witch. She, of course, is innocent but cause this unfortunate attention due to her “uncanny” ability to heal the sick and injured (not so much uncanny as opposed to employing methods that aren't so reliant on superstition and folklore).

She is scheduled to be tortured and executed but is saved by Sherlock – a strange recluse primarily ignored and given a pass as he solves mysteries for people. He and his friend John save Molly from this awful fate. The twist is that Sherlock is a sorcerer (bit of marvel crossover-ish) and able to transport them to safety.

Do you accept prompts: I wish I could cause I love ideas but I don't have the time/energy to always work on what I already have and I'm awful at follow thru. Like I will never turn away an Ask wanting to share ideas but I can't promise that I can actually write anything.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: As was the reply to a previous query – I have lots that are ideas that will linger in partial stages for sometimes years. If it's “upcoming” I've already posted the first chapter lol! But, again, I have several story ideas that whenever I poke through my folders I get excited about someday actually writing them. Here is a teaser for an MCU fic involving Tony Stark and Obie (I still feel this was never explored enough – certainly not in fic):

They were doing a retrospective, ten year anniversary kinda... whatever. Unofficial, of course. Certainly nothing Pepper would have dreamed up even at her most drunk (which, honestly, was never her scene. Tony had sorta owned that space well beyond the time it had started owning him). Whose idea it ultimately had been? Frankly Tony couldn't give a fuck. That he was asked to be one of the speakers was slightly more... awkward. Awkward was the right word, yeah? Nauseating was certainly another and possibly a bit more accurate.

Dead for a decade and Obadiah Stane still managed to fuck with his life.

But... it hadn't always been that way. At least, not as he'd believed back when the Walkman had been on every kid's Christmas list.

He'd thought it was bonding; at the time. His dad had never been one for just hanging out; shooting the shit; telling tales out of school. No, Pops, when he bothered to interact, led with questions. “You keeping your grades up?” “You still seeing that floozy?” “When are you going to pull your head out of your ass and grow the hell up?” “You do realize it's my name you're disgracing every time you go on a bender?”

With Obie it was just, easy. Obie might ask about school but it was always with approval and pride. He would discuss Tony's conquests as though Tony had climbed Kilimanjaro wearing nothing but underwear and a cape.

Obie was there when his father wasn't. Which meant that Obie was always there. The first time he got astoundingly drunk on his father's scotch, Obie was the one to help him hunch over the toilet and vomit expensive, aged booze into the toilet. Obie was also the one to replace the depleted bottle to keep Howard in the dark. For a fourteen year old kid still trying to gain his dad's favor, that had meant everything.

He saw his first porn with Obie; sex education ala Traci Lords, three months shy of his fifteenth birthday. That was the same time he was introduced to weed. Obie had cautioned him to use it sparingly; didn't want to fry that genius brain, he'd say, and ruffle his hair. The porn had made him uncomfortable. Obie had turned it off and told him they could watch whatever Tony wanted. They'd ended up changing the station to Knight Rider; smoking and munching Cheetos and laughing over their orange fingers.

It was Obie who was there, arm around his shoulders, after his parents died. He desperately didn't want to sob in front of the man. Things were so complicated with his dad that all he felt was blinding guilt... as though some part of him had caused this. But Obie had filled him with bourbon until the emotions got soft around the edges and he'd sat beside the older man, head tipping gradually to the right until he was held up by Obie's shoulder. Obie had just slung an arm around him and let Tony pass out while he rubbed a broad hand up and down his bicep.

It was strange, now, looking back with adult perspective. A perspective that included Afghanistan and his intended execution while Obie talked about legacy and responsibility while Tony's lungs slowly seized. He'd taken the time to sit there – arm around Tony's shoulders while one broad hand traveled up and down Tony's bicep – just like when he was a kid and Obie was the whole world.

He'd tried to remember if it had felt so... tainted... at the time. Or if he'd always believed it was love.

Obie had never quite crossed that line. Though hindsight offered a peek into that possibility with enough clarity Tony had fought with his cramping gut for nearly thirty minutes. He'd staved off vomiting though he was fairly certain his dignity had still been in tatters what with Bruce wandering in on his misery.

Upcoming story you are most excited about (this is basically a repeat of the above question so I decided to change it. Do you have a future story idea you'd like to write that is not yet beyond the vague idea stage? I love stories that put Molly in some sort of jeporady and I have a barely formed idea to someday write a “stalker fic” of some sort and not I don't care that this trope had been done on repeat – I still love it lol! I have a smidge of writing for it:

“I need your help.”

As afternoons at Baker Street went, this was a mundane request heard so often that Sherlock's typical reply, “Obviously, or you wouldn't be here”, could have been printed on flash cards. The detective had actually made the suggestion after a particularly full day at the flat and having heard the statement no less than twenty times.

Today, however, Sherlock merely blinked for a moment. Then, with an awkwardness rare to a man with a lethal sort of grace in his movements, Sherlock gestured to John's chair, JOHN'S CHAIR, before taking his usual seat.

Molly didn't exactly smile but her lips edged up a bit before she sat.

John cleared his throat before pointing a vague hand towards the kitchen. “I'll just go make some tea, shall I?”

“No, please, I...” The stammer in her speech was not uncommon; though John couldn't recall such obvious fear. Forgoing the kitchen he, instead, took the hard wooden chair facing the other two.

“Molly, what's wrong?”

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Do you forget to flip the page of your calendar at the start of each month? I don’t use a calendar like this but when I did I was forgetting often

Would you ever agree to an open relationship with someone? doubt it

Would you prefer a small, intimate wedding proposal, or a big-scale, over-the-top proposal? small

What’s the last song you listened to? smth on spotify, not sure, I only know that Burn the witch by Radiohead was there twice which is weird and there was The logical song by Supertramp too

Do you know anyone who’s asexual? that would be me

What do you think of the population of teenagers that considers college to be a waste of their time? they’re kinda right lol

Every tattoo has a story behind it; if you have any, what are the stories behind yours? I don’t have tattoos but I think if someone has no story behing their then they probably shouldn’t get a tattoo at all

Have you ever gone through a period of mass weight-gain/weight-loss? few times

Is the number of followers you have important to you? not really, I liked to have fans but now as I write mostly for myself I wouldn’t feel safe/comfy enough

Do you have a close bond with your sibling(s)? Was it always this way, or has it been better/worse? no comment

Have you ever behaved like a stalker? sorta

How are you feeling today? ...

Has the last person you kissed met your father? yup

Do you think stretch marks from having a baby are ugly or badges of honor? neither, they’re normal/natural, sometimes can be pretty to some even

What do you think about employers checking on personal sites before hiring employees? *shrug* they will always judge and usually they will have a wrong perspective on who you really are anyway but they’re not your friends - just bosses - they’re loss

Are you more of a summer person or a winter person? summer, I hate cold

Would you take a million dollars if it meant you had to die a month later? if I was going to die soon anyway then maybe, I could help others with those money

Do you have cold hands or are you generally a warm person? oh well...

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? no idea, it’s complicated

How far away is the last person of the opposite sex you kissed? luckily I’ve never kissed a boy

Would you ever work at a movie theater? possibly

Can you go see a doctor alone or do you like to take someone with you? whatever

Do you still talk to the person you had your first kiss with? yep

Can you make yourself cry? I tried to check if I can and it’s hard but I’m able to yet I prefer not to lie like this what do you tend to drink a lot of? water

Have you ever woken up crying from a bad dream? sure

Are you scared of ending up alone? nope

Are your pets asleep right now, if you have any? dunno, my dog isn’t around but I guess he’s sleeping

Have you ever showered or bathed with someone as an adult? noooo

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safeklancewriters · 7 years ago

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Fic Rec #4

Date ending: May 21

Below the cut are the fics chosen by us for our monthly rec! Including two community rec’d fics

You can also check out our rec page HERE for future and now past recs, and use the filters and tags to find something you like

If you have a fic to submit or rec, feel free to! But please read our FAQ first with rules and instructions on doing so <3

YOU’RE ALL THE WARMTH I NEED BY CHERITSUNDERE Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Hunk & Keith & Lance Additional characters: Allura | Coran | Pidge | Shiro | Matt | Lance's Family Tags: Tales of Zestiria AU | sorta - Freeform | Oblivious Lance | platonic klunk | Friends to Lovers | Friendship | Found Family Stats: Words: 6253 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: In this world, Spirits, or Seraphs as they are better known, and Humans live in perfect harmony with one another in a symbiotic relationship. Humans provide Seraphs with energy through a bond with their happiness while Spirits in turn help Humans with their magical abilities, such as providing light magic in their house, blessing them with luck charms for good fortune in their occupation, or even preparing food or giving transportation to them. Lance has been bonded to his best friend Hunk, an earth seraph, since they were little kids. Together they work at Lance’s family-run grocery store, where Hunk helps grow the produce and Lance does just about anything else. It isn’t until meeting and bonding with an abandoned fire seraph that Lance truly feels his life is complete though. With the new addition to their home, Lance finally has all he really wants in life. This is the story of that fateful day, of the days after that, and of the day that Lance became probably the luckiest human in the world.

FATED BY KATSUDONACE

SAY MY NAME (AND EVERY COLOR ILLUMINATES) BY TALKING_BIRD Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Hunk & Lance | Hunk & Lance & Pidge | Keith & Shiro | Keith & His Dad Additional characters: Keith's Family | Lance's Mother Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates | Dreamscapes | Alternate Universe - College/University | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting | Alternate Universe - Flower Shop | Alternate Universe - Reincarnation | Colorblind!Lance | cheesy montages | Fluff and Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | its the happiest ending tbh | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Mutual Support | Pining Lance | Cancer | it's not keith or lance tho | Minor Character Death | Slow Burn Stats: Words: 27834 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Well, that’s what you are, right? My subconscious talking to me? That’s what my aunt says dreams are, but it’s kinda weird that my subconscious hasn’t seen the ocean before since I’ve been around the ocean my entire life.” “What? No! I’m--I’m not your subconscious, I’m your--” Keith starts, but he slams his lips together in a tight lock, then looks at the waves, while Lance sits up taller and leans in closer to him. “My what?” “Just--!” Keith starts, getting frustrated and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m real, okay? We’re not--this isn’t--we’re having a shared dream.” Lance never thought he had a soulmate, but when he finds himself dreaming about a boy on Varadero Beach and in a southwestern desert, he learns they have an incredibly rare soul link–-one that allows them to form an unusually strong bond before they meet, but also exposes their greatest vulnerabilities to each other.

BREAK EVERY CHAIN ON ME BY KATSUDONACE Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance | Keith & Krolia Additional characters: Kolivan | Lance's Family Tags: Blade of Marmora Lance | Blade of Marmora Keith | Season 5 Spoilers | Post-Season 5 | Angst | Angst with a Happy Ending | Mutual Pining | Pining Keith | Pining Lance | Abandonment Issues | Self Confidence Issues | Violence | Injury | Visions | Trials | Keith and Shiro are Adoptive Siblings | Mother-Son Relationship | Cuban Lance | Homesick Lance | Lance is Bad at Feelings | Keith is a Mess | lotor is evil | This fic works under the theory that Shiro is a clone | Insecure Lance (Voltron)Socially Awkward Keith (Voltron) Stats: Words: 14406 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Lance is tired of no one listening to him, tired of his fears and concerns being brushed aside. With his suspicions about Shiro and Lotor being ignored, Lance decides to go to the one person group that he knows will believe him, Keith the Blade of Marmora. However, emotions run high and situations become complicated. Lance must grow to move forward, but that's easier said than done when his insecurities bind him. Keith was finally carving out a spot for himself in the Blade, finally feeling as if maybe he belonged somewhere. That's until his mother decides to return to the main base, and his crush suddenly shows up unannounced. It's hard for him to face his feelings when he's so used to fighting them. He needs to confront his issues or forever be locked in place, never finding a place where he fits.

OUTWARD HONOR FOR INWARD TOIL BY ASTRAL-KLANCE (KILLJOYCATLADY) Rating: General Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Pidge | Shiro | Allura | Matt | Lotor Tags: Slow Burn | Alternate Universe - Royalty | Arranged Marriage | Enemies to Lovers Stats: Words: 28070 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: As the rival nations of Márea and Altea form an alliance after years of tension and border issues, Prince Lance is forced to deal with a treaty that is far too involved in his personal life, an infuriating Altean knight surrounded by shady rumours, and the rising threat of the Galra empire closing in on Lance's kingdom.

Community Rec

ON THE LINE BY NOTROVER Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Shiro | Allura | Pidge | Hunk | Coran Tags: Alternate Universe | firefighter keith | Policeman Lance | Work-related Incidents | Pining | Mutual Pining | Allura is a great wingman | And Lance has a dog | also this is so cheesy im | Shiro's a total bro Stats: Words: 14357 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Is it as fun as it looks? Sliding down the fire pole, I mean.” Lance’s voice was full of curiosity and what sounded like a tinge of envy. His breath curled into small clouds due to the cold. Keith pretended to think about it. “No, it’s not.” He paused and gave Lance a smirk. “It’s more fun, actually.” Lance laughed. “Way to rub it in, Red.” “You asked,” Keith said, grinning. Lance made a face. “I’d let you try it for yourself,” Keith continued, “but it’s a sacred right of brotherhood handed down from fireman to fireman. I’d be kicked out if I let you try.” Keith pretended to get teary-eyed for a moment. “Shiro would be so upset.” Lance scoffed. “You’re so full of it, Red.” But Keith could hear the laughter that threatened to bubble out of Lance’s voice and suppressed his own smile. “Maybe. But you’ll never know for sure.” Alternatively: Keith is a firefighter and Lance is a cop.

WE’RE INTIMATE ACQUAINTANCES (TANGLED UP AGAIN) BY NOTROVER Rating: Teen Pairings: Keith/Lance Additional characters: Hunk | Pidge | Matt Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates | Fluff | Light Angst | Alternate Universe - College/University | Time Loops are a thing | also it's not a date but it's totally an aquarium date Stats: Words: 6301 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: When Lance wakes up to the second Monday in two days, he knows there's only one explanation: He's come into close proximity to his soulmate. If he doesn't want to be stuck repeating the same day for the rest of his life, he needs to find his soulmate. The only problem? He's started falling for someone else.

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sp4c3-0ddity · 7 years ago

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tagged by @hailkuvira and @amillionsmiles. thanks!! <3

tagging uhhhh who have i somewhat interacted with that writes and hasn’t been tagged already uh @magical-merlance, @cosmicdusttrails, @tiredgaykeith, @rueitae, @elby9001, @ anyone else that wrote fic this year and wants to take a stab at it??

STATS:

Fics posted: they’re all...VLD

Tumblr exclusives: my fic tag for your viewing pleasure. but here’s a list of everything (i think) that i didn’t also post on ao3 (with the exception of a few that will be posted probably within the next week):

Misnomer, a crack fic

a euphoric plance kiss that i just wrote on a text post i reblogged

a Cupid AU plance ficlet i also wrote based on a text post

ficlet about Acxa, Ezor, and Zethrid after Lotor escapes them

Pidge getting Love Advice from Lance, also an addition to someone else’s text post

How I think Hunk learned Pidge is a girl, with a teeny tiny bit of plance because it’s a section of a plance fic i meant to finish that i’ve since lost this is why you save/back up your work often

Outtakes from ‘Howl at the Moon’

A The Wizard of Oz AU (honestly bless the anon that prompted this)

A shallura hurt/comfort prompt fill

Whatever the hell this is, all i know is that it’s gen but still involves kissing and is kinda a crack fic

FF.Net: N/A

Archive of Our Own: i’ll just go with oldest first like i did in the last section

Give a Little (5859 words), fake dating, my first posted plance fic

Ship to Wreck (3544 words), gen (despite the title hehe), sailor/age of (western) exploration-type Pidge-centric AU

Spectrum (9562 words), gen, a Wheel of Time/fantasy AU

Winging It (2187 words), gen, fun canon-verse fic where they race paper airplanes

A Slip of the Thumb (18697 words), plance, wrong number/text modern AU

Break a Leg and Other Cliches (29293 words), plance, modern ballroom dance competition AU

Incompatible Schedules (1025 words), plance, canon-verse fluff

All’s Fair in Love and Gaming (653 words), plance, canon-verse fluff

Be Gentle (4881 words), plance, canon-verse body swap AU

If Wishes Were Fishes (1167 words), plance, canon-verse vaguely bittersweet beach fic

Lightning Round (3003 words), plance, canon-verse battle couple in training fic

Build on Shaky Ground (3337 words), gen/plance (platonic), kinda angsty Garrison era

Unknowable (562 words), plance, canon-verse philosophical fluff

Wisdom of Hindsight (1344 words), plance, canon-verse angst

Caught (2727 words), plance, canon-verse lovebug AU

In Time (724 words), pallura, canon-verse hurt/comfort

The Art of Seduction (2075 words), plance, canon-verse fluff

Falling’s Not the Problem (26179 words), plance, future canon angst with a happy ending sorta thing

Smuggle Your Heart (21931 words), plance, Star Wars-ish AU

Pocket of Space (6203 words), kallura, a Vorkosigan Saga-ish AU that’s kinda...languishing at the moment

Howl at the Moon (10271 words), plance, future canon undercover fake marriage thing

Failure to Launch (1740 words), gen, Sam & Coran hurt/comfort and feels in general

Specter (18325 words), plance, future canon AU, and, um, major character death fic

What Not to Do in Chemistry Lab (2458 words), gen, modern/college AU with my chemist Hunk headcanons

Search and Rescue (1684 words), gen, pre-canon baby Holts fluff

Shopping for Disaster (6108 words), gen, canon-verse Allura & Pidge bonding-gone-wrong fic

Ink on a Page (8807 words*), gen, Pidge-centric Inkheart AU

In the Making (8184 words), plance, canon-verse/future canon ~over the years~ kinda thing

Strangeness and Charm (73407 words*), plance, a collection of prompts cross-posted from tumblr so they’re really a bunch of individual fics but i’ll count them as one for now

*word count not entirely accurate because subsequent chapters are complete but not posted

Total number: 39 (counting S&C as one fic) Total word count: 288,132 part of me wishes i was making this up

Ship/Character breakdown: Ship breakdown: plance, undoubtedly, wins; gen stuff takes second place. then there’s the odd shallura/kallura/pallura stuff (i like all Allura ships so) Character breakdown: hmm. Pidge and Lance dominate, obviously. Pidge also tends to dominate by gen stuff, with Allura possibly coming in second. Poor Shiro and Keith (though i still love them) kinda......lose

Characters that had the main focus: Pidge in much of my plance and gen stuff, Lance in much of my plance stuff, Allura in a decent amount of my gen stuff as well as in that languishing kallura fic

Specifics:

Best/worst title? Best title: None really jump out at me, but I think‘Build on Shaky Ground’. Also before i suffer some serious post-posting (hehe) embarrassment, I’ve titled this brand-spanking new fic ‘The Start of Something New?’ (the question mark is compulsory) and i’m way too proud of myself for that reference to HSM at the moment. Honorable mention to ‘Search and Rescue’ for sounding more serious than the fic’s plot actually is

Worst title: I’m actually displeased with most, but only ‘Smuggle Your Heart’ makes me cringe every time I see it

Best/worst first line? Best: not sure but as i look now the first line from this fic gave me a good laugh:

Lance thought that after two years in space fighting furry purple aliens while flying a sentient robot lion that merged with four other sentient robot lions to form one large robot man nothing could possible surprise him.

Worst: if i actually took the time to look through all my fics, i’d probably find so many awful first lines, but i’m too lazy so this one is a weak first line from my one and only shallura fic:

Shiro had never seen Matt and Pidge happier.

Best/worst last line? Best: uh to be honest i think they’re all kinda bad but here are a couple funny ones (from this and this) that don’t require much work on my part sorry i’m lazy:

Lance watched him go for a tic, shrugged, and went off in search of someone else to bother, preferably someone he would not mind kissing.

“It was strange enough that I actually don’t want to forget, so listen closely, because I won’t tell it twice.”

Worst: point at any one of my fics. i’m never happy with the Last Line. but here from Shopping for Disaster (it makes sense in context):

He still wrote the ticket.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wrote...way more

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

definitely VLD in general, because i was still...hesitant to get into it?? i didn’t watch it till spring of this year 2017 a few months after season 2 came out, i think What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

There’s this one (named ‘Siren Song’) that has yet to be posted into my collection on ao3 and it’s a concept i very much want to expand into a fully fledged long fic. and, to be honest, i thought it would get more notes than it did

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

By tumblr notes, this one ('A Sticky Situation’ on ao3) takes the cake with 168 notes

By kudos/bookmarks/comments on ao3, that would be A Slip of the Thumb with 225 kudos and 31 bookmarks

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

Me, constantly: I write gen fic too guys (in all seriousness, my Inkheart AU is going to be great)

Story that could have been better?

Can i say all of them?? No?? Okay, taking recent fic into account (because i do think i’ve improved overall even in the last few months), i wish i’d spent more time and put more effort into ‘Shopping for Disaster’, especially with making the action scenes more plausible, making the Druid scarier (because i want to get better at writing horror, believe it or not), etc. Pro tip though: don’t write while you have a headache

And actually now that i think of it, I would scrap all of ‘Wisdom of Hindsight’ because it’s awful and uses a trope i really hate

Sexiest story?

sex?? in my fanfic??

but anyway!! hmm...’The Art of Seduction’ probably had the most graphic (except also not really) makeout scene. ‘Propriety’ (part of the collection) was almost definitely the most suggestive. ‘Howl at the Moon’ had the double whammy of a fakeout makeout and a fake marriage along with the kiss at the very end of the fic. so i dunno, i guess it’s in the eye of the beholder??

as far as vibe is concerned though, i actually think ‘Smuggle Your Heart’ is kinda...sexy?? *shrugs* Saddest story?

‘Specter’ without a doubt. *cue evil laughter* Most fun?

‘Smuggle Your Heart’ was actually wildly fun to write. i was really into action scenes at the time

Story with single sweetest moment?

not sure, but in my humble opinion it would the majority of ‘Burnout’ (also from the collection), particularly this sizeable bit:

Pidge would never admit it to anyone - except to Lance himself, maybe - but she liked it when he clung to her like this, or when she latched herself onto him. There was just something soothing about having another human body pressed against hers, a balm for the mind and a relaxant for the muscles.

Some of the tension trickled out of her as she leaned back into Lance, and his arms tightened around her, sensing her need.

“Guess what?” Lance said, voice soft and close to her ear.

“…did Coran get his hand stuck in something weird again?”

Lance rubbed his nose - scratching, probably - against the side of her head, then chuckled, the vibration reverberating from his chest into her back. “No,” he said. “Try again.”

“Hunk figured out a way to imitate peanut butter?”

“All right, you get one more guess before I tell you.”

Pidge rolled her eyes but said, “Did you finally find out how to swim in the upside down pool?”

“Oh, ha ha, very funny, Pidge,” Lance grumbled.

For some reason, that made her giggle, if only because the image of Lance’s last pitiful attempt to swim laps in the Castle’s pool cheered her.

“So…what?” Pidge said, turning her head slightly so that Lance could see her frown. Of course he would dangle a mystery in front of her without giving her a chance to solve it…

“I love you,” he said, pressing a doting kiss to her forehead.

Pidge’s face flushed, pleased and embarrassed all at the same time, her worries dissolving as easily as sugar in hot tea. “So?” she said, trying to show him how unaffected she was. “I love you too, so it’s not that special.”

“But you are, Pidge,” Lance said. He buried his face in her hair. “You’re special, and smart, and confident, and we wouldn’t be able to function without you. And anytime you’re faced with a challenge, it bows down to you, its queen - wait, no, it’s empress.”

Pidge laughed and rubbed her face. “Oh my God, Lance,” she said. “That’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“But it’s true,” Lance insisted. “And I know for a fact you love being praised.”

“Well…”

Lance let go of her and moved away, and Pidge missed him instantly…at least until he knelt on the floor next to her, putting him at below eye level in relation to her. He cupped her face, gently, and made sure she met his eyes. “You’re amazing, Pidge, and when you crack this code, we’ll all sing your praises.”

Pidge rested her forehead against his, reaching behind him to bury her hands in his hair. “But especially you, right?”

He smirked. “I’ll be the loudest one.”

Lance then kissed her, so softly it wasn’t much more than a warm brush of lips, and he pulled back before her eyes even closed. “Also,” he added, with a slow, sly smile, “it wouldn’t hurt to take a break, right?”

Hardest story to write?

This borderline crack fic that had a shippy premise but the prompter challenged me to write gen for it. i succeeded (i think), but was it worth it?? probably

Easiest/most fun story to write?

They’re all fun to a certain degree, but this The Wizard of Oz AU was great fun once I hit my stride. also honorable mention to ‘Smuggle Your Heart’, of which i wrote about 17k words in one day in a hyperfocusing haze (i didn’t sleep till 3 AM that day and i would’ve skipped dinner if my parents hadn’t reminded me).

(i haven’t had a day so productive yet inefficient since)

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

I actually....disliked Lance until i started shipping plance, and then my love for him only grew the more i wrote him lol. even season 1 Lance can be fun to write now, if only because he’s so ridiculous

Most overdue story?

hmm, perhaps something like ‘Failure to Launch’ because there’s a lot to explore in the adultier adults important to Team Voltron, particularly what Sam - the dad - might feel about his pretty young children getting sucked into a fight like this. but *shrugs*

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

not really?? i...kinda played it safe?? perhaps ‘Ink on a Page’ is my riskiest venture to date because it’s a long fic and i have a poor track record with long fic that i start posting before finishing. hopefully i’m learning discipline and like actually finishing things

also i think ‘Specter’ was pretty risky, as would be writing anything i really have very little experience in feeling, plus people tend to feel very strongly about major character deaths and i was unsure how people (particularly people i interact with) would receive it. and i guess i learned that it’s okay to take risks?? i was pleased with the way the fic turned out (even if it broke my heart to write it), and it was sorta begging me to be written (you know that itch you get when a story wants out??). and ultimately i’m writing for myself...but it’s still nice when other people like your writing too

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

Finish ‘Ink on a Page’

Finish and post my definitely unconventional The Holiday AU that’s currently languishing as a Word doc of about 20k words

Write something amazing for the plance zine

Expand/write my sailor AU (of which ‘Siren Song’ is the prelude)

Write a slow burn plance fic (to be fair, The Holiday AU and the sailor AU are looking to be slow burn, of sorts)

Maybe...not write so much by the seat of my pants, be less impulsive and more thoughtful, outline more but remain flexible, be more efficient so i don’t burnout, push myself to write even when i’m not feeling ‘inspired’

Not compare myself to other writers (sad but true)

write for a different fandom/pairing?? who even knows at this point

#this got really long whoops #qna #thank you for the tags though!!#this was so much fun #but God i'm still only just understanding how disorganized i am #and the fact that i forget so much of what i write is kinda sad #so answers may not be entirely accurate #reem writes fic #plance #because let's face it that's mostly what i write

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arkus-rhapsode · 7 years ago

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Fairy Tail Chapter 545 Review

Okay guys. Here it is. After 11 years the story of Fairy Tail finally comes to a close. So let’s dive into Chapter 545 “Irreplaceable Friends”

We open at a big fancy party thrown in Lucy’s honor for her best selling book, “The Adventure of Iris”. Honestly... Good to know Lucy gets a successful career in her ending.

and we now get the cover page...

It’s a little crowded, and I think there has been better shots of all of Fairy Tail together, but nostalgia is really kicking in.

The next few pages is just shots of FT being FT.

So Lucy begins to narrate some things that have happened in the last year. First about her book and then...

Oh god. Not you. Yes, Anna gets to live in this time period, with no consequences and not even a meaningful conversation with Lucy. To top it off, she’s now a teacher. Yeah, seeing as how all of Anna’s “intellect“ just kept making things worse and worse, I don’t think those kids are in for a good academic future.

Seems like Levy is pregnant. Cool. Not that this isn’t bad, but after the whole Bradman thing, this was kinda obvious.

We then cut to other guilds. Like Lamia scale and we find out that Chelia...

Are you fucking kidding me? I guess this war really did have no lasting consequences for our heroes!

This is the last of Sabertooth. Which I swear is just a copied image from the Avatar arc when the “Tora Tora eating festival” was introduced.

I guess Ichiya is Blue Pegasus’s master now? Well he did survive a suicide trip pushing Acnologia into a portal, guess he earned this title.

Wow this arc has done well at stripping away Kagura’s dignity. From getting striped by Dimaria, to giving Jellal CPR shirtless, to being given a magic induced orgasm, and now she’s a model. Okay there’s nothing wrong with being a model, but this is Kagura. Stoic, Badass Swordswoman, I didn’t see becoming a magazine model as a future for her character. She doesn’t even seem to like this! Actually wait! The caption says that Mermaid Heel’s girls all became models... Wow, way to treat the female only guild.

We cut to the party where...

Oh god, Gildarts no... Also Juvia, I know you spent time with Gray and developed the striping habbit, but you usually did it in combat... I don’t get why you’re doing it now.

Gray drags off Juvia and begins to lecture her on her scar...

So they’re canon... I think? Kinda... Sorta... No well explained... Hey wait! I just realized that this whole big plot point about how Gray will give Juvia an answer and keep her from being left hanging, doesn’t end in a straight answer, but a maybe?! AKA still left hanging! Dude, grow a spine and say it!

Wait... what’s this...

I love this scene! Mashima you glorious bastard~

We then cut to see that King Toma has abdicated, making Hisui queen. Yeah... Hisui... She totally earned it... What have you even done?Well she does make peace with Alvarez. Which is most likely going through a civil war to determine who is now the ruling body given the emperor and most of his top men are dead.

But Hisui also pardons Crime Sociere...

Y’know her telling them to live, would be a bit more powerful, if she interacted with Erza and not Lucy.

Yeah now the most controversial part of the chapter...

Erza and Jellal don’t get together. In fact, they don’t even talk. Y’know I did a brief post on my thoughts about this and I still stand by, Mashima is under no obligation to get them together, but he does at least owe them a conversation. At least. Because when you tease something like that, you really can’t leave open ended. If they aren’t going to get together you should at least give them a conversation that at least leads to them making the decision not to get together.

(Also Erza’s hair was that gorgeous without brushing it?!)

And Makarov can’t walk anymore... Oh god it must hard for him to make it through each day now, old, numerous heart attacks, lost the ability to walk. At this point just mercy kill him. Wait, he’ll probably live through that too.

Oh yeah and the other controversial scene...

Yup. Mavis and Zeref have been reincarnated and are now destined to fall in love again... Oh god... Why? You concluded their story! The whole journey of them as a couple had a great ending. Granted I felt it was weighed down by the Alvarez arc really dropping the ball with the whole relationship thing, before their conclusion. So this really feels like it ruins that big curse breaking moment, because they actually don’t escape their eternal cycle. Instead of being immortal they’re just reincarnated. Also one month is a short time for these reincarnations to be born and then make it to their teenage years

We get a montage shot of FT acting like FT and...

Wow... A ship with no canon interaction gets acanon ending. Mashima, you glorious bastard...

We cut to the next day in Lucy’s home, where... (For old time’s sake)

Natsu is in her living room. Appears she passed out after getting drunk, and brought her home.

And then this scene.

I know there are some upset that Natsu and Lucy didn’t get together, but this scene is really heartfelt. Regardless of the quality of every arc in question, I genuinely feel that these are two people who’ve been through thick and thin.

So they run off on another adventure... But not just on any adventure...

A 100 year quest.

So we close out on another montage showing off FT.

Umm looks like Fairies don’t have tails...

Anyway that is the conclusion, and after 11 long years the stories of Natsu, Lucy, Gray, Erza, Wendy, Happy, and Carla, come to an end, but the adventure of Fairy Tail lives on...

Post Chapter Follow Up: I’m going to start with the negatives only because I want to end on a positive note.

The biggest issue with this conclusion, is a lot of the individual ends feel iffy... Weather they don’t seem to fit the character like Kagura, or give a level of finality to their story like Jellal, or even acknowledge there has been a change to get us to this point like sabertooth. It really hurts because these are the last time we’ll see these characters and leaving them off with those conclusions is bitter sweet.

Let’s also talk about the controversial stuff. The biggest is the ambiguity. The “story” has to end without the story ending, thus it doesn’t go against a never ending adventure. There are things I think you can leave ambiguous, like Natsu and Lucy going off on an adventure, or what happens to all of the guilds as a whole. But there are some stuff that really you can’t do given the time spent on it. As I said, I am fine with Mashima not making pairs canon. Afterall, he isn’t under obligation to, just because the ships have large fanbases. That said he needs to at least give a straight answer. WIth all the time spent, you need to show us how you come to the end for these pairs and why that might not get together.

Another thing that really hurts is the Zeref and Mavis thing... Why? It’s not a bad scene, but it’s bad because it really ruins their already good conclusion. Doesn’t destroy it, but does make it a lot lesser.

So with all that said... Lets get to the positives,. First of all, I really do want to give Hiro Mashima for attempting something different for his conclusion than the typical shounen ending. I do think it is muddled a bit in execution, but this could’ve very well been just a repeat of Rave’s ending. I’m glad he ended it, his own way.

Another thing is the FT hijicks. I know a lot of the cast of FT didn’t do much this final arc, but it’s so nice to see them all get to show of their personalities one more time before the curtain draws to a close.

And finally, that moment with Natsu and Lucy. I know people are upset that the two are not together as lovers, but that doesn’t take away this really is two characters that share a genuine bond. Maybe not romantic, but it really feels like a finale for these two.

So this is the last time I’m going to do this for FT...

Final Verdict: 5/10

It’s too ambiguous

It does have some head scratching edings for characters

It has very sweet moments of characterization

Reminds of the jiy these characters brought me.

Before we go,This is it, this is the last review for a chapter of Fairy Tail I’m going to ever write. It’s been an honor and pleasure bringing you a review week to week. I wouldn’t be anything without this series, I could’ve never made my blog what it is without this series help, and all of your help dear readers. We had a lot of fun. Sure, at times it wasn’t always good, we had ups and we had downs, but that was what Fairy Tail was, a ride. And it’s a ride I don’t regret getting on. I hope it left everyone with some good memories. So till we see each other again, stay gold!

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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👣 Emmet McGucket

👣 - giant

Decided to set this in the main Stanley McGucket ‘verse. In “Stan Pines, Farmhand”, Stan mentions that he’d like Ford and Emmett (Stan and Angie’s son) to spend some time together, since they’re both polydactyls, and Emmett’s middle name is Stanford. But, as is evident in this ficlet, those are basically the only things they have in common. Aside from both of them being their family’s black sheep. Anyways, the giant bit is at the end, but I hope this is still satisfactory.

Send me an emoji and I’ll write you a ficlet!

Ford heard a small squeak behindhim. He turned. Emmett was staring with fear laced withdisgust at a fairy fluttering nearby.

“Uh, Emmett?” Ford saidcautiously. Emmett looked at him. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, I just-” Emmett cleared his throat. “I’m not the most outdoorsy person.”

“What? With yourparents?” Ford said.

“Yes, I know it’s weird,” Emmettmuttered. “But I’ve got that, ah, theMcGucket nervousness, and it doesn’t mesh too well with the weird things inGravity Falls.” The fairy flew past,grazing Emmett’s nose. Emmett shuddered.

Geez. He wasn’t kidding. How could this nervous, delicate young man beStan and Angie’s son?

“You must feel like quite theblack sheep, then,” Ford said, trying to keep a light tone. He set off again.

“Oh, yeah,” Emmett said,following Ford deeper into the forest. “Only non-outdoorsy kid, only non-science kid, only boy. I stick out like a sore thumb.”

That’s for sure. Emmettlooked less like a mesh of Stan and Angie than a carbon copy of his Uncle Lute,but with a few added inches. Gangly,tall, and more McGucket than anything, the only sign of his Pines heritage wasEmmett’s dark brown eyes, slightly rambunctious curls, and often silentdemeanor.

“Non-science?” Ford remarked,deciding to keep his thoughts about Emmett’s appearance to himself.

“Didn’t Dad tell ya? He brags about us kids all the time, I wouldathought he’d fall over himself to explain what we’ve all been up to.”

“Hmm, actually, yes, hementioned that you attend the West Coast Institute of Art. But he didn’t say what you study.”

“Dance,” Emmett said happily. Ford turned to look at his nephew.

“…Dance?”

“Ballet’s my main focus, but Ialso really like waltzing, ballroom, y’know, the classics. I even dabble in swing a bit.”

“Ballet,” Ford said flatly.

“Yes,” Emmett said. He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t respect that.”

“What?”

“I knew it!” Emmett burstout. “I knew you were gonna be one ofthose ‘screw the arts, science is the best’ kinda people.”

“Emmett, I-” Ford started.

“Ballet is an honorable thing togo into, for a guy or a girl, and it takes just as much dedication and practiceas whatever you get up to here in Gravity Falls,” Emmett snapped. He sighed. “I dunno why Ma and Dad thought it would be a good idea for a us tobond. I told ‘em, I told ‘em that wedon’t have anything in common except for having twenty-two phalanges. And I’m named after you. That’s it! It doesn’t make sense to force somethin’, and Lucy’s still back at thehouse and-”

“Emmett,” Ford said, “I thinkthat dance is a noble field. It takesdetermination and skill, and I doubt I have the capability to pursue it. I was just surprised, given how differentballet is from your parents’ and siblings’ specialties. But I do respect you being a dancer. In fact, in my travels through alternaterealities, I stumbled across many dimensions where dancers were revered aboveall others.” He smiled at Emmett. Emmett glowered.

“Are you bullshitting me?”Emmett asked. Ford’s jaw dropped. “Don’t act all surprised just ‘cause I know areal swear word. You have met my dad, right?”

“We’re twin brothers, of courseI have.”

“I was being facetious,” Emmettsaid, exasperated. “Of course you’ve metDad. But seriously, the only one of uskids who doesn’t use real swear words is Danny. She just uses the weird McGucket family swears.”

“…Oh.” A tense silence fell. After a moment, Ford cleared his throat. “You’re worried about Lucy?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, she’s- she’s the light of my life. I don’t like being apart from her for so long.”

“I understand,” Ford saidsoftly. “We can write this bonding hikedown as a loss, if you want, and head back.”

“Thanks, Uncle Ford,” Emmettsaid appreciatively. He rubbed the backof his neck. “I know Ma and Dad aretaking care of her, and spoiling her too, no doubt, but I still worry.”

“I have a child of my own,” Fordsaid. “I know that feeling.” Emmett smiled weakly. Without warning, a flock of fairies eruptedfrom the undergrowth, startling Emmett and making him fall off the path. There was a series of muffled crashes. “Emmett!” Ford shouted, going after hisnephew. Ford carefully slid down a hill,which Emmett had apparently fallen down. He blanched. Emmett had landed atthe base of the clump of size-changing crystals.

“Ugh,” Emmett groaned, slowlygetting up. He looked around,frowning. “…When did everything get somuch smaller?”

“Emmett!” Ford shouted. Emmett looked down.

“Uncle Ford? Wh- did you shrink?”

“No, you-”

“I can’t hear you,” Emmettsaid. “Mind, uh, mind if I pick ya up?”

“Oh! Um, go ahead,” Ford said hesitantly. Emmett carefully reached down and picked Fordup, then deposited him in one of his now incredibly large hands.

“What happened?” Emmettasked. Ford winced.

“Emmett, please, whisper if youcould.”

“Oh. Sorry,” Emmett mumbled. Ford awkwardly patted Emmett’s thumb.

“It’s quite all right. Now, you’ve been exposed to the size-changingcrystals. The ones that ‘embiggen’. You’re about the size of an Astrafariangiant, I’d say.”

“What’s that?”

“A race of large individuals inthe mushroom dimension,” Ford said, waving a hand.

“So I got turned into a giant bysome crystals?”

“…Essentially, yes.”

“I hate this damn town,” Emmettmuttered. “How do I get back to normal?”

“At the Shack, I believe thereis a size-changing flashlight that would be more accurate and effective thanjust using the wildly grown crystals,” Ford answered. Emmett nodded slowly, breaking off large treelimbs with the movement of his head.

“Okay. Then I guess we go back to the Shack.” Emmett let out a low laugh. “At least Lucy will love this. She’s sorta like you, Uncle Ford. She likes the weird stuff here.”

“Perhaps that’s a third thing wehave in common,” Ford said. Emmett cockedhis head thoughtfully.

“Maybe. But I’m never letting you watch her, if thisstuff happens on a regular basis.”

“You sound just like yourparents.”

#something i wanted to put in this but couldn't squeeze in #is that emmett likes to say having twelve toes makes him a better dancer #(stan thinks his son is the best damn ballet dancer in the world)#oh btw lucy is emmett's daughter whose mother left the two of them #stanley mcgucket au #emmett mcgucket #stanford pines #my writing #writing meme #ficlet #ask #anonymous #Stangie Family

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anyway-i-love-vanderwood · 8 years ago

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Crystal Messenger - Zen pt. 3

Summary: Mystic Messenger Fantasy AU. You’re one of the most respected knights in King Han’s kingdom until a horrible incident leaves you with a missing eye, a dead best friend, and a curse on your body that grants you tremendous power while driving you steadily insane. Desperate, distressed, and feeling like a worthless failure, you embark on a suicidal mission of unrestrained heroism, leaving your life behind as you try to make something of yourself before you die.

It doesn’t quite work out like you’d hoped.

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Everyone starts shouting after you punch Zen.

Including Zen, for that matter, although it’s more.. for you than at you as he puts himself between you and a very, very irritable guard with a sword in defense of your honor.

(what is up with this dude???)

You’re quickly approaching your ‘snap-and-freak-out’ point when Jumin – using his royal decree voice – tells everyone to sit down and shut the fuck up. He strides forward, pushing past his guard and as he stares down Zen (who remains directly and stubbornly in his path.)

“I don’t care if you’re a king or a prince or whatever, you’re not hurting her,” Zen glowers at him, and it’s then that you’re completely certain that Zen is insane.

Jumin quirks an eyebrow, and damn that doesn’t mean good things for the man in front of you. “She is my friend, and I would ask that you stand aside and let me speak to her.”

Zen, apparently, has a bone to pick with Jumin as he says he’s not letting this ‘emotionless freak’ anywhere near you. Jumin retorts by saying that, unlike Zen, he actually knows you and is therefore far more trustworthy, and…

“I know her well enough!” Zen shouts, completely and absolutely confusing you.

….???? What??????

he met you, like, once. what is he on about.

You’re distracted by a gentle hand on your arm, and you look over to see a very, very familiar blue head of hair.

V. It’s V. Thank the lord, it’s Jihyun Kim.

[the rest is under the read more!]

Behind him is Yoosung, looking notably distressed, but you’re kind of focusing on V at the moment because you’re going through complete sensory overload. Seeming to understand that, V tugs on your arm, telling you softly to come with him, he and Yoosung will get you out of there.

While everyone is focused on Zen and Jumin’s mounting conflict, you escape.

Your ears are ringing as you’re lead up to the clinic, and Yoosung – bless his soul – asks if you’re okay was you rub at them.

“Oh, yes, just peachy. I made a public embarrassment of myself at Jumin’s coronation and I’m sure at least half of that room wants my head for it, everything’s fine.”

(you kick yourself internally. You didn’t need to say it like that.)

Yoosung flinches, and V carefully explains that because of your, um… condition, your natural sensitivity to noise is even more stressful.

“Yeah,” you grumble. “And all it’s really good for is getting me to flip out and gut people, now.”

(actually, it’s probably for the best if you drive Yoosung off, isn’t it? He doesn’t need to be around you.)

Blessedly, Yoosung waits until after V has gotten you some tea and a nice, quiet room to sit for awhile before he starts ripping him a new one about how could you let this happen and why didn’t you tell me what had happened to her.

You wish they’d go farther than just outside the door, since your naturally good hearing means you can hear their argument about you pretty dang well. (Well. “argument”, it’s more Yoosung yelling at V about things and V trying to say he wanted to respect your privacy and it wasn’t for him to tell anyone.)

You… keep your opinions to yourself, as you’re a useless hunk of meat who hates thinking about stressful things like that.

The rest of the day is spent in that room, alone, and you try not to feel bitter that V takes off and doesn’t stay with you. (Though, to be fair, if you’d had your way you wouldn’t have interacted with him at all.)

You wouldn’t have interacted with anyone.

Jumin comes to visit you in the evening, interrupting you in the middle of one of V’s mystery novels he’d left on the shelf. His manner is cold, abrupt – but you suppose you’re used to that, and you’re glad that he dispenses with pleasantries and gets right to the point.

“Despite what all my advisors would like me to do, I’ve appointed one of the rooms in the guest wing to be yours, and you are my officially under my protection for as long as you want to stay.”

you’re pretty stunned by this act of protective generosity, given that, y’know, you punched one of the musicians at his coronation, but jumin just said that Zen probably deserved it and also w/e, it’s just a ‘for show’ thing, he doesn’t really care.

Wow. Thanks, buddy. Though you weren’t actually planning to stay. Actually maybe you should just go now. You’ve sort of already done enough (and you kinda-sorta-totally don’t want to acknowledge the Incident with Zen. Ever.)

now that jumin can’t do.

“what” you say, staring at him, and he bluntly states that, while he did argue for your interests, those who know of your..... condition now were, uh, displeased by the Public Violence you displayed. The nobility, citing it as an indication of your deteriorating mental state, want you imprisoned and made an example of.

“what,” you say. “so by guest room you meant jail cell?”

“no,” jumin says, flatly like he has no idea why you’d be upset. “by guest room i meant guest room, it’s just one you’re obligated by law to say in”

"how is that in any way ‘for as long as i want to stay,” you reply, desperately wanting to punch Jumin directly in the face for getting your hopes up.

“well, you’re allowed to stay in it as long as you want after you’re allowed to leave.”

He insists that it’s just until he can clear your name. Y’know, show that you’re not going to go eating babies or something. Prove yourself sane and capable of existing in normal society.

Fuck. Fine. Fine, you say, though you’re pretty certain you’re probably going to die here. You haven’t been able to prove you aren’t a slobbering monster to anyone outside the castle, why should a bunch of fancily dressed prima-donnas be any different?

God, this is stupid. God, you hate it! God, why did you have to be so damnably sentimental and come back to this place?

Jumin shows you your room, which you henceforth dub the ‘sulking room’ because that’s all you’re going to do from now on. sulk.

(jumin tells you it’d be more helpful if you did good deeds and showed people you’re Pretty Decent and you tell him to eat a cactus.)

And... you...... shit, you’re staying here, you guess.

The next morning, you arise to a vaguely familiar woman knocking at your door.

Her name is Jaehee, she seems annoyed that you exist, and she’s here to take you to breakfast where you’re obligated to act like a Normal Person.

“Okay,” you say, feeling super weird because Jaehee, Jaehee... Where have you heard that name before??? But you’re distracted from it during your walk down to the dining room by the sound of the reaper himself knocking at your soul.

you can hear Zen singing.

“Zen’s still here?” you blurt out, and Jaehee gives you a weird look, because of course he is, he’s one of the palace musicians. He got hired about a year ago on Jaehee’s recommendation.

She also sees fit to tell you that, while she doesn’t know what’s going on between you and Zen, it would be incredibly damaging to his career should it continue. So if you care about him at all you should -

“NOTHING IS GOING ON BETWEEN ME AND ZEN, I MET HIM ONCE.”

“ONCE.”

“I DON’T KNOW WHY THAT THING HAPPENED BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT AND IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE IT’S REALLY CONFUSING OK I DON’T WANNA SEE HIM I DON’T WANNA TALK TO HIM I DON’T WANNA BE HERE I JUST WANT TO GO AND BE SOMEWHERE WHERE THE WORLD IS LESS WEIRD AND FUCKED UP AND I DON’T GET KISSED OUT OF THE BLUE.”

you huff.

jaehee stares at you.

“good talk,” she says, and tells you that you should probably stay away from the gardens, because that’s where he likes to practice.

“oh, you mean the one with that cute patio? that explains why i can hear him, then.”

“what,” Jaehee says, and the both of you are late to breakfast because she wants to go listen to him.

Apparently, there’s a nice little spot among the rose bushes where you can get pretty close to him without being seen. Briefly, you wonder how she even knows about this, but that fervently adoring expression on her face as the two of you listen to Him is enough to tell you everything you need to know.

...Crimmeny crickets, were you this embarrassing over him back when you were visiting his shows?

You wouldn’t really call what you did bonding with her, per se, but you did... admittedly... enjoy the chance to listen to him sing again. Even if you couldn’t see him, even if he didn’t know you were there...

You felt connected to him again, in a way that should, honestly, make you sick.

What the heck was wrong with you...?

Breakfast goes about as well as you could expect. You’re shocked to see Elizabeth has grown a lot the past two years, and she was weirdly happy to see you. She asks you tons of questions about what you’ve been doing on your sabbatical that you really don’t know how to answer.

(Jumin distracts her, luckily, about asking her how her studies have been going.)

Other than that... you... mostly just try to avoid people. You hole up in the library to read, you stick to hallways and corridors that are mostly empty. You hear the servants whispering about you, and Jumin tries to convince you to “interact with people” and “make friends”, but you’re not really having any of it.

They’ll get bored and forget about you, right? They’ll see that you’re not ready to snap at a moment’s notice and... let you go back to being a wandering hermit?

Most particularly, though... you avoid Zen.

He seems to be looking for you, or at least, that’s what you overheard as you scampered down a hallway to avoid him. You stay away from places he might be, and when he knocks at your door one night, asking for you, you climb out the window to escape. There are a million reasons you don’t want anything to do with him - the most prominent of which being a thorough desire to forget the Incident with him - and, it’s like Jaehee said. You really shouldn’t associate with him.

You hear people talking about him too, and what happened at the coronation. You don’t want him associated with you at all.

It’s... difficult to totally stay away though. You like his work too much. It’s too familiar, too comforting, like chocolate or a familiar light, and, y’know. Jaehee showed you that handy spot behind the rose bush. It wouldn’t... be too bad to just... listen, right?

Right!

There’s no way he can find you if you hide behind the flowers!

Good plan.

(Occasionally you share the spot with Jaehee and the neither of you acknowledge it.)

About a week after your arrival, the sun is particularly warm, and you slept particularly poorly the night before, and his music is particularly soothing, and you find yourself drifting off to sleep on the grass.

It’s the best sleep you’ve ever had, you feel like, and you wake up hours later to a blue, cloudy sky...

And Zen watching you sleep.

Operation: Avoid Zen Forever - Failed.

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frostbitfun · 8 years ago

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well, Jess already beat me to the announcement that she was coming to spend a weekend at my place ( sorta? is it still a weekend if its sunday monday tuseday? would that technically be a weekstart instead of a weekend? ) BUT that just helps to prove my point at how amazing she is. I mean honestly, look how organized and on top of everything she is! I know this is going to be really gay sappy so I will try to keep this short as I can and put everything super gay sappy under a read more.

Jess and I have known each other for over a year and a half and honestly it has been an amazing year and a half+. It has been so fun and exciting and wonderful that it hardly even feels like more than a few months have gone by let alone a year and a half+! we met over on our DC blogs, her Harley and my Selina, but I gotta admit the first time I actually found her was before I even made my Selina blog. she was actually who kinda inspired me to make my Selina. she was the first The Batman roleplayer I had seen on here and rekindled my love for TB and for my old love Selina. she also was the Best Harley I had seen. I showed her off to a few of my friends saying ‘look at this amazing Harley! look how beautiful the writing and characterization!’ and then after maybe a few weeks of just silently observing her blog I created my Selina. she was one of the first people I followed and I am so very glad we started interacting. we developed a whole ship of our muses and bonded over the fact that we love TB and our muses and just all the things we had in common! ( which was a lot. we are the same person from alternate universes we have discovered - its the only explanation. ) we interacted for a very long time over there before she ended up getting a meme for alt characters she wants to play/has played and mentioned Tooth! I of course told her about my Jack ( like i said - alt universes. and she told me about her OCs in the fandom ) and nudged her a bit into writing as Tooth and behold - she made one of ( if not the ) best Toothiana’s here. in a way - we both led to each other creating characters that only made our friendship stronger!

I don’t know if you guys know this either, but she is a huge nerd, she loves puns, she is adorable, she is cute, she is StrongTM ( she can lift like 4 people at the same time up. she st r o ng ) and so so so sweet! our writing just blends and we feed off each-other really really well because of how much time we have spent both writing together and just talking together outside of tumblr. ( we once had a 4 hour argument over who was cuter her or me. we ended up using song titles and kept mixing them up to be all ‘you don’t know how cute you are’ and the like. neither of us accepted defeat. to this day we still argue who is cuter ( hint; it her ) and it probably will last a l o n g time. ) we ended up skyping each other on our anniversary of one year ( though it may have been our year and a half actually ) for the first time because we are both silly and neither of us realized we could do that till then. we are smart I swear.

recently, because of some of our chats over skype, we ended up creating a whole blog together. naming her, designing her, working out her personality. we also have done some other blogs together that we don’t talk about ( but we know. we remember what we did. it was a wonderful nightmare that we will not talk about. ) and again we just worked off each other to make something new and wonderful and fun! I am honored to write with her and I am so so so glad to have made a friend like her and I hope to be as good a friend to her as she is to me.

now I know this was a lot of just backstory - but this paragraph is specifically for Jess herself. Jess, you are such a great writer and an amazing writer. you create art that holds so much emotion and beauty and life that I just get chills every time I see anything you make. you are so funny, so punny, fantastic and wonderful. you make me smile every time we talk and I am so so so glad to call you friend. bae you are clever and creative and I swear you are the cute one on top of everything else about you being just incredible. yea yea yea I know I know, this is all gross and sappy and gooey gooey but y’know what I love you and I am so proud to see how far you have gotten with your blogs. I am so excited to hang out with you in little over a week and I cannot wait to watch movies with you and see your face when you get to hear the paugh in person... oooh I am almost paughing just thinking about how soon it is to seeing you bae! I love you ya big nerd.

#;; ( avert ye eyes it be the mundusa; MUN )

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cratersofme-blog · 5 years ago

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National best friend day 16'

Even though it’s after 12, it doesn’t matter to me because I haven’t slept yet lol. It’s still national best friend day for me. It’s funny how you mentioned the post I put up a year ago because I was thinking of it today. And everything I said about you. Who are you are to me. For the past 5 years Alvin. Has never changed. We’ve started off as best friends. I always cherish that. And because of that I was able to know who you are. See you grow as a person. See all your beautiful and perfect flaws and know that they make who you are. And that version of you is the best version of you because it describes and shows the purity in you. In these five years you’ve given me so much to hold onto. So much for me to take with me that I’ll never probably be able to re pay you for. I hope that I do. I hope I do my best. But most of all, you’ve shown me the greatest gift of them all, you’ve shown me how this is true; I fell in love with my best friend. It’s a blessing in disguise for us really. No regrets I have when it comes to you. Before anything else, this guy I love or this “second boyfriend” or my high school sweet heart, before all of that, it will always stand that you’re my best friend. I’ve had the honor to say I’m Alvin Gangarams best friend. And I’ve rightfully earned my spot lol. So many nights of crying we’ve helped each other through, from your nightmares to drunk nights to your insecure nights to the nights where you’re arguing or fighting with someone or nights where you’re lost in your thoughts, or the nights of me crying about my own problems and thoughts.. We’ve been through it all and we have a lot left to conquer. We’ve been though so many hard nights and still pulled through. But that doesn’t only define a best friend. We shared a bond I can only imagine having with a best friend. You’ve made me smile when I didn’t want to. Made my mood change just by saying silly things like being in a “bad Mahmood”. Just being here. Even when you’re not. I wish everyone can experience the type of best friend relationship we have, and hey if they’re lucky enough, if they end up falling in love, they can be together. Us, we’re a little unlucky. But that doesn’t stop us, of course lol. But really. I’m thankful. I’m thankful I met you, and I’m thankful. I left an impression, whatever impression it was, to make you stay. And make you feel like you needed to invest your time into knowing me. Without you in my life, I’d be missing out on a lot. I’d be missing out on knowing and finding my true best friend.

So I just wanted to say I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. So much random love. For this handsome guy. That I’m in love with. I love you cute guy. Even though you get me all rowdy. But that’s your job. I still kinda sorta just a little maybe a lot love you.

Hope this makes your Thursday morning a little better. I know you had a bad headache last night. I hope it went away when you wake up. I miss you btw. Okay. I’m done. Gassing you. Psht. I needed “tention” more than you. I was the sick one. Still am. Who didn’t get a phone call, lmao I’m kidding. But anyways. This was a long read. You’re probably like when is she going to shut up…

Okay. I’ll shut up now. The dramatic space ☝🏻️ I just wanted to do.

I love you ❤️

Honey 😚

Dadddddd-

You woulda thought 😇

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To love someone, is to deeply know who they are. In high school, this was unimaginable. Both friendship and trust eluded my life to the point where fostering isolation became the only option. Then one day, god just started listening. You came a long with your horrible math skills. When you did something in me changed.. And to this day I try to figure out what that is. You came in full of life. Full of love. And I admired your love for life. The same “little things” analogy that you carry with you today. I loved those two years of my life. I watched you grow in a way, that I thought was impossible. And as you grew, I fell in love in the silence. What amazed me about this whole experience was that I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at you.. You had Hamza at points, but I wasnt comfortable like I am and I swallowed that. I remember the day it happened, and I realized it. I realized when it happened. It happened the day you were wearing that red blazer, white tank, and tights. You said “dont look at my ass”, maybe I was. But honestly, I was amazed at who you were collectively. This will be continued..

Amazed. Because you gave me something more. Hiba, understand that my love isnt on the basis of how you look. Nor is it physical. Its narrative.. People like me, let the world around us shape who we became. You were the only one who showed me that I was in control. And through that I am the person I am today. Can you put a price on that? No.

Now theres always a hard part. One of the hardest things in my life was Farishta, and it represents a time where I lost complete control. I thought you forgot about me.. Casted me into the dark. But thats where I stood. I made a home in the dark, I was sane in the dark. It was almost like being in prison, but the thought of you .. That was my light. All of it. The whole entire thing.. It kept me alive..

And even if it was all for pain.. Ill love that pain. Because you were more to me than just what we caused. You were you.

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