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cozyfoxy · 11 months ago

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Time is On Our Side part 1

Summary: In 2010, AmazingPhil decided to make a video trying to time travel. He ends up meeting his boyfriend Dan in the year 2023 as well as himself, and he has a lot of questions.

Genre: Time Travel au, 2010Phanx2023Phan

Warnings: Sexual tension/undertones

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“This is a stupid idea,” Phil laughed at himself as he collected everything that he needed for a spell.

“My grandma was a psychic woman, and apparently, she passed the gift on to me. The last time I tried something magic was the tarot reading I did for myself, which you all think was about Danisnotonfire! Well, I thought I would try something more interesting today. My grandma used to tell me a story when I was a kid, about when she was trying to time-travel into the past, to see her husband as a teen. But, there was a mistake and she ended up in the future! She knew the exact date of my birth years before my mum was even pregnant with me. And I happen to have the same spell that she used!” Phil said in an animated voice to the camera.

Phil grabbed three yellow candles and made a large triangle. He lit each candle carefully with a match before turning off his bedroom light. He heaved a sigh and sat in the middle of the triangle he had created, using salt to link each candle.

“I’m going to try to take my camera with me into the future. I want to film all of it if it works. I think it would be fun to see my friends when they’re older. Or if I meet my older self! How awesome would that be?” Phil rambled, looking at the old piece of paper in his hand.

Phil smiled at the camera, grabbing it in his hand. “Alright, here goes nothing.”

He looked carefully at the piece of paper, wanting to be sure that he said the spell correctly. After reading it three times, he felt no different than before. The flames of his candles didn’t move or change, nor did the salt that surrounded him.

“Well, that was a complete failure.” He giggled, shaking his head at himself.

Phil sighed and went to turn his camera off, only to feel a sudden gust of cold wind. He shivered and looked around nervously. It was the middle of summer, there was no reason for the cold temperature. He swallowed nervously and focused on the candles, the flames growing larger and larger right before his eyes. Phil opened his mouth to scream, just before everything went completely black.

The first thing that Phil became aware of was the cold drops of water hitting his back and the sound of cars racing by on the road. He swallowed thickly and whined, willing the cold feeling to stop. He breathed in deeply and smelled autumn leaves and something sugary. An odd smell for the middle of summer, he decided.

“You alright there lad?” A voice asked, someone touching Phil’s shoulder.

Phil cringed at the feeling, whimpering pathetically as he was turned over onto his back. He blinked a few times against the rain before searching for the source of the voice. His stomach lurched a bit when his eyes met with another pair that made him think of hot chocolate. He felt almost like he might vomit, but his stomach was empty.

“Am I dead?” Phil asked weakly, trying to sit up and failing miserably.

The brown-eyed man’s laugh reminded Phil oddly of a hyena, but it was charming nonetheless. He looked the man up and down, taking in his curly hair, dripping from the rain. The man looked a bit familiar, his dimples making Phil’s heart flutter like the wings of a bird.

“Nah mate, but you might be if you don’t get out of this rain.” The man scolded, holding out a hand to help Phil stand.

Phil took the hand thankfully and pushed his black fringe from his eyes. The man in front of him gasped suddenly and moved closer to Phil. Phil was surprised that the man was taller than him, not many people were. He raised an eyebrow confusedly at the oddly familiar stranger.

“Wait… Phil?” the man asked, sounding worlds away.

Phil blinked and wrapped his arms around himself. He was still in just a T-shirt and black skinny jeans, not proper for this kind of weather. “How do you know my name?” He asked brokenly as his teeth chattered.

The man laughed again, shrugging out of his expensive-looking jacket and helping Phil put it on. It smelled amazing and it was comforting, familiar even. The arms were a little too long and they gave Phil sweater paws. He giggled and wrapped his hands with the loose sleeves, feeling warmer by the second.

“It’s me, Dan. I always thought you were insane when you talked about meeting me in the future. I wonder if my Phil is still here? Would he move into the past while you’re here? Or would he still be here? How does all of this work?” The man- Dan, rambled on while absentmindedly rubbing Phil’s arms to warm him up.

Phil blushed darkly as he listened to Dan. It seemed like Dan still didn’t know how to stop yapping, even in the future. “Wait… the spell worked?! I did it as a joke, there’s no fucking way it worked!” Phil argued, reaching for the camera that he had tucked in his jeans pocket. Nothing was there…he had to be dreaming.

“Your camera didn’t come with you. I remember you, well my Phil, telling me that. Here, follow me. I don’t want you to get sick. I’ll bring you to ours.” Dan offered, leading Phil away from where they were.

He somewhat recognized where they were, somewhere in London, definitely near a Starbucks as Dan had a still-hot cup in his hand. Phil looked longingly at the drink, wondering idly how far they had to walk. Dan noticed and smiled, showing off his dimples again. Wordlessly, he pressed the hot drink into Phil’s hands.

Phil blushed again and took a sip, nearly moaning as sweet caramel coffee coated his tongue and throat, “a caramel macchiato, my favorite.”

“I know, you spoon. I got it for my Phil but I’m sure he’ll understand.” Dan shrugged, pulling a car key from his pocket and clicking it.

Phil’s eyes widened in shock when the headlights of a suave-looking black car blinked on and off, “wait… We have a car in the future? I can drive?!” he asked eagerly.

The older man laughed at Phil, shaking his head, “Yes we have a car. Most of the time we still take cabs or whatever, but we live on the outskirts of London so it’s sometimes good to have a car. And no, you don’t drive. You’re my passenger princess.”

Dan opened the passenger door for Phil before hopping into the driver’s side and turning the heat up nearly all the way. Phil sat in awe of the touchscreen on the dashboard but didn’t ask any questions about it. He focused hard on trying to warm up while Dan drove them away from the city.

“What year is it?” Phil asked, nibbling on his thumbnail.

“It’s 2023, it’s the beginning of October. From the looks of you, you’re from sometime in 2010?” Dan questioned, driving carefully down the rainy streets of London.

Phil blushed deeply and nodded, “Uh… yeah, how’d you know?”

Dan chuckled, “I’m Phil trash number one. I know you inside and out if you catch my drift.”

“I…uh, well…” Phil rambled, trying to make sense of what was happening. He felt his cheeks burning and hid his face with his hands.

“Sorry dear, I forgot how shy you used to be. Well, are. Do you have any more questions right now?” Dan asked, smirking a bit at Phil.

Phil pouted a bit at Dan’s teasing tone, “I’m not shy. I’m just not used to talking to someone like you. So, we’re… still together, right? You said we have a place on the outskirts, so we live together? We’re still together?” He asked softly, pushing his black fringe from his eyes nervously.

Dan smiled kindly, “You’ve always been intimidated by older men. And yeah, we’re still together. We built a career together on YouTube and we still have a pretty large audience. A few years ago we started having our house built.”

A rush of pride swept through Phil’s chest at Dan’s words. They made it through all the odds. Sexuality had always been a struggle for Dan and though Phil was as supportive as he could be, he knew all too well that the internet could cause issues when it came to secrets. He smiled to himself while he watched out the window.

“So… are you out of the closet now? Am I?” He asked shyly, turning to look at Dan.

Dan chuckled, “I came out back in 2019, in a forty-five-minute long video. It was one of the scariest times of my life, but I knew it was time. Then, a couple of weeks after my video, you- well, my Phil, came out too. Wanted to give me time to take in all the love and support before he got involved too.” He smiled and blushed, winking at Phil.

Phil giggled at him, “Wow… that’s amazing. I’m proud of you bear.”

“Oi, none of that. You’ll make me emotional.” Dan scolded lightly.

The younger man giggled again and watched curiously as Dan drove towards a somewhat large house. He could tell it was relatively new because of the paint job. He felt cozy just looking at it, the house of his dreams truly. It looked similar to the house that he and his Dan had designed over Skype during one of their late-night conversations. It didn’t feel real.

“Welcome to the phouse.” Dan chuckled, parking the car and climbing out. He shuffled around the car quickly, opening the door for Phil, “Let’s get you inside and out of those wet clothes.”

Phil climbed out of the car nervously. He gnawed on his lip automatically, his anxiety taking control of his actions. Dan linked their elbows and led him up the stairs leading to the front door. There were two pumpkins by the door, sitting on a simple wooden bench. Dan pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, leading Phil inside.

“Oh honey, I’m home!” Dan called, taking his shoes off and setting them to the side, “And you’ll never guess who I found out in the rain!”

Phil copied Dan’s actions clumsily, setting his shoes by the older man’s. He realized quickly how fancy Dan’s shoes looked beside his own worn-down converses. It suddenly hit him just how successful he would be in the future and he felt overwhelmed, a slight dizziness blurring his vision slightly.

The loud sound of heavy footsteps going downstairs filled the hallway, and Phil hid behind Dan. He nervously buried his face between Dan’s shoulder blades. Though he couldn’t understand why, seeing himself in the future felt terrifying. Would future him even recognize who he was? What if this Phil was mean? Could he ever be mean?

“Who’s hiding behind you bub?” A voice asked, making Phil attempt to appear smaller.

Dan chuckled, “You know who it is love. You’ve told me for years that this was the day you traveled to in 2010. I never really believed you until now though.” he shrugged.

“Come on out now. You’re me, you should know I’m not going to hurt you.” future Phil smiled, walking behind Dan.

The younger Phil pulled away from Dan slowly and looked at his future self with a gasp, jumping back and stumbling in shock. He tried to catch himself against the wall but failed, falling towards the hardwood floor with his eyes clenched tightly shut. Dan caught him easily and steadied him again with a smile.

“I… uh thank you, Dan” he whispered, looking into Dan’s brown eyes with a blush.

Dan laughed and wrapped his arm around future Phil’s waist, “I’ve had years of practice. Unfortunately for both of us, you never stop being a clumsy oof.”

Future Phil scowled and shoved him playfully, “You’re just as clumsy, we’re just too long! Anyway, it’s good to see you, Phil. I knew it would happen, Dan! He was right where I said too, wasn’t he?”

Dan groaned and nodded, “Yes Philip, he was. Now go get him some clothes before he freezes!”

Older Phil rolled his eyes playfully before running back up the stairs, his footsteps loud and clumsy. He was clearly excited to have been right about the time travel. Younger Phil however, was very much on edge. He was in a strange place with the love of his life who was suddenly older than him, and the older version of himself that was so attractive, Phil couldn’t process it. Was that weird to think?

Dan snickered beside him, pushing Phil’s black fringe from his eyes carefully, “You’ve always been gorgeous, but damn, your thirties make you look delicious, yeah?” He asked teasingly.

Phil stuttered and turned his face, trying desperately to hide his blush, “I… no, well yeah… but no, that’s weird isn’t it? Like I can’t think things like that.” he rambled nervously.

“You can think whatever you want Philly. Anyone with eyes can see how pretty you get, how pretty you’ve always been.” Dan whispered, leaning closer to the younger man.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from upstairs, and older Phil appeared, holding a hoodie and pajama pants in his hands, “Dan stop flirting with him and let him get changed.” He scolded playfully, handing the clothes to his younger self with a laugh.

“Um… where can I change?” Phil asked quietly, trying to ignore the teasing between the men in front of him.

Dan chuckled, “Well you can change here… it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, right bub?”

Older Phil groaned dramatically and took his younger self’s hand, leading him to the downstairs bathroom, “Sorry about him. He’s always thinking with his cock, that never changes.” He chuckled, holding the door open for the younger Phill to walk through.

“It’s okay. It’s just he’s so hot and older men… and fuck! Why am I telling you this? Sorry…” Younger Phil whimpered, shuffling into the bathroom.

The older man laughed again, “It’s okay Philly, I am you. I know he’s hot but so are you. So are we I could say. And just so it doesn’t get confusing we’re going to call you Philly until you leave, sound good?”

Philly nodded slowly at that, “Yeah…that’s fine. Thank you.”

Phil hummed and shut the door, “We’ll be on the couch in the lounge where we just were. Just come find us. I gotta make my adorable, loveable partner stop thinking with the wrong head, wish me luck.”

Dan looked up when Phil walked back into the room, “I’m ordering some pizza for us all. You said he’ll be here until midnight, yeah? I’m sure he’s hungry.”

“Oi, don’t distract me with food. You’re in trouble, mister! Stop flirting with the younger me! Do you remember how shy I used to be?” Phil scolded, laying on the sofa and resting his head in Dan’s lap.

The brunette absentmindedly ran his fingers through his partner’s hair, smiling mischievously, “Yeah mate, I do. I also remember how horny you would get. But I’ll back off. You said nothing sexy would happen this time anyway. I’m not making you uncomfortable, right? Or him? I don’t want to be a creep.”

Philly walked back into the room, the spare clothes hanging a bit loosely against his pale skin, “you’re not making me uncomfortable… just flustered.” He explained, walking over to the two men.

Dan smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about that. It’s just exciting to have two Phils around.” He explained, patting the space next to him on the couch.

“Yeah, I imagine I would be acting the same way if I had two Dans walking around.” Philly giggled, sitting down carefully.

Phil and Dan snickered and looked at each other knowingly, “Trust me, you would act even worse.” Phil explained, sighing happily as Dan continued to play with his hair.

Philly froze, “You say that like you know…” He whispered, staring at the older version of himself. He couldn’t help but admire how Phil’s shirt was rolled up just enough to show off his pale hips and part of his tummy. The light brown hair that moved from his belly button and down into his sweatpants made Philly nervous. Was he thirsting after himself?

“Well, yeah. You really think we only time travel once? Morbid curiosity tends to get the best of us, and of Dan.” Phil explained with a chuckle, nuzzling his cheek into Dan’s thigh.

Dan shuddered, “don’t do that unless you plan on doing something about it bub.” He scolded, playfully pinching his partner’s cheek, “I just ordered some pizza for us all, should be here in like twenty minutes now.”

Philly nodded thankfully, nervously letting himself get comfortable on the couch. The house was nice and warm, it smelled slightly of cinnamon and vanilla, a scented candle was clearly nearby. He looked around contentedly, trying not to miss his own Dan. They hadn’t seen each other since the YouTuber Jamacian holiday, which had been just a week ago. It felt like a few lifetimes for Phil. What if Dan was trying to call him now?

“Hey, don’t stress about your Dan. He won’t even realize you were gone until you tell him. Time stopped passing in your realm and won’t start again until you go home.” Dan explained, squeezing Philly’s hand in reassurance.

Philly smiled at the touch, “can you read my mind or something?” He asked halfheartedly.

“Feels like it sometimes. I guess when you find a love like ours, you just learn how to read your partner like an open book. I can normally understand how Phil- well, how both of you, are feeling at any time just by the faces you guys make.” Dan explained with a shrug, turning his attention back to his Phil who had fallen asleep.

Philly looked at his older self again, feeling warm, “Do I fall asleep like that a lot?”

Dan paused for a moment, turning to look at Philly again, “Only sometimes really. Yesterday was a bad migraine day, so he didn’t get much restful sleep. He only does this when he’s exhausted or just really comfy. It’s probably both this time. He’s been so excited for you to come, to prove that he wasn’t joking with me. I knew he wasn’t joking, but I still have a hard time believing in this magic bullshit.”

“How else would I be here?” Philly asked quietly, frowning at the migraine comment. He had always gotten migraines here and there, but never so bad that he couldn’t sleep. The thought scared him .

Dan chuckled, “there isn’t any other way that I can think of actually, so I just accept it. Go on now, ask your questions. I can tell you have a ton.”

Philly blushed, not used to being so transparent with his thoughts and feelings, “um… was it hard? Being together I mean. I know you always struggled, especially as we got more popular. Seems like we get famous or something, so how hard was it to be… well, us?” He rambled, playing with Dan’s fingers anxiously.

“Oh dear, it was the scariest and most difficult thing of our lives. We always felt like we had to hide, not just because I didn’t want to be outed, but because what we have is so fucking important and special, we wanted it to be private. There were a lot of scares, a lot of anger between us and fights. We took a break but it didn’t last long, we couldn’t be just friends and we sure as hell couldn’t hate each other. Mistakes will happen to you soon, to both of us soon and it will be hard. It will feel like the end, I will turn into a dick for awhile and hurt you. And I’m sorry, even now. We will hurt each other, worry and hurt our fans and especially worry your family. But we always came back to each other. I don’t like to say soulmates, I don’t think souls exist. But I guess people would say that we are soulmates.” Dan rambled softly, squeezing Philly’s hand again.

Philly chewed his lip nervously, “you can tell me what happens and I can fix it you know? So we don’t have to go through that pain.” He suggested.

Dan shook his head, “No. It was scary, and so fucking hard but it made us realize how much we needed each other. If I had to go back and relive it, I would. And I know one day you will feel the same way. No matter what we go through, how scary it gets, we always find out way back to each other. Back home. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“Oh… okay, I believe you. But I’m a little scared.” Philly whispered, “what if I’m not brave enough? Or strong enough to take care of my Dan when this happens?”

Dan paused and pulled his hand away from Philly’s, using it to cup the younger man’s cheek, “my best piece of advice is to remember that you don’t need to take care of him. You both need to take care of each other. It takes a lot of time, but you will learn to be doted on and taken care of.”

Philly leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks, “you promise?”

“Yes you spoon, I promise.” Dan smiled, gently moving his Phil’s head from his lap, “bubby, the pizza is here. I need to go grab it.”

Phil groaned and shuffled away from Dan, curling into a ball against the side of the couch. Dan stood up with a hum and ran to the front door, grabbing the pizzas with a thank you.

“Wow. I didn’t expect him to get up and grab the food.” Philly laughed softly, making eye contact with his future self.

Phil smiled, “oh yeah, he spoils me. It’s nice to be his princess sometimes.”

Philly turned a deep red at Phil’s words, “don’t say stuff like that. I’m no one’s princess.”

Phil laughed and sat up completely while Dan shuffled around in the kitchen, the sounds of plates and glasses clattering and the smell of fresh pizza wafting into the lounge. Soon, Dan came walking in with three plates, three glasses and two bottles of Cola.

“We have a meat lovers and a supreme, and some chips of course. I’ll bring the bbq sauce and ketchup in a minute. Lemme go grab the food and some kitchen roll. One Phil is messy, I can only imagine how messy two will be.” He teased, running back out of the room.

Philly sat stiffly, shock painting his features, “Is he always like that?”

“Yep. He spoils me just as much as I spoil him. He’s a bit extra though. Our fans love it though.” Phil smiled, seeming proud of himself.

The three men ate quickly, with Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing on the tv as a way to keep Philly’s nerves at bay. It wasn’t long befor Philly found himself dozing off between the two older men. His head was buried against his future self’s neck and his legs were draped comfortably across Dan’s lap. Both men were holding his hands, thumbs moving across the skin soothingly.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to leave yet?” Philly asked, sleep lacing his voice.

Dan chuckled, “not at all. We like having you here too, but your Dan will miss you otherwise and you will miss him.”

Phil nodded at Dan’s words, “besides, we’ll see you again. Sooner than you probably think too. Next time will be less scary. And you won’t have to worry about your Dan.”

“Wait… Dan will come with me next time?” Philly asked shyly, his cheeks painted pink.

Phil laughed, “I think it’s next time, yeah. You’ll be back, I promise. Now, get some sleep. We’ll see you next time.”

Philly nodded sleepily, a floaty feeling overtaking him as he felt two kisses press against his cheek. Everything went black.

After what felt like hours, Phil woke up, back in the same circle that he had performed his spell in. He was wearing the same clothes that he had been before, not the clothes that he had borrowed from his future self. Everything was completely the same as before and he felt his excitement diminish. It was just a stupid dream. Of course the spell wouldn’t work.

He sighed and heaved himself up from the floor, stumbling a bit at the sudden movement. He put his hands into his pockets and frowned, feeling a folder up piece of paper. Phil pulled it out carefully and unfolded it,

“It wasn’t a dream Philly, I promise you that, We will see you again soon. Next time, wear something warm. It’s close to Christmas when we see you again! Take care!”

“Love, Dan and Phil 2023”

“No fucking way!”

#phan #phandom #phan fic #phanfiction #dip and pip #dan and phil #phan au #2010Phan #2023 Phan

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aimportantdragoncollector · 2 years ago

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Three Weeks of Trioholders Winners!

I’ve been thrilled by the amazing flood of content for my event. Now I’m proud to announce the winners! This will only be the first round of prizes. As a reminder, I extended Three Weeks of Trioholders for a bonus round from Monday November 21 to Sunday November 26, 2023. The details are here. However, I’m not going to make the people who submitted early wait any longer to collect their prizes. It was extremely difficult for me to pick the winners, and I had some very very close decisions. I loved every single entry.

First Place Winners in Writing and Art:

@missremember takes first in writing for [LISTEN], an amazing fic in the form of the Second One for All holder’s old recordings. I both laughed and cried!

For art, I just couldn’t decide on just one winner because the competition was too steep. Therefore I’m awarding a tie for first place in art.

@suugiart did an entire animation for the duoholders. I’ve watched it three times already. Words cannot describe my emotions so I will settle for WHOA.

@fanfictiongremlinao3 blew me away with this gorgeous trioholders piece. The shading is beautiful. I love seeing Yoichi so happy after his tragic past.

Second Place Winners in Writing and Art:

Nana’s Guide To Ending 200 Years of Pining by @samthehyena had me clutching my sides laughing at the oblivious pining trio.

@stealthsuitdeku made me laugh so hard with this drawing of All for One’s reaction to his brother eloping. If only Yoichi had tried this in canon, he might have given his brother a heart attack. I also think it’s a hilarious Dad for One-compliant detail that apparently All for One has laser eyes to match Izuku’s tear attacks.

Writing Honorable Mentions:

For @chaosverse-mainblog who wrote an entire collection for Three Weeks of Trioholders, my greatest challenge was deciding which one to award a prize to. In the end I picked A Foxes Love because it hit all my favorite tropes of kitsunes, Second and Yoichi being cute together, and All for One being a creep.

@teriiphelia for Innocent Accomplice which has my adored gender-swapped Second and Dad Yoichi.

@breeze-tells-tales for heart, don't fail me now because I love Anastasia AUs so much, and cute trioholders interaction.

Art Honorable Mentions:

I had a really hard pick between the two submissions by @thebnha-auhoard but in the end The Dragon and his Vampire won my heart. Just look at those beautiful wings, horns, and teeth!

@palebonedry this made me gasp out loud, the bloody colors are haunting. I’m fascinating by this AU and Nyavka Yoichi and All for One. If you want I’ll write the AU for your prize! (Or pick anything you’d like, it’s your prompt.)

@gracelyn33 this art perfectly captures the tragedy of the duo holders. I adore how you shaded the light across their faces.

@whensaturnfalls how pretty, I love Sleeping Beauty AUs.

@unknownreservations you drew too much good art and made it very hard for me to decide which one I wanted to pick for a prize. But in the end I picked this one because I loved the expressions on their faces. It’s obvious how much Second and Third adore Yoichi.

@azzabynes these three are adorable and I love how you made them dance.

@chaosverse-mainblog the one and only entry for the newly named Vault Breakers ship (Second/Third) is worthy of its own honorable mention. I adore the blushes on their faces so much.

Prizes:

First place in both art and writing will receive a fic of a minimum of 3,000 words from me (Katydid on Ao3) based on a prompt of your choice. Second place in both art and writing will receive a fic of a minimum of 1,500 words from me. Honorable mentions will be given at least a snippet based on your prompt (hopefully they don’t all get long like last year.) You can contact me to receive your prize here on tumblr, or on discord where I am katydid1. I’m setting a deadline of December 31, 2023 to claim your prize. I reserve the right to ask for a different request. And please be patient since I gave out quite a few prizes for this contest.

I enjoy writing prompts and I’m excited to receive your ideas. It’s been a blast to host this event.

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cho-aaacho · 2 years ago

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(Flufftober 2023) Protecting

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Flufftober 2023 Masterlist I Prompts List

Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Protecting, Bittersweet, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 18)

Ethan was there and stood with a blank expression. The moon cast a shimmering pearl radiance upon him. Above his head were celestial stars glimmering the night, making his somber drown in despair.

An air of melancholy surrounded him as a memory of his trauma filled the empty space of his mind. His tears, like rivulets of emotion, coursed down his cheeks.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. He fixed his eyes upon you, then turned his head to glance, yet enigmatically, at the glimmering night city from the rooftop.

"Why does it always happen to me?" he began, savoring the familiar sadness that seemed a permanent resident in his mind. "It's as though I was born for nothing."

"Why is it, Ethan?" You are trying to calm him. Squeezing his hand and peeking at the nighttime celestial sky.

"Ethan, everyone has the right to feel sad and happy. What are we? We aren't God. We cannot change our feelings that easily."

You two are now drowning in profound silence. Not a word dares to escape your lips after your last spoken truths.

A black thread, as black as a pearl, ties you and him together and brings you to this very rooftop.

"Yes, we aren't God, if we were God. We wouldn't be hurting like this." Ethan fell with trembling hands and left his shoulder sagging.

Ethan's mind is trying to piece together his good memory of Mia and him. But every time he tried, a tear fell like a raindrop.

Ever since witnessing the tragedy of 2017, something bad has been haunting his daily life. It has pulled him deeper into the pit of despair, rendering him lifeless.

You are his trusted psychiatrist. You were hoping that you could change his life to the old Ethan that Mia always knew, trying to cherish Ethan's life and make him blossom again like flowers.

But you and he share the same loss; both of you were touched by the cruel hand of fate.

Losing a beloved figure in life.

Your partner and Mia were coworkers. But Ethan cannot forgive himself for being unable to save them. In that village.

"Ethan," you whisper softly, feeling the soothing yet cold wind blowing through your hair. As you try to talk, you reach for his shoulder. Trying to heal his spirit.

"Ethan, we may not change our past. But I'm sure we can shape our future. Maybe we cannot see Mia or my partner again. But we must carry on. No one asks to be sad for the whole of their life. But I'm sure. Something good will be blossoming in our lives."

Ethan shrugged and lifted his head to face you. To see your calm and warm smile on your face.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. But his eyes are still watering from the tears. "Next time. I won't fail again, and when the time comes, I'll protect you."

You shook your head. A symphony of a night breeze danced around your presence.

"No, I should be the one who protects you, Ethan. No one else, just me. I don't want to see you like this again. It's hurting me so much. I'm still trying to find a good place for you to live without sadness and pain floating through your life. Let me take you to that place, Ethan."

Note : Please forgive me if it feels more like angst than fluff. But since the prompt is protecting, I had a terrible idea to write Ethan like this. (╯︵╰,)

#resident evil #resident evil ethan winters #resident evil ethan #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters x you #ethan winters fluff #resident evil fluff #fluff x reader #flufftober2023 #flufftober

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theallegedbird · 2 years ago

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2023 art summary but i try ridiculously hard to make it look like i haven't almost exclusively drawn tma since march

now for mandatory end of year reflection cheesiness <3

really proud of how far i’ve come this year, my arts got to a point i’m really happy with what i’m making, hoping i continue to learn and improve next year!!

also pretty proud of how far i’ve come in general, i haven’t exactly had the best track record when it comes to mental health and was in a really bad place when it came to my depression and anxiety last year and the start of this one, and while it’s had its struggles, including doing gcses and finishing high school as well as other personal matters, overall i’ve been well. a lot happier

i finally came out to my family after what like. two years, and while they still don’t really get it, they’re trying, and that’s a start. i went to a new school for many reasons, i’ve got new friends who share my same shitty taste of humour which is what has led to about 7+ pieces of questionable pale man fanart, i’m doing subjects i’m actually passionate about and for the first time since i was 10 i actually enjoy going to school. and for the last 2 months i’ve been cleaning, tidying and redecorating my room, which to me, many others i’m sure will understand, is a big deal, it’s something i’ve tried and failed to do for so long, and it felt great

sorry for rambling on what i’m trying to say is thank you, might seem dumb but this silly little podcast and its fandom has helped a lot, motivating me art wise especially

every single kind word and has meant the absolute world to me and your support has been phenomenal, i may be just a silly little guy drawing silly little gay people on the internet but i mean it truly

as of posting this it just turned midnight, happy new year!! :D

#id in alt #art summary 2023 #art summary #avery rambles #art #happy new year

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joy-of-life88 · 2 years ago

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Damian Priest x Reader ONE SHOT

First published on Wattpad August 12, 2023

"Damian, could we have a word? We just witnessed how the Judgment Day savagely attacked Edge once again. But yet again, it didn't work out the way you and your mates thought it would. The WWE Universe is curious what you have to say about this.

Why are all your attempts to ultimately take over Monday Night Raw failing? Do you think maybe you were a little too cocky? What are your plans?" I asked Damian backstage.

It was my job to do these interviews and yes, it was part of asking questions that you knew would piss off the wrestlers. That's what the producers wanted to see. Normally it was hard for me to be a little mean. But in the case of Priest, it came easily to me.

He was irritated with me and I was irritated with him. Why exactly? I don't know. Really... I didn't have a clue. We just didn't get along. He seemed a little too full of himself. And I wasn't sure that was just the character he was portraying. I also didn't want to spend more time than necessary with him to find out if I was possibly wrong.

It was better that way. I swear, if he called me spoiled princess one more time, blood would flow. I was so sick of people thinking I was only here because my dad was on the board of the WWE. Hell, I didn't even like my father. And he had nothing to do with why I got this job. That had totally different reasons.

"Well princess... if you understood a little bit more about our business, you would know that you won't get far here if you don't make enemies. We want to get to the top and no matter how long it takes... the Judgment Day will rise above all.

Mark my words, Y/N... even if it's hard for you. We have just begun to spread fear and terror. And anyone who doesn't get out of our way will get knocked out of the way." he replied, and then someone behind the camera said Cut.

"As always a displeasure to work with you, Princess. Now go make yourself useful on your knees somehow." he mocked.

It was probably meant to be funny, but he was talking to the wrong person about that.

"Fuck you, you arrogant asshole. Get the fuck out of my face. I'm getting a headache just thinking about your voice," I retorted.

"I bet you'd like that. But I know what you're really up to.... It's probably been an hour since you demolished that last piece of cake. Hence the headache." He laughed and then left.

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Damian POV

"Why the hell are you always so rotten towards Y/N? What did she ever do to you?" asked Rhea to me.

"Nothing... I just can't stand her and her attitude. And it's not like she's holding back." I replied as we walked further down the hall.

"You're both fucking awful. You bicker like little kids. If I had to guess, I'd say you're attracted to her," Rhea said.

"What makes you think that? She's not my type at all. I don't go for chubby girls with attitude problems. She seriously thinks she's God's gift to manhood," I explained.

"What are you talking about? She's gorgeous. My God so she's got a few more pounds on her than those skinny bitches. Who cares? I think you're not telling me what it really is.... I think you can't stand that she doesn't put up with your shit. Not even on camera." she replied.

"Oh please.... I don't know... She just rubs me the wrong way." I said.

"I bet you'd like her to rub you the right way." she then smirked.

"Not in a million years." i snorted.

"You know... One of these days I'm going to lock you in a room and not let you out until after you talk.

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"Good lord! Can you maybe just do your job? It's not that hard! I'll ask the questions and you answer." growled Y/N as we tried to film a segment for next week.

"I would if you were capable of formulating reasonable questions," I replied in a deep voice.

"Maybe I should just formulate it so you can comprehend it..." she muttered.

And so it went on for another half hour until we finally managed to come up with something decent. I could tell the producer wasn't happy with either of us.

I was walking back to the dressing room when Rhea intercepted me and asked me to follow her. She went into a secluded part of the arena where some empty storage rooms were. She opened the door and practically shoved me inside.

"Rhea what are you doing? I thought you wanted to talk?" I heard Y/N's voice.

"Talking is going to happen. You will talk to each other. In order that you finally get along with each other. It's annoying how you treat each other. Work it out." she said and closed the door behind her.

For a while it was silent. Neither of us said a word. I leaned against the wall next to the door while she wandered up and down the room with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Go ahead, talk," I said at one point.

"I have nothing to say to you." replied Y/N.

"Didn't expect any other way.... If you don't have time to write down the questions beforehand, you can't think of anything." I said.

"Oh he's such a smart one! You can't think of anything new to insult me with. I'm too tired for Rhea's attempt to make friends out of us." she replied.

"As if I ever wanted to be friends with you..." I muttered.

"Yes, because God forbid you should find out that I have brains and not just tits," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, if the shoe fits. But I bet you have a lot of talents that require your other body parts." I laughed.

"So that's what you think? That I'm a slut? Are you offended that I've never offered it to you before?" she asked aloud.

"Oh please... I bet you're not as good as you think you are," I continued laughing.

I just couldn't take her seriously. Even though I just saw the tiniest bit of hurt on her face.

"You know what? I'm going to shut you up once and for all. You think I'm a slut? Here you go, so be it." she then growled and came towards me with quick steps.

I had no idea what she was up to, but suddenly she was in front of me, pushing against my shoulder until my back was pinned firmly against her wall.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Proving a point." she replied and before I knew it she had already opened my pants and pulled them down a bit along with my underwear.

"Woah, woah, woah! Have you lost your mind?" I wanted to know when she already took my cock in her hand and started rubbing me.

I put my hands on her shoulders as I tried to push her off me.

"Hands off." she commanded in a tone I didn't recognize from her.

And at this point... I could no longer resist. Her hands moved faster and faster in a way that blew my mind. Never in my life had a woman jerked me off like that. My breathing became rapid as I looked into her eyes. She cupped my balls and massaged them gently at first, then harder.

"See? You're just like any other man... Powerless when you're being grabbed by the balls. No matter how big your mouth was before. You're pathetic, Damian. Look at you... Being pleasured by a spoiled princess you can't stand. When all you had to do was say the word.... No... or Stop." she said softly and seductively.

And although her words were insulting, they were somehow arousing.

I watched as she stuck a thumb in her mouth and licked it before running that very thumb over my tip.

"So desperate for attention.... With no regard for anyone else's feelings or past. You need to learn that there are consequences." She continued almost in a whisper as her hands continued to work on me.

"What do you mean?" I gasped, very close to coming.

At that moment Y/N let go of me, yanked open the door and marched out of the room, leaving me just like that. Exposed and very unsatisfied. And on top of that, confused and frustrated.

#damian priest #wwe #archer of infamy #live forever #wattpad #my writing #wwe one shot

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lovova · 2 years ago

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I see artists doing little showcasings of what they've accomplished creatively in the last year, decided that looks fun, and decided I'd do for myself an little inventory of what I've written in the last year as well, based on archive posts and what I can recall (I specify 'what I can recall', because I was not keeping track of when I did or did not update my main fanfic "Video Game Cruelty Potential" so...guestimates for that fic! I have 36 chapters, I can probably guess it was updated at least every other month) ~ So! For 2023: January: Did a fan-fanfic for my friend Lex called "The Other Rooms" where I explored off-scene implications of his cool-ass fic Room No.5 February: Created an alternate version of VGCP called "VGCP: Characters at their best" where I tried to explore some of the chars in the same setting being more well adjusted. I haven't gotten very far in it, but I am determined to get back to it this year! Also probably updated VGCP March: Did two short Kaito stories, an Oumota called "Playing with Phobias" where Kokichi messes with Kaito and a Saimota called "Luminary Hero of the Track Field" where Shuichi worries over Kaito's enthusiasm to sports while sick. April: Started what was MEANT to be a multi-chaptered Homestuck!V3 Kaito fic called "The Devotion of the Luminary of Skaia", but I haven't gone back yet to figure out what happens next yet. Thinking about it now, I think I was to make it a three chapter fic, but I just need to save some space to go back and outline it someday. VGCP? Maybe? May: A short Oumota piece called "Carnation: Please Handle Gently" that I got some awesome art commissioned for by the incredibly talented Ere. This short story inspired me so much that I'm actually basing a new original novel on the same concept~

June: I (believe) this was the month I finished Kaiden! An omegaverse original story I was writing and posting to Kindlevella. I am super proud of finishing that piece, and while I want to go back and create a more refined second draft before selling it as an Amazon book, I still LOVE this version as well. Very proud~ And VGCP!

July: Two Oumota short stories, "Touring Mortality" and "Execution Failed". Touring Mortality was especially fun to write, though I was amazed at the positive feedback Execution Failed got. It was very uplifting XD This was also the month I (re)started my original story "Pearls and Shackles". Also probably VGCP August: More Pearls and Shackles, more VGCP. September: Pearls and Shackles! Probably more VGCP! Can't remember! October: Can you guess? PEARLS AND SHACKLES! VIDEO GAME CRUELTY POTENTIAL!! November: This was a purely Pearls and Shackles month, and that was because I dedicated NANO (National Novel Writing Month) to finishing it. AND I DID! It super needs a second draft, its not ready to show off, but it EXISTS! So hell yeah!

December: A funny short V3 story called "Soulmate Goose of Enforcement!" I had a lot of fun collaborating with this one with Lex, and am hoping to do a chapter 2 with another great writer added to the mix too, Andromebaa. I also started the first two chapters of a new novel manuscript, a Hanahaki story about a pair of lesbians struggling with love in their own ways, but both trying their best! And, also, I updated "Video Game Cruelty Potential"

Did I overestimate how often I updated VGCP this year? Underestimate? I have no idea, that fic is almost 300,000 words long by this point, let's call an update every other month a generous average of how often I add to it. Other then VGCP, I did 8 Short Fanfics, finished a book, started and finished another book, and started a third book. And I'm not counting stories I had to write for my school year. Just ones I did out of the passion in my damn heart.

So, yeah! I'm pretty proud of this year, it was a good one. I hope anyone reading this had just as good a year! Writers, steal this idea, go looking back the year and brag about what you accomplished! You deserve it!

Have a good 2024 everyone!

#Writing Recap 2023

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dustedmagazine · 1 year ago

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Ian Mathers’ 2023: J'suis fatiguée tu sais pas c'que j'suis fatiguée

a picture of Mandy, Indiana by Chris Hogge

It has been, if you’ll pardon the language, a stupid fucking year (or maybe it’s just, as Yo La Tengo correctly diagnosed, this stupid world). On any number of levels: for me, personally; in terms of international politics (although “stupid” is treating multiple ongoing genocides with a bit too much flippancy); the endless buffoonery of local politics; the people we’ve lost, even as the now pretty totally unchecked global progress of COVID thrashes peoples’ immune systems if not taking them out itself; and all of this means I barely have any energy these days to worry about our imminent environmental collapse (remember?). It’s been a grind, but as always music is one of the things that make life worthwhile, despite it all.

Even musically, I felt a bit adrift at times in 2023; one of my longstanding methods of music discovery, the esteemed group review site The Singles Jukebox, called it quits in 2022. And except for one last round of our traditional year-end Amnesty picks (where each writer gets to pick one song for coverage with none of the normal criteria for selection), that very much appeared to be that. And then a stray Discord comment late this year led to getting the band back together, and starting in late November the Jukebox has made a pretty amazing (temporary!) return. As always, that led to me encountering a ton of stuff I simply never would have heard of otherwise (and some new discoveries even slipped onto the lists below, just one more reason the practice most places have of running year end stuff early December makes me wince). It didn’t shift my existing favourites from 2023 much, nor did I expect it to, but it did make me feel like I had more context on the year as a whole, across more places and scenes and genres than I did before (but still incomplete, always incomplete).

This in turn feels tied to a change in my year-end list methodology. At this point I feel like I’m never going to settle on a consistent format forever and ever amen; different years pull different things out of me (both in terms of listening and in terms of sharing), and there’s also a bit of a pendulum-swing effect. For the past two years I’ve gone expansive, 40+ records, various other lists to get more things in. This was me chafing at (entirely self-imposed!) restrictions from years past, and it gave me a sense of freedom, even relief. I still stand by those lists (as much as I stand by any part of my past self). But this year looking at my account of what I’d listened to, realizing my shortlist was around 50 LPs and that if I was applying the kind of criteria I’d used recently I could easily include them all… I could feel myself wanting to go in the other direction. It took me a lot longer than I expected to pare that shortlist down to 20 albums (still an arbitrary number!), and I found the process oddly satisfying. Trying to decide what made those last couple of spots had me thinking harder about what I currently value and what my year has been like (and what my differing experiences with all these pieces of music were like) than I’d had to in a while.

Those longer lists have virtues this one doesn’t, of course; I have an even keener than normal feeling of leaving things out, of failing to adequately represent myself or music or… something. So while it’s true every year that there are records I loved that I don’t represent in any list, I feel the need to re-emphasize that truth here, specifically. Sometimes what made the cut over the days I spent putting this together surprised me; there are albums I wrote positive things about that I fully expected to be here that are hovering just out of sight in the 21-25 range. Some of them are represented in the accompanying list of songs that either don’t have albums or just stood out from their surroundings (and as last year I’ve tried to track down music videos, a form I still love, for all of those). From past experience, some of those standouts will wind up representing albums that, if I’d gotten more time with them this year, could have made it onto the main list. I also couldn’t let go of one of my secondary lists; I just really love EPs, and I wish more people made them (even if one of the entrants this year is long enough I’d normally consider it an album, if not for the band themselves dubbing it an EP).

As always these lists are alphabetical instead of ranked (and where I wrote about them, I’ve linked to it here); as I said, just narrowing them down was hard enough. I have no idea how to assess the relative merits of (say) L’Rain’s playfully, kaleidoscopically deep I Killed Your Dog versus a.s.o.’s self-titled, lush trip hop throwback versus the Drin’s gnomic, garage-bound bad vibes. They’re all great. But I did have two that felt like albums of my year, in different ways. The first of the National’s two 2023 records, First Two Pages of Frankenstein, was already a favourite when some of the personal stuff I alluded to above made me profoundly grateful that they’d put out this record, about mental health and the ends of things and mixed feelings, in this particular year (and then they put out a second record, which is not here because nobody gets to double dip, but it’s also good). I had a less specifically autobiographical resonance with Mandy, Indiana’s incredible debut i’ve seen a way but it did blow me away on purely sonic grounds in a way few bands have in the last decade or so. The greatness of that record to me is in more than just how stunningly different it felt the first few times I played it (although that was an experience I loved); as I said when I made their “Pinking Shears” my Amnesty pick for the Jukebox this year, it felt like a second miracle when the album did cohere into a set of songs that they wound up being some of my favourite songs of the year. Despite all the other ways I’ve been tired in 2023, it’s never been with music, and artists like the following (and the prospect of whatever I’ll encounter next year) are the reason why.

20 LPS

a.s.o. — a.s.o. (Low Lying Records)

ALL HANDS_MAKE LIGHT — “Darling the Dawn” (Constellation)

Avalon Emerson — & the Charm (Another Dove)

Brìghde Chaimbeul — Carry Them With Us (tak:til)

Carly Rae Jepsen — The Loveliest Time (Interscope)

Chappell Roan — The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess (Island)

The Drin — Today My Friend You Drunk the Venom (Feel It)

Eluvium — (Whirring Marvels In) Consensus Reality (Temporary Residence Limited)

Ghost Marrow — earth + death (The Garotte)

The Hives — The Death of Randy Fitzsimmons (Disques Hives)

L’Rain — I Killed Your Dog (Mexican Summer)

Ladytron — Time’s Arrow (Cooking Vinyl)

Mandy, Indiana — i’ve seen a way (Fire Talk)

Mute Duo — Migrant Flocks (American Dreams)

The National — First Two Pages of Frankenstein (4AD)

Pearly Drops — A Little Disaster (Cascine)

Spanish Love Songs — No Joy (Pure Noise)

Tacoma Park — Tacoma Park (Self Released)

Tørrfall — Tørrfall (De Pene Inngang)

Yo La Tengo — This Stupid World (Matador)

5 EPS

Babygirl — Be Still My Heart (Sandlot)

Death of Heather — Forever (Big Romantic)

hkmori — forever (Self Released)

Tara Clerkin Trio — On the Turning Ground (World of Echo)

Weaklung — We Bring About Our Own Demise (Self Released)

20 MORE SONGS

100 gecs — “Hollywood Baby”

Blur — “Barbaric”

boygenius — “Not Strong Enough”

Caroline Polachek — “Dang”

Dua Lipa — “Houdini”

Eslabon Armado y Peso Pluma — "Ella Baila Sola"

Jiraya Uai & MC Tarapi — “Hoje Tem Rodeio, Baile De Favela”

Kesha — “Eat the Acid”

Lexie Liu — “delulu”

Maria BC — “Mercury”

Mitski — “My Love Mine All Mine”

Olivia Rodrigo — “bad idea right?”

Picastro — “Earthseed”

Raye ft. 070 Shake — “Escapism.”

Sho Madjozi — “Chale”

Tinashe — “Needs”

Tyla — “Water”

Troye Sivan — “Rush”

Victoria Monét — “On My Mama”

Water From Your Eyes — “Barley”

Ian Mathers

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kirchefuchs · 2 years ago

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(this is a long one lmao)

OKAY SO.

It was like 1am last night so I decided to sleep before sending this ahahahagsggs

ANYWAY

Regarding this wonderful reblog chain we had

(I don't know how and where to start ahahahahaaa)

hmmm. well, yk how I mentioned that The Eye of Michael (gasp. a rare instance where I don't forget a name??) took Stanley's voice? well, on the mask design I very much failed on, there was a clock (lmao TK reference) on the forehead part. originally, I wanted the mask to just be covering Stanley's mouth, because... duh. blud ain't got a voice no mo 😞✊ but anyway !!

(additional info: I took inspiration from a bunch of mask designs I found on Pinterest so it was very far from original)

the idea for the clock was for the ticking to be some sort of, uh, warning that he's nearby? like, just imagine finding yourself in an empty corridor, and all of a sudden, you hear a clock ticking in the distance. yeah, that's what I mean

(also I decided to change a bit of the backstory here. basically, The Narrator and Stanley are separate people. The Narrator was Some Dude™ who was in the middle of writing a story about—you guessed it—a man named Stanley. I already have his whole lore figured out but yk I'll cut it short for you so uhhhh blah blah blah The Eye of Michael finds him and encases him in a capsule where live wires that make him forget who he was before he became The Narrator are injected into his system. his voice is used as a way to trap and control Stanley—whose original identity/name was Jim (in this AU, at least)—and. yeah. The Narrator is trapped in a narrative facade whereas "Stanley" was the star of a lonely masquerade)

anyway, you can basically picture Stanley as wearing a full face mask or half of one, but either way, there's meant to be a clock somewhere and one of his eyes are meant to be covered in some sort of. uh. criss-cross threading technique. there's also the addition of some, uh, earphones? I think? they're not really that visible but uhh.. just think of them as the wireless ones, I dunno, I forgot what they're called, but anyway– Those are for The Narrator's voice. Just imagine a pair of. um. those things that help deaf people hear. wait.

HEARING AIDS. hearing aids, yes, uh, just imagine hearing aids, except that they're purposefully rigged to also provide a connection between The Narrator's voice and Stanley. It still functions like a normal pair of hearing aids, it just has the unfortunate annoyance of some angry British voice controlling Stanley's every move

As for the theme of his general outfit? I really wanted to make it fit the theme of the good ol "office worker" thing, so I had a little thought where Stanley pretends to be a tired worker at the start—wearing an ordinary face mask with the excuse of "trying not to breathe in the sand," as was written on a piece of paper (his lips/mouth is bruised as heck and the EoM did not want to take any more chances for instant suspicion), but during the times where Vash was alone, he'd (or, in this case, The Narrator would make him) wear his masquerade mask and put on some sort of blue (masquerade) outfit, with the cane that's totally not a sword/gun in disguise and all. With that being said, maybe the gang won't know his name until Wolfwood realizes who he is? I mean, Stanley can't talk, and. uh. sorry I'm going off-topic hahaa ahem anyway

maybe his title could be "The Masquerade"? not too sure but I like to think that he was trustworthy at first. anyway uhhhh that's about it! do whatever you wish with my two favorite brainrots :D and, sorry if I got a bit too-into the lore I made for him and The Narrator :')

— 🅰️non || Aug. 7 2023

This is gonna be a long one my guy....

🅰️non..... my dear beloved 🅰️non..... I don't know how to break this to you but the masquerade outfit, while a cool idea, is a flippin nightmare to try to translate into the Trigun universe. I tried so hard but it just want working.

Suffice it to say, venetian masquerade and space western do not mix

And it not for lack of trying! I have proof I tried!! The mask works, it's great! That's fine. But the clothes do not :(

I've got a lot of doodles here I gave up on cuz it just wasn't working. I kept having the problem where it either looked too pirate-y or too vampire-y, which is to be expected since masquerades were quite popular in the 18th century (the Golden Age of Piracy if I recall). And unfortunately, neither pirate nor vampire really scream "space cowboy times on desert planet"

Now.... this is an option....... and that is to forgo the masquerade outfit, the mask can stay, but I honest to goodness cannot make an outfit that works. So basically, my proposal for a solution would be to go with the aesthetic that pretty much every member of the Eye Of Michael has in 98 and Maximum. And that's the priest aesthetic.

You see, the Eye Of Michael has always been a religious group in universe, at the very least they pose as one. In reality they train orphans into mindess assassins, but they keep that church front. Hence why Wolfwood and Livio (and Chapel and the other EOM members in Maximum) have cross shaped guns. Also, fun fact Wolfwood was dubbed "The Punisher" because that was the name of his gun. I assume this would apply to Livio, and his guns are "Fangs" giving him the name "The Double Fang", and we know this applies to Razlo too, as he is "The Tri Punisher of Death" (you'd never guess, but he's got 3 Punishers :O).

Anyways, I did try drawing Stanley in the priest aesthetic, just to see if it worked. Make of it as you will.

I kinda imagine if we were to go this route, Stanley's cross would be a sniper rifle. He's already got a sort of stealth going for him, being mute and all, so I think it would fit. I could by no means draw said gun as I am only really good at drawing characters. But I can imagine the gun :')

Now, feel free to take my opinions and throw them in the trash if you don't like them, it's your character after all, it's up to you. But I do want to make it clear that I do love this idea so much and I wanna hear more of the story and how you think it would go. I'm curious if Stanley has a way to communicate back to the Narrator, because that could lead to some cool tandem character development. Like what if after Stanley starts wanting to break free of the Eye Of Michael, Vash agrees to help him free the Narrator as well. Since Stanley is mute, it could be cool if he communicated to the Narrator through his thoughts, so they would have to be on the same page for the escape plan to work. I mean, these are just my silly little ramblings, but this is all just to say that you've got a really good thing going here and I really wanna know more. I really hope my personal struggle with aesthetics doesn't bring you down, cuz I really truly love your idea here and I want it to work so badly.

But, yeah. I might end up drawing more at some point, cuz the idea is so cool and I just love all the story potential with Stanley being used by the Eye Of Michael like this. Anyways, I hope you have a good day, and sorry again for my inability to make the aesthetic work :')

#tspud #the stanley parable #tsp #ask #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #traditional art #tsp stanley #tspud stanley #trigun #trigun 98 #trigun 1998 #trigun stampede #tristamp #trimax #trigun maximum #kirche rambles #🅰️non

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starres-stuff · 2 years ago

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FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 6 | Ring

TW: Survivor's Guilt, Self-Destructive Tendencies, Alcoholism, Trauma Symptoms

--Back home after the events in Garlemald, Dimitri tries to cope with the loss of his friends.

“Last person I ever expected to see here.” a voice murmured from behind Dimitri, he turned his head the alcohol in his system making everything in front of him including the face of the person speaking to him blurry.

“What’s it to you.” he slurred, then sloshed more of his drink past his lips. The low lights and the warble of voices coming from the stage made his ears ring. It was an annoying sound, this low hum that just seemed to go on and with no way to drown it out.

“Hey I’m not looking for trouble, I noticed you sitting here alone Professor, and I came over to say hello. I’ll leave you be if you need it.” Somewhere in his fog, Dimitri managed to piece together who he was talking to. It was one of the custodians from the Studium that was responsible for cleaning up after the hordes of students that moved through the halls every day and like anything else on Sharlayan it had a standard of how it should look at the end of the day.

“Jeozoix Traiberuet” he suddenly heard himself say, that ringing was just getting louder now, the guitars on the stage aggravating him far more than he expected they would. “That’s your name, I remember meeting you on my first day at work. They told me after that you were quite the flirt and I should watch myself around you.” The blurriness seemed to clear after a few times blinking his eyes, his long ruby lashes seeming to flutter as if he was flirting himself. The truth was that Jeozoix was an attractive man, far more than some of the others he saw around the school, but he was also very open about his preferences for a partner, something that Dimitri could not risk with his Father’s stance on the matter.

“How have you been Professor?” Jeozoix seemed concerned, he even pulled down a chair and turned it around, then straddled the seat, leaving his arm to wrap around the front of it and rest on the table. “Haven’t seen you back at school since you went to Garlemald. Heard you had a tough time of it there. People have been talking about what happened, and I don’t want to pry but..” He trailed off then, raking his free hand through the short crop of black hair and settling his purple eyes on Dimitri’s face. “Wanted to give you someone you could talk to, if you needed it.”

This had been Dimitri’s life since he had gotten home from Garlemald. If it was his parents dreaming up some form of activity to help him stay busy, it was random strangers he barely knew asking him how he was. It had gotten to the point that he would much rather lay in his bed for days on end with the covers over his head. At least sleeping took away the ache he felt, unless the nightmares came again. Which they did over and over again to remind him how he had failed his friends and caused their deaths. He was in a rough place, far rougher than he admitted he was and the more these people asked what they could do for him the more he descended into the pits of the Hells he didn’t even believe in.

“I am fine.” He would eventually say for the one-hundredth time that day, he had started keeping count of just how many times he was asked the same question “The wounds are healing nicely now, they think the stitches can come out soon. A lovely memorial service has been planned for those we lost.” At times it startled him how robotic he sounded, the lack of emotion appeared one day after he tried to ring Saewara’s linkpearl for a chat only to realize she wasn’t there to answer it and she never would be there to answer it again. It was the same day that the ringing in his ears started and he was ushered off yet again to see the Medic. The physical had been fine, but later he overheard his Mother talking with the one Dimitri had seen about the symptoms of trauma and the types of teas or potions to give him to help him cope with what was happening to him.

“Dimitri, most of us down here know you aren’t fine.” He motioned around to the noisy makeshift tavern that popped up here and there along the dock when the City itself was sleeping. It was run by those who sought a new future for Old Sharlayan, who didn’t agree with the scrubbed version of life that those in the City itself lived. “You never came here before, you were one of the pure as we call your sort. You believed in the Sharlayan vision vehemently, and you defended the Forums' decisions for fuck sake, but here we are and most important here you are. None of us were alright when we found this place.”

Sloshing more of the bourbon he was drinking into the glass that was now empty, Dimitri found himself looking into Jeozoix’s eyes, he could see the sympathy there, the pity and it made his stomach tighten just like it had the morning after the attack. He didn’t deserve sympathy, he was a murderer after all! No, he didn’t hold the knife that took his friends from him, but he paved the path to their door through the snow and laid down the welcome mat for the tragedy to occur. “You're right I’m not fine, but I’m just not reading to talk about Jeozoix. Four of those we lost were my best friends from the summer of our sixth cycle. We were inseparable. They have always just been part of my life and now they aren’t.”

As he spoke of them, Dimitri felt his throat go dry despite drinking, and the room before him began to spin. He could feel the anxiety rise in his chest, and the desire to run pour through his limbs. What was worse was the ringing in his ears had gotten louder than it had ever been before and for a moment he thought he was about to get the ending he had begged for since he found out he was the only one who remained, the survivor who had no business still being here.

“Hey.” Jeozoix’s hand reached out to touch Dimitri’s arm. “Maybe we should get you out of here, You are looking rather pale and you are shaking in your seat. When was the last time you ate? Come on, I’ll buy you a burger or something, I know a place where the food is good if you don’t mind the grease.” It seemed like he really cared, at least in Dimitri’s drunken stupor he did, and before he realized what he was even doing he said “Yeah sure let’s go get something to eat. I’m hungry.”

Rising from his seat then, and practically falling right back into it as the ringing became louder and louder feeding the dizziness he already felt and increasing its hold on him. “I think I’m going to come back here and sing one night.” He chuckled as he felt Jeozoix’s arm go around him to hold him up. He must have been worse than he thought he was because the arm helped him to feel his legs under him.

“A lot of us do. A good way to get things out singing. Might want to be careful, next time the person who finds you sitting alone at a table having a drink might not be someone who actually has your best interests at heart.” Carefully Jeozoix led him away from the area at a slow pace and down the pier they began to walk, Dimitri trying with all he had in him not to fall over his own two feet.

“I have no best interests left, I don’t even know what to do with myself now. Hey, we should go back and get the bottle. I paid for the whole thing and I need it.” he tried to turn but Jeozoix just tightened his arm and shook his head. “No, Dimitri, you don’t need it. What you need is food and sleep. Let the bottle go, for now, there is nothing good at the bottom of it. It just dulls the pain for a little while, trust me. Once it wears off it is worse than it was before.”

Eventually, the redhead gave in and just flowed with the pace that Jeozoix set as they moved down the Pier. Somewhere in the fog, he heard the other Elezen talking on his linkpearl to someone and eventually, he found himself right in front of his house with his Sister, Patience waiting outside. “Hey, you tricked me.” His voice was shrill and sharp, another telltale sign of how drunk he was. No one answered his protest and before long he was helped inside, the all too familiar surroundings looming over him. For now, despite being angry. Dimitri was safe.

#ffxivwrite2023 #my writing #ffxiv rp #can contain spoilers #dimitri stories

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kriegertops · 1 year ago

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I don’t know how things went downhill so fast, but here is a few things I heard in SD during the championship last year.

1. Ash did not want to leave the Pride or Orlando. Ali was not playing there another season. It was a dumpster fire & everyone saw it.

1. Ashlyn wanted Ali to retire at the end of 2022 when she did. Ali was not ready and told her so.

1. Ash was not happy that Ali went and spent a week with Kyle after his operation to help him out. In Dec 2022.

2. Ash was upset that Ali didn’t spend Sloane’s birthday with them and just join the team in FL after the fact in Feb 2023.

3. Ali also changed her mind on a few things that they had planned on after retirement.

Ashlyn didn’t feel like a priority to Ali anymore.

The person I heard this from said they had a huge discussion in early May and some very hard truths came out of that discussion that Ash at that point knew it was time to move on & that it was essentially over, at least for her.

I am not taking sides but sometimes marriages don’t work out and it’s time to cut the cord & move on. I think they are both doing their best to pick up the pieces & find happiness for themselves.

Could this have been handled better by both? Absolutely. But pain, grief & hurt make you say & do things that you normally wouldn’t. I don’t think Ali ever thought that there wasn’t anything they couldn’t work out.

If we as fans or former fans of one or both of them are being honest with ourselves. We should have seen some serious red flags 🚩 in the 13 years. Go back & listen to some interviews the last year to a year & a half. There’s some really big red flags but we were just blinded by their cuteness.

Let’s all try to remember Social Media was a tiny fraction of what we saw of their lives.

My big takeaways of this are…

1. I think the timing of Ash’s retirement changed the dynamic of their relationship in a way.

2. Caring for two children under two will test the strongest of marriages.

3. I am not really sure what Ash meant in her post about not always being entirely happy in their relationship but adopting two children together is a huge commitment, if you know where I’m going with this.

There’s more takeaways, but in all reality, this was not a relationship that was going to survive no matter where they lived or who retired when, or how many children they had. They were two people that wanted different things in life & neither wanted to give & take. This was a classic case of both of them contributing to a failed marriage but thats how it usually works. It’s not just one person.

PS. Sophia Bush should have known better. But there was always going to be someone next for Ash because she is just more needy than Ali. That’s not being mean, it’s just a fact.

These are some really interesting points and it all does make sense. As I’ve said before not all marriages or relationships last. Both Ali and Ashlyn contributed to the downfall of their marriage. All of these challenges make sense and are ones that they should have tried to work through a little longer in my opinion considering they adopted children and made so many promises to the birth parents. Regardless though when done properly separations and divorces work.

None of these things though excuse cheating and that’s the bottom line. There’s no way Ashlyn was actually trying to work through her marriage like she claimed to be while partying all summer and fucking around with her mistress. Furthermore Ashlyn’s acted like a selfish prick throughout and none of her behaviour has been acceptable.

Once again separations and divorces happen and it makes sense that with Ashlyn’s retirement major life changes happened. But that doesn’t excuse Ashlyn’s behaviour. Ya we should’ve seen the red flags over the years and tbh I had already been pretty skeptical but things happened so quick and during Ali’s last season and honestly I think the speed of the separation and divorce had a lot to do with Ashlyn fucking around and wanting to be with the homewrecker….. other wise it would’ve made sense to just hold on until after Ali’s retirement and handle things quietly then when both of them would be out of the spotlight and have privacy.

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third-half · 2 years ago

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2023 Self Check

Honestly, having an overall middling year where most of my troubles were my brain’s fault was kind of a breath of fresh air. Being out of commission for most of last year with a fucked up knee at least got me thankful every morning I can get up and walk around without a brace or cane. I don’t really agree with the doctors and my Dad that I’m “young” but I’m apparently still young enough I can heal. That said, I’m kind of let down in myself for letting depression and laziness get the best of me like, worse than usual this year. It hit kind of hard when sitting back and going through old archives of content and realizing that:

Sketch-A-Day was 2015 Eishi and Dixie was before that Revolver Knight ran from 2005-2008 or 2009

Meaning I’d basically failed to really deliver on any of the series/game/etc ideas I’d pitched from 2016 onward with the arguable exception of the dungeon crawler card game’s first version. If anyone was curious as to whether I’d touched on some of that stuff in the meantime the status of my Things right now is:

Angel Dust (The Gatty Thing)- Pretty much axed, as much as I love the character, it was kind of turning into edge for edge’s sake. The thing about Gatty Ling is I’ve had the idea of an erratic, destructive but adorable and well meaning character kicking around for ages but she’s kind of just a blank slate beyond those traits and I’ve tried to plunk her into like three completely unrelated settings with different origins. I was also attempting to kind of do a distinct art… sub…style with her stuff closer to a moe VN look, really pump up the cute to make the dark stuff pop, but well, Madoka already exists and the last iteration was basically Madoka with Robots. I probably wouldn’t rule it out forever but I’ve kind of been using some bits and pieces of the setting to flesh out the Plane Girls Thing

Revolver Knight Reload- I got like three pages into drawing a complete remake of my old webcomic, but kind of got cold feet from a combination of things. I didn’t think I was ready to take on another gigantic long form story, though I promise that the new version was *MUCH* more refined. Like Gatty, I wouldn’t say it’s *impossible* I mess with this, but I think I might look into something closer to a light novel with spot illustrations than a full on comic in the interest of like, finishing before I die.

Critical Heaven (The plane girl thing)- Still active, but having a bit of an identity crisis. It began as a ‘skirmish’ tabletop wargame then I got to thinking about it as more of a shmup-inspired duel game. The format of tabletop/print is also kind of iffy because I know people would be more likely to play it digitally and I have like, zip experience putting a substantial game project together. There’s also a more or less complete ‘campaign’ jotted half in my head and half in my notepad (putting it in a game with multiple endings would save me from deciding which ending to give it, hmmm.) But in short, yeah this is still being picked at.

Irrgarten (The Dungeon Card Thing)- I know I lead off with kind of the downer limbo thing but I’ve actually not totally abandoned this, definitely not the setting. Surprise, Radona is from this world! Really, I could probably bring this back pretty easily by revising the original game rules, the biggest issue we ran into play testing was that items didn’t ‘feel’ very valuable- characters were strong enough on their own not to need them. Maybe I can bump this up in priority.

There are probably other story ideas I’ve mentioned over the years and not followed up on, but characters from axed stuff do tend to surface in other projects if I’m attached enough to them. If there are any particular things that you enjoyed my work in or reading about in the past, do let me know. I’ve had a hard time motivating myself, so a nudge wouldn’t be a bad thing about now. Next year, I would really like to put more effort into having a regular “thing” to work on, maybe I’ll bring back some gag comics. Definitely plan to do more drawing in general because drawing one decent thing then going radio silent for two weeks leads to needing to de-rust like, every time. I’m a creature very vulnerable to inertia.

So, no promises here, but my goals going into 2024:

Put some time into practicing more ‘dynamic’ content like simple animation and game design since I have like three game making programs sitting around

Regular art posting, with a focus on improving quality and speed

Minding my health more since it’s easier to be active when there’s less of me to move

Establish a more regular streaming schedule since it helps me trim down my backlog

This kind of turned into more navel gazing than I had planned to be doing, but I thought this was a good time to touch base on some things since I’m back to posting here… well, okay, ‘regularly’ is a stretch, but there are a lot of things I’ve brought up before and not followed up on in a long time. If anyone has still been reading this- thank you, truly. I hope that with a bit more focus and less dwelling on the gnawing darkness in my gut, we can have some fun here again.

Oh, yeah, by the way- also been kicking around a top X games list I may get to posting soon, but may save for New Years Eve.

#meandering #who reads this

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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I have tried to share a self-insert and an OC three times now, but every time I write it out it looks like an essay. And I've rewritten this four times now and I can't seem to make it any shorter. This is my last-ditch effort to try this, with just the OC, the self-insert loses.

My OC is actually my mom-figure for my self-insert. Her name is Shura and she's 6'5 with long red hair kept in a high ponytail (the shade is similar to Kid's but less crimson and more fiery). Her bangs are parted in the middle technically but they sweep to each side and obscure her eyes: left bangs are platinum blonde & right bangs are mid-lavender. Her eyes, which she keeps obscured on purpose, are so pale grey they almost look clear—hence hiding them because her eyes creep EVERYONE out including herself if she looks in a mirror.

My favorite thing about her is she always has my back. Whether I need comfort or protection or wisdom, she never fails to show up and be there. She helps me work through things and also encourages me when all the other narratives in my head are negative, she shines like the sun and pushes them back.

Her worst trait is easily her temper. She's more of a grievously maim you first then interrogate you later if you survived kind of gal. I think it's a redhead thing. They're just feistier.

Don't know about her and foods.

I've had her since March 2021, so she actually predates One Piece for me. I didn't begin watching One Piece until March 2023. Shura came about during my Kuroko no Basuke (KnB) phase (which I'm still in, never left it) where she was still my mom-figure for that anime self-insert but there she was a normal human (and a badass basketball/volleyball coach). In One Piece she's not even human, she just masquerades as one.

Who do I ship her with? Four very different people yielding in four very different outcomes.

Sir Crocodile + Shura = Divorce. It's inevitable. Her temper just isn't made to jive with his ego or his desire to rule a freaking country. They definitely got divorced pre-Alabasta and while they definitely didn't work out as a couple, they remain tentatively amicable with one another and even remain allies once Crocodile sets up the Cross Guild. But she won't ally with him pre-Cross Guild. Wasn't even upset he got sent to Impel.

Doflamingo + Shura = Variations. Some days she's a one-night stand that yielded offspring and he couldn't care less or he wants to manipulate said offspring. Other days they are in love with each other, and sometimes it's an arranged deal that sours. It depends on what I'm feeling/need at the time.

Borsalino + Shura = Happily Married. He's laid-back enough to not be perturbed by her temper or morals. The government makes it hard for them to stay together so they go their separate ways but never divorce. Borsi uses his rank to keep his family hidden from the government and even hidden from Akainu (Kuzan knows but keeps his mouth shut—too lazy to snitch). If his family secret is ever exposed, he may or may not walk from his post as a Marine (don't know him well enough to make that call accurately at this time).

Sakazuki + Shura = Murder. Who didn't see this coming? The one time it worked as a loving marriage, I had a fever from Covid and so it was quite literally a fever dream. Sakazuki always murders Shura, every time without fail. They start off madly in love but as he devolves more and more into his Absolute Justice philosophy, she pushes back against it because his philosophy isn't hers. He has no tolerance for naysayers and ends up murdering her. Her sister Ayako hides the offspring from Sakazuki until the child is grown and capable of making her own decisions.

Shura does not have a devil fruit but she is fire-based in her own abilities. If she is stripped of her power, she relies on her sword which is lovingly named Firebird. Shura's nickname is Redbird.

Shura is heavily based off of my own Mom. Her nickname is from the real-life heroine of medieval China. Her appearance is heavily based on Shura Kirigakure (no, the name isn't from this Shura, that was one hell of a coincidence) of Blue Exorcist—obviously with modifications. While Kirigakure is snake-based my Shura is Phoenix-based and I pulled from mythologies as well as a TCG called Legend of the Five Rings. One of the clans in that game was the Phoenix clan and I've based Shura's lineage to the Dragon clan of the same game.

😳

Oh wow! You’ve really got thought into her - I love that! It’s definitely good to have a reliable mom figure who is fierce and supportive for you and your self-insert - especially in the One Piece where mothers are suspect at best and dead at most ^^;

Though to be fair, mother is a statistically dangerous vocation, so I can see why.

I love the design too, you describe her very well; and I love the eyes. Oh man the PAIRINGS are something else too, poor gal has a type and aside from, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, Borsalino her type is not kind to her.

Well, I guess the Croco pairing is also mostly good too, since they didn’t kill one another and were able to keep things amicable.

I LOVE the details though - thank you very much for sharing!

(Shura from Blue Exorcist is really cool too!)

#quin answers #reader insert #self ship

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lilartifex · 2 years ago

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Ink and Fictober 2023 Day 3: "Okay, show me."

Inktober Prompt #3: Path

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Good Omens

Character/s: Crowley, Side Characters, Mentioned Aziraphale

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Crowley is Good with Kids, Walks in the Park, Christmas, Inspired by Music

Summary: Christmas always reminded Crowley of angels (or a very special one, at least). Now it leaves a bitter, vile taste in his mouth and Crowley can't wait for it to end.

Quick Note: There is a piece of music embedded further down the story. It's a Swedish folk song and the English lyrics mentioned here aren't the same as those officially written because they're the ones my choir sang when I was a kid. I strongly encourage you to have it playing in the last few paragraphs if you can. :)

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Crowley didn’t mind Christmas, usually.

Technically, he should despise it and all it stood for - he was a demon, after all - but ever since the holiday had come about sometime in the third century, he’d found himself quite fond of it. Good food, good wine, plenty of plants and a whole day when Hell was guaranteed not to bother him. Although he could do with less of the carolling and choirs showing up on his doorstep (which he hadn’t actually had to worry about since he’d started living in the Bently, but still).

And it always reminded him of angels. Or one, very particular angel.

But this year, Crowley despised it.

He hated it with his entire being, with every fibre of his demonic entity. Everything that had once made Christmas tolerable now made it insufferable to him; the lights were too cheerful, the gifts too full of love, and the little angels people still placed on top of their Christmas trees leered down at him mockingly. He <em>especially</em> hated the angels.

He found himself hiding away in the Bently, wishing he could just fall asleep and set a timer for January next year. Or maybe several years after that. But every time Crowley tried, his thoughts came back to haunt him. There were memories of other Christmases when he could convince Aziraphale to down bottles of wine ‘because it was the season’ and watch the angel try to drunkenly sing Christmas carols and fail atrociously. Or quieter times when they would simply have tea at the Ritz and stroll along the duck pond, chatting about nothing and everything at the same time.

But those memories were tainted now. Tainted with the grief and knowledge that they won’t happen this year, or indeed, ever again. There won’t be a friendly, angelic face waiting for him in the next year like there had been in recent years. There would be no warm bookshop or dinners at the Ritz. No strolls along the lake or picnics under trees. No nightingales to sing their song in Berkley Square.

There was just Crowley. And a shattered, broken heart.

So, after failing for the third time in a row to quiet his loud thoughts (and possibly setting a nearby Christmas tree on fire by accident), Crowley decided to go for a walk.

He locked the Bently and let his feet carry him wherever they wanted to go, his shoes making soft crunching noises as he trod over a thin layer of frost and snow. There weren’t many people out tonight. It wasn’t quite Christmas yet, but Crowley still passed a few children’s choirs, all bundled up to sing their little hearts out. Crowley blocked them out.

It wasn’t until he found himself standing in front of a familiar pond that he realised where his feet had been taking him. They’d been instinctively walking to one of the few places he hadn’t felt alone, even when he didn’t have Aziraphale beside him.

The duck pond was frozen over now, and most of the ducks were gone. Crowley wasn’t too sure if they were the kind that migrated, and he didn’t really care anymore. Everything felt numb and fuzzy, save for the frigid air that he drew into his lungs, burning with each breath and clouding in front of his eyes with each exhale.

He stood there, alone, for a few minutes. Just breathing. Then, as he turned to leave, something small wrapped around his hand.

Crowley looked down, a little surprised.

“Hi there mister,” said the little girl that had grabbed his hand. “You look sad. Want to come with us?”

Crowley blinked at her slowly, then looked around. A couple were standing a few metres off, clearly waiting for her. For him?

Crowley stared at her. “...Why?” he croaked.

The girl grinned. “We were going to watch the choir and you looked lonely and sad. Nobody should be lonely and sad at Christmas.”

Crowley wanted to point out that yes, people were lonely and sad at Christmas, and yes, he was one of them, and no, he did not want to come, but she started pulling him along anyway, in the direction of whom he guessed were her parents. He was about to tell her that she really shouldn’t be walking up to random strangers and pulling their hands, but she gazed up at him with wide, cheerful eyes. Crowley sighed. He’d always had a soft spot for kids.

“Okay. Show me,” he relented. The girl’s grin widened.

“This way!” she called happily, dragging him along. Her parents gave him apologetic smiles but he just shrugged at them and shoved his hands in his pockets. He’d had nothing better to do anyway.

As they walked down the path, the sound of children singing drifted through the air around them, getting louder as they approached.

“Who can sail without the wind?”

“Without oars who can row?”

Crowley frowned. This didn’t sound like a Christmas carol.

The girl and her parents joined a small crowd that had already gathered around the choir, made up of small children aged between eight and twelve. A black-clad conductor was instructing the children with a baton. The girl waved at another who was standing among the choir’s rows, each sharing a goofy, best-friend smile with eachother. Crowley’s heart clenched painfully.

“Who can leave a friend behind?”

The choir girl made a face and her friend in the audience laughed.

“Without the tears that flow?”

When the choir had finished their song, the girl looked over her shoulder, beaming.

Crowley was gone.

#fictober23 #writing #creative writing #writing challenge #inktober #inktober23 #inktober2023 #fictober #fictober event #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce

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