#when I realized it was my own fic I just died XD

[cgarttrailsandtails]

I’m dying of laughter at my own expense rn!

I just read a comment on one of my really old fics being like “where’s the next chapter?” Cause the first one left off on a cliffhanger, and I didn’t even recognize the name of the fic because I f*cking FORGOT IT EXISTED XD

I feel so bad for that person, cause I never finished the next chapter and I even think I lost the draft because I didn’t have enough motivation at the time, since I just completely forgot about it 😭

I’m so sorry to that reader qwq

[the-invisibility-bloke]

001 Sirius/Harry

Have a nice day😃

Oh you're gonna regret this. XD (But I hope you have a nice day too!)

When I started shipping it if I did: 2004? I think they were my first HP ship.

My thoughts: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

What makes me happy about them: THEY SAVE EACH OTHER'S LIVES ON THEIR FIRST AND LAST NIGHTS TOGETHER, RESPECTIVELY. TELL ME ANYTHING MORE ROMANTIC THAN THAT. Also, found family in a sense, but better yet, they were given to each other by James and Lily, and their chemistry from the very beginning is everything, they are so utterly devoted to each other, so thrilled to be in each other's lives, so love-starved and touch-starved, they are each other's links to their past as well as each other's hope for the future. All they want is to care for each other, it's so fucking beautiful it hurts, and the reason it's so fucking hot and just the right amount of sweetly toxic is because they have no fucking boundaries, Harry was raised in abject neglect (so was Sirius, in his own way) and Sirius spent those years in prison so they suffered on parallel timelines and now here they are, a collision of orbits, perfect complements, where Harry was forced to grow up too fast and Sirius' life stopped at 21 so the power imbalance is skewed and fucky and all the lines get blurred because they simply need so desperately, the hunger and yearning, but also the fact they just get each other. They tick each other's boxes, fill all the voids, the need to protect, to be protected, and it's no secret this man was Harry's sexual awakening, a not-father figure but the first man to step up and fill those role model shoes, with his tattoos and his recklessness and his general sexiness/coolness making him unlike any adult who's ever shown Harry affection, not to mention the yummy angst of Past Prongsfoot™, so extra guilt for Sirius there, but more significantly, he very quickly comes to see Harry as his own person. I think he's the first one to see that the similarities to James are less than the differences, and more beautiful for that, and I think it would be a bit terrifying for him to realize he's fallen for Harry as himself and not as a replacement, because now he has no excuse, he can't write it off as an inevitability of loving James. ...Anyway.

What makes me sad about them: HE FUCKING DIES.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I'd share in DMs, but as someone with the world's lowest self esteem, I never want to discourage anyone from writing what they love.

Things I look for in fanfic: I love canon-compliant or canon-adjacent, desperation and codependency, Harry being first ashamed and afraid of rejection, then when he knows he's got him, shameless about what he wants. I love Sirius being tortured by his own guilt until the explosive breaking point where he loses all self control. OOTP era is my favorite because they're in close physical proximity and there are Opportunities, okay, OPPORTUNITIES. Late-night fireside chats (snogs), Harry slipping into Sirius' room under pretense of nightmares, come on, it fucking writes itself. I'll read the occasional Sirius Lives (just wrote one, in fact), but part of me kinda loves that he dies, because it enables all my OTPs to exist in tandem, case in point...

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Sirius? No one. He's gone for that boy and he dies loving him. But 20 years later, Harry falls for Teddy and is wracked with the most delicious guilt. Is he projecting the godfather-godson dynamic he so brutally lost with Sirius? (No, but the guilt is fun!) I also like the premise of Harry and Draco falling into each other post-divorce, better late than never, but after a lifetime of competing for Teddy's attention, godfather vs cousin, turns out the boy's kind of in love with them both, so H/D/T OT3 is my jam.

My happily ever after for them: Sirius lives, obviously. But I want to write a fic where, after the war, Harry obsessively dedicates himself to working out the mysteries of the veil and getting Sirius back. He succeeds some 20 years later, right after he finally decides to leave the past behind and embrace the present, where his own lovely godson has been madly in love with him for years. So basically he gets Sirius back right after he and Teddy begin a relationship, thus it ends up Sirry+Teddy OT3, but this is where multishipping hits a brick wall because what about Draco. OT4?

who is the big spoon/little spoon: I'm dully traditional and default to whoever's bigger (Sirius), but I think they wake up fairly often with Harry clinging to his back, all nestled in like a cute little parasite.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Motorbike rides, pickup Quidditch, Muggle video games, and I think they like to travel. Harry never did, growing up, and after all those years in Azkaban... yeah. Gay cross-gen wizards take on the world.

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How do you think Achilles and Neo(around the ages they were when the war ended) would interact?

I understand this ask 2 ways:

1- If Achilles was somehow resurrected for a day (Like in Dragonball) when the war ended, before the Achaeans left for home and Neoptolemus freaked the f out (ultimate delulu super crack version, do not take this seriously)

Shameless cheerleader dad meets “I hate everyone and everything” teenager.

Basically Zeus and Hades were feeling generous, he popped up in the middle of his camp, scaring everyone else and his first question was: “Where’s my son?”

Only to hear the clanging of the shield. His shield.

Oh my god the chase of the century. Forget Achilles chasing Hector around, this is the thing that we’re in for.

Neo ran away in full speed with “I don’t know who the f you are”, “Get the f away from me”, “You’re not my dad”, etc etc

While Achilles' “Pyrrhus you pooped on my shirt, I know exactly who you are”, “Pat wants to meet you so much”, “Get back here you gremlin, let dada hug you” was right after him. Oh and he punched Agamemnon along the way, because bich it’s fun.

After a while Neoptolemus jumped into the water and swam away, only for Achilles to call on his mother to tow him back. Neo was then tried to escape again and it turned into a wrestling match. After a few rounds, Neo started punching him and accused him and Pat for leaving, and to everyone’s surprise Achilles agreed. Sorry for dragging you into this so early or something along the line.

The kid broke down crying like a baby in the middle of the fight, and Achilles had to coax him, saying how proud he was. Then he tugged the tired child into bed just like the old days, only for Neo to almost kill him in his sleep. Sword by his throat, feet on his chest ready to strike. The same eyes of war reflecting in his. Neo realized what’s he done but this time Achilles did not let him run away. they hugged each other. In the end, they spent the night talking about Pthia, Skyros, Achilles’ past, Patroclus, Deidamia and a small farm in the woods, far away from everything.

Next morning Achilles was of course gone.

Enough petition and I could make a fic out of it XD

I personally don’t think Achilles will ramble about any Neo’s moral problems and just go “Yo there’s my kid, you fought so well, noiceeee” like he did in the Odyssey.

2- The ghost of Achilles returned (darker and Polyxena incident related). He’s dead so his age doesn’t change, so ig this qualifies XD

Based on the idea from the superstition from many cultures that when someone died in lots of regret and rage, they don’t really leave but linger in places that familiar to them. In Achilles’ case, his f-ing camp. Their soul is also corrupted and often demand a worthy sacrifice, especially for souls full of vengeance. (yeah it’s a thing, you could see where this goes)

I plan to write this for my AU so I’ll make it brief.

It was not Calchas who started everything but Neoptolemus. After the event of the siege, he then dreamt of a man in dark armor, his own to be precise, standing in the corner of his room trying to reach out to him. This man’s flesh was corrupted and rotten, only one of his eyes remained and they were identical to Neo. Day by day the man stood closer to his bed until one day closed enough to reach out and strangle him in his sleep. Neo could not fight a ghost, even when he tried. And for some reasons, he froze whenever the ghost touched him. The ghost always muttered the same thing “Murderer.” He woke up in terror, and the same happened again and again. Every single night.

Neo became sleepless and agitated, he even attacked his own troops out of insignificant errors and almost cause a brawl in the briefing, with everyone. It was so terrible that everyone forced Calchas to consult the gods, and the rest is as you know it.

Hope you like this stupid rambling of mine

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hi pooo, NSFW/SMUT Maliksi x Reader inspired by the song I See Red TwT

((Anon, same ba tayo ng pinapakinggan na I See Red? xDD di ba parang murder song yun? char. Direct to the point ang request natin haaa, I like it! xD))

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Smut

TW: NSFW, Explicit, mentions of a gun, sprinkle of violence, blood, dirty talk, masturbation, oral, konting ka toxican, p*rn without plot, sobrang konti if meron man, bad writing sorry 2017 pa last time na gumawa ako ng smut. Umm.. Read at your own risk, I guess? I don't want to traumatize peeps hehe~ Minors, please don't interact. 18+++ ONLY

NON- #PhilMytCrea related AU. Reader (Y/n) has a marriage of convenience with Maliksi. OOC coz he's not a tamawo in this fic guys, just a normal guy with no sad backstory. Don't come for me, this is how 'I See Red' plays along my mind.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You tossed your bag into the floor the moment you saw a pair of red stilettos which are not yours, laying on the frontdoor.

You knew Maliksi was seeing other people behind your back and it's fine, totally. You two were not wed out of love. Hell, you two only met each other a week before that damned wedding. It was a wedding made for the official partnership of your parents' companies, that's all.

What irks you the most is that Maliksi had the nerve to bring another woman under the roof of your house, knowing that you'll be home today after a week of insufferable business trips- you were exhausted and your 'husband' was banging some other chick on your bed.

You have always been labeled as 'intimidating' and 'bossy' by people around your- too many names and terms however it just leads to one point: you don't tolerate any disrespect and any bullshit from anyone.

"Get out or get shot." You coldly said as you entered your shared bedroom with Maliksi. The man is currently laying on his back on just his boxers while the girl he's with is on top of him, fully naked and giving him a good show. You went straight to your dresser and started rummaging for the hand gun your father gifted you before.

Upon realizing that you are not bluffing, the girl quickly got off on top of Maliksi, grabbing her clothes and making a run for it.

"Goddamn it! You are no fun!" Maliksi muttered underneath his breath but before he knows it, you were the one straddling him, landing a hard slap on his pretty face using the back of your hand that's now holding your glock.

You watched as single trail of blood slowly trickle down his nose.

"Fuckin' bastard! I only made you promise one thing after that hell of a wedding. You are not making a mess on my house, and especially not on my bed! Is that too much to ask for, you man-whore?!"

Maliksi's eyes widen at your sudden outburst. Who would've known that his wife is hiding some feisty personality underneath that stern and work addicted facade Your dad wasn't lying when he told him that you are a handful and that attitude will be a pain in the ass.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he wipes the blood off of his nose. "Look at you. All this time I thought I was married to a cold, emotionless robot. You should talk to me like this more often. God, it makes me hard." His voice resonated throughout the room as he took the gun out of your hands and placed it at the bedside table.

Sure enough, you can feel his growing bulge under those boxers. You two never had that kind of relationship despite being legally married. It's always just you sharing a bed at night like a pair of college roommates- maybe even less than that coz college roommates can sometimes cuddle. But you two- sleep like a pair of logs, away from each other in that king size bed as if you'll burn if your toes even touch accidentally.

You were about to get off of him but Maliksi wraps his arms around your hips, holding you in place. "You're not going anywhere." He smirks, licking the blood that got on his lips.

In a single breath, Maliksi was able to flip you over- switching your positions so that you're the one under him. "In case you can't read the room, I'm currently feeling hot n' bothered because of you. Kinda glad you arrived since the other girl can't get me hard."

"Then go jerk off somewhere, you idiot!" You tried pushing him off but he caught your hands and pinned it at the top of your head.

"Damn. Y'look so hot swearin' at me like that." He softly chuckled before undoing the necktie you are currently wearing and using it to restrain both of your hands. "Maliksi! W- what are you doing?!"

"We've been married for like two months now, Y/n. Can't a man see his own wife?" He said as he started undoing the buttons of your top, whistling at the sight of the red fabric of your lingerie peeking through.

"Didn't know you wear such things coming home to me, wifey." His voice sounded so seductively sweet that you have to do a double take if this is really the annoying guy you were unfortunately married to. Your face was red hot in embarrassment that you just wanted the ground to swallow you.

He smirks as he pulls out his hard cock, tip glistening with precum. He can't help but grin as he watch your eyes widen at the sight of him, not able to say a word.

"Didn't know my wife is this adorable. I like seeing you angry and shy. Tell me, will you let me see other expressions tonight, pretty?" He said not louder than a whisper as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, giving it a light squeeze to feel just how hard he is from watching his wife stare from under him.

"Like what you're seeing, Y/N?" He teasingly asked as he started to stroking himself while you watch.

You felt your own breath get stuck on your throat as he asks you because you are indeed enjoying the little show he's putting up. For the first time, Maliksi is not a random guy you are married to. As much as you won't admit it, he's always been attractive, and hot. The air feels electric as room filled with the sounds of his panting and ragged breaths. You wouldn't tell him, but hearing him call you 'wifey' does things to you.

He reached up his free hand, tracing his thumb along your lower lips. "Open up for me, pretty girl." And for the first time in your life, you were obedient, opening up those pretty lips of yours and letting him use your mouth. You looked up at him, locking those pretty eyes into his as you take him deeply, feeling his tip brush into the back of your throat.

"I've got such a good wife here all this time. Y' should've let me know sooner." He said, grabbing handfuls of your hair to push himself deeper, making your eyes water.

"..fuck. you're such a dirty slut sucking me so good like that." he cursed, throwing his head back. You let out a moan, sending tremors and vibrations around his cock which made him buck his hips.

It didn't took long before he's got you completely naked on top of the sheets, his head buried between your thighs while his tongue works wonders on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning and trembling mess under his mercy which made him softly giggle on how his supposedly 'stuck up' wife turned out to be like this from his touch.

"Maliksi...please~ 'm so close."

He quickly pulled away, making you whimper in frustration from being denied of that sweet release.

"The only thing you're cumming on tonight is my cock, wifey."

He lined his twitching length along your dripping cunt, pushing in slowly, letting you adjust and get used to him before bottoming up and just stuffing you full of him.

He's been dreaming of this day when you two got married. Who would even be opposed of marrying you with that pretty face and killer body. He doesn't care if you two didn't marry for love. That body kept him awake at night, and he's definitely going all out now that he's got the chance to fuck you.

His pace is erratic, pulling out completely before slamming himself back completely, making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars as he fucks you senseless that all you can manage are moans and incoherent babbles.

He groans when he felt your cunt tightening around his cock, making him fuck you a tad bit harder. "You're so close now huh? My wifey seems to be enjoying my cock way too much." He chuckles before reaching into your clit, slowly circling his finger making you tremble in pleasure. "Maliksi....pleasee.."

"I know, pretty. I know."

You can feel your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you reach that sweet sweet release, with just a few more thrusts Maliksi follows, shooting ropes of thick hot cum inside you, telling you how pretty you are like that.

You two may not have started on good terms, but you both know this night is definitely a start of something.

[kiwinatorwaffles]

I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?

hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!

i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!

also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright

(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)

hermitcraft longfics:

the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!

leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!

Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting

dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!

hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:

for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D

the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it

a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!

Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?

other mcyt fics/crossovers:

late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D

every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh

The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.

Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time

dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.

devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.

Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.

stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.

the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is

Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!

TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.

if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!

it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!

how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.

smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.

ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.

i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!

edit: the fics are out! here they are!

hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D

private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!

[tonguetiedraven]

If you are still taking requests: rin calming a crying Ryuuji. I need some hurt/comfort for my boy!!!!

I am still taking requests 😊 I changed my settings to stop receiving anons for reasons I’ll explain at the end of the fic so as not to bother people who don’t want to read that (b˙◁˙ )b

On this request, something I actually really like about Ryuuji is that if you tally up the percentage of tears of each of the characters (how many times they openly cry against how many times they appear) Ryuuji is one of the ones that cries the absolute most. He’s never afraid to let his tears fall if he’s passionate about something.  This is mostly me exploring that and having Ryuuji realize that a few people are safe to cry around.

Fic under the cut :D (or ;-; I guess xD )

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Ryuuji, despite his gruff and intimidating appearance, found himself often moved to tears. Whether it was from frustration and hurt (probably the most common sort) or heartbreak, or even pure unbridled joy, Ryuuji’s eyes filled up with tears and spilled over fairly frequently.

He’d been ashamed of that when he was little. He had grown up around a lot of men, and while most of them had been incredible and people he could safely model himself after, a few had been harsher and with a different (an almost archaic) sense of what was and was not acceptable for men. Crying had been one of the things at the top of that list. Ryuuji, young and impassioned and pleading for the men he had loved and admired to stay had not realized that it wasn’t only his father they were declaring unfit as a leader. They were seeing the tears splashing down his cheeks and deciding he was also unworthy.

Ryuuji learned about those judgements when he was older, and he learned about how unacceptable crying was for ‘men’ when he was in school. It was yet another thing for the others to tease and belittle him about, and yet another thing that saw him swinging his fists.

He could cry and still kick their asses while he did.

Regardless of his ability to kick other peoples’ asses and his ability to prove himself strong and capable, he learned when he was young that his tears weren’t safe around most people.

It was just another thing that made him defiant. Just another thing he refused to hide and another thing that made him swear to take down all the bullies.

-- -- -(īī ^ īī)- -- --

Ryuuji, to his honest embarrassment, cried within hours of really meeting Rin. He was pretty sure Rin hadn’t noticed though, so he never really mentioned it.

Whether Rin remembered it or not, Rin had plenty of chances to see the waterworks start on Ryuuji though, so it didn’t really remember if he’d noticed them with the drama that had been the reaper. (Mostly drama of Ryuuji’s own making, but Izumo had been an utter dick during that entire semester.)

Crying while you were being choked out was more forgivable than crying while confronting a reaper, and Ryuuji hadn’t had any tears when he told Rin to run in the Impure King’s castle, but he had a few blurry eyed exhaustion tears when Rin refused to run and stood tall and defiantly, pulling his sword out and igniting in a dazzling display that should just look ridiculous with all the candy floss fluff of death rot the castle was made of surrounding them.

There had been tears during the mysteries (of frustration and embarrassment) tears during the shock of Shima spying (pain and anger) and now��

Ryuuji had cried in front of Lightning without meaning too and he had been so angry and upset that Lightning didn’t get it. Upset that Misumi had died and that it had been another death linked to too many deaths. A senseless way for a man who wanted to repent to die. He hadn’t been given the chance to make any sort of atonement or peace. He’d been trapped in some terrible lie and murdered the moment he tried to make it right.

He had drowned in his guilt over it and then Lightning had led him down into Section Thirteen, and now Ryuuji was sitting at a bench in a half frozen park, trying to make sense of the massive list of names and numbers and how shockingly many people had been tortured and murdered and the ones who weren’t outright killed were left frozen in the bowels of this academy as if that was a kindness.

It was too many names to properly comprehend, but the bodies and the faces and the remains he had seen weren’t. They had looked so human and so mutilated, and he didn’t notice the first of the tears spilling down his cheeks as he typed away on his laptop, trying to organize the dead so that they could have some kind of justice served. He didn’t notice himself wiping them away to be able to see his screen at all, and didn’t notice the loud sniff he gave as he saved the spreadsheet that was already too many lines long and opened a new tab for the second batch of clones.

He did notice the bench shifting as a body sat next to him. He hastily hit two keys to lock the screen so no one would see and looked over to try and see who had joined him only for a packet of tissues to be shoved at him by a familiar hand.

“I don’t know what gotcha upset, but if it’s Shima, I’ll burn his clothes off again for ya.”

Ryuuji internally cringed at once again crying in front of Rin, and crying in front of Rin when Rin had been the one who knew and loved Misumi and still didn’t know what had happened.

“It’s not Shima,” he mumbled, not entirely intelligibly and took a tissue. “But you’re always free to burn his clothes off. He usually deserves it.”

It was a lame attempt at a misdirect, but Ryuuji wasn’t exactly on his A game. He didn’t feel like he’d been on his A game since sometime in June. They were well into December now and Ryuuji had all but given up on finding his A game again.

“Not Shima…” Rin hummed under his breath and tapped his finger against his chin. “Is it Lightning? Did he make another mess?”

Ryuuji wiped at his face, finding the tissue soft and gentle against his skin and shook his head. “It’s nothing, man. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Rin’s face immediately scrunched up in frustration. “Not you too.”

Ryuuji’s hand stilled on his cheek and he sniffed, blinking back more of the damned tears as he tried to see Rin through them. It didn’t work particularly well, but even through the blur, he could see the frustration on every inch of Rin’s face and posture.

Ryuuji didn’t do great holding back tears, and Rin didn’t do great at hiding any emotion.

“Me too?” Ryuuji asked with a hiccup.

“Yeah! You too. You’re upset and I wanna help. Nobody is letting me help.”

Ryuuji wanted to tell him. That was the problem. He wanted to seek comfort. He selfishly wanted Rin’s comfort and he wasn’t the one that had been so hurt. He just knew that people had, and that they had been tortured and treated as less than human. That they had been treated like lab rats and they had been babies and children and confused and frightened and left frozen in time, stuck forever in their vats in an attempt to let would-be-gods live forever so they didn’t destroy the world in a toddler-like rage.

He exhaled and passed the packet of tissues back to Rin. “This helped.”

There was a beat of silence as Rin didn’t take the tissues back. Rin’s tail was still flicking, and he was still turned towards Ryuuji, and there were still tears dripping down Ryuuji’s cheeks. Too many for a tissue.

“I don’t know who else isn’t letting you help, but I’ll listen—”

“Oh no you don’t,” Rin interrupted, scowling and shoving Ryuuji’s shoulder enough to send him rocking and having to brace himself. He liked that Rin didn’t check his strength too much around him.

“Don’t you dare try and turn this on me. I am the one comforting.”

Despite everything, Ryuuji’s lips quirked up the slightest bit. “Yeah?”

Rin nodded importantly, pulling on a goofy air. “Yes. Now tell me what you want. More tissues? To talk about it? To go punch something? I can even make you something to eat.”

His grin grew, and there was something else in it that Ryuuji’s chest aching in a different way.

“I can even make it a yakisoba bun. No generation long grudges needed.”

“No?” Ryuuji asked softly, and wished he could just explain. He had a feeling Rin really might listen and tell him he wasn’t over reacting. That all of this did deserve tears.

He grabbed another tissue instead and put all of those thoughts away as he closed the lid of his laptop, promising the dead he’d return to them as soon as he could think and see clearly.

“A yakisoba bun sounds good. The deli probably still has a few.”

Rin’s nose wrinkled up again. “No, we’re gonna make it. None of that overly processed garbage.”

“That garbage is delicious.”

“You’re lucky you’re cool ‘cuz you got awful taste.”

And then Rin was lifting Ryuuji’s bag and heading off towards his dorm, leaving Ryuuji to chase after him and at least momentarily forget that his cheeks were stiff with tears and his throat was thick from them.

-- -- -  ( •́ω•̩̥̀ ) - -- --

It was late and dark and Ryuuji had no idea how Rin knew, but his boyfriend did and came up beside him for the run and sat beside him when Ryuuji couldn’t run any further. He had a pack of tissues that he passed over as they collapsed on the bench, and his arm went around Ryuuji as he accepted them.

He’d long since given up trying to hide them around Rin, and he just dabbed a few of the tears away and tilted himself into the side Rin was offering him with a sniffle that could just be pathetic. It was safe to be pathetic and sad around Rin. To let that guard down and that self-preservation and cry without having to be wary. His tears and emotions were safe with Rin, just like Rin’s were safe with him.

“Wanna talk about it?” Rin asked, and brought his other hand around to brush through Ryuuji’s hair.

“Not a lot to talk about,” Ryuuji garbled around the phlegm in his throat and dabbed pointlessly at the tears that were still trying to fall. He couldn’t help the harsh breath or the way he could feel a sob rising and he hated that the memories were there, but Rin had just as bad of ones and Ryuuji hated that too.

There was nothing he could do about either of those things, and the people who had been hurt and killed deserved at least his tears.

“The nightmare? Section Thirteen?”

Ryuuji nodded and tilted his head against Rin’s shoulder. He was getting snot and tears on Rin’s hoodie. Rin didn’t seem to mind and kept brushing his fingers through Ryuuji’s hair.

“Well then, we can feed Amaimon Mephisto’s game collection tomorrow.”

The laugh slipped past Ryuuji without quite meaning to. His arm came around Rin’s middle and hugged him as the sob settled into something more like a hiccup and a hitch in his breath. 

“Yeah,” Rin continued. “He likes to eat the controllers. Beetlebug—”

“Beezlebub.”

“Beezlebub will take his ramens if I tell him they’re barbecue flavored.”

Ryuuji’s eyes slipped closed for a moment. The tears were still there and the ache in his chest wasn’t likely to go away, but it helped that he could just let them fall. That Rin didn’t think less of him for them.

“Sounds fair.”

“He’s an ass and deserves it.” Rin said decisively. His fingers brushed through Ryuuji’s hair and his lips pressed against Ryuuji’s forehead before both his arms were wrapping around Ryuuji’s middle and hugging him close, unashamedly cuddly even in the public of a park.

Ryuuji felt indescribably safe like this. Safe to cry, yes, but safe in a different way too. Heard? Possibly, though that didn’t quite describe it either.

It was different in every way from being that kid begging the people around him, the people that he cared so much for to stay. Rin wasn’t going anywhere, and he showed that. He let Ryuuji show himself and let Ryuuji mourn the losses and dark memories and the fears and the excitement and didn’t run and didn’t shy away. He met it head on and he let Ryuuji have a place to get himself calm again.

Even if it was a park in the middle of the night.

“You’re not going back to your dorm,” Rin said when Ryuuji shifted a little and fisted the soiled tissue.

“I’m not?” Ryuuji asked a bit wetly.

“Nope. You’re coming back with me.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to get me to stay over.”

Rin tickled his hip. “I am.”

“Pervert,” Ryuuji joked, and pinched Rin’s side in retaliation of that tickle.

“Yep!” Rin said cheerfully, and scooped Ryuuji right up in his arms like he weighed nothing. Ryuuji’s squawk was loud in the stillness around them, and Rin’s responding laugh was even louder.

--  -- -- -- --

So, housekeeping about my fic submissions and turning off anon.

1) I’ve been harassed by anons for a few years now on tumblr and ao3 and it was exhausting and demoralizing

2) I was getting in a bad headspace about the number of anon requests I was getting and how little interaction the fills of those requests were getting. It was mostly a me problem, because it’s not healthy to write for engagement and reception, but it’s also a very hard thing to mentally turn off, and the amount of requests and the way they’re just consumed made me feel like people saw me as just some kind of vending machine they could feed a prompt into and get a product out of and not a human who does this for fun and because I like the community and connection. The like to reblog ratio being depressing, the silence from whoever had requested those prompts on whether or not they liked them/even read them, and the tone on how some of them were super bossy and demanding  were absolutely getting to me, so all of those reasons led me to turning off the anon and seeing if that helps my brain space.

Short answer,  not really? But I’m also getting  better at accepting that my stuff will likely get consumed without a lot of engagement and I should focus on only doing the stuff I’ll have fun with, so I’m slowly getting there (･ω･)b

[fanfoolishness]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

Oh man, these favorite fic things are getting harder and harder... curse my propensity to write literally hundreds of one-shots! XD Thank you for sending this. I'll limit it to Bad Batch and pick just a few I particularly enjoyed writing.

Heightened: Hunter tries to understand a world without Tech.

Hunter is an interesting POV for me to write from. He's not as open as Wrecker, nor is he as repressed as Crosshair; but he also doesn't spend a lot of time in his own head, unlike Crosshair who's often trapped there and would prefer to get out. Hunter's grief wasn't going to look like Wrecker's, or Crosshair's. Even if the show keeps his heightened senses very subtle at times, it felt right to explore his grief through some of his senses. Instead of Hunter acknowledging he's in pain and misses Tech, he notices things like neither he or Wrecker being able to make the caf the same way Tech did, or the way the Marauder sounds so quiet. I really enjoyed this one despite the crying times it produced.

the mess you left behind: Tech called Plan 99. Wrecker's still here.

Continuing on the Tech grief train... Anyone who hangs around here for long will probably pick up on the fact that my brother died several years ago. Richie was 27 and died of his drug addiction, and while things have gotten much better, his loss etched a permanent groove deep into my brain. When I see sibling loss in media, I have to Go to There and aggressively confront it, especially when the source media fails to do so in any emotionally resonant way. So as much as I wish Tech Lives! was true, it's more emotionally harrowing - but rewarding - for me that we lost him, because it means I can dive into that loss, reshape it, honor it, and show his siblings mourning him the way he deserves to be mourned. I find great comfort in showing things like Wrecker not being able to taste food properly or flying off the handle or sleeping horribly, because those were things that happened to me. I knew grief would fuck up my brain but I had no idea how much it can fuck up your body, too, and it would have been less scary had I known about that ahead of time. So not only are fics like this my chance to honor Tech in the narrative and to further develop his siblings' characters, they're also a shout across fiction into reality for any readers who might recognize themselves in that grief and feel a little bit more seen, and a little less alone.

A New Fascination: Tech isn't sure why Phee fascinates him so, but when she tells him about an intriguing creature by the shore, he takes a chance to further investigate things.

And to give Tech his due -- here is (almost) pure fluff, with Tech and Phee flirting and slowly starting to figure each other out. This was one was so much fun to write. Tech being neurodivergent and new to the whole idea of dating made for a tricky balance, but we remember how he leapt into racing with Faster, too -- headfirst! Once he's certain of Phee's intentions (and bless him, I had Phee straight up tell him when she realized he might need that level of clarity) he's all in, and they were so much fun to write bouncing off each other. I should write more of them but then I get sad, argh! But this is just a sweet little breath of fresh air and it has both of them being adorable, plus Hunter casually trying out a new role as wingman, Wrecker wanting to tease him, and Omega being oblivious XD If you need a palate cleanser after the sads, here's the fic for you.

Thank you! <3

[ckret2]

How often does Bill cry now? I'd assume pretty often but I don't really know XD

Man, what's the point of writing him as suppressing his grief and despair so hard he won't even cry if readers are just gonna conclude he's crying off-screen anyway.

You know how the saying goes—when you assume, you make an ass of u and me.

If you've read the fic, you've seen every single time he's cried since he died. Unless I'm forgetting something so massive that I need to get my memory checked, that's zero times.

Not when he screamed at Ford for making him mortal; not when he first discovered his new body and concluded mid-inspection that he loathes it; not when he burned off his hair and realized he no longer saw any of himself left in his face; not when he couldn't get a call out to the Henchmaniacs; not when he did get a call out and Kryptos hung up on him; not when he got locked in a small room and convinced himself he'd been left there to die; not when he tried to get Ford on his side and Ford said he'd never worshiped Bill; and not even when he saw his own corpse and discovered nothing happens when he touches it.

Three times, he has been red-eyed after bad showers. There's a small chance he let himself cry in the shower; but it could be soap in his eyes. Personally, I think he MIGHT have leaked a few tears while hiding under a blanket—that's been his lowest point so far—but not the other two times.

He doesn't cry. He screams, drinks, or goes numb.

[teecupangel]

I've been dying to read Desmond's adventure in star wars, but all fics i found were not finished ; (

Could you give me some inspiration plzzzzz

You’ve probably already read this but just in case, esama’s Sailing the Stars is complete so if you want a Desmond-centric fic set during the Clone Wars, go check that out.

So I was thinking where I would punt Desmond into the Star Wars ‘verse and a part of me wants to punt him during KOTOR’s storyline just because that is my favorite Star Wars game (also, just imagine Desmond being mistaken as Darth Revan with amnesia???) but then I realized after checking AO3 that most seem to be set during the prequel trilogy + clone wars so… may I suggest…

Desmond getting punted into the Star Wars OG Trilogy timeline? XD

In this setup, Desmond could wake up on some random planet and he’s just trying to get back to Earth but no one seems to know where and what Earth is (unless we count non-canon but sssshhhh, let’s make it a mystery).

So Desmond does what he does best, he starts gathering information and keeping himself afloat by stealing from the rich.

Now, to ensure he gets sucked into the main plot, we can do the following:

Desmond gets in contact with Han Solo who suggests he joins the Millenium Falcon after Han realizes Desmond has a knack for seeing danger before it approaches and he suggests that Desmond would have a better chance of finding this ‘Earth’ planet of his if he joins them since they do travel everywhere.

Desmond has the habit of being a stowaway whenever he wanted to go off-planet and the Millenium Falcon was simply the next ship he boarded. Old Ben is the one who noticed him when he was just hiding and waiting for Han to finish his business in Tatooine because Desmond didn’t really feel like getting sand all over.

Desmond ends up owning the cantina where Han ends up shooting Greedo and he goes on the run because that incident caused the Imperial soldiers to snoop around the cantina and Desmond, technically, owned the cantina… sorta illegally… So he hitched a ride on the Millenium Falcon since he figured Han owed him… without anyone knowing he was even there until Old Ben saw him.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond has been assassinating the really bad ones on whichever planet he’s been on. That’s why he mainly hitches rides. On the other hand, if he was the owner of the cantina, he had taken over the cantina to have a ‘base of operation’ while gathering information he can use as part of his plan to assassinate Jabba the Hutt.

Desmond could totally be a Jedi if you want him to be but anyone who trains him will notice the darkness inside him. While he’s mostly chill, he’s an Assassin and that means he would be willing to use anything to finish his mission and survive. He won’t be tempted by the dark side though. It would be more like… he can control the dark side… but that makes him dangerous.

Desmond and Luke would have a more or less brother-like friendship. He could easily influence Luke to be less honorable though, especially if he stays with Luke during the whole ‘Yoda training’ part of his character arc.

On the other hand, Desmond and Han would have a more of ‘you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours’ kind of business relationship that would thaw to a bash brothers type. He, Han, and Chewie share one brain cell and it bounces off each of them. If Desmond had joined them before the start of the trilogy’s story, Desmond would be their lookout and their ‘bodyguard’. He’s fine with all the smuggling as people do need to eat but… if a really bad person dies during one of their runs, well… Han will definitely say ‘no love lost’.

Desmond and Leia would start with snark-to-snark combat which would later turn to respect and trust. If Desmond stayed with Leia and Han’s side of the storyline instead of Luke’s, he’d be more of the shadow of the rebellion.

Desmond will definitely build a Brotherhood during the rebellion and they would be more into clandestine and guerilla tactics. He and Leia won’t always see eye to eye but Leia knows that Desmond’s plans would benefit the rebellion.

Desmond doesn’t see Leia as a princess. She’s a leader of the Rebellion first and foremost and Desmond definitely hides whenever the topic of making him and the Brotherhood officially part of the Rebellion comes up.

If Desmond learns about Darth Vadar’s true relationship with both Luke and Leia, he would have flashbacks of Haytham and, since he doesn’t know who Anakin Skywalker truly was, he would warn Luke that ‘Some people cannot be reasoned with nor can they be saved.’, hoping that Luke wouldn’t feel the same pain Ratonhnhaké:ton felt after killing Haytham.

He would still be glad to learn he had been wrong after Luke tells him how Anakin Skywalker saved him in the end and tell Luke that at least he had a ‘less shitty dad’ than Desmond.

Ben/Jacen would probably end up as an Assassin with Uncle Desmond instead of a Sith… just saying.

[indescribeable]

Mika, Scribes Version

WARNING: Mentions of SH Suicide and Rape they are not detailed at all but are mentioned.

So I have realized that I haven't actually made a post about this, I know a lot of wonderful people here on the Seduce Me Tumblr have their own incredible Oc's or their own version of Mika and I wanted to share mine. I honestly couldn't make up an oc for this game if I tried tbh Lmao I just love Mika so much and I have decided to give you all my information on her. I am also considering rewriting my light in the dark fic because I have more thoroughly planned out my version of Mika and the slight AU its in so we shall see if I actually manage that lmao.

Also if you guys have any questions about my version of Mika and the incubi or just any questions on her in general feel free to drop me an ask I would be happy to answer any questions and they can sfw/nsfw also feel free to ask for fics if you want I need inspiration tbh XD. Also I have realized I really like talking about my version of Mika.

Well I shall stop blabbering now and let you read about her I hope you enjoy!

General Appearance

Long black hair like so long she can sit on it lmao she also is constantly switching between bangs and no bangs has died it a few times but her hair is really hard to colour so she didn’t dye it very much, if she was to do it again in the future she would probably opt for peekaboo hair with money pieces in the same colour so like if she wanted to have some blonde going on she would have her natural black hair on top blonde underneath and then blonde money pieces in the front, green eyes obviously also girl has the most beautiful siren eyes like god damn, pasty as fuck lmao. Can't lie she has some pretty well defined abs too with all her training and such, she loves dance, art, photography and music and she has a wonderful singing voice. 

Piercings 

Belly button Piercing

Scaffold Piercing on her left ear but she doesn’t wear it as much although she has tonnes of different bars for it her favourite one is in the shape of an arrow with a heart in the middle like the heart was shot by Cupid’s arrow

Cuff Piercings on her right which again she doesn’t wear as much mainly because she was always hiding it from her dad so she just gets into the habit of not wearing them although when she does get more used to the fact that she can wear whatever the fuck she wants now she likes to have cuff earrings in that have connected chains if that makes sense lmao she may also get one of those fake metal elf ear thingys to go on with it because she thinks its cute 

Is High key considering getting lip piercings like 2 rings on her lower lip near the corners of her mouth but is unsure.

Tattoos

Ok so this girl has ALOT of tattoos and had to spend ALOT of time and money covering them up when she was at home because of her father, most of them are on her lower arms, wrists and hands and alot of them cover up sh scars, she feels a very strong connection to her magic and nature so she has alot of symbols that coincide with that connection.

She also has loads of tattoos related to the moon like crescent moons everywhere. 

On the back of her left hand she has a chain tattoo that wraps all the way around her wrist the goes up the back of her hand and then wraps around the base of her middle finger, that tattoo is surrounded by alot of those symbols i mentioned previously, she has a different small tattoo on each finger one is a heart, one is a crescent moon, one is an arrow, one is a yin and yang symbol and one is a star.

On her right hand she has a semi colon tattoo on her wrist, on the back of her hand she has a large crescent moon tattoo floating in clouds with stars around it (when i said this girl has alot of crescent moon tattoos I meant it lmao) and then on each finger she has a different type of flower tattooed on them. on the palms of both her hands she has more earth magic symbols.

She has considered blackout tattoos but ultimately decided against it. 

On her back she has a large Japanese dragon tattoo and it covers her whole back (this one was easier to cover then the others as clothes just took care of that problem lmao). She really cares about her Japanese heritage and Mikas grandmother is also Korean so she's very into her Korean culture as well. The large dragon is coiled around on her back and its head is on her left shoulder. It is also surrounded by cherry blossom leaves and the only coloured tattoos on her body are the cherry blossoms.

She has a large snake tattoo on her right arm and on her left she has twisting vines with leaves. 

On her right hip she has a tattoo of A katana  specifically the one she can summon as a weapon with a rose curling around it and the flower itself resting next to the handle its not massive as it can easily be covered by high waisted pants and the top only slightly sticks out with low rise jeans but its still pretty sizeable (she also has ended up with slight ink poisoning a few times because girlie cannot stop and had to get alot of them done in groups because of limited free time) 

She has a nine tailed fox tattooed on her left thigh (she didn’t know it at the time of getting this tattoo but it would become oven more significant later) And on her left calf she has a crow holding a ribbon in its mouth with 3 dates on one her grandmother's death date on her grandfather’s death date and the other one is the death date of her best friend from when they used to visit japan more frequently who also may be her first crush/ love but she's very confused about it. 

She fully has a tattoo obsession it's partly because of the addiction of the feeling of getting tattoos partly because of the fact she wanted to cover her scars and partly because of the fact that it was something she could actually control even though she had to hide it

Extra Stuff

When she's at home she just throws on whatever makes her feel comfortable so lots of sweatpants and crop tops and if it's colder she will throw on a hoodie or jacket. When it gets to winter this girl WILL wear fluffy everything and she will be in heaven ALSO teddy bear bedding is a must. She also loves music she will listen to everything but she mainly listens to MAMAMOO.

Although she doesn’t wear her piercings very often she wears midi rings all the time like she has an obsession. When shes deep in though or when she gets really anxious she twists the rings on her fingers as a sort of nervous tick type deal

Unfortunately she has really bad depression and anxiety also slight ptsd from her father and also her ex boyfriend (Andrew im so sorry but making you and asshole is just really fun lmao) she also has an eating disorder due to the fact that with the way she was brought up she had an incredibly small amount of control and one of the few things she could control was what if and when she ate though it developed from that to her not eating until it hurt because she wanted that control but then she would eat to stop the pain and then would subsequently get angry at herself for giving in and then she would make herself bring it back up because of her own warped thought process on the whole thing. (my poor baby is not thriving) 

Backstory

Ok so for the first 2-3 years of Mikas childhood David wasn’t actually the worst father but then when Harold wanted to interact with Mika David kinda lost it due to his weird twisted idea on “protecting” Mika though he just kinda let his fear take over and turn him into an asshole. Incredibly controlling does not give a shit about anything Mika wants at all. Took until she was around 4-5 years old for her dad to actually let her grandfather see her at which point Harold basically became her father not her grandfather. Due to her father being the huge dick he is and her mother basically being the equivalent of a wet towel she developed severe anxiety and depression and ptsd from the physical abuse. On multiple occasions the man who is supposed to be her father has broken limbs, her arm 3 times, each leg once and he also managed to break her nose at one point. Due to being so young and not being able to properly cope with or express her emotions she has self harmed since she was 7. Also due to the lack of control she developed the eating disorder i mentioned earlier in the post at the age of 10.

Throughout all this though she was grateful to have and be able to visit her grandparents. She learnt about magic when she was 7 and learned from her grandfather from that moment. When it came to her grandmother she taught Mika piano and about composing music, she also taught her about Korean culture, dishes, tradition and history while her grandfather taught her about the same but for Japan. She also took the taekwondo lessons her father enrolled her in and her grandfather secretly helped her attend dance lessons. Unfortunately Mika lost her grandmother to cancer when she was 12 which really REALLY damaged her especially because her grandmother was back at the mansion for the last few weeks of her life and Mika was right there holding her hand when she passed. 

Because of the shit storm she was living through she had made attempts on her own life from the age of 13-18. One attempt ended with her in the hospital for a few weeks. Her father only visited her once and that was just to yell at her and her grandfather stayed with her basically everyday, it was also the first and only time that she had ever seen or heard her grandfather yell and what shocked her more was he was yelling at her father. 

For a while when she was younger Mika, both her parents and grandparents would visit her grandfather's home town in japan which surprised Mika but the only reason her father let them go was because of the fact that he could see the rest of his family on his fathers side as they didn’t like Harold at all either and they did not approve of her grandmother. There she met one of her best friends, Mai.

Quick little bit of info on Mai trust me it's important. Mai’s father left her and her mother when she was only 3 and she has blamed herself for him leaving since then. She is also severely depressed and just not thriving. 

Mai really confused Mika because she couldn’t tell if she had a crush on her or not or if she was sort of her first love. It's all very confusing in her brain. On Mika's birthday every year Mai would send her a happy birthday card or message and that eventually evolved into a birthday video when they got phones. Mika would stay up all night the day before her birthday as at 12am on the morning of her birthday Mai would send the birthday video to her. On her 15th birthday she received her message as usual bang on 12am but she felt something was off. She tried to reach Mai all day on her birthday but couldn’t get through until she got a call from Mais mother, she was crying and it took a while for her to finally be able to tell Mika that Mai had taken her own life and shortly after that she received another video message from Mai’s phone that her mother had sent for her. It was basically her last message and apology to Mika. 

Mai and Mika had a small group of friends in Japan made up of 2 other girls and 2 boys. After finding out about Mai and because of a lot of stuff going on between her father and grandfather they only visited Japan once more after her death and through everything Mika was a mess. Out of the small group of friends one of the boys Haru was closest with Mika and Mai and Mai would often get really jealous of Haru because she thought he seemed really close with Mika and she knew that he liked her. He was a huge comfort to Mika after Mais death and he really helped her through some tough shit on that last trip. Haru was also Mikas first time they were both 16 (the age of consent in Japan is 16 not that im saying I condone it or that its acceptable because of that but I thought it was important to mention) and after they basically spilled their hearts out to each other about everything going on it just kind of happened, nothing else came of it and Mika wasn’t really romantically interested in him but it's just what they felt they both needed at that point. 

After all that she started dating Andrew a few months after she got back from Japan. The first few weeks of her relationship he was wonderful but then everything went to shit. He mentally and physically abused her and he also raped her multiple times. Eventually she managed to end things with him and took it to court. Her father just thought she was being pathetic and that she was lying so he didn’t support her in any way. After everything she had already been through she decided to do everything she could to prove what he did so she even went through the incredibly invasive procedures at the hospital and eventually won her case and proved what Andrew had done. Luckily Andrew's father was very understanding and apologetic and did everything he could to make up for it though trauma is still trauma. Mikas' ptsd became more severe after that. 

Other than support from her grandmother and grandfather she had Suzu and Naomi and both of their families though Mika kept alot to herself they were still really helpful and wonderful to her. 

When it came to her grandfather meeting and bringing the boys to the human world she helped him bring them here and also met them on their first day in the human world though they forgot her until she mentioned it at dinner after they were bleeding out on her lobby floor.

And that's pretty much it I think 🤣 my poor baby is struggling and if anyone has anymore questions feel free to ask me 😁🤍

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Here's a question for the Q&A! Or I guess two

The first one isn't really for any specific story, but what's your process when planning out your longer Sanders Sides fics?

The second is for Before I Go. If Janus and Remus were to ever get pets, what pets would they be? :)

Congrats on the milestone!! Love your stories!! <3

Asdfjksdk implying I have a process XD

No but actually it does tend to start with an idea or a concept, something I haven't seen that I want to, and then I just realize that the idea is too big for a one shot. Or some of them just end up bigger than I expected them to. Before I Go is actually a great example, I did not know what I was getting into lol

Once I realize it's going to be a longer one, I tend to plan by writing stuff down in a physical notebook. I don't know if that's just what I'm used to or if it's an actual brain thing, but I do my best brainstorming in notebooks, and my best writing on a computer (or phone if I'm without access or desperate). I actually have a lot of notes I can still show people if they ask, though I'm sure I'd have to hunt for them.

And then comes the inevitable point where the characters tell me the plot I've come up with is stupid and wrestle it away from me to do their own thing. This happens in almost every story I write. Characters have opinions, I don't know what to tell you.

As to your second question, they probably wouldn't get pets at any point during the actual storyline I've written just because they aren't going to be in a position where they're able to take care of it. If they were actually going to have a life together and they'd know it wouldn't look too suspicious, I can see this as being something they'd actually argue about. Remus would want a golden retriever, because they're the kind of friendly and loyal pet that reminds him of how Roman was before everything went wrong. And Janus would want something more low-maintenance, like a cat or a snake (low maintenance in that you don't have to walk or play with them as often, not that they don't need care). After Remus died, however, if Janus would get a pet, it would be a golden retriever, because now it'd just remind him of Remus, and he'd be looking for that.

[folkloristico]

I tried to restrain myself from sending half the ask game xd

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. + Marion

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Thank you for the ask!

😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists? 

Generally speaking, my first smut fic ever still haunts me to this very day, and I’m glad nobody ever knows it was written by me. Funnily enough, it’s my most popular fic ever—the power of smut, Ig? 

But related to the Winx fandom, I think the first fic ever I wrote about CoL, from Hagen’s POV. I still like most of the headcanons thrown in there and have implemented them in other WIPs, but I feel like the characterization was a bit off. I also used to find Hagen/Faragonda cute, but I really am not interested in them as a romantic pairing anymore, so there’s that, too. 

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? 

When a character has been keeping all of their feelings crammed inside of them for a very long time, and when they can’t hold it any longer, they snap, and it’s unexpected because they’re usually so calm and collected. I see this trope usually used in romance, but it has an insane amount of power in Gen fics as well—absolutely not thinking of Daphne here. 

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 

Even though sometimes I still struggle to strike a good balance, I think I’ve gotten fairly good at describing people and places.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? 

Not really. I wouldn’t mind that much if some people found out I write as a hobby, but I find most people tend to insist on reading your stuff and that would be a no from me because it feels way too personal.

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. + Marion 

I’m gonna borrow from your answer about Daphne and say there are so many I don’t know which one to pick.

… Let’s go with this. Marion is far more good at manipulating people that she would like to admit. Her mother was paranoid to a fault, even more than other members of the family would be—the Dominian royal family tends to be very protective of the Dragon Flame and as a result, they see potential threats where there are none. Queen Mother was no exception, and things only got worse when Marion’s father died. In her worst days, Marion still feels her mother’s voice in her own mind telling her not to trust anyone and to never show your true face to them. Oritel is swift to notice because despite not loving her at first, he’s captivated by her and spends a lot of time observing her. She’s very good at playing the court game, and she might have overestimated herself a bit when it comes to thinking she’s deceived everyone. Griffin also notices pretty swiftly, though it’s partly due to the fact that Marion dislikes her at first and so drops the mask quickly, basically telling her she’s only useful because she knows Valtor.

Daphne has taken a lot from Marion in this aspect. In my AU, she spends the last 8-ish years of her life jumping back from Domino and Andros, occasionally visiting other places as she studies to become a Nymph, and as she grows more into her own person she starts to realize just how much she’s good at manipulating people if she only wants to. This unsettles both Marion and Daphne because it’s something they’re not proud of, but the matter is mostly brushed aside and only surfaces post-SotLK. 

🤯 What’s a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Horror. I guess it’s because it’s a genre I’ve never clicked with outside of a few exceptions, so my interest in writing it is as scarce as my interest in reading about it.

Send me an ask!

[mako-neexu]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im that anon (just call me raynon) that sent the arknighhts/fgo thing and funny how you like Honkai Star Rail bc i do as well :]

anyways stelle "fated to have some kind of glorious fate" meeting ritsuka "was never meant to have this fate". Can you tell i love main characters who are doomed by their narrative.

Hello raynon!!!!! I liked writing the fgo x arknights mini fic xD but i really wished i could have written dr. roman and Doctor conversation!! but im not too confident yet ahaha

But i loved your idea again and decided to give HSR x FGO a go xD so i tried a conversation between Stelle and Gudako!

I'm so sorry for taking so long asdfhjkl i wasnt too sure about stelle's personality since it swings from goofy raccoon, to greedy trailblazer, and to cool girlboss XD

- No matter where she went with Dan Heng and March, for her, the sky, the stars, and her friends had always been a constant relief in her life.

Stelle didn’t really remember much from back then… but Kafka was the only one she truly remembered. A figure close to a mother, now a criminal she and the Express are doing their best to capture.

“So you love the stars too, huh?”

From beside her, Ritsuka leans back, hold folded behind her head. Stelle turns her gaze back at the sky, smiling softly, “I do, but it could get boring and sad real fast though.”

“Mmm, you’re right about that.”

When she looked at Ritsuka, there was something in her eyes that told her of a journey unlike her own Trailblazing one. 

If hers was a journey with the stars, finding out what her purpose and true Path was, then Ritsuka’s own was a descent from the sky, struggling to hold on to that star she had attained long ago.

“Come to think of it,” Ritsuka hums, then turns to her with a mischievous grin, “In terms of when our journey started, I’m your Senpai in ‘this’.”

Stelle groaned, blushing as she was reminded once more of those days when she was just a child, seeing Ritsuka’s face in the television broadcasting other worlds’ conundrums. She did admire her like a fan would to an idol or celebrity, but up close, she realizes how human Ritsuka is. Or perhaps, was.

“So you want me to call you that then?”

The Master bit the inside of her cheek and smiled, “Not really. Just call me Ritsuka.”

Sensing that the title felt kind of personal, she stuck to the request. “Ritsuka, then.”

Silence reigns the atmosphere, though it was comfortable as their surroundings were nothing but the countless stars before them, to Stelle, she felt a little nervous. Especially when she caught Ritsuka’s glance, nothing more than patience in her eyes to encourage the Trailblazer.

“Do you regret it?” She stopped at that.

“Hm?”

“I think… if I were in your position I would’ve gone crazy.”

Ritsuka blinks, once, twice, before her words registered, “Ohh, so it's that then. Well, I don’t regret it one bit.”

“You’ve died more than a hundred times though. What seemed to be the end also becomes another ‘beginning’ in your journey.”

“Pfft, I’m still alive and kicking, dude. Weren’t you the one who got stabbed in the heart earlier? That just means I get to see my friends for a little while longer.”

Urk, she’s right… But- “While my… journey seems to be onward to something ‘beautiful’, yours is-”

“-is what?” Ritsuka snapped, taking Stelle aback, “Something doomed? Something awful? Of course I’m doomed from the start. I knew that. But is it awful? It’s not pretty, but there are far too many beautiful things in my life too.”

Ritsuka looked away, pulling her knees under her chin and crossing her arms around her legs, she whispered, “A… friend said that as well. That I’m going down the path of destruction, a path which I was never meant to be put in yet thrusted into.”

And here Stelle was, down the opposite one, a “fated” path that seems so glorious that the light of it might blind her.

“...I’m sorry.”

Ritsuka sadly smiled, something Stelle never would never be able to if she had been in her position, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping back at you as well. You were just concerned.”

“Still…”

The Master reached out, covering her gloved hand with her own, “Just… Even though I have to wade through the blood, I know I’ll be able to find happiness along the way.” Turning to Stelle, she suddenly pulled on her cheek and puffed her own, “As for you! Just because you think it's beautiful doesn’t mean you won’t be encountering challenges near impossible to overcome.”

Stelle pouted from the slight pain of having her cheeks pulled but nevertheless replied, “Thank you… but I really am worried about you.” After all, she’s seen how she has come so far after being in literal years to continue her journey.

Now that the Master had finished not only finished “part one” but “part two” as well, there would surely be more to come… as fate doesn’t want to let her rest just yet.

Ritsuka stilled, and smiled, a happier one compared to the others from earlier, “I’ll be okay. Plus, I’m used to it.”

Despite the darkness of space with its stars, their surroundings seem to be getting lighter… Just as she saw Ritsuka notice it as well, Stelle hummed, “We’re waking up I guess? Or going back to our worlds.”

…Either way, this would be another goodbye. One that she herself wasn’t sure if it would be the last despite the first with the very person she admired from afar.

“Oh, already? That was fast.”

Stelle grimaced, “It was. Do you think I’ll be able to see you again?”

“Here I thought you'd be excited to see the trash cans again.” Ritsuka’s laugh had her blushing and sputtering on the spot. Gah! What the heck? Of course, she’d also know that! 

“Urgh, Ritsuka!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” As her laughter died down, the smile that never quite reached her eyes was back in place, “Still, it was nice meeting you.”

She blushed, averting her eyes from the red-haired’s own, “Same here. But before we go back, just in case we meet again, let’s tell more about our stories to each other.”

That way neither of them wouldn’t forget the other. Whether the Stellaron would swallow her body first or one of Ritsuka’s peril would finally “set her free”, that was up to their fates inscribed in the stars.

Ritsuka faltered, sensing her intentions, before giving her a genuine smile.

“I’d like that, Stelle.”

[obsidiancreates]

Bright Suits and Bright Minds (Though Shenanigans Aren't Far Behind)

(Where in the timeline does this happen? Beats me. They're wanderin' the Feywild and that's all I know. Basically I just wanted Kremy and Frost to meet my OC Carter because there's some similarities XD)

(Edit: I put a Read More in but it's not showing that in the tag so I apologize deeply for anyone in the tag wondering why I put a long-ass fic here. I didn't, Tumblr isn't putting the Read More in and I'm sorry.)

"Well," Gideon sighs, hands on his hips as he looks around and sighs. "We're lost."

"You're just realizing that now?" Frost arcs an eyebrow up at his friend. "We haven't seen anything other than trees and muck for hours."

"Yeah, but, that's kinda just how this place is."

"... You're not wrong," Frost concedes. "Twig, do you have any idea where we are?"

Twig looks around for a moment, peering out into the fog from where she sits on Gideon's shoulders. "... Nope!"

""I really should've used Guidance when we started," Gricko mumbles to himself, wincing with wide eyes at his own mistake. "Maybe someone will come by we can ask for directions?"

"I'm not so sure that'll-"

"Oh, finally!"

"Oh, well, I was wrong!" Kremy picks up the pace a bit after the interruption, but freezes when he sees the owner of the voice. "Is that a fuckin' human?"

"What is it with you and humans, man? I'm half-human, you don't got any problems with me!"

"You're half not-human too, Gid, that fixes it."

"Well gosh, Kremy, your hatred of humans and want to eat them implies such a rich and layered backstory," Gricko says, smiling and leaning in to elbow Kremy's leg knowingly.

"It sure does, Gricko. Anyway, let's see if he dies and I can use his bones for some broth."

"Fuck that, I'm getting directions." Frost strides forward. "Uh, hello! My name is Morning Frost-"

He's met with a warm hand clasping around his shoulders. "Finally!" the person exclaims. "I was starting to think this whole universe was just swampwater and weird little frogs!"

"This universe?" Frost takes in this apparent human. He has deep dark skin that contrasts sharply, but nicely, with his obnoxiously bright yellow suit. His hair, not quite long enough to be considered a full afro but getting close to it, is tucked masterfully into what looks like a boater's hat made of fabric instead of straw. Frost would consider it eccentric if he wasn't used to Kremy's own style.

The man grins at Frost and steps back, swooping off his hat and bowing deeply. "Carter Clevman, god of cleverness, craftiness, charisma, and charm! Not in this world though." He stands back up and sweeps his hat on with the same practiced ease.

"Oh gods, it's another fuckin' weirdo," Gideon whispers roughly to Kremy.

"Are you from the material plane too?" Gricko asks as the rest of the group gets closer. Carter doesn't even bat an eye at Torbek as he trudges over, tubes glowing and bubbling away. "We could travel toge-"

"No more people!" Kremy interrupts. "For the sake of the nine hells, Gricko, we've already got six!"

"I wouldn't be joining you anyway," Carter says with a wave of his hand. "I'm looking for my four friends. See, I decided I wanted to take a little trip through the multiverse, as you do-"

"Yeah of course. Why not." Gideon looks at Kremy and holds up a fist in question.

Kremy shakes his head, parting his mouth a little. He tastes a magic in the air around this person. It's not a very familiar flavor, and unfortunately, it tastes like this guy might not be human after all. When it comes to things that disguise themselves like this in the Feywild? Probably better to just try and get anything useful from them and then get away.

Carter doesn't pay attention, or at least doesn't acknowledge it. "-and we ran into a little unexpected debris in the planes between worlds, and, well, we got separated. Have you seen any other 'humans' or humans around here?" Carter makes air-quotes when he says the first 'humans'.

"No-one but you so far, friend," Kremy says, leaning forward a bit on his cane. "So your little group aren't really humans?"

"Well, half of us aren't. I already said I'm not-"

"Torbek doesn't mean to be rude," Torbek says slowly. "But... Torbek doesn't remember any gods wearing suits like Mr. Kremy's..."

"Suit's like-! My suit is finely tailored! Purple is a-a sign of high society!" Kremy brushes off his lapel, offended. "He doesn't even have a cane!"

"A cane is a good idea though. Love the skull on yours, my friend Evelyn would love it too. She's one of the people I'm looking for. She'll either look like a pale human woman with black hair that's bright blue at the tips, sort of a tough almost biker style to her clothes, or she'll look like a harbinger of plant-based revenge." Carter gestures at his back. "Giant wings that go from scales to feathers, four big horns, glowing blue eyes, stuff like that."

"Have we met anybody like that?" Gricko asks, looking up at his companions.

There's a moment of deliberation.

"Never seen her," Twig finally says, "I'm sorry we can't help."

"Ah, it's alright, it was a long shot. If you do see her, let her know I'm looking for her around this area. I'm also looking for Ashlyn, she's got ginger hair and lots of freckles, I believe she was wearing a pink hoodie this time, and is probably carrying around a glowing bow and arrows, she knows me well enough to be armed when she tries to take vacations with me."

"Oh." Gricko crinkles his nose. "You sound like a fun guy to travel with. Hootsie," he says softly to his daughter, "If you have a friend where you always have to be armed to hang out with them, you get new friends, alright?"

"Um, Gricko? That's the case with us." Frost pats Gricko's back.

"... Oh gods, Frosty, you're right. Hootsie, I am so sorry sweetie-"

"I'm also looking for a couple, they'll probably be together. A short woman with light brown hair, oh no. Oh, she was wearing one of her nice pairs of jeans too, I'm going to owe her forever. Literally. Anyway, she'll likely have a bright glowing necklace on and be with her husband, who's about- oh, about the height of your red friend here." Carter gestures at Gideon. "Not red, though, and no beard. Possibly horns, depends on if he's in his demon form or not."

"Demon? We won't be messing with any demons." Kremy looks around and raises his cane a little.

"No no, he's very kind! He rescues cats out of trees and they've fostered orphaned puppies and everything, they're so overly sweet it gave me a cavity once. I didn't even know that could happen, given this physical form is just something I whipped up for fun a few millennia ago."

"If you don't mind my asking," Frost says, looking Carter up and down. "If you're some kind of god or deity... why did you and your companions get so lost? How did something like this happen if you're supposed to be such a-a powerful being?"

"Well, you know how it is. Sometimes you jump into something just bursting with self confidence, and you realize along the way 'Oh-ho! This was unearned'!" Carter chuckles at himself. It's not exactly a happy chuckle. "Ahhh... yeah. I said I was the god of cleverness, not competence."

"If he's the god of cleverness, that might explain a few things. Like how we got so many people to come to our carnival," Gideon says. "You're slackin' off, man."

"Why do you guys keep insultin' the carnival? It was a good carnival!"

"Whatever helps you sleep, Kremy." Frost looks back at Carter. "It's true, you're not doing very well."

"First of all, I said I was the god of it in another universe. I don't know who's in charge of it here, and other cleverness gods and I tend not to get along. ... They think I disgrace the title because I enjoy indulging in silly antics that some would consider dumb. Secondly, I don't control cleverness! I'm a personification of concepts, feelings, aspects! Gods in my world aren't responsible for creation, just... existing as the thing we are! The creation is left up to Sid."

"Sid? You some kinda cleric with a god named Sid?" Kremy lowers his cane. He's starting to think this guy isn't so much dangerous as off his rocker.

"Cleric? Well, at least that narrows down what universe I'm in somewhat... and no! No, Sid is just the nineteen year old who created our universe and controls it by writing it in her spare time."

"Your world is controlled by a nineteen year old?" Frost shakes his head. "I see why you left."

"No, I was just taking a vacation. My friends and I are actually quite close with Sid!"

"Well, are you actually close with them? Or are you kinda forced to be on account of them bein' a god?" Kremy leans a away from Carter.

Frost's eyes widen for just a second as he nods. "That's a good point Kremy. Carter, how do you even know you have free will or agency at all if uh, if your world's creator is involved so deeply in your life?"

"... Don't-don't make me think about that. I- ohhh, god..."

And then Sid didn't know how to end it. So Carter just sat down and had an existential crisis while the Witchlight party walked on.

[therosefrontier]

20 Questions for Writers

Got tagged by @pencilofawesomeness!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Ah, 66 of them! And if I count that Whumptober 2021 collection that I put in one work but is really 31 different oneshots, then 96, I suppose...?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

That would be 999226, from the looks of it! (oh wow I didn't realize I was so close to one million, dang...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Genshin Impact, Tower of God, and now Twisted Wonderland have been the biggest hyperfixations over the past few years, I'd say! And also Fairy Tail! Got a few for FT due to an event...still need to continue those... And yeah, going a little older, I got My Hero Academia, Voltron, Attack on Titan, Sonic the Hedgehog, etc... Also unpublished RWBY. But then I have a lot of unpublished WIPs soooo...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hmm, looks like that would be...

Every Day We Face the World: Whumptober 2021 | Genshin Impact | 383

We Promised We Would Be Together | Genshin Impact | 342

A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job | Genshin Impact | 242

And You Think, "No Escape" | Twisted Wonderland | 227

Angeli Quaeritus | My Hero Academia | 206

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or at least, I like to! Now I do. So, with Whumptober last year, I did drop the ball on this one, I remember. I was going through the process of responding for a while and taking a long time getting back to people...and eventually, after multiple months have passed, I just went "marked read" to everything that remained. In retrospect, I kind of wish I had not overthought it so much and just made a response. I can overthink a lot of things like this. But of course, I do really really enjoy reading comments! And I like the interaction of responding. But because of my awkwardness, sometimes it's difficult knowing what to say to a compliment... I think I'm better now than I once was, though, even just compared to a year or two ago...

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, so, my first thought is Tower to Celestia on account of being my one and only "real" major character death fic, but it's more bittersweet, maybe? Since I end with the epilogue, with grown-up Klee telling the story of her friends who died and kind of sharing the legend... I think angstiest might have to go to Together We Face the Darkness, actually. Which is, uh, also character death, but canonical? It's a Whumptober piece, and for the most part, those still get happy endings, but not so much for the backstory ones...

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Huh, good question! And You Think "No Escape" when I finish it, maybe but yeah, I usually end "happy" in some way, though generally following much angst, but I think I might have to go with A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job for this? Ends with lightheartedly intense snowball fights, found family vibes, and Razor calling his friends "lupical" so, like, looking back on it, I think it might be up there! At least in my opinion :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I have not! At least, nothing of significance I remember. The community's been very nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, I do not! I don't really write romance much at all? My aroace self does not have this material in my purview in any way XD

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do! Although it's mainly in the realm of "AU of characters from fandom X now in the world of fandom Y" rather than truly making the characters collide, but on that note, I agree with @pencilofawesomeness that the The A.I.D. Universe project we were doing is probably the craziest, for sure! That concept really was just "what if all of the fandoms existed as their own world in the multiverse, and what if there was some super special interdimensional task force that deals with multiverse problems and which recruited all of these characters as members?" We never posted all that much for it, but it was a cool thought experiment back in the day, and we had a lot of ideas for the middle of the broad story and all the adventures they may have. May or may not ever really get back to this, but great memories, all the same.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, I have not!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Again with the A.I.D. project with @pencilofawesomeness, and more than that, some things we did in the past before the AO3 days...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm not really a shipper? So, hard to say, but if I were to pick one, it might be Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, actually? That said, it completely flew over my head actually watching the show; the fondness comes from fandom content, honestly, as is the case with many such things XD

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Oof, that is the question. I would like to think that I'll get back to everything in time (what I've published, at least), although there are a few old ones that I think I'll end up making much shorter than originally planned, Angeli Quaeritus included (that one haunts me hard...). Sonic Reloaded, however, is probably not going to happen at all, unfortunately. Same with the A.I.D. Files.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Huh...good question. Weaving introspection into the prose, maybe? Interweaving complicated plot elements and making stuff connect? Making multiple POVs work? I'm not really sure. I feel like a lot of this just goes into the way I like to write, as a matter of style. But the latter point is something I've actually been called out for fairly recently in comments by others, so...thank you? It was encouraging to hear, anyways!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fight scenes have always been tough. I think I'm better now than I used to be, but choreography is tough, and I applaud those who can make it work! Besides that I can struggle with being longwinded and not knowing where to put the worldbuilding in when there is some. Also character descriptions. As in, physical descriptions. How do I describe?? Fanfics spoil me in that I can get away with not really having to do that most of the time, since the main characters are usually known to the reader, but it still comes up.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I really have...? I can see where it can add to the immersion, but also, don't want readers to just...not understand what's going or have to use a translate app. Sometimes I will sprinkle in words in another language when I think that is the word that best describes the thing or it's a very specific cultural thing. I also will use Japanese honorifics for Japanese media sometimes, though not strictly. I'm not using it nearly as often as an actual speaker (or the canon media) would, but it feels right to throw it in at places, because that's what I hear in my head? And also, it's just far more specific than anything English has to translate it to? Although I'm not always consistent (and I've probably also been inaccurate at places too, admittedly). Like for instance with Twisted Wonderland, Cater will call Lilia "Lilia-chan", but the English localization just uses "Lils" to indicate a nickname, so I've also used "Lils" in writing Cater's speech, but on the other hand, I'll write Sebek as referring to Lilia as "sama" or "senpai" because that is just way more precise to what he means.

Also, speaking of Twisted Wonderland, it's canonical that Rook randomly peppers French into his speech, so...yeah. Things like that XD

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sonic the Hedgehog! Way, way long ago into yesteryear and long buried... Warrior Cat RPs came around at near the same time for me, though, I think...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Honestly? I think that would have to be my current big project, And You Think, "No Escape". I'm just really, really glad with the way it's been turning out, and I'm almost done, too! Just a couple more chapters to go. Feels like a breakthrough for me as a writer... I've been at this for a long time, but it feels like it hasn't been until recently that I truly grasped my own style and how to make an executable idea, if that makes sense? But anyways, I like to call myself a found-family-loving whump writer who also likes a feel of action and adventure, and this fic is pretty much exactly that. The fandom inspired me by a lot, for sure. These characters grabbed hold of my heart and now I have a vested interest in seeing these boys talk about their feelings (not an easy task XD). It's been a wild ride, but yeah, I've had a blast!

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So...yeah! That! Now let's see... going to tag @resident-normal-person, @wintersphoenix, and @comfort-questing! No pressure, of course! Just if you want to! And also to anyone else who sees this and wants to, you may feel free to take it on!

[moveslikebucky]

B F and M, if you will! ❤️

EEE THANK U ASHFAE <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Oh goodness yea. So much of my dialogue and interaction is literally things that happen often between me and my husband xD also a lot of the queer longing i put into these fics is rooted very firmly in reality lbr.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I'd have to go with this bit from the Youth Pastor/Bad Boy reverse omens au that I've been working on where they're just settling into their burgeoning friendship and go out for pizza:

“But, if I can wax poetic about this ‘basic pepperoni’, you have to try my ridiculous concoction of a pizza.” Gadriel smiled mischievously at him, continuing to finish his slice, “I was already going to do that, but deal.” Ezra took a bite of the pepperoni, enjoying it the same way he had enjoyed his own slice. “The crust still stands, the semolina flour giving a smooth finish while the cornmeal makes for a nice crunch. The inclusion of cheddar-jack along with the mozzarella makes for a lovely combination of sharp and mild that dances along the palate. The pepperonis are perfectly cupped, holding just enough grease to cut through the acidity of the marinara, which given the rustic texture of the tomatoes and the garlic clove I believe must be made in house, rather than purchased and used from a can. Incredible, five stars.” Gadriel chuckled. “I can’t believe you just did that, has anyone told you that you are incredibly pretentious?” “I’m not pretentious, I just know good food when I taste it,” Ezra said with a huff. “I dunno,” Gadriel drawled sarcastically, “I think maybe someone isn’t quite as down to earth as they want everyone to think.” “Says the man who drinks beer for the first time just to look cool?” “Ehh… point taken.”

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Oh man there are so many that I have sitting in me and Ouida's server xD. A few that I'm very excited about:

A human au where Crowley is a repressed incel who doesn't realize he's gay and wanders into a queer kink bar by mistake on his way to an alpha male grindset meetup at a different bar and meets leather daddy Aziraphale who gives him a new lease on what being a man is about.

A book canon fic where Aziraphale and Crowley's corporations are damaged to the point where they have to discorporate in a battle back in celtic times, but their bodies are in a ravine and they are slowly decomposing because no one knows they're there and they can't off themselves (obviously no one actually dies, I just want the imagery of bodies decomposing together because I listen to too much Hozier).

Another human au where Crowley works at a truckstop and Aziraphale is the big quiet bear of a trucker who frequents the establishment and Crowley is Big Time Horny for him.

Reverse omens Beauty and the Beast fusion but it's specifically The Tiger's Bride by Angela Carter inspired.