#writing tragedies no one asked for

[defiedfate]

I feel like Charlie wasn't Lilith's only pregnancy. barring any RP canons with future partners, Charlie is certainly her only baby. But I do hold the belief that Lilith was probably pregnant before and after Charlie was born and those pregnancies all ended badly one way or another.

[sandushengshou]

to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w

(requested by @highwarlockkareena for my 1 follower celebration)

[sea-buns]

Never did I expect myself to be mourning the absence of english essays and writing exams and theatre class critiques. Do you understand how fucking amazing of a grade I could get on an analysis of trauma in Critical Role? On Lou Wilson and Emily Axford's finesse in portraying the heavy expectations and double standards placed on children? On Ylfa Snorgelsson's relationship to death? On the journey of a man's relationship to violence? On an analysis of grief in Dimension 20? On the pitfalls of youth? On the dynamic between humanity and religion? On the journey of self-discovery and acceptance? On love in all its forms? On the nature of choice? On everything Brennan Lee Mulligan has to say about capitalism? On the tragedy of im/mortality? On Gerard and Elody's divorce? On the unfeeling and aimless happenstance of the universe? On the role of fate and destiny? I'm not saying it would be easy. I'm saying can you imagine how fucking cool it would have been to turn in 5 pages about a dnd show, feeling good about it?

[lightbulb-warning]

You are so cool

Let's discuss shuichi and the possibility of bisexual shuichi

*cough*

"possibility"?? uhh- *calculation noises* ...VERY HIGH.

[necrotic-nephilim]

I started in DC by reading fanfics, but as I began to read actual comics, I started to be unable to read the actual fanfic that got me into it in the first place because it's so out of character.

But there are still some stories that I love to read because I love the found family trope so much, even if it isn't really accurate to the source material.

As a comics purist (sometimes), are there tropes that you like enough that you'll still enjoy a fic even if it's not accurate to canon?

oh my god this is SUCH a fun question. bc while i started with the comics, there were certain characters and/or character dynamics where i was exposed to the fanon before the canon (just bc it's hard to read everything when you start out just to read some fanfic) and so i've definitely experienced the fanon to canon transition. (*especially* with Jason Todd. i had only read 80s/90s stuff where he was already dead or the New-52 bc that was on-going when i got into comics and man. the fanon misunderstandings i had about him before i got frustrated and sat down to read all his pre-Flashpoint stuff were absolutely bonkers.) and aside from that, whilst i tend to prefer canon over fanon, i'm not past giving fanon its flowers for occasionally having really interesting insights. occasionally. so some of my fanon "guilty pleasure" tropes would probably be

Morally Grey Tim Drake - this is one where if you try to back it up with canon, i *will* get salty about it. of everyone in the Batfam aside from maybe Bruce and Cass, Tim has the *most* black and white morals. often his internal conflicts are routed in such an inability to compromise his moral views and it can cause him to clash with other characters. he's *very* stiff and rigid in his beliefs and is *rare* to compromise in even the smallest ways. i mean, DC has repeatedly used Tim Drake of Tomorrow/Savior/Gun Batman!Tim for a reason. it's to demonstrate that of everyone, Tim *cannot* have his morals compromised. there's no grey area for him. he's zero or a hundred, so if he tips over the edge of "too far" he tips *all the way*, and doing so is one of his worst fears, how he could go "too far" if he let himself. a couple panels out of context from Red Robin (2009) (which was a grief spiral for Tim to begin with) don't change that. now that said. if it's done *right*, i sort of love Tim being morally grey in fanfic. it takes a specific flavor for me, and it's incredibly important to include that mental spiral along with it, of him struggling to justify it. i don't have any interest in "Tim Drake is loosy goosy with Bruce's morals and has the highest kill count and no one knows teehee" bc it doesn't play with the interesting parts of making Tim morally grey, which are fracturing his psyche. but all in all, i think it's fun to put Tim in a morally grey area and i will read it in fanfic and i enjoy writing it a lot

Joker Junior!Tim Drake - i've not written it on this account (yet) but on my main ao3 account one of my biggest fics surrounds this concept. this is one of those "well *technically* it's canon but only in a specific very divorced from the comics universe and would not work at all in the main timeline" so, i categorize it as fanon in that 95% of fics exploring the concept are not doing so within the Batman Beyond universe, but the main timeline. i just love it. I'll take any excuse to whump Tim, but this concept is so fun. psychologically breaking Tim will always be my favorite pastime. there are so many ways to explore the long-term effects this could have on him, how it could affect the Batfam. i'm not a fan of it being used as a "gotcha" to Jason or Babs' trauma with the Joker to paint Tim as the Ultimate Victim, but it is fun to see how their relationships would be affected by being mutual victims of him. (i have a vague JayTim idea where TIm fully retires from being Robin after being Joker Junior and killing the Joker, making Steph Robin for most of his typical Robin era and Jason still tracks him down out of curiosity bc he wants to know what happened and all. very underbaked but i've got thoughts.)

Renegade/Apprentice of Slade!Dick Grayson - this is another one where yes, this happened *sort of* in canon, but i highly doubt most people writing Renegate!Dick have read or are actually pulling from Nightwing: Renegade. it's just an exploration fo the concept fo Dick being Slade's apprentice and i will always eat it up in any capacity. whether Dick grows up with Slade from a young age, or chooses Slade for whatever reason later in life. it's not anything that works in canon bc it compromises Dick morally (similar to the above with Tim) and therefore will always come across incredibly fanon in most fics. but i can't say i don't enjoy it. it's fun to make Dick a little morally fucked up and see what you can make him under Slade's tutelage.

Jason & Damian Meeting in the League -there's no world where i believe this could work in the canon comics. (maybe in the Young Justice cartoon i suppose, but even then i think it's iffy) i would go as far to say it's wildly unrealistic. i don't see a world where Ra's would let Jason anywhere *near* Damian, bc Jason was Talia's pet project that he didn't approve of. that all said, there's something very interesting about how they *could've* met and them potentially bonding during that timeframe. them being somewhat brotherly during this time because Jason sees Bruce in Damian and sort of latches onto the kid and Damian is full of wonder hearing real stories about Batman and Robin, then that getting violently ripped away by Jason leaving the League is fun to me. it's fun how that could affect them within the Batfam and all. it's super fanon to me, but i do not care. i will eat it up

Bad Dad Clark Kent/Good Dad Lex Luthor - i will admit as a late, i've been less and less kind to this particular fanon bc of everything i've argued with people about, *this* one seems the most pervasive as misunderstood fanon. i don't mind when fanon exists, my gripe is when ppl try to claim it's canon. and the *arguments* i've had over this with people who can never seem to cite an actual comic are... frustrating. but that said, i think there is something fun to this strictly in fanon. the duality of who you expect to accept Kon and who you expect to hurt him being flipped is just sort of fun for the occasional guilty pleasure fic. it can make Kon's internal conflict a bit more interesting. the same goes for the Jon favoritism from Clark, it's not a canon thing (and i rlly wish ppl understood how complicated the timeline of Kon and Jon is and any distance from Clark toward Kon isn't malice, it's that Kon is from a timeline that Clark does not remember in the current canon so Clark just straight up doesn't know the poor kid.) but it's sort of fun to give Kon that complex of being overlooked and forgotten sometimes. making Kon just a *bit* more Luthor than Kent will *always* appeal to me in fanfic, especially if he *knows* it's wrong but craves approval from anyone who will give it.

Good Dad Bruce Wayne - i'll die on the hill Bruce is canonically a shitty father. maybe not to the extreme some people write him as, but he's not great at it. that said, i enjoy it in fanfiction. sometimes, i just want silly fluff or hurt/comfort where Bruce finally gets it right and manages to comfort whatever Batkid is in the fic. one of my favorite fics of all time is hinged on Bruce being a good dad, so i think it's just fun to explore how good the relationships *could* be, if Bruce was slightly less of an asshole. i usually prefer him as an asshole, but there are times i want low stakes nonsense.

Gotham Rogues Having Soft Spots for Robin(s) - just about every Rogue in Gotham has done something absolutely irredeemable, and most of them don't like or care about anyone in the Batfamily. but if there's a fic where one of the Robins inexplicably is sort of close with a Rogue and they have a cute silly relationship out of it? I'll eat it up i fear. Steph and the Riddler are besties? I'll believe it. Tim and Scarecrow get along pretty well? give me ten of these. Rogues protecting Robins just hits a spot. the unexpected nature of the relationship, as well as the fact they see each other regularly, can make a lot of good fodder.

[bisexualamy]

Your take on Power of Three is sooo good and correct! Underrated ep!

Thank you! "Power of Three" is another ep where I believe that I could Fix Her with minimal rewrites. I really think it's remembered poorly because the villain is underwhelming and underdeveloped. I think if they'd just simplified the villain, or turned the episode into a non-antagonist episode like they did with "Twice Upon a Time", more people would give it the credit it deserves. The point of "Power of Three" is not the villain.

Power of Three is an episode primarily concerned with what happens after people leave the TARDIS. Modern Who did this earlier, with Sarah Jane in "School Reunion", Jack in The Utopia Arc and later in Torchwood, and pretty much all of the farewell sequence in "End of Time." Chibnall did it later as well with the companion support group. But I think "Power of Three" is unique in that its tone is markedly more positive than previous examples. It's a lovely slice of life episode and a lovely ode to Amy and Rory, who've at that point were our companions the longest anyone's been a companion in Modern Who.

We get the Team TARDIS domesticity that many of us love. We get glimpses of Amy and Rory's friends back home, and the joy they take in "boring" things like weddings and dinner parties. It has the introduction of Kate Stewart and a lovely homage to the Brig. It has my favorite scene with Amy and Eleven by the Thames, where two people who have such difficulty being emotionally direct and genuine are able to now, after years of growing together, admit plainly that they love each other and they're terrified of losing each other. The episode is full of references to how the Doctor's fingerprints are all of Earth and its history, some good and some bad, but ultimately he is loved. His impact isn't just dramatic, be that saving the Earth or bringing about terrible tragedy. The Doctor is Amy and Rory's friend. The Brigadier's friend. Kate's friend. That's it.

I love "Power of Three" because, for the first time since the revival, we're seeing companions who grow beyond the Doctor, whose relationship grows and changes to include the Doctor less or differently, without tragedy being the catalyst. Amy and Rory aren't traumatized like Martha. They don't have their memories wiped like Donna. They aren't forcibly ripped away like Rose. They just built a life they like, and as they're growing up they're finding a lot of joy in all the different ways they can live their life.

Amy has learned to appreciate a life that is slower and simpler. Rory has grown confident both in his relationship with Amy and his career. Amy and Eleven explain the episode's point right at the beginning:

AMY: To think it's been ten years. Not for you, or for Earth, but for us. Ten years older. Ten years of you, on and off. ELEVEN: Look at you now. All grown up.

This is Amy's character arc, and Amy/Eleven's relationship arc, in a nutshell. This is the end of their story. And as much as I love "Angels Take Manhattan", I feel like really, in "Power of Three", Amy and Rory demonstrate that they're already ready to move onto the next phase of their lives. Maybe it could've ended less tragically. Maybe the Doctor could've visited them for decades and decades in the future. But they were never going to travel again like they did back in Series 5 and 6. And that can be wonderful.

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[incorrect-koh-posts]

You said "which is a tragedy in its own right as far as my tastes are concerned, but I digress", but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on this. I hope it's okay to ask, but what kind of fics/pairings would you like/prefer to see emerge from the fandom?

Of course it's okay to ask, dear anon!

Personally? I'd love to see more variety. One of the chief reasons why I enjoy reading fan fiction is finding new things I like - perhaps some pairing I hadn't considered before, some batshit premise or crossover that turns out to be actually brilliant, or maybe a cool genfic that explores previously unseen sides of a character or character dynamic that people don't write about very often. I'm not really the kind of person who seeks out fic based on specific tropes. Once I've read a story with a certain trope in a fandom, it's pretty unlikely that I'll go and read another one with a very similar premise, unless I really enjoy the author's writing.

So what I'd be excited about seeing in the AO3 tag would honestly just be: something new. For instance, a sapphic Sibylla/OC fic would be such a fascinating read (as would be anything at all that explores Sibylla's character a bit more). Or a Saladin-centric fic - sign me the hell up. I'd adore finding something for Godfrey or Imad, and we all know a new Tiberias fic would have me foaming at the mouth. I'd also love an interesting and/or wacky AU (and I'd write one myself if I had the time). Make it Jane Austen and let Baldwin have a gentleman suitor, while Sibylla elopes Lydia-Bennett style with Guy, and Godfrey and Raymond grump about in the Navy. Write a daemon AU (as in His Dark Materials) in the canonical universe. Or throw them all into the 21st century and let Reynald send Saladin threatening messages via fax.

I know the KoH fandom is much too small to engender the sort of variety I'd ideally like to see, and it's only reasonable for writers to sort of double down upon the fic premises and tropes that have done well in terms of hits and comments in the past and write more of the stuff the majority enjoys. As far as taste goes, I'm aware I'm the complete outlier here, and I really don't mean to antagonise anybody with this post or insult their writing or reading preferences. I'm glad your fics are doing well, folks, I truly am - it's only that I'm very likely not the target audience for them. Sometimes I just wish I weren't the only freak in the circus, lol.

(The post anon is referring to is this one btw.)

[separatist-apologist]

finally got around to catching up on your recent fics and I would just like to say that I'm obsessed with you and everything you write <3

- 🌌

(Also may I please propose: elain as helen of troy)

Does that make Lucien Paris??

[drysaladandketchup]

22 Mattdrai please

Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy :)

22. things you said after it was over

Last year, it was Matthew's precious Flames that got punted out of the playoffs. To add insult to injury, it was at the hands of the Oilers. Which is why, that same night, he sent Leon a slew of drunken texts from some dingy downtown bar because he was not in the mood to even look at Leon, let alone go home with him.

Those texts included one declaring they were breaking up, which Leon didn't take to heart because not even five minutes later he got another message assuring him that no they were not actually breaking up Matthew was just going to hate him for the next 48 hours. That, Leon could handle.

Hell, he'd probably have gone for 72 hours. Minimum. And he had to rest his ankle anyways, if he wanted any chance of seeing ice-time the next game. He'd be there when Matthew was ready.

This year, it's the Oilers who go out first.

Leon just barely keeps it together through the post-game media frenzy. He doesn't want to look at the cameras, barely keeps the shudder from his voice, which is little more than a whimper because he just can’t breathe. Hunkered down with his hood up because it feels safe, the only barrier between him and a world that just crushed his dream. Again.

It's not like he can be mad at Matthew, because he fucked off to Florida, a whole other division, so Leon has no excuse for not answering any of his texts, or the six separate times Matthew tried to call after Vegas knocked Edmonton on it's ass.

Only once Leon's back home for the night, drained and exhausted and dazed, refusing to go out with Connor and the guys because he really, really doesn't want to exist right now, does he look at his phone.

Cuddling Bowie in his arms, he sits on the couch and scrolls through the avalanche of texts from Matthew. The last one catches him off guard, and he stares at it, reading it over and over.

come down and see me. please.

And... yeah. Through the doom and gloom of another lost season, he misses Matthew. Matthew, who's season isn't done. Matthew, who doesn't need Leon, but wants him. Wants him to be there.

So Leon books a flight to Florida, and starts packing.

The next day he goes in early for clear-out, says his goodbyes, and drives right to the airport. After an almost nine hour flight--including a layover in Denver that's great for his legs but not his morale--he lands in Fort Lauderdale just as the sun hits the horizon.

Matthew's waiting for him at Arrivals, dressed in board shorts and sandals and button-down shirt, sunglasses and that damn bucket hat. He smiles when he sees Leon, waves, and the simplicity of it chips away at the heavy stone sitting on Leon's chest. He always breathes better when he's with Matthew.

"What, not even a sign?" Leon calls out once he's in earshot. "I thought you were excited to see me?"

Matthew slaps the brim of Leon's hat down over his eyes. "Next time I'll bring confetti canons and air horns."

And fuck, just hearing Matthew's voice again without a phone between them lifts a weight off Leon's shoulders. It almost makes the defeat worth it.

His hands are too empty suddenly. He wants to hold Matthew's, wrap him up in his arms, touch him anywhere and everywhere, inside and out. Replenish old memories, make new ones. Never let go again.

Matthew gets the jump on him once they're in his car, dragging Leon over the center console by his shirt and into a sloppy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, scratchy beard and plush lips, and as always, it's perfect. This too, aches like a phantom pain when they're on opposite ends of the continent. Phone sex and a bit of imagination with his own hand can't totally replace the sex, but it definitely can't replace the sweetness of a kiss.

When he pulls back, Matthew looks like he's going to immediately drop the one thing Leon really doesn't want to hear--the dreaded I'm sorry about what happened--so he jumps first.

"I missed you."

If Matthew knows he's purposely being cut off, he doesn't show it. He bumps their foreheads together and closes his eyes, like he's just soaking Leon in.

"Missed you too."

As the dusk fades to night, they drive, and drive, and drive. Not to Matthew's house, that's immediately obvious, but Leon doesn't ask where they're going. He slumps in the passenger's seat, leg tucked up against the dashboard, and goes between watching palm trees and glistening waterfront, to watching Matthew.

He tries not to think about hockey, but it was a long and restless flight, and Matthew's got a stupid little air freshener shaped like skates, and the playoffs aren't actually over, so of course the first thing Leon says to break the silence is, "When's your next game?"

Matthew taps his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the music playing on the radio. "Thursday. Against Carolina. We're flying out the day after tomorrow."

"Hmm. So what are we doing with all that time?"

"Fucking, hopefully." Matthew glances sidelong at him, tongue poking between his teeth. "At least for part of it. I still have practice, and you need to relax."

"What am I doing while you're gone?"

"Waiting for me to come back? You can stay at my place. Come to the games when we're at home. My family's going to drop in too, so, you know, be prepared for that."

Won't be Leon's first tangle with the Tkachuks. Pretty sure he's an honorary member of the family at this point, even if he still struggles to keep up with the energy they bring to a room. Not that he minds.

The rest of the drive is quiet enough that Leon dozes off. When he wakes up, groggy with jet lag, it's dark aside from the street lights, and Matthew is pulling into a parking lot up from a small, deserted beach. Leon doesn't know which one; there's so many here. He follows Matthew out of the car and down the promenade, down the stone steps to the sand, where grains slip between his toes and the sound of the waves soothes the storm in his own head.

Which is exactly why Matthew brought him here; somewhere secluded, somewhere that can't hurt him. Because Leon loves the ocean, and Matthew loves him.

He follows Matthew along the beach, going nowhere in particular. Matthew walks purposefully nonetheless, head high and shoulders back, warm breeze tugging at his clothes and ruffling his curls. Something Leon loves to do too, and can't wait to do again.

This place looks good on Matthew. If only it weren't so far away.

"I'm glad you came," Matthew says over his shoulder, slowing until Leon catches up. "I wasn't sure you would."

Why not? The year-round heat and the beaches and the seemingly endless bars are a nice change of pace. But more importantly, this is where Matthew is. Of course he was going to come.

"Beats sitting around re-watching the second round wondering what we could have done differently," Leon says instead, because it's true, and because he doesn't need to tell Matthew what he already knows.

"Hey, that's not a bad thing. But it's not what you need right now." Matthew swallows, takes an uneven breath like he's the one getting choked up. "I saw your interview yesterday. After the game. Leon, you know I didn't call you down here for me, right? Don't get me wrong, I'd fucking love for you to be here watching us play, but the way you sounded... I was worried you'd end up sitting around your house all alone and depressed."

"I'm not depressed. And I wasn't going to. I was planning on going back home."

"Great, so you can mope around in Germany instead."

"I wouldn't have been alone."

"Much as I love Bowie, he doesn't count, babe."

Leon stops walking, staring at the sand until Matthew stops too, turning back and right into Leon's space to block the wind, which has taken on a chill.

"Leon--"

"Our season's over, Matthew," he mutters. "I really thought we could... I didn't want it to end here."

Matthew sighs, but his eyes are sympathetic. "Yeah. I know. But you're not done. There's always next year. And a bunch more after that."

The same platitudes, every time. It's empty words. Leon knows it. Matthew knows it. But what else is there to say? You fall, you get back up, you try again. Rinse and repeat. That's what this league is.

In any other circumstance, Matthew would probably make some crack about the Oilers and how assuming you guys can actually get your shit together, you may have a chance, but it's, you know, fucking Edmonton, so...

But he's being kind for Leon's sake. Because Matthew's forked tongue turns to silk when he's off the ice. He's so gentle at times like this, handling Leon with kid gloves like he thinks he'll shatter if he so much as breathes too hard.

"I'm just getting tired of it always being 'next year'," Leon admits easily, because it is easy with Matthew. "Every time we come close, we get knocked down. It feels like shit. I'm fucking tired of it."

Every time he climbs the ladder, he tastes victory. The higher the wrung, the sweeter it is. And every time he falls, there's a tiny part of him that worries he'll never get his feet off the ground again.

"Hey." Matthew cups his cheek, forcing Leon to look him in the eye, into pale blues that dance and shine even in the dark. "You're not giving up on me, are you?"

The question catches him so off guard Leon jerks like he's been struck.

"What? No. Fuck no. The hell kind of question is that?"

Quitting has never even crossed his mind. He didn't come into this league thinking it would be easy. He's worked his ass off to get where he is, and sure he's got his own liabilities to work through, but he'll keep going until something gives out.

"Good. Just making sure." Matthew looks so damn smug, but Leon's learned to find that endearing too. "Only place left to go is up, right?"

Right. Leon said something like that to Matthew, once. You win or you lose. Only two options. If you lose, then all you can do next time is win. If you win, you keep winning until you make it to the top. Anger into action, failure into fortune.

Matthew's hand slips down Leon's forearm, searching for his hand, but stops when Leon flinches, and brushes a callused thumb back and forth over the bruise there.

"This from Pietrangelo?"

Leon huffs. "Maniac, yeah. It's fine. It wasn't as bad as it looked."

"Want me to rough him up a little if I see him down the line? My treat. Actually, it'd be my pleasure."

There's that blinding confidence. The Matthew that's going to ensure they blow right past Carolina, through Dallas or Vegas, and raise the Cup. Who's dumb enough to argue with him?

"If you want." Leon's almost too tired to smile, but he tries anyways.

And Matthew softens too, cheeks pinked and teeth showing between his parted lips. It's hard to think back to a time when he would never look at Leon like this; like he's so fucking in love with him it's physically impossible to hide it. Leon can only imagine how he looks to Matthew.

"I'll make you another deal while we're at it," Matthew says.

"A deal or a promise?" Leon knows what's coming, because he knows Matthew. His heart still jumps up into his throat.

"I'll win the Cup for you."

They've learned to say I love you in a million different ways. Somehow, they keep finding new ones.

It's so stupid. Matthew's not arrogant. But then again, he seems to be playing a game no one else is, in a way no one else can. He oozes confidence and bleeds charisma, possesses the kind of karma that can change destinies.

If anyone could actually say it, and do it, it's Matthew. Damn if Leon doesn't believe it, too.

So all he has to do is smile, nod, and say, "Okay."

"Just to be clear," Matthew says, "I'm not doing it for the Oilers. I'm doing it for you. And for me and the Cats, obviously. Maybe... maybe a little more for me and the Cats. No offence, babe."

Leon snorts. "It's fine. It's yours. You earned it."

"So have you." Damn right he has. "Shit just sucks sometimes."

Leon scoffs and rolls his eyes to whatever unseeing deity keeps fucking him over. But he's done wallowing. He's got something so much better standing right in front of him.

"You said this was a deal." Leon tugs him closer, one hand cupping the back of Matthew's head, pressing the words against his mouth. "So what do you want from me?"

Matthew smiles under his lips. "I just want you to be there to see it."

[bumblingbabooshka]

write to me

[the-sky-queen]

Alllllrighty everyone, it's time to talk about the plot for that Sonic Mesmerizer pic I posted yesterday. :D So, first of all, I've decided that the AU is called Mesmerize Me. (If you weren't aware, it's based off the vocaloid song, Mesmerizer.) So! Here's what's going on in this lovely little AU:

Our setting is this mall and we've got two main locations there. First is a restaurant of some kind and second is a movie theater. Shadow works at the theater as basically an usher. He helps people find their seats, sells tickets, and occasionally works the concessions stand. Sonic works at the restaurant as a waiter/server. He takes people's orders, brings them their food, and does the whole thing while wearing ✨roller skates!!!✨ The two hogs are friends.

One day, the two are talking and Sonic tells Shadow that he's a bit unsatisfied with his job. He's kinda thinking of quitting soon so he can get a change of pace. He doesn't really wanna be in fast food his whole life, you know? Shadow is supportive of this decision. If that's what Sonic wants, then he should do it. But things start getting weird the next time Shadow sees Sonic, a few days later. They meet up during their breaks and Sonic has seemingly forgotten all about his plans to quit. He's says he's happy with his job. And he's acting just a little bit . . . off.

Shadow is suspicious and starts to catch wind that something’s wrong here. Sonic is just acting REALLY weird. So, Shadow starts to investigate. He doesn't get much out of Sonic, but one day the blue hedgehog slips and mentions that he's been having a lot of one on one conversations with his boss lately. And who's his boss? Starline of course, who do you take me for? XD

So Shadow starts to look into Starline and discovers that the man has actually been HYPNOTIZING Sonic, along with countless other employees throughout the mall. Shadow actually manages to follow Starline and Sonic back into a secret room and witnesses a hypnosis session from the rafters or something. But right as Shadow’s about to run for help, Starline realizes he's there. Starline says special activation phrase to Sonic, and he's suddenly turned into an insane monster bent on capturing Shadow by any means necessary. Sonic is sent after Shadow and there's an intense chase scene. Shadow runs for as long as he can, but is ultimately caught by Sonic.

Shadow is taken back to Starline who starts to subject him to his own hypnosis sessions. Shadow does his best to resist and manages to do so for many days. He tries to send messages for help during the times he's let out of Starline's sight to go do his actual job. But no one picks up on it. Until finally Shadow's will gives out and he succumbs to Starline’s influence. >:)

[anotherfanaccount]

Episode 14 has been watched. And I can safely say that we are getting the happy ending.

Next episode eun seong bitchass gets caught in the trap hyun woo laid out for him. And Hyun Woo gets out because he got a smart lawyer friend. Hae In is confused but that's okay. Hong family will save baekhong this time.

Soocheol is fine everyone. He's faking it. Remember he learnt the first lesson of boxing is faking it. So this Hong will be fine too.

For the finale episode Seul Hee tries to avenge her son but is struck by Grace's car.

And the show ends with Beomja's fourth wedding in yongduri.

Epilogue. Baekhong go on trips and baby 1031 is incoming soon.

[psychesetra]

to my love unrequited

a small au i made about my characters, where instead of a blissful romance, it all ends in tragedy.

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five letters setra wrote to surnaturel, and the one occasion he finally read them.

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1. the first

dear surnaturel,

i really do not know why i am writing this letter. i know i will never send it to you anyway. but i really felt like i should write instead of bottle up my feelings like in the books i read. we both joked about how it always leads to confession, remember? that will not happen, i will make sure of it. i think if i do continue writing these letters, perhaps my feelings will go away.

w̶i̶t̶h̶ l̶o̶t̶s̶ o̶f̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ thank you,

setra

2. the fifth

dear surnaturel,

this is the fifth letter i have written to you. i write every day. i still fail to understand why i l̶o̶v̶e̶ like to write these, but they are not quite helping me with my feelings. i like how you dressed up today, for my performance. i could see you cheering for me in the crowd. that was v̶e̶ry̶ nice.

thank you,

setra

3. the twenty-sixth

dear surna,

i keep writing. i enjoy it now, instead of disliking it. writing for you always makes me feel.. strange. i do not want to admit this, but it sounds much like the terms they use to describe lovesickness in my books. i hope it isn’t that. i also hope you like the cookies i had baked for you this morning. i added a bit of salt to them, like your dear mother does. how is she, by the way? i hope she’s alright. i do not want her to leave you alone in the world, i know you love her very much. i hope you are doing well too. i will make you lunches tomorrow, so your mother doesn’t have to. it always makes me happier doing things for you.

thanks,

setra

4. the one hundred fifty-ninth

dear surna,

i am sorry i keep writing. the stack of letters under my pillow are getting harder and harder for me to hide. i’ve been writing to you daily for so, so long. i know you will never read them, but i think i say too much. do you like my voice? you seem to l̶o̶v̶e̶ like it when i sing. i hope you like a lot about me. i r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ like everything about you. your hair is always a little messy, but the way your hands run through it is always so adorable. your eyes are a wonderful shade of blue, and i love how you get flustered when i say so. and your skin is a really lovely shade of brown, even if no one else likes it, i do. i love how the wire frame of your glasses fit you perfectly, or how you always wear this lovely, autumn shade of red that goes well with anything. i wonder why people don’t like you. and i love your charm, and how you never fail to make me laugh, and how good of a dancer you are, and how when you sing you sound like an angel. i hope you aren’t tired of reading by now. i could say so much more, but i’m running out of paper.

with lots and lots of love,

setra

5. the three hundred and sixty-fifth

dear surna,

i’ve written to you now for an entire year. my feelings never went away, not even for a second. you always make me feel that way, you know? i never can tell why, it’s just that you’re so amazing, no matter what you do. my mother hates that you’re all i think about. it’s affecting my dancing, she says, and that the paper and the ink costs too much. she’s broken a few more bottles than normal, and i’ve had to clean the alcohol out of the carpet often, but it’s alright. at least i can still see you every night. i hope you never leave. i know that it’s selfish, that i want you to stay, and that i don’t deserve it, but i really love you. too much to be able to say on this paper. tomorrow is my birthday. i know when i get to the bar, you’ll be there with your roses and your food and you’ll hand it to me with a smile brighter than the sun, the stars and the moon combined. but i don’t know if i’ll be there. recently, when i walk home without you, i noticed a man keeps following me. i don’t know why. i hope i’ll stil be able to see you tomorrow. i know my death or disappearance would make you terribly sad, even though it shouldn’t. i don’t want to cause you that pain. to end on a happy note, i made you more cookies. the chocolate is dark chocolate now, like you told me you liked a few weeks ago. i’ll stop writing now, i must go to bed.

with all my love,

setra

+1. the envelopes open

on august fifth, 1931, 11:47 pm, setra hartifelt was found in a dumpster behind an illegal bar, dead.

surnaturel couldn’t believe it when the next day, the script he was handed to broadcast the news had that written across the top. ‘𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴,’ her colleagues said. ‘𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸.’

surnaturel thought her colleagues were utterly stupid and wrong.

why wouldn’t they be? it was so, so obvious, he thought. setra was always quiet, reserved, never speaking out or rebelling. what on earth did they mean by ‘bit off more than she could chew’ if she never bit anyway?

later at night, when surnaturel was exhausted from his broadcasting work and his eyes were still red and puffy from crying, he decided to at least visit setra’s house.

her mother (whom he never liked, why was she so impolite and rude?) begrudgingly let him in, and he snuck up to setra’s room while her mother was distracted.

he knew it was rude to go through her things, but he just wanted to have at least something that he could keep that would remind him of her. maybe a pillow or a book, or her headdress or her glasses.

when he did decide on taking a pillow, he instead uncovered an untidy pile of what seemed to be slightly crumpled, unopened letters.

opening them, he wondered who on earth would write setra so many letters, and why they were hidden under her pillow of all places.

then he realized that it wasn’t written for setra. it was written by her.

reading the first words of the letter he had opened, he felt that maybe his eyes weren’t done crying for the night.

written in setra’s neat handwriting at the top of the page, dated august fourth, 1930, were the words, ‘dear surnaturel.’

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if you liked this story, it's an au (alternate universe) of a show i am making! these characters, and many more, will appear in our lovely show :)

we post the oneshots i write here so we can already have somewhat of a presence here, hehe.

another blog that will post about this show is renjinengine !! she will post lore, like i do, and probably the ost we'll try to make :)

thank you for reading, bye bye !!

[theangrypomeranian]

What got you into shipping Darryl and Becky? I’d love to hear the backstory of this pairing. 👀💕💕💕

i always wonder if people realize the pandoras box they're opening when they give me a chance to talk about my obscure rare pair lol because i could talk for AGES about these two <3333 so they come from my fic Baby Steps (ps just because i'm linking it i am not asking people to read it, this thing is SO LONG lol). Darryl was in the fic from chapter 3, while Becky actually didn't get introduced until the end of chapter 13. it was throw away line about him bringing her along to the end of the year bonfire that was there because i think i'd rewatched V For Valentine-detta and felt bad for her. then a couple of arcs later i made a throw away line about Darryl having a crush on her mostly just for shits and gigs. i actually had no intention of having them end up together. but then @jimmyjrsmusoems answered someone's ask forever ago saying she shipped them and it was like a switch was flipped in my brain. suddenly i couldn't stop thinking about them and what their potential dynamic could look like. i wrote a one-shot for them and ended up thinking they were really cute. i came up with an angsty backstory for Becky (that's honestly just a lot of projection because that's writing for ya lmao) and how Darryl was helping her and next thing you know i'm obsessed. they've taken a bit of a backseat in my mind recently because the last couple of months took a toll on my mental health and they were partly associated with that, but i miss them with my whole chest. and just in thinking about answering this ask my brain came up with a fun au for them that i might just write lol. sorry this got so long - and sorry it took me a couple of days to answer, i had to gather my spoons for it. please feel free to come chat with me about them if you ever want to! and thank you so much for giving me a chance to squeal over them. <333

[ekingston]

I'd like to request #33 for the writers ask, pretty please <3

33. Give your writing a compliment.

i think it has a very distinctive voice! which is one of the things i enjoy most when choosing something to read, so it’s been a supercool development!