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Elliot Wright x Monroe Astor | What Is This Feeling? Chapter 1 + 2

Tags Enemies to Lovers, Roommates Who Loathe (Love) Eachother, Inspired by Wicked, Song: What Is This Feeling (Wicked), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting cause movie was set in 98, Sexual Tension, Love/Hate, Banter, Drugs, Sex mentioned, like a lot actually, Monroe Astor is a hoe, Will Astor being best boi and cousin, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Hedonism, Elliot Wright is coked out, Monroe Astor is brat, Monroe Astor-centric, implied catholic guilt, Monroe and Elliot are GELPHIE coded, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Beta Read We End Like The Symposium, I lied this is somewhat beta read

Summary:

Monroe Astor has never had a roommate before unless sleeping over after sex counts. Elliot Wright unfortunately has to live with him. Read as one of them tries not to perish from peril or fall deeply for the other. or Elliot & Monroe finally fulfill Glinda & Elphaba's enemies roommates to lovers arc.

Content Rating: Teen and Up.

Wordcount: 7,105

Notes: (Recommend y'all read on ao3 for better reading experience)

Hi, I'm Ace currently in my 'Descendants' writing era. But I'm branching out posting and writing gay shit for other fandoms.

I am finally here to post my 'Glory & Gore' fic. I've been trying to make a work worthy of publishing and I think this one's pretty nice. Writing for G&G was very out of my comfort zone but I injected my Midas Touch to it.

I've been trying to write a MonroeElliot fic since I saw the piano scene in early December. I eventually landed with mixing both of my hyperfixations 'Wikced' (2024) and 'Glory & Gore' (2024) and BAMM!!! This was made. Special thanks to my editor and proofreader who tolerated me ranting about Monroe and Elliot against their will.

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Chapter 1: First Day

“Will, you can’t do this to me!” Monroe’s voice rang out dramatically, reverberating off the high ceilings of the dormitory’s common area.

The room, lavishly decorated compared to the other dorms on campus, was quintessentially Astor. It had mahogany paneling, gold accents on the molding, and a tasteful but insistent display of old money.

Monroe paced the space like a tortured poet, one hand on his forehead for dramatic effect, the other clutching the back of a leather armchair as though it was the only thing with a gravitational force.

“Auntie said—”

“Yes, that we were supposed to room together,” Will interjected, sounding resigned, his hand ran through his perfectly coiffed hair—an Astor tell of mild irritation. “But Dad said one of us has to room with one of the scholars. It’s Astor family tradition.”

“Tradition?” Monroe scoffed, throwing his arms out as if the word offended him on principle. “Can’t you just tell your dad that you roomed with said charity case—”

“Monroe, you can’t say that about…” Will paused, glancing down at the email open on his phone. “Sinclair.”

Monroe folded his arms, eyebrows furrowing like a petulant child denied dessert. “Fine. Room with this Sinclair guy. But can’t I at least live alone? A private suite? Surely I’ve earned that much.” His tone was borderline pleading now, carrying an undertone of exasperation that only he could manage to make sound bearable.

“You do realize this isn’t the Hamptons, right?” Will countered, an edge of amusement creeping into his voice. “This is a dormitory.”

“It’s our family’s dorm building. The last name is plastered all over this place!” Monroe retorted as he pointed to the Astor crest etched into the fireplace mantle.

“Exactly. Which is why you’re staying here,” Will said firmly. He tucked his phone away and crossed his arms, channeling his older sibling-energy even though Monroe had him beat by a few months. “You may be older than me, but Mom said I’m in charge.”

Monroe opened his mouth to argue but Will cut him off with a raised hand.

“Before you say anything else, no, you cannot live off-campus. My parents would track you down and drag you back here.”

“Can I at least—”

“No, you cannot convert the common room into your private suite,” Will interrupted, barely suppressing a smirk. “It’s either you stay in the Astor building or move to other housing, which probably means more roommates. So don’t be dramatic.”

“You’re the dramatic one,” Monroe shot back, his tone dripping with indignation. “You should have enrolled in a theater arts program instead of whatever boring degree you’re pursuing.”

Will rolled his eyes, adjusting the cuffs of his pressed shirt with an air of practiced patience. “Well, if I had, who would take over the family business?”

“Well, I didn’t convince anyone to let me study music theory. I just refused to apply for anything else.” The ebony-haired teen said this with pride like it was some grand act of rebellion.

Monroe’s impractical pursuit of music theory was tolerated only because, as Will had put it once, What’s the point of being rich if you can’t indulge in hobbies that will never pay the bills? That didn’t stop their relatives from complaining about it at every family gathering, though.

“God, why does this have to be so hard?”

“Cous, we haven’t even started classes yet,” Will pointed out. “Come on, let’s go grab our stuff and settle in. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Fine. But if this Sinclair guy is a slob who snores, or listens to bad music, I promise I’m moving back in with you. Family tradition be damned.”

“Duly noted,” Will replied, his lips twitching into a small, knowing smile as he led the way out of the room.

As much as Monroe’s dramatics could be exhausting, Will couldn’t help but feel protective of his cousin. Monroe had always been a little too soft for their world of tailored suits and cutthroat business deals.

The Astor family’s business empire, Astor & Co., had its hands in everything from finance to backing high-end fashion designers and art galleries. Will was already being groomed to take over, while Monroe’s future in the family enterprise was… unclear, to put it generously.

For now, Will was content to keep an eye on his cousin and make sure he didn’t self-destruct before midterms.

As they walked through the halls of the Astor Dormitory, Monroe couldn’t help but glance at his reflection in the polished windows. He ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed curls, adjusting his posture. If he was going to be forced to room with some random stranger, he might as well make a good first impression.

“I still think I should get a private suite,” Monroe muttered under his breath.

Will didn’t bother turning around. “Let it go, Monroe.”

“Never,” Monroe shot back, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Despite his protests, he knew Will was right. He always was.

Monroe Astor was starting to think maybe this wasn’t going to be as terrible as he thought. What were the odds? Maybe his roommate was a no-show, and he’d have the room to himself. His own little kingdom in the middle of Kingsbridge College. Private, quiet, untouched. Perfect.

Except, of course, for the fact that the lock was stubborn as hell. He jiggled the key multiple times, huffing dramatically before realizing something. The door wasn’t locked.

It was already open.

His new home was, admittedly, a step up from the cramped dorms he'd feared. The room was spacious, with white paneling that lent a modern touch to the classic architecture, and the lighting was warm—almost candlelit-like, with a soft golden glow that reflected off the polished floors.

He strode in, deciding immediately on the left side of the room. It had the best view, the city skyline stretching out beyond the window, with the faint buzz of life below. It would be the perfect spot for his piano once it arrived.

Monroe was lost in the music as he began unloading his luggage. Bag after bag, suitcase after suitcase. If the floor started groaning under the weight of his overpacking, he didn’t notice. Headphones in place, he bopped along to some classic 60s rock.

He was lost in his world, imagining how he’d decorate the room, when—

“ Astor? ”

A voice cut through his haze, punctuated by a snap of fingers in front of his face.

“ Aghh! ” Monroe let out a shriek that echoed down the hall, no doubt alarming Will, who was unpacking two doors away. He yanked his headphones back to his neck as if the voice had physically touched him. “Jesus Christ, I didn’t see you there!” he breathed, his heart pounding.

Leaning casually against the doorframe was a guy about his height, pale as moonlight and sporting a mustache that seemed more ironic than intentional. He wore a chunky brown sweater that looked brand new but smelled faintly of weed and… something else Monroe couldn’t quite place. Bad decisions, perhaps.

“What am I? A ghost?” the guy quipped, his voice low and dry, one eyebrow arched like he’d been amused by Monroe’s shriek.

“You’re as pale as one,” Monroe shot back, regaining his composure. “You could’ve knocked.”

“I did.” The guy rolled his eyes but he looked vaguely amused. “You were too busy… doing that.” He gestured vaguely at the headphones still dangling from Monroe’s neck.

“Oh.” Monroe straightened himself, “What are you doing here, anyway? What do you want?” The shorter boy asked, sounding more accusatory than curious.

The guy didn’t flinch at Monroe’s sharp tone. Instead, he smirked—a slow, infuriating kind of smirk. “If your last name is Astor, that means you’re my roommate.”

Monroe froze, his stomach dropping. “Oh.”

Oh. Oh no.

At that moment, he wanted to die. Or better yet, lock himself in a convent and commit to a life of prayer and solitude. The level of assholery he’d just displayed to someone he was about to live with was beyond unacceptable.

“You’re Wright?” Monroe asked, his voice quieter now, tinged with disbelief.

“No,” the guy said flatly. “I’m wrong.”

Monroe blinked, his jaw tightening. “I’m being serious here.”

“Weird last name, but I won’t judge,” the other man teased, his infuriatingly sly smile lighting up his face. Monroe wasn’t amused one bit.

“I—” Monroe was about to respond when the guy added, “Pipe down. I was joking. Seems like you’re not the joking type,” the guy said, sliding his hands into his sweater pockets.

Monroe’s nostrils flared as the guy extended a hand lazily, “I’m Elliot Wright. As in Edgar Wright, if you’ve got taste.” Monroe has seen Edgar Wright films but he doesn’t give a fuck who that is.

Monroe stared at the hand for a second longer than necessary before shaking it reluctantly. “Monroe Astor. As in Marilyn Monroe.”

Elliot snorted. “Makes sense.”

Monroe stepped aside, gesturing awkwardly toward the room. “Well… help yourself. More of my stuff will be arriving soon.”

Elliot stepped in and immediately froze, his eyes widening as he took in the sheer amount of luggage scattered across the room. “ More ?” he echoed, as if he hadn’t heard him right. “

Monroe shrugged, entirely unfazed. “I pack light.”

Elliot blinked, utterly breathless, but decided not to comment. Instead, he moved toward the right side of the room, tossing his duffel bag on the bed and plopping down his suitcase with a sort of ease that made Monroe's brow twitch.

Trying to lighten the mood, Monroe leaned against his bedpost and asked, “So, Elliot… I take it you’re into the whole ‘starving artist’ thing?”

Elliot gave him a look, unamused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, you know,” Monroe said, trying for a charming grin. “The whole... sweater, weed smell, tortured soul thing you’ve got going on. You strike me as a creative type who doesn’t care about material things. Let me guess, you’re a musician? Or… a poet?”

Elliot’s eyes narrowed, his smirk fading into something colder. “I like all of those things,” he said flatly, his tone making it clear he wasn’t amused by the observation.

“Well, that’s cool! I’m a hedonist myself, so I get it,” Monroe replied, brushing off the tension with a laugh. “I mean, we’ve all got our vices, right? Yours just happens to be…” He made a vague gesture, as though trying to find the right word. “…Substances.”

Elliot stiffened, his jaw tightening. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his gaze hardening into something unreadable. Then, in a clipped tone, he said, “Right. Substances. Sure.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted palpably. Elliot turned away, rifling through his duffel bag, clearly shutting down whatever conversation Monroe had been trying to have.

Monroe frowned, watching him in confusion. He hadn’t meant anything by it. Why was Elliot reacting like that?

“You know, it’s not a big deal,” Monroe offered, attempting to smooth things over. “Everyone’s got their thing, right? No judgment here.”

Elliot didn’t look up, his voice sharp. “Cool. Thanks.”

Monroe felt a pang of irritation. What the hell was his problem? But instead of pressing the issue, he let it drop, though the unease lingered like the smell of cigarettes that would soon become synonymous with their shared space.

“You said what to him?” Will exclaimed, his fork paused halfway into his mouth, a piece of medium-rare steak speared on the end.

Monroe waved him off, stabbing at his roasted potatoes with exaggerated nonchalance. “It’s not that bad.” He chewed with a smugness that suggested he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Will set his fork down with a clatter, leaning forward like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “You essentially called him —” He lowered his voice but emphasized the words, “a junkie —, casually, as if you were saying hello.”

Monroe shrugged. “It’s not like I meant it seriously. People say stuff like that all the time.”

Will leaned back in his chair, giving his cousin a withering look. “Good luck living with him after that little Freudian slip. You’ve officially made it weird.”

“Can’t I just move away from the…” Monroe dropped his voice to a whisper, glancing around like Elliot Wright himself might materialize out of thin air. “ Alleged drug dealer? ”

Will arched an eyebrow, reaching for his water glass. “There are no more rooms open. The entire floor is occupied. Everyone else seems to be capable of cohabiting without offending their roommates.”

“This floorplan sucks ass.”

Will sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching with barely concealed amusement. “Monroe, you can’t just casually insult our deceased grandfather over dorm layouts.”

Monroe shrugged. “Doesn’t stop me from hating the building. Or him. Honestly, for all I care, he can die in a ditch.”

“ He’s already passed, ” Will pointed out, biting back a laugh.

“And yet I’m still annoyed,”

Will shook his head, amused despite himself. Their grandfather had built the dormitory decades ago, though he’d always had a particular disdain for Monroe, claiming he lacked focus and a shred of discipline. On the other hand, he adored Will, much to Monroe’s enduring irritation.

“This is ludicrous.”

“You’re ludicrous,” Monroe shot back petulantly before changing the subject with the grace of a socialite dodging scandal. “How’s your new roomie?”

Will hesitated, glancing down at his plate and cutting into his steak as though it were suddenly fascinating. His voice dropped to a whisper. “He’s a senior.”

Monroe’s fork paused mid-air. “Why are you whispering?”

Will glanced around the restaurant like he expected his new roommate to materialize out of thin air. “I don’t know. I feel like he’ll hear me or something.”

“Your roommate sounds like a weirdo.”

“We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you and how you’re going to survive living with your roommate after you implied. Oh, I don’t know, he is in into substances .”

“Again with this, I was being cordial!” Monroe defended, his voice pitching slightly as his indignation grew. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t heard worse. And I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… conversational.”

“Conversational?” Will repeated,. “You basically insulted the guy’s entire existence. It’s a miracle he didn’t pack his bags right then and there.”

Monroe sighed, tilting his head back dramatically. “Why is it always me? I don’t ask for much, you know. Just a private suite and a roommate who doesn’t look like he’s seen the inside of a jail cell.”

Will snorted, reaching for his water glass. “Well, Astor, you’ve got neither. So I’d suggest figuring out how to make it work before he poisons your toothpaste or something.”

Monroe glared at him, muttering under his breath. “My life is so hard.”

Will just laughed, shaking his head.

Monroe stumbled into the shared dormitory with all the grace of someone who had, frankly, had a night. His shirt was unbuttoned, his hair a mess of post-threesome chaos, and his tie hung limply around his neck.

He kicked the door closed behind him, narrowly missing the doorframe, and began stripping as he moved. First the jacket, which he tossed somewhere onto a chair, then the belt, which clattered to the floor in a haphazard coil. By the time he reached his side of the room, he was down to his tank and boxers.

He swayed slightly as he moved toward his desk, where his meticulously curated collection of skincare products gleamed under the faint light of his beloved vanity mirror.

For all his indulgences, Monroe would never dare skip his nighttime routine. He was many things—chaotic, entitled, undeniably for the streets—but neglectful of his skin was not one of them.

As he began applying toner with slightly unsteady hands, a voice drifted from the other side of the room.

“Hello…?”

Monroe froze, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. Oh, right. He had a roommate now.

“ hOlY shIT, YOu ScAreD Me, ” he whisper-shouted, his voice breaking in his panic. He clutched his toner bottle like it might somehow protect him from… well, his roommate.

From the other bed, Elliot shifted, his voice groggy and slurred. “What? What time’sit?”

Monroe squinted at the grandfather clock his grandmother bought him, though his attention was more on the shadowy figure of Elliot lying in bed. “Uh… like… midnight? Maybe later? Why are you awake?”

“I wasn’t awake,” Elliot muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion and irritation. “You’re loud as hell.”

“Well, excuse me, ” Monroe huffed, grabbing his moisturizer and dabbing it aggressively onto his cheeks. “You’re the one who’s always scaring me. It’s honestly creepy”

Elliot groaned, rolling onto his side to face Monroe. His hair was mussed, and his sweater—which he hadn’t bothered to take off before crashing into bed—hung loosely around his shoulders. His face, even in the dim light, was etched with annoyance.

“Fun?” he echoed, his voice still gravelly with sleep. “Is that what you call… whatever the hell you’re doing?”

“Yes,” Monroe snapped, now applying under-eye cream with a flourish. “ Fun. Ever heard of it, Mr. Antisocial? It’s what people do when they’re not moping in bed all day.”

Elliot’s lips twitched, not quite a smile but close enough to be infuriating. “You look like you’ve been hit by a car. Twice.”

Monroe paused, one hand hovering over his vanity. He turned to glare at Elliot. “I have been kissed aggressively by two very attractive girls tonight, thank you very much. I’m glowing.”

“Sure,” Elliot said, his voice flat but his eyes glittering with something Monroe couldn’t quite place. “Glowing like a dumpster fire.”

Monroe gasped, clutching his chest. “How dare you!”

Elliot groaned again, rolling onto his back and draping an arm over his eyes. “God, just finish whatever you’re doing and go to sleep.”

Monroe sniffed, dabbing his face one last time before capping his moisturizer. “For your information, this ”—he gestured at his reflection in the vanity mirror—“is the reason people want to kiss me aggressively. You could take a few notes, Wright.”

Elliot cracked one eye open, his gaze sliding to Monroe’s reflection. “You talk about yourself like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.”

“I am,” Monroe said with a smug grin, switching off the vanity light—except for the glowing border of the Hollywood-style bulbs. He wasn’t about to sleep without his sacred mirror lit. “And I’m the perfect nightlight, too.”

Elliot groaned softly. “Turn that thing off.”

“No,” Monroe said simply, climbing into bed and fluffing his pillows with a level of satisfaction that bordered on theatrical. “I like falling asleep looking at myself. Who wouldn’t?”

“You’re unbelievable,” Elliot muttered, turning onto his side to face the wall, the glow of the mirror reflecting off his pale skin.

“And you’re loud,” Monroe shot back, though his words were muffled by his pillow.

Elliot turned his head slightly, staring at the soft glow of the vanity mirror as it illuminated Monroe’s features, casting him in a warm light that made him look far too angelic for someone so obnoxious. It was annoying. It was distracting. It was Monroe.

And it made it impossible to fall back asleep.

“ Turn it off, ” Elliot grumbled again.

Monroe didn’t respond. He was already asleep, a faint smile tugging at his lips, blissfully unaware of Elliot’s scowl and the buzzing tension that filled the room.

Chapter 2: A Week Before Class

Monroe was knee-deep in the sacred art of organizing his wardrobe. His jackets were draped across the bed, arranged by material: corduroy, wool, cashmere, and that one black leather jacket that he stole from Will because it looked better on him.

Scarves were meticulously folded and color-coded on his bed, and an assortment of ties, watches, and other accessories glinted in the golden light from his vanity mirror. The room looked less like a shared dormitory and more like a Ralph Lauren store.

Monroe was entirely engrossed, lifting a cashmere scarf to inspect how the fabric shifted under natural light. He tilted it slightly, then furrowed his brows, whispering, “Hmm, maybe too matte…”

Then, out of nowhere, a hand waved in front of his face.

“ Aghh! ” Monroe let out a startled shriek, quickly smothering it with a series of coughs that fooled no one. “What?”

His new roomie Elliot Wright stood before him, leaning against the edge of the bed with the kind of lazy, nonchalance that Monroe found distracting.

His sweater looked rumpled, like it had been picked up off the floor and shrugged on without a second thought, and yet somehow he still managed to look like he’d just walked out of an indie film.

Elliot raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. His expression said it all: You know why I’m here.

“I’m serious. What? ” Monroe pressed, crossing his arms defensively.

The taller roommate shrugged, stepping closer, and for a moment Monroe was distracted by the soft shuffle of his roommate’s worn sneakers on the polished floor. “I think you left these,” Elliot said, finally revealing the items in question: a stack of magazines.

At first, Monroe didn’t process what they were—then his eyes widened as he registered the glossy covers of scantily clad women in provocative poses.

Tucked among them, however, was one glaring outlier: a men’s sports magazine that Monroe had definitely purchased purely for the articles.

“Hey!” Monroe exclaimed, snatching the magazines from Elliot’s hands with an almost feral urgency. His cheeks burned, but he masked his embarrassment with indignation. “Were you snooping around my stuff?”

Elliot raised an eyebrow, his expression maddeningly calm. “No.”

“Then how did these get on your side of the room?” Monroe demanded, clutching the magazines against his chest like they were state secrets.

“Probably fell out of one of the many luggage bags you brought. You know, the ones taking up 90% of the room.”

There was something about the way Elliot said it—calm, unbothered that made Monroe bristle. It wasn’t kindness, not really. It was patronizing, Monroe decided.

The way he talked, the way he moved, the way he just stood there hush and probably high as a kite. It was as if he were silently judging Monroe for being so... Monroe.

Monroe opened his mouth to retort, but Elliot cut him off with a cheap smile. “Relax, Astor. I’m just returning them. Not my business. Just being a nice roommate.”

“Right, well, thanks, ” Monroe said stiffly, turning away and pretending to focus on the scarves still strewn across his bed. His hands fumbled slightly as he tried to refold one, his fingers oddly clumsy.

Behind him, Elliot’s voice broke the silence, soft and vaguely amused. “You don’t need to freak out, you know. I don’t care what you read. Or… look at.”

Monroe stiffened, the scarf slipping from his hands. “I’m not freaking out,” he lied, his voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

“Sure,” Elliot replied, dragging the word out lazily as he stood upright again. He took a step closer—not close enough to invade Monroe’s space, but enough that his presence was palpable. “I mean, they’re your magazines. No judgment here.”

“Are you mocking me?” He whipped around to glare at Elliot, his cheeks still faintly red.

Elliot looked genuinely confused.“Mocking you? No.” He followed up with “Why? Do you think I should be?”

“Whatever,”

Elliot, clicked his tongue filling Monroe’s flustered silence but he let the moment hang for a beat longer before stepping back toward his side of the room. “Anyways,” he added over his shoulder, “If any of your stuff gets on my side. I’ll give it back to you, yeah?”

Monroe stared after him, cheeks still warm as he tried to process what had just happened. He clutched the magazines tighter, vaguely aware of how absurd this must look.

Okay, he thought, biting his lip again. That was mildly embarrassing.

Maybe his roommate wasn’t that bad. Maybe he was... chill. And maybe—just maybe—Monroe should learn how to be chill too.

On second thought, maybe his roommate was a little too chill.

Monroe had just returned from brunch with Will, where his cousin wouldn’t shut up about the “weird senior” he was stuck living with—a human being cursed with the name Cassius.

From what Monroe vaguely remembered from countless mandatory family Bible studies, the name Cassius had something to do with a cross, betrayal, and maybe a caesar salad—mambo jumbo Olive Garden shit. Either way, it wasn’t his problem.

His problem, however, greeted him the moment he stepped into the room.

Monroe froze in the doorway, clutching the small silver cross that hung around his neck.There was Elliot Wright, coked out of his mind, sprawled on Monroe’s pristine bed like it was his God-given right.

For a brief, uncharacteristic moment, Monroe wasn’t even mad—Elliot looked almost peaceful, his long limbs stretching lazily across the covers.

But then Monroe’s eyes zeroed in on what really mattered: Elliot’s head resting directly on his perfectly steamed outfit for dinner. A white button-up, now wrinkled to hell, sat under the disaster that was Elliot’s main.

Monroe Astor was seeing red.

Storming over, he grabbed Elliot by the head, shaking him violently. “Wake uppity up! ” he hissed. “Get out of my bed, you brainless fu—”

Elliot stirred mid-shake, his lashes fluttering up at Monroe with glassy, unfocused eyes. His cheekbones caught the golden light from the vanity, and Monroe was briefly— briefly —distracted by how ridiculously symmetrical his face was.

Then he saw it.

Some sort of residue—white and powdery—was dusted across Elliot’s mustache and lips. Monroe’s grip faltered, and Elliot’s head flopped back onto the bed with a dull thud.

“Huh?” Elliot mumbled, his voice thick with haze as he squinted at Monroe.

“Huh?” Monroe shot back, the ire flooding back in full force. “ You’re on my bed, dipshit! ”

Elliot blinked again, then seemed to realize where he was. “...My bad,” he muttered, attempting to push himself up.

Monroe wasn’t about to let him off that easily. He grabbed Elliot’s head again, holding him in place, and practically shoved a tumbler of warm ginger water into his hands. “This conversation isn’t over,” he snapped, pressing the rim of the tumbler against Elliot’s lips until the other boy reluctantly swallowed.

Elliot coughed lightly, his clouded eyes darting up to Monroe. “Thanks,” he muttered, his voice softer this time.

“This isn’t over! ” Monroe restated, refusing to let the moment soften. “I’m not done arguing with you!”

“Give me a break,” Elliot mumbled, sinking back against the bed.

And that’s when Monroe saw it.

Cigarette ash. All over his precious outfit. The white button-up now bore faint gray smudges like a crime scene victim.

Monroe’s eyes widened, and his voice pitched dangerously high. “ Look at what you did! I tolerate everything: the smell and the whole getting high lifestyle of yours, but this is pushing it to another level,”

Elliot glanced at the shirt, his expression unbothered. “Get over it,” he said flatly. “It’s just a few ashes. Brush it off with the palm of your hand.”

“Are you high right now? ”

“When have I ever been sober around you?” Elliot retorted, slouching further into the bed.

That gave Monroe pause. “That’s… alarming,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes. “I mean, I’m a hedonist myself, but that’s a lot.”

Elliot cracked a grin, his lips curling lazily. “Like what, you don’t do crack cocaine?”

“ Does it look like I do crack? Crack is whack! ”

Elliot let out a low laugh, and the sound was warm and rough around the edges, like sandpaper dipped in honey. It sent an involuntary shiver down Monroe’s spine.

“Is that supposed to be funny?” Monroe snapped, his cheeks heating for reasons he refused to acknowledge.

Elliot just shrugged, his grin lingering. Then he moved to stand, clearly over the conversation.

He sat up, unsteady and wobbling, clearly not yet reacquainted with gravity.

And that’s when he almost face-planted.

Monroe, acting on instinct, reached out to catch him, his hands gripping Elliot’s waist as they both stumbled. For a moment, Elliot sagged against him, their faces suddenly too close, their breaths mingling in the space between.

Monroe froze. His arms tensed around Elliot as he stared, unable to look away. He was painfully aware of how sharp his roomie’s jawline was, the faint flush on his cheeks, and the way his pupils dilated in the dim light.

For a second, he felt the pull of something dangerous.

Then Elliot shifted slightly, and the moment snapped.

They both fell.

Monroe yelped as his knees gave out, dragging Elliot down with him. They landed in an awkward tangled mess on the floor, Elliot’s weight pressing down against him.

“Get off,” But Elliot didn’t move right away. His head lolled against Monroe’s chest for a moment longer than necessary, his breath slow and even.

When he finally shifted, rolling off to the side, Monroe scrambled to his feet, glaring down at him with flushed cheeks. He didn’t offer a hand to help.

Elliot, still wobbly, propped himself up with a groan and made his way—unsteadily—to his side of the room. Monroe crossed his arms, watching him with a mixture of anger, pity, and something else he didn’t want to name.

For a brief moment, he almost called out to Elliot. But then he looked back at his ash-stained shirt and decided against it.

Monroe hadn’t seen his roomie all day. Not that he was looking for him or anything, but it was strange. Elliot was such a homebody—always slouched on his bed, scribbling in that notebook of his, or napping like he had nowhere else to be.

Maybe he was out scoring more... whatever it was he did.

Not that Monroe cared. In fact, Elliot’s absence was convenient. With no roommate around, Monroe had the perfect excuse to have someone over for a little fun.

The janitor’s supply closet and empty lecture halls were starting to feel like poorly written punchlines to his life. They were uncomfortable, unglamorous, and—let’s face it—not up to the Astor standard.

Now, he was leaning back against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and his lips busy with a girl whose name he’d already forgotten. Her Daisy Marc Jacobs was cloying, her laugh too sugary, but she was pretty enough and enthusiastic, which was all Monroe needed.

Her hands wandered, tugging at the waistband of his pants, and he let out a sweet and low moan, half-smirking against her lips.

He was just starting to get into the moment when the door opened.

Monroe froze. His eyes darted toward the door, where Elliot stood, one hand still on the doorknob, his sweater slung lazily over his shoulder.

For a moment, Monroe thought he might actually die.

Elliot’s face didn’t change—no shock, no irritation, not even a flicker of amusement. He just stood there, his gaze flicking once toward the girl, who was blissfully unaware of the intrusion, and then landing on Monroe. Their eyes locked.

Monroe’s chest tightened, his pulse quickening in a way that had nothing to do with the girl in his lap.

“Uh—” Monroe started, his voice embarrassingly uneven, but Elliot didn’t let him finish.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Elliot said casually, his tone as infuriatingly indifferent as ever.

Monroe’s breath hitched. Was he smirking? No, he wasn’t. Was he? Monroe couldn’t tell, but something about Elliot’s relaxed demeanor—made his skin crawl.

The girl shifted, leaning down to kiss his neck, and Monroe flinched as if she’d startled him. His eyes were still locked on Elliot, who gave the faintest shrug before turning around and closing the door behind him.

He was gone. Just like that.

“Monroe?” the girl’s voice broke into his thoughts, her fingers trailing up his chest.

“Huh?” he said, snapping back to the present.

She giggled. “You okay? You got all tense for a second.”

Monroe forced a smile, his jaw tight. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

But he wasn’t. Not really.

The encounter had rattled him more than he cared to admit, and not for the reasons it should’ve. He wasn’t embarrassed that Elliot had walked in—no, that would’ve been too normal. Instead, Monroe found himself thinking about the way Elliot had looked at him. Calm. Detached. Completely unaffected.

Because now, all Monroe could think about was how close Elliot had been just moments ago. His chest felt too tight, his head too full, and the girl’s hands on him suddenly felt wrong—like she was in the way of something he didn’t understand.

Get a grip, he told himself, dragging in a shaky breath. But his thoughts kept circling back to Elliot. What kind of person didn’t react to something like that?

Monroe’s lips twisted into a scowl, but his fingers trembled where they gripped the edge of the mattress.

God help him. He hated Elliot Wright. He hated him so much, it hurt.

But he was just going fuck and hopefully forget.

Monroe had managed to avoid his roomie for the rest of the week leading up to the first day of class.

Which was really fucking hard, granted they lived together. But he had his ways. A couple of nights in a hotel—the kind with crisp white sheets, impeccable room service, and a bathroom that didn’t smell like stale weed—did wonders for his peace of mind.

Finally, he had uninterrupted privacy. Because the last thing he needed was to be mid-fuck and suddenly think about him. So that made hooking up at the hotel way easier.

Unfortunately, he soon had to check out of paradise. But on the bright side tonight was the Welcome Party , hosted by one of the frats: Kingsbridge’s Theta Chi. And if there was one thing Monroe never missed, it was a good party.

By the time he pulled up to the Astor dorms on his motorcycle, he had no plans of stepping foot into his room.

Instead, he went to Will’s, two doors down—where, thank God , his cousin always had an emergency outfit ready for him. Luckily for him, Will’s very weird roommate was not in sight. Which meant he avoided another unwanted interaction.

“I don’t even wanna know,” Will said as he tossed a fresh set of clothes onto the bed, already resigned to whatever antics Monroe had been up to. “But if you get foundation on my jacket again, I’m making you dry clean it yourself.”

Monroe scoffed, peeling off his shirt. “That was one time.”

“It was twice , and I had to make up a whole lie to the dry cleaner about it being chocolate .”

Monroe rolled his eyes, but he wasn’t listening anymore. A leather jacket, a tight white tee, and flared jeans later, he was back to looking perfectly disheveled, exactly as he liked it.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Will asked, eyeing him as Monroe checked himself out in the mirror.

“What kind of stupid question is that?” Monroe scoffed. “It’s the welcome party . I was practically born for shit like this.”

Will just hummed in response, clearly unconvinced.

But Monroe wasn’t interested in his cousin’s skepticism. He swung his leather jacket over his shoulder and stepped out, making his way down to the Theta Chi house.

And the moment he got there, he regretted not rushing.

The place was packed—loud music pulsing through the walls, people spilling out onto the front lawn, red Solo cups in every hand. It wasn’t the best party Monroe had ever been to (boarding school had set the bar high), but for a college rager, it wasn’t half bad.

He’d barely been there ten minutes when Will found him again, tapping his shoulder.

“Look, there’s my roommate,” Will whispered, subtly gesturing toward the other side of the room.

Monroe barely registered what Will was saying because Cassius Whoever didn’t matter. No—Monroe’s gaze was locked onto who Cassius was talking to.

Elliot.

Fucking.

Wright.

Monroe barely resisted the urge to groan out loud.

Of course, he was here. Of course , Elliot had somehow wormed his way into his night.

He needed a drink. Immediately.

He didn’t stop moving until he was lost in the throng of people, where the music was louder, and the liquor flowed faster. A few drinks later, a couple of Marlboros burned down to the filter, stolen kisses exchanged in dimly lit corners—Monroe finally started to feel like himself again.

By the time the night hit its peak, he felt a warm buzz and humming under his skin. It was the perfect moment to make his exit—before the party got sloppy, before the high wore off, before anything had the chance to ruin the night.

While the party hadn’t been mind-blowing , it had served its purpose: his mind was sufficiently distracted, and his ego? Adequately fed. He was satisfied. Finally, he could head home, face Elliot, and get over whatever weird, frustrating, wrong feelings had been creeping in since—

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Because, apparently, he had pissed off some Greek god or angel in a past life, because just as he was slipping out of the party, a certain someone was also leaving the party.

Monroe practically skidded to a stop in the doorway, and sure enough—standing there, bathed in the glow of the streetlights, looking as high as ever—was Elliot Wright.

Monroe sucked in a slow breath, pressing his tongue against his cheek in irritation. This was going to be one awkward walk back.

He didn’t acknowledge Elliot at first, didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, Monroe pulled his leather jacket tighter around himself and lit another cigarette. As if the nicotine could somehow erase the fact that they were about to share oxygen.

Elliot, on the other hand, had his wired earphones in, staring straight ahead with an expression that was either zoned out or indifferent.

But Monroe had a sixth sense for these things—for people looking at him. And Elliot was definitely sneaking glances.

Monroe’s fingers twitched as he blew out smoke, itching to say something snide. But before he could open his mouth, Elliot finally broke the silence.

“So, did you bring your keys?”

“What?”

“Your keys,” Elliot repeated, pulling out one earphone. “Did you bring them? ’Cause I didn’t bring mine.”

Monroe stopped dead in his tracks, staring at Elliot like he’d just suggested they break into The Louvre. “What do you mean you didn’t bring your keys?”

“I figured you would have yours. You’ve been gone for three days, so…”

Monroe looked like he was about to grab Elliot by the mustache and drag him up the stairs. “You figured ? What kind of degenerate leaves their room without keys?”

“The kind that locks the door through the doorknob,”

Monroe’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “That doesn’t even— what?! That’s not a real excuse! Who does that?! ”

“Apparently, me.”

Monroe groaned loudly, dragging his hand down his face. “Do you know anyone else who has a copy of your keys?”

“Nope. Do you?”

Monroe cursed under his breath. He tried to think—tried to focus —but it was hard with Elliot just standing there, radiating his usual smug, infuriating energy. Then it hit him.

Will. Will has a copy.

“My cousin might…”

“You have a cousin?”

Monroe didn’t dignify that with an answer.

When they reached their floor, Monroe immediately made a beeline for Will’s door, knocking loudly. “Will! Open up!”

There was no answer.

Monroe knocked again, louder this time. “I know you’re in there. Stop ignoring me, you son of a—” Okay he was not gonna insult his aunt and uncle. He loved them too much more than he admitted.

But still nothing.

Monroe yanked out his phone and called Will, pacing back and forth in the hallway. The phone rang… and rang… and went straight to voicemail.

“For God’s sake!” Monroe hissed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“So… he’s not answering?” Elliot asked, leaning against the wall with an almost smug look on his face.

Monroe glared at him. “ Obviously not. ”

Elliot hummed, unbothered as usual. “Guess we’re stuck. What do you wanna do about it?”

“We sit here and pray Will isn’t out doing… I don’t know, Will things, ” Monroe said, collapsing against the door next to Elliot.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. They just sat there, backs pressed to the cold door, the quiet hum of the dormitory filling the space between them.

Monroe, who was still somewhat buzzed, glanced at Elliot from the corner of his eye. He looked… softer in this lighting. Less smug, more human. Not that Monroe cared.

“So,” Elliot finally said, breaking the silence, “you’re not gonna yell at me some more?”

Monroe exhaled dramatically. “I don’t have the energy.”

“How uncharacteristic of you,” Elliot teased.

Monroe turned his head, glaring. “Do you ever not talk?”

“Do you ever not complain? ”

“Can we just sit here quietly?”

“Sure. But you’re not very good at sitting quietly, are you?”

“So,” Elliot started again, turning his head slightly to look at Monroe. “You gonna tell me why you’ve been avoiding me all week?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you. I just thought a nice change of scenery—”

“Right. And I’m sober right now.” Elliot paused before, leaning his head back against the door. “Just saying. Maybe you should loosen up. Could be good for you.”

Monroe rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath about “ wannabe philosophers .”

Elliot shifted slightly, turning to look at Monroe again. “You know, you kinda act like a dick.”

“I have one that’s for sure,”

“Still not the joking type I see,” Elliot said letting out a slight chuckle. “I’m serious,” Elliot said, his voice softer now. “You act like you hate me, but—”

“Hoooaaah” Monroe yawned interrupting Elliot mid-sentence. “You were saying?”

Elliot smirked, leaning in just a fraction. “Nothing. Forget it.”

Before either of them could say anything else, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall.

“Monroe?”

Will appeared at the end of the corridor, dragging a very unconscious Cassius Sinclair by the arm.

Will looked at both of them up and down. He raised an eyebrow before fishing the spare keys out of his pocket and tossing them at Monroe. “I don’t even wanna know”

Monroe didn’t even bother to defend himself, too focused on unlocking the door and escaping the suffocating tension.

As he stepped inside, he glanced back at Elliot, who was still leaning against the wall with that infuriatingly smug look on his face.

“Don’t say a word,” Monroe muttered, slamming the door behind him.

Notes: Y'alll made it to the end. I wonder if anyone will ever read this on this platform. This is my first post of 2025 hopefully more writings to come. I really believe in this fic to the point I made my own GIFS. Send comments on my AO3 or on here and yk send request on my blog if you want. Hope y'all caught the Wicked references I put here and there.

#glory and gore #glory and gore tv #dark academia #wicked 2024 #wicked #glory & gore #elliot wright #monroe astor #lgbt #gay #gay fanfiction #ao3 #gelphie inspired #dead poets society #and they were roommates

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paper--moons · 9 months ago

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

So I was tagged by @agerefandom for this fun little game. Thanks for thinking of me! Seeing as how a lot of these questions are AO3 focused and a bunch of my agere writing is here on Tumblr, I may blend my answers a bit. Hope that's okay! Anyhow, going to pop this under a readmore so as to not clog anybody's dash. 🌙

1.) How many stories do you have on A03?

On my primary AO3 account I currently have four public works and six private works, though I've published quite a few more on the site under a different pseud. And then I have many headcanon posts/ficlets here, of course.

2.) What's your total A03 word count?

My total AO3 word count is 51,743 words (again, that is just for my primary). Comparatively, the word count for my little old blog here sits at 145,222 words! (Not including my minis, that's just my big posts.)

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Whatever speaks to me, really! If it's something I'm a fan of, there's a good chance I've got WIPs and scraps squirreled away in my files for it. Whether those ever see the light of day is another story entirely however haha.

4.) Top 5 fics by kudos?

Going to do another split answer here—my top (public) fic over on AO3 is Being Okay. My top blog posts are regressor!Zuko, regressor!Peter Parker, regressor!Bruce Wayne with cg!Clark Kent, and regressor!Shigaraki Tomura with cg!Sako Atsuhiro.

5.) Do you respond to comments?

Always! Unless some terrible, ill-fate has befallen me (migraine or some such), I make sure to respond to people's comments.

6.) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I believe the angstiest ending I've written is for one of my private works tbh. Whether I'm writing fanfic or original work I tend to gravitate towards themes like the loss of self and what it means to be changed. Change can be good, yes, but there's always grief there as well.

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

This is a harder one to answer, given that the happiest/fluffiest stuff I write is for the blog and even then I skew towards hurt/comfort. Maybe Taako on Board? That one I tagged as fluff at least, but it's a few years old now so it isn't the greatest.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Mm, not particularly? I did receive a rather rude comment the other day, but I just blocked and moved along. I have received a few "kys" messages over my agere works before, though it's been awhile since the last one.

9.) Do you write smut?

Indeed I do! Though perhaps not in the most traditional sense? Flashing my ace card here. When I write smut the focus is more on the sensuality and emotions rather than the physicality of the scene since that aspect doesn't exactly appeal to me. But none of that is posted here, of course.

10.) Craziest crossover?

While I'm not against crossovers, I personally haven't written any. I've certainly come across some neat ones though!

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in its entirety, no. Though I have had scenes and ideas clearly lifted beat for beat, with the person admitting they "saw the idea around but couldn't remember where" despite it being a small community back then. But hey, it's fanfic. They can play in the space all they like as far as I'm concerned.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Funnily enough, I have been approached quite a few times over the years about having one fic or another translated or made into a podfic. Each time I've given the go ahead, but nothing ever came of it.

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

No, not unless you consider rp as co-writing a fic. Which personally I feel like it counts? It is co-writing.

14.) All-time favorite ship?

Oh, a real toughie! There are so many... I enjoy Erasermic, obviously. Really any combination of the rooftops (all four of them), as I have always been one to polyship. I've been reading a lot of Kazumaji lately though. And then there are the classics that will always have me, like Vegebul.

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

All of them haha. But really, out of my fanfic WIPs I think I'd like to finish the one that's closest to being AO3 ready. Which is (perhaps unsurprisingly) a regressor!Aizawa fic. Featuring things such as quirk shenanigans, a well-meaning yet meddlesome Class 1A, and cg!Yagi. The draft is at 21,131 words, but I just can't settle on an ending.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

Probably my ability to establish the mood of a scene? I've been told I'm very good with creating things like suspense or an unsettling atmosphere in my original works (which are quite a bit darker than what I post here, naturally).

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

While I am forever honing my craft, I feel I always struggle with endings and perhaps always will. Also, I worry over my dialogue not sounding natural enough, or not having nailed the correct character voice. Pacing is another thing that I tend to fuss over quite a bit and tweak constantly. And I tend to operate in a cyclical manner rather than a linear one, which Western culture does not particularly favor.

18.) Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

This is pretty situational imo. If the POV character doesn't understand the other language, I tend to focus on how the words are being spoken (gently, harshly, etc.) to convey the meaning/emotion. However if it is something they speak, then I tend to indicate in another way the language they are using has changed (so typically through italics and dialogue tags). But some words and phrases don't necessarily have a one-to-one counterpart in English, and so those should be kept as is.

19.) First fandom you wrote in?

The first fandom I wrote for was Batman, I do believe. Published my first drabble of a fic over on ff.net when I was somewhere in the ballpark of 13ish. It was pretty agere adjacent, too. Iirc it was a little fluff piece with Bruce and Dick centered around the concept of bedtime.

20.) Favorite fic you've written?

Wish I could tell you, but it's a secret! As for my posts though, I think one of my favorites is my regressor!Cody Walsh, or maybeee my regressor!Okuta Kagero. I'm also very fond of my cg!Gildarts Clive post, though all of my creative works hold a special place in my heart.

#moon mumbles #i am not very good at tagging people for these sorts of things unless i have explicitly been told by that person if i could so #if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged!

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super-luna-fic · 4 months ago

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Camp Justice, Marvel Series, and others Q/A

Hey ya'll! I decided to answer a few questions I came up with just to pass the time while my AC gets fixed and just in case you were curious about what's to come!

What to expect from the rest of Camp Justice?

You can expect more drama between Artemis and Cal over a certain someone. Romance is obviously in the making but I won't say who just yet ;). Also, expect an unexpected turn of events.

How will the Young Justice storyline fit in with the Camp Justice storyline?

Since Camp Justice is something I added to the storyline some of the stuff that happens in Young Justice would be changed just a bit. And I'm specifically talking about seasons 1 and 2. I will NOT be including seasons 3 and 4 because I HATE it. I hate all the changes they made and so much more. As a matter of fact, seasons 3 and 4 don't exist, they never happened. And I know some aren't going to like what I just said but that's my take on it and I know I'm not the only one who thinks that. Therefore I will be making my own storyline after the events of season 2.

Will there be any more series related to Camp Justice after it finishes?

Yes! I plan on creating more series showing how life is for Cal and the team after it finishes. I also plan on creating a series about Brucie boy younger days before he became Batman and his relation to Cal.

When will the Marvel content be released?

I'll start writing the material once I'm halfway through Camp Justice then release it either during Camp Justice or right after it finishes. I'm excited to show ya'll what I have planned for that one because while it's similar to Camp Justice it covers a lot of topics I've never written.

Sneak peek of the Marvel series?

The main character is the child of a well-known hero and ends up going against that parents wishes which leads to tons of conflict between multiple parties. What that conflict is and who it involves will all be revealed very soon :).

What does the weekly new chapter release look like?

I try to release a chapter a week but quite literally since the beginning of July my house has been without AC. And ya'll know how brutal this summer has been and the high humidity doesn't make it any better. So my brain has been in a bit of a fog lately. I will say I will start releasing a chapter a day again and this time stay as consistent as possible. But I will be away for 15 days in October so I'll release little things here and there through the app!

If you have any other questions feel free to ask!

#batman #dc #young justice #camp justice #oc #batfamily #superman #robin #kid flash #red arrow #marvel #fanfiction

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daddywright · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @samioli ! (late getting to it, happy holidays!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

44... so far :)) (not-so-secret: i actually have a second pseud for one-shots in very small, random fandoms, but i don't use it often.)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

ah hah. 682,262. i didn't really publish much before the pandemic, but then suddenly all i ever wanted to do was write, and i found such a community online in different fandoms that i haven't really stopped since!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've published (written is a different story, haha) fic for a few fandoms: namely ace attorney, different sherlock holmes properties, witcher, dragon age, good omens (before the show), and most recently, metal gear!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

a badge of honor [ace attorney]

plumeria (new beginnings) [enola holmes]

pressure (pushing down on me) [ace attorney]

your heart is cold (but we will warm you) [the hobbit - the first Real Fic i ever published, when i was a kid]

if i woke up (next to you) [ace attorney]

flattering but not surprising that ace attorney is near the top, as far as kudoses go; i joined this fandom in 2020 and it's just EXPLODED since then. it's so cool getting into an older game series and being able to connect with a thriving online community <3

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

I absolutely do! I miss one here and there, on occasion, but i try to say thanks as often as i can. i often return to the comment sections of my more popular fics on rough days when i'm convinced i'm the worst writer in existence kasd;jfalskfjf

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

hm... while i tend to avoid endings that leave readers in pieces, i do enjoy some angst now and then. i wrote a one-shot about john watson reacting to holmes's death in OG sherlock holmes titled 'when good men go to war' that definitely deserved the 'major character death' tag, even if it's one of the most famous fake-out deaths in literature LMAO. i've also written canon compliant lanamia, which just hurts. and a miles edgeworth christmas fic, which is self-explanatory. i also wrote a fic for the animated film Klaus a while back that made me cry writing it, which i don't often do HAHA

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

hmm. 'if i woke up (next to you)' is the epitome of cheesy fix-it for narumitsu, but i think the end of 'pressure (pushing down on me)' was written at a time, for me, when i most desperately wanted to read about a happy ending-- the whole series is a fix-it, but pressure in particular dismantled phoenix's disbarment and brought back characters i missed/wanted more of in a way that was utterly self-indulgent, so for me, that's probably the happiest ending i've ever written. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. but i've gotten enough of unsolicited crit type comments to piss me off eternally-- though i've gotten better at deleting the ones that hurt rather than engaging. (I stopped writing a witcher fic i really liked because i got a comment that a chapter was boring, and it totally shattered me :///)

9. Do you write smut?

Sure! I have been known to enjoy and write explicit fics. I have an academic interest in sex and education about it, and I think some of the best character study fics in the entire universe are explicit. i also think the saddest fics i've ever read have also included explicit scenes, too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have! I love a good, clever crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. (knocks on wood)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several!

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

Yes! Most recently (published, that is), for pacific rim.

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

OOF. well. i have several, of course. i'll always be attached to classic sherlock holmes x john watson. for fandoms i fell into recently, the bangers are narumitsu, taibani (tiger&bunny, aka narumitsu lite), and newly, otasune (metal gear solid) is THE Moment. the MOMENT, damn it, PLAY METAL GEAR SOLID. and then DM me @solid-snaked because i want to TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT.

some more well-known ships i haven't published fic for over the years but still love: leopika (hxh), kakairu (naruto... YEAH. NARUTO.), kaishin (dmck), and superbat (dc). also, i tend to really gravitate towards platonic/gen fic for different fandoms as well, almost if not more strongly than shipfic.

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

ooooh. toss up between 'call me through thunder' (dragon age), because honestly while i loved writing it, i liked the original writing ideas that came from it more than the actual fic elements and 'when the way is dark' (witcher), because of reasons listed above.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i would like to say my dialogue?? i suppose? i really like writing dialogue and specifically, the framing around dialogue-- i like writing body language and trying to describe facial expressions and tone shifts so that people can hear and see the scene i'm trying to write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ahh, i'm definitely guilty of writing intimate/emotional scenes at the cost of pacing, and of favoring tone accomplished by dialogue rather than immersion via setting (i'm bad at like. window dressing and connective tissue between scenes, i think)

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

beyond my skillset, I'm afraid

19. First fandom you wrote for?

supernatural. mmhmm. i was a high school sam girlie. the first fic i ever read, also, was supernatural. destiel at age 13. life-ruiner. but i recovered.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

aaaa. overall, i'd say 'pressure' is a fic i'm quite proud of but it's the series overall that makes it my favorite as a writing and a community experience, one that got me through a really tough time in life. however, as far as my writing skill goes, i'm pretty proud of a fic i wrote on a time crunch for Holmestice, a sherlock holmes exchange, called 'the emerald circle', because i got to reference queer history in a way i really enjoyed while writing it.

feel free to pass along this prompt to yourself, fellow writers <3

#fic tag #narumitsu #ace attorney #apprenticeofdoyle #sherlock holmes #ao3 #writing #tag game #my fic

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voidify333 · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @almarnatiaam- thanks!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

2. What's your total A03 word count?

133,211

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Ace Attorney these days.

I've also written for Les Mis and Good Omens; Les Mis makes up most of my works at 20 (though 4 of those aren't really fics, they're fanart pieces I posted to ao3 for sewerexchange).

And there's a couple random fics that aren't any of these: The Temptation Of Immediate Relief is a Pride & Prejudice missing scene fic that I wrote for high school english class and posted a polished version after graduation, and All Alone is a short War & Peace fic expanding the character of Anatole's wife who's entirely just a plot device with no character in canon (elephant in the room: the name I chose for her was retroactively made weird by my later fandom journeys by being cognate to the name of a completely different character, but like, whatever). I still think both of these are pretty good

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Wilson & Sons (Good Omens outsider POV fic about Aziraphale's barber, a family business that he's been going to since the 1700s), at 1861 kudos

You're Better Off Without Him (Good Omens outsider POV about the guy in episode 4 who says that line), at 763 kudos

perfectly statue-still (Ace Attorney 3+1 fic about elevators being a trigger for Miles, angst with a happy ending), at 433 kudos

driving back in style (in my saloon will do quite nicely) (Good Omens fic, silly cute little A/C getting together scenario), at 303 kudos

naughty list (Ace Attorney fic; angst with a happy ending; the premise is that Gregory didn't get to tell Miles that Santa wasn't real so when the von karma household didn't do santa Miles thought he was on the naughty list for a solid 4 years. If you haven't read it, ho ho ho 'tis the season to read it now), at 241 kudos

Yeah, my good omens stuff is never being unseated from the top of my leaderboard unless I end up getting into an even bigger fandom at some point in the future

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

I try to, because comments absolutely give me life and I need a constant stream of them, but unfortunately I don't get around to it often enough

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

Absolute angstiest out of my published works is probably my very first ao3 fic, not quite nowhere to turn. Valjean sees Javert die and is too late to do anything. The fic is very flawed in that I was 15 and had not learned how to do subtlety, I can't look at it now, but I was a hyperlexic kid with A's in English so I think it's still better than what most people were writing as teens

Second answer is merry christmas., my most recent fic (if you haven't read it yet, HO HO HO TIS THE SEASON), it's Miles' POV for the first bit of Turnabout Goodbyes, it ends on a note of hopelessness that he's doomed to be convicted, but it only debatably counts since anyone who's played the games knows that the turnabout is coming

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

Most of my stuff has pretty happy endings, that's just my sensiility as a writer-- even "not quite nowhere to turn" has an afterlife reunion scene-- so I'm not sure what to say here.

There's some fics where the conflict was trivial in the first place (comedy and crack stuff), there's some fics where I feel in hindsight that the ending was a copout and that a rockier path to happiness would have been more interesting if I had mustered the strength to write it (When Tomorrow Comes is the primary example tbh), and there's some where it feels earned (the fics in this category include the ones I like the most)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've thankfully never gotten hate on AO3 that I can recall

9. Do you write smut?

Yes I do, but none of it is up on my ao3 account at this time. I have a ton in my google docs though...

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've written a couple. Both of them, funnily enough, of the format "javert meets one of my other blorbos and they recognise what they have in common"

In "and if you fall" (honestly the point of the title would have landed better if I did the full lyric "and if you fall (as lucifer fell)" but at the time that felt too corny), Crowley happens to be in the right place at the right time to talk Javert down from jumping (context: within GO book canon Crowley was asleep for the 19th century except for getting up in 1832 for a loo break)

In "The Choice Of Death" Miles Edgeworth meets Javert's ghost (AA ghost lore notwithstanding) one liminal night during his year away

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

On a tangent though, bc there's no question directly relevant to share this info, I HAVE gotten fanart for a fic before: this amazing fanart by @maym0rin for chapter 2 of "perfectly statue-still" (she gave me permission to crosspost it on tumblr bc she didn't have tumblr at the time but she later got tumblr when the twitter ship started sinking). There is nothing more flattering as an author than getting fanart, I hope this first time isn't the last time

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet!

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

Yes, I helped with @almarnatiaam's fic A King's Heart and got a co-writer credit.

And outside of cowriting on the level of be listed as cowriter on ao3, my friend who doesn't have tumblr (it's tsl for all the mtnr server friends reading this) and I have been collaborating and bouncing ideas on each other's fics for... wow, it's been over a year now!

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

Honestly it would have to be Valvert because it got to me at a formative time and has shaped the kinds of ships I like for life

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

What do you mean "the" wip????

I have two dead fics and counting (one for les mis, one for good omens), and that's just the ones where I posted the initial content before realising it's too intimidating to finish. There's so many more in my docs; my friends know about some of them

16. What are your writing strengths?

Here are some that I have no problem bragging about, I reread my own fics often and smile at the moments where I did a banger line

Character voice (especially when the characters are my blorbos)

Using fancy vocabulary with precision in the prose to achieve effect (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of victor hugo)

Witty prose humour (a skill born from trying to copy the vibes of pratchett & gaiman)

Prose from the POV of someone in a fucked up state- someone in a dark place emotionally, or someone whose motivations are fundamentally misguided or outright malicious. This is THE most fun shit to write for me

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Committing to long term character pain and tragic character conflict when it's not pulled/extrapolated directly from canon. I have many times read a fic where the author puts blorbo through the ringer and thought "damn if only I wasn't such a fucking coward and could write stuff like this". I've become less of a coward over the years and now enjoy

Writing anything long without a detailed plan for the entire thing

The need to use words with precision and write perfectly in character is as much a weakness as a strength. I am not a "write a whole first draft then edit" person I am a "dot points for the bits I don't have perfect words for" person and this sometimes causes issues where I assume I'll figure out how to get from A to B later but then it turns out to not make sense to get from A to B

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

I have 4 years of Duolingo French and have used this occasionally for my Les Mis works. The way I think of my Les Mis works is that the characters are all speaking French behind the fourth wall but the fourth wall translates for us, so I avoid puns that only work in English except on a couple super cracky occasions.

For Inspector Javert Chooses Death (a fic with the premise "AU where instead of dying Javert fakes his death like Edgeworth and goes to england and unrepresses his homosexuality") I was originally planning to write the whole letter near the end of the fic in french and put the translation in footnote but my beta reader got confused so I scrapped that and had the prose paraphrase most of the letter and only included one French sentence

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I published fic on ao3 for was Les Mis. First fandom I published fic anywhere online for was Animorphs (when I was 12 I published a weird dark comedy fic to FFN which was a 5+1 or similar format of Visser Three executing people for slighting him by morphing into huge creatures and eating them. Then people on animorphsforum.com told me the fic was bad so I lost all confidence and didn't write fic again for years)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Right now it's between my two most recent AA solo fics: merry christmas. (already explained; 1-4 fic) and the perfect weapon (Manfred POV throughout his revenge plot, SUPER fun to write all that villain pov, grew from the premise "he had to have known about the nightmare to plan all that")

My best Les Mis fic is but i have seen the same (i know the shame in your defeat); it explores my favourite parallel with a cool alternating scene format and I actually still like the writing and characterisation even all these years later which is a rare honour for one of my high school Les Mis fics

Tagging: @squadron-of-damned @kaleran @samioli @ashkazora @azalawa-scroggs

#ace attorney #les mis #valvert #narumitsu #good omens #fanfic

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septic-dr-schneep · 8 months ago

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @sneakyfox55 :D This should be fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

It says 894 but I've anonymized some older/lower quality fics so those aren't accounted for in the public number. Including those, it's 1045!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

At the moment it's 1,760,756!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The big ones have been Tolkien, Transformers, JSE and Markiplier, Undertale and Marvel!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Locks To Fit The Keys The Little Things Out of Suffering Come Strong Souls Tell Me Where It Hurts In All But Name

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

Feedback is love, feedback is life! Comments fuel me to keep creating :D There are some I wasn't able to respond to at the time because I was too busy/tired/ill/etc. but I do my best to get to as many as I can!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Wrong Turn, Dying Light and Last Words come to mind because they all involve everyone dying horribly. Sorry...

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

Retrouvailles is just a ball of warm and fuzzy family feelings <3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have on a couple of occasions, usually because someone didn't like my characterization or I declined to write ships that made me uncomfortable.

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

I gave it a try back in the day before I figured out I was ace and sex-repulsed. Since then I've sworn off it :'D

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

I do! My Fran Bow + Undertale crossover is one of my favorites but the weirdest one was probably The Hobbit + Doctor Who XD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I have seen another writer use my OCs without crediting me but when I brought it up, they were apologetic so it was resolved cordially.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have, I just can't remember which one it was at the moment asfjks

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

Yes, I have, with a couple of different roleplay partners. It's been a while though; I've found I prefer art collabs over writing collabs.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't know if I have an all-time favorite; I usually prefer platonic, QPRs and familial dynamics. Grillby/Muffet and Eowyn/Faramir come to mind, though; they're adorable!

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

Just yesterday I was feeling guilty for the umpteenth time over leaving the tenth (and arguably most important) part of The Pacemakers series unfinished. I posted what I had of it so my readers could know how it would have gone but still...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm pretty good at detailing high-intensity emotions and the effects they have on the characters so the readers can feel them too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually finishing longer fics :'D I have a terrible track record of cliffhanger WIPs and trust me, it frustrates me just as much as it does my readers. I'm not sure how to remedy it, unfortunately.

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

I've done it here and there with Dr. Schneeplestein's German and it's a lot of fun! Since I'm not fluent I have to be sparing with it, though; it'd suck to overestimate what I know and end up mistranslating something.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think I wrote something for the 90s TMNT movies? That was before I knew it was even called fanfiction or that there were websites for posting them XD

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

That's such a hard question! I don't know if I could ever pick a #1 without second-guessing it later but In All But Name is pretty far up there <3

No pressure tag for @jacky-rubou! Have fun!

#tag meme #the life of a writer #fandom

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chloe-spade · 2 years ago

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The Glass Slipper Ch. 1: A Meeting to Remember

Sun rises as a new day began. 6:00 is as early as they come, early for everyone to start the day. Even the clock thought so too, as every single second passed since 6:00, the bell rang throughout town, loud enough that some may felt the ground move as it rang.

Cater was one of the those who hates waking up, twisting, and turning to cover his face, hoping that the pillow would somehow soften the loud sounds of the clock. But it doesn't work for everybody.

"Ugh..." Cater groaned, looking up from his bed and at the clock, "It's too early for this." He yawned and got up at his bed, "You always alert everyone with such loud booming sounds, as if it was peaceful way to start the day. And I'm sorry to tell you, but it's not."

With that, Cater closes the window, which somehow muffled the clock.

"...too early," Ace yawned, "wanna sleep in.."

"You always sleep in," scoffed Riddle, "get up, you two! It's early in the morning and we have work to do."

"...not now," Ruggie groaned.

"Ugh, you two are always the laziest," Riddle pulled them both by the tails, "it's not healthy to stay asleep."

"Today's going to be a great day," Kalim spoke, stretching, "We should get our bodies moving and our brains tinkering."

"Easy for you to say..."

Cater grinned and sat down on the bed.

"Shame," Cater sighs, "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"Hmm? What was it about?"

"Oh no," Cater laughs, "I am not telling any of you. Besides, my mother always says that if you tell a wish, it won't come true."

✨

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep

✨

Cater got dressed in his usual rags as he begins to brush his hair, looking at the mirror. He opens the windows to let some birds in as some chirped to greet him for the day. He opens the door to prepare the new day of same old chores, same old demands and same old bossy people.

✨

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

✨

As Cater walked downstairs, he heard clashes and clangs of a nearby cage. It was one of Last Rosalind's mousetraps, a way to keep mice away, to starve and die when the time comes.

"A new one?" Riddle ponders, "I thought we got rid of every single one of those stupid things."

"Maybe we missed one?" Ruggie added.

Cater walked over to the mousetrap, and checked inside, seeing a small blue mouse, lunging himself forward to break over the cage that trapped him inside. Cater uses his finger to stop the mouse from injuring himself.

"Hello," He greeted, "What's your name?"

The mouse didn't answer, only staring in fear.

"Cater, let us do the talking," Ace spoke before jumping down from Cater's pocket before walking over to the mousetrap. "Hey hey," Ace chuckles, "I see you accidentally got yourself in this situation, and I can also see you're scared."

Ace walks over at the mice, "Trust me, I've been there myself, everyone else as well.' Ace pointed at the other mice behind him, which calmed down the mouse. "See that human?" Ace asked, then turning over to the mouse, "That's Cater, the only nice human in this old house, and he won't hurt you, we promise."

"How can you be so sure?" The mouse questioned.

"Because we're alive, aren't we?"

The mouse looks at Ace and sighs, before following Ace out. "...so, this guy says your a nice human?" The mouse asked.

"Well, yes," Cater chuckles, "I'm Cater, one of the residence here. And I'm sorry about the mice traps, my step mother hates mice."

"And you don't?"

"No! I find them to be the smallest but the bestest friends you can have..which is saying much before I don't have much contact with my other friends." Cater looks down at the mouse, "So, what's your name?"

"Deuce," the mouse introduced himself. "Nice to meet you."

Cater grinned and takes some extra clothes, "Now, try these on."

Deuce was confused but got dressed in the tiny clothes Cater gave him, and what do you know? It fits perfectly and it's comfy. "You made these?"

"Yeah, small hobby of mine," Cater looks over at the other mice, "Make sure you show him around," Cater gets up and looks back, "and please, stay away from Pom-Pom."

He walks downstairs to the kitchen. After a few minutes, breakfast was prepared along with a pot of herbal tea, all in their separate pans. He was so busy that he didn't noticed Ruggie now on counter, staring at the delicious bread. Ruggie snickered as he goes up to sneak some food, hiding beneath a teacup, and plan his next move.

"Is this normal for him?" Deuce asked.

"You'd be lucky if he didn't alert Pom-Pom," Kalim answered, watching Ruggie.

"Who?"

"Stepmother's evil cat," Ace looks around, "She has an eye for us mice," he looks around more before climbing down. "Oh, that doesn't sound nice," Deuce mumbled.

Cater rolls his eyes as he set up the trays. "Don't scare him, Ace."

"I wasn't!"

"You are," Riddle concluded.

Cater begins to carefully balancing the trays of food on his head and hands, before walking up the long row of stairs without a single wobble.

"Woah," Deuce gasps on awe, "How can he do that? Aren't those very heavy?"

"Cater's a professional," Ruggie chuckled, grabbing some cheese, "He's good at what he does, though under sucky circumstances."

"Sucky?" Deuce echoed.

"It's a story for another time." Riddle answered, "Let's just get some food and leave."

"You don't have to tell me tell twice," Ruggie laughed, grabbing everything he could carried.

Cater, meanwhile, had the trays set down and started to open the blinds that covered the windows, adding light to the hallway. He looked over to the door and started with Astrid. "Good morning, Astrid," he greeted.

"Ugh! It's too early for this!" She gasped as Cater opened the blinds, "Close them!" She demanded, covering herself in the blanket.

"That can't do," Cater says with a proud smile," You can't miss out on a good breakfast, now, can you?"

He sets the tray by her side table, a perfect breakfast that they are all so used to. She pouts as she gets up and takes her tray, puts it on her lap, and begrudgingly starts to eat. "Now, that wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Cater teased with a smile, grabbing the remaining trays.

"Shut up, worm," Astrid hissed venomously, "now, leave me alone."

Cater shrugs and leaves the room. "Suit yourself." He strolls over to Elise's room and does the same thing with a smile.

A small groan was heard from under the sheets.

"Good morning, Elise," Cater greeted, "I hope you had a good rest. Here's your breakfast and tea, and some extras like you requested."

Elise sighs as she looks over at the food beside her. ".... leave," she mumbled, "...didn't you hear me? I said leave."

Cater nodded and walks out the room, closing the door behind him, now ready to enter that last room Lady Rosalind's. With hesitant breath, he walks inside.

"Ah, you're here, Cater. And with a delightful breakfast," Rosalind's voice rang from her bed, "you've seen nervous. Is something the matter?"

Cater shakes his head. "No, ma'am, just early morning getting to me." He gives her a cup of tea. "It is nothing."

"So formal."

Cater kept a grin as he set down Rosalind's tray and gives her a cup of tea, and cat food for Pom-Pom.

"How's your tea?"

"Delightful. Now, your chores," Rosalind starts, petting her cat, Pom-Pom, who wickedly grinned at Cater, "sweep the stairs at front and back, scrub the floors again, take care of the laundry and do the dishes, and clean the chimney,"

"I've cleaned the chimney yesterday," Cater reminded.

"Clean it again!" Rosalind snapped but gave a small smile. "I do not like arguments, dear Cater, and you should know that if I make the order, you do it. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cater sighs.

"And," Rosalind added, "feed the chickens. They seem hostile lately, and if they have eggs, please do collect them. I do want my girls to have a very healthy breakfast, like this one."

"Of course, Lady Rosalind." Cater nods and starts to walk out the door.

"Don't forget, Cater," Lady Rosalind added, "My daughters are going to need you at the village today, as they have been lacking in dresses."

"I haven't forgotten."

"That's why I like you. You don't ask any questions." Cater left the room as fast as possible, before sighing in relief, watching the mice reach the final step.

"Now, what are you all doing?" Cater whispered, walking over to them, offering his hands.

"Deuce wanted to see you in action," Ace explained.

"Well, I was interested on how he can do this, day to day."

Cater takes them and helps them in his pocket and walks down the stairs. "Well, try not to get caught, and prepare for a day in town...a long day in town."

✨

Malleus was staring at a window towards town, ignoring his grandmother and Lilia speaking about his future spouse and his time as king, for when the Queen passed.

"Malleus, are you listening?" The Queen asked, "Did you hear anything we've said."

Malleus looks over and didn't respond and looks back at the window.

"For heaven's sake, Malleus," the queen groaned, "Don't you understand what's happening?"

"That I am of age and to wed soon," Malleus spoke solemnly, "But the lady you brought in wasn't someone I felt a connection with. She seemed to care about wealth and wealth alone, which is not I want in a relationship, even in an arranged one."

"Malleus, who cares about connection. You need someone to rule with and I am running out of options for you."

"Lilia said it was important."

"I did say that," Lilia admitted, "because, your highness, I truly believed that love is essential for a positive marriage and a fruitful ruling. Malleus should be with someone he chooses."

The Queen looked at Lilia and back at Malleus. "Do you still have your handmade letter for our annual engagement ball?" The Queen asked.

"I do, Grandmother." Malleus answered.

"Here's what I'll agree too," The Queen explained, "If you happen to meet someone that you feel that you really care about, I'll let marry them."

"Then I should start at the village."

"Pardon?" The queen stammered, "I-I didn't say you should do the village."

"But you did say I should choose whoever I want, villager included."

"It does count," Lilia agreed, "You didn't say it wasn't allowed."

The Queen groaned and sighed, "Fine, go to the village and watch how those will tremble at your feet for money and status."

"Grandmother..."

"No. I will not interfere with this process. This is your idea, and I won't say a word." The Queen walked away after, leaving Malleus and Lilia in the ballroom, verbally speechless on what the queen had said.

"You are welcome," Lilia chuckles, "So? How's about it? Going to the village today?"

"I don't know, Lilia," Malleus sighs, "Grandmother seemed upset and what if she's right? About the connection to the greediness of others? I'll be honest, Lilia, I have no idea how love works and yet I just made a deal to find love."

"Oh, remember what I said? You'll know when you know, Malleus. Now, get ready! We have a day in the village!"

✨

"Oh! And this! And also this!" Astrid shrieked in glee, picking many dresses, fabrics, shoes and more.

"Ooh, these shoes are much more my style!" Elise cheered, grabbing a pair of shoes.

How long as Cater's been in the village? At least for 3 hours, no breaks and he was carrying every single thing that they've bought with or without thinking. It was taking a toll on his physical strength, but he's surviving. The mice in his pocket say otherwise. It was painful to watch Cater do this much physical labor, even through he said he was fine, but the small shakes of his arms claimed otherwise.

"Now you! Wait outside until we are done." Ordered Astrid, who was still looking for more jewelry to try on. Cater sighs as he walks outside and waits.

"Exhausting..." he mumbled, "who knew shopping at the town square was an exhausting encounter," Cater paused for a moment, "Hold on, it's not the first time I've done this." "I'd say, you've gotten stronger though," Kalim complimented, "But do you need help?"

*Jingles Jingles*

Kalim's perked up. "Oh! Looks like I'm needed for something!" He climbs out and grabs his wand. "I'll be right back!"

"Be careful," Cater smiles, "and don't cause a scene like last time."

Kalim nods as he disappears, leaving a sparkling trail.

Deuce could only stare and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"We'll explain," Ruggie started.

✨

Kalim appeared in a small alleyway, cleaning himself up, and was clearly dizzy.

"Ah, Kalim." Lilia greeted, "Look at you, fruitful as ever."

"Nice to see you again, Lilia." Kalim spoke, "Sorry if I'm a little dizzy! I've been a mice for way too long! Anyways, do you need a daily report?"

"One would be nice."

"Well, helping Cater! He still doesn't want me to just *poof* him out of there. But he was right about us having a plan before I could even consider it."

"Fairy Godfather business does feel like that sometimes. You just want to help but they won't let you."

"But I am great at using my magic for small specks of revenge." This caught Lilia attention and a cat like grin appeared on his face. "Do tell." "Well, The mean stepmother so cruel that I stick her nose into a spoon. She has a spoon on her nose for the rest of the day...or well, a week." Lilia let's out a laugh, "Oh, I would've done that too if it wasn't for me retiring."

"But I just wish we could so something to actually help Cater and not just...help with chores. I need some sort of plan."

"Oh, lucky for you." Lilia guided Kalim to Malleus, who was looking at some sorts of desserts, clearly distracted.

"Isn't that the prince?" Kalim gasps.

"Yeah, surprise," Lilia softly cheered, "I'm the queen's royal advisor and I take him to town to find someone he fancies, but no luck."

"Lilia, are you saying...?"

"Oh, I am. Watch this." Summoning his wand, he aims towards Malleus and carefully takes the envelope out of pocket, alerting Malleus.

"Hmm, must be a windy day," he mumbled as he followed but failed to grab the letter each time, causing giggles from Lilia.

"Now, let's get to Cater."

✨

Cater was now internally cursing at the sky above as the new items were causing a decreased to Cater's speed.

"Great Stars, must you be so slow!?" Astrid complained, "Mother is right. You do get lazier and lazier everyday."

"Hurry up! Or else everything is off sale!" Elise added, "It seems you like getting locked in your room."

"..I don't think you noticed that I have besn carrying everything for 3 hours," Cater murmured underneath his breath, clearly spiteful.

"I'm just surprised you can carry it all." Deuce spoke, "Look at all of that. It's a mountain that's ready to collapse."

Because it was about to. With the boxes covering his vision, he could only depend on hearing to get him moving. What he didn't expect was a carriage that zoomed across carelessly, startling Cater enough to trip. Everything else happened so fast. Cater gasped as he felt a hand around his waist, and heard an unfamiliar voice, "are you ok?" Cater looks up to see someone he can't recognize but a strangely handsome man, Cater thought. Over them was all the boxes, surrounding by fae magic, not even close to the floor.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," He looks up. The man above him took a relief and helped Cater up on his feet, fixing his outfit. Cater was distracted by how tall he was and the unusual but amazing horns on top of head.

"Cater! You clumsy worm!! I hope everything didn't break when dropped them!" Elise screamed.

"Mother will hear about this!" Astrid screamed as well. The stranger looked over and gave them a glare, which silenced them immediately, but ignored them, still brushing off Cater. "Hello, Cater." The stranger greeted, "I hope you didn't hurt yourself when you almost fell." "No," Cater gulped, "I just..uh, I should thank you for helping me. I appreciate it."

"I'm glad I came by in time. And also, I believe Cater is a lovely name." The stranger spoke, taking Cater's hand and kissing his hand.

Cater gasps. "W-what's your name?" "Malleus," he introduced himself. "Like the-" "Not in front of your...what am I supposed to call them?" "Oh you mean my stepsister?" Malleus nodded and kept the boxes above as he approached the girls. "Hello ladies."

"What do you want?" Astrid asks.

"I simply requested that you should not overwork Cater, he seems very lovely and I hate the thought of him possibly fainting of exhaustion. So I recommend we bring you guys back to your home and Cater will have a nice rest."

Cater just had to blush at that. The prince himself was calmly scolding his stepsister not to overwork him. It wasn't the first time he was defended but considering that it was Prince Malleus himself doing it. It was doing something to Cater. Ace took notice of it.

"Oh, there's the look," Ace said.

"What look, Ace?" Riddle asked.

"That's what I call the look of love." Ace answered, "Come on, the evil stepsisters are getting scolded by that man."

"Yeah, how can Cater not fall for him?" Ruggie added.

"Well, I suppose I can see it," Riddle admitted, "I just think it might to sudden for you."

Cater didn't add much to the conversation as he continued to watch, as well as the other townfolk.

"Although," Malleus continued, "Look at all of this. You bought so much that it could've lead to an injury. Tsk tsk. How about this, I'll come along as a helping hand. Would that work for you, Cater?"

Cater, still amazed, just nodded. Malleus smiles. "Ladies, would you please lead the way?"

With a small huff, Astrid and Elise started to lead Malleus, Cater walking with him.

✨

"I can't believe that worked." Kalim gasps, "I didn't mean to summon the carriage!"

"Even if you didn't mean to, that definitely helped us a lot." Lilia laughed and watch them walk away, "and besides, did you see the way Cater looked at Malleus?"

"And Malleus scolding them?"

"Perfect."

"Cute."

"We should follow them."

"Right!"

✨

"Thank you for helping," Cater thanked Malleus as they walked down the path to the Diamond Estate.

"Of course, and here's everything that they bought. And I must say, you are quite a conversationalist, Cater."

Cater smiles.

"Oh, I had plenty of practice, with animals. Hmm, yeah I can tell that shouldn't be a good thing, right?"

Malleus looks over at Cater and does a small chuckle. "Oh, I have a Knight who can talk to animals as well, so I'm used to that. And I think it's a good thing, as you may understand all animals around you."

"Oh, phew!" Cater sighs of relief, "that's a relief. I'm used to being called weird because of it."

"Oh, I am very aware of weird it is but it never weirds me out." "Really? I suppose someone like you seen so many stuff."

"That is true. But sometimes it's all repeated affairs, so going to the village was a nice change of pace for me." Malleus explained. "And that did lead me to meet you, Cater. So today is a lucky day."

"Oh..lucky?"

Malleus smiles as he takes out a envelope and hands it to Cater.

"This is for you to open," Malleus explained, looking over at the sisters, "When you are alone of course."

A neigh from a horse caught Cater off guard again and stumbled into Malleus.

"My, my, you seem very clumsy, Cater," Malleus laughs, "Perhaps you have fallen for me?"

"Or is it perhaps you made me weak at the knees?" Cater flirted and laughed at his off guard Malleus was at that comment.

"Our coach is here!!" Astrid called, "You two! Put the stuff away and get a move on!"

"Are they always so demanding?" Malleus whispered as he loaded the coach of their bags and boxes.

"You should've seen them in the mornings." Cater answered. Malleus looks back as everything was now packed. He grabbed Cater's hand once last time and couldn't help but ask: "When will I ever see you again?"

Cater smiles and brings Malleus down for a kiss on the cheek. "Soon. If fate brought us here once, I bet it'll do again."

Malleus liked the answer and helps Cater get into the coach. Malleus watched as the coach rode off, waving back at Cater before it was no where to be seen.

"... fate will bring us together again," Malleus whispered before walking back to the village.

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As soon as the returned, Cater was already putting things inside, but he was humming and softly dancing as he did so.

"So did something happen while I was away?" Kalim asked, startling the mice.

"Yeah! Cater's fallen in love," Deuce exclaimed, "I mean, look at him!" "This could be a good or bad thing," Riddle muttered. "Nah," Ace disagrees, "Cater's so happy. What's the best thing you can ask for?"

"Nothing I suppose."

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"Well, I hope your happy," Lilia pouted in fake anger, "Leaving me with more grey hairs then pink ones?"

"Sorry for my scare, Lilia," Malleus apologies, "but you need to hear this." He spoke with a smile and started walking ahead. "You should've met him, Lilia. I never thought I...I could meet someone as understand as him. Cater is so exhilarating."

"My, did fate help you?"

"...for the first time? Yes, fate has helped me learn love."

#the glass slipper #twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #kalim al asim #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #original characters #cinderella au

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mutxnts · 1 year ago

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20 fic questions

tagged by @oodlyenough to do this!! thank you <33

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

i have 22 works posted!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

42,292 words! that actually really surprises me bc all of the things i write are one shots, and they aren't particularly long. i thought this number would be farrrrrr lower

3. what fandoms do you write for?

currently only ace attorney!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

a cold night in ikea (xmen) good old days (ace attorney) lost (xmen) sunsets over genosha (xmen) hot, sticky, sweet (ace attorney)

5. do you respond to comments?

yes!!!! i always make a point to respond :) i don’t really get that many comments on my fics so i always want to show some appreciation for the people that do take time to write something!!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i guess lost? but the thing is i don't really like to write pure angst. most of the angst i write has a happy ending so by definition, that's probably the only fic i've written that has an angsty ending

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm see this is difficult when most of my fics have a happy ending and i think it's a little subjective which one is the happiest. but maybe sweet, sweet bliss since it's basically just pure fluff?

8. do you get hate on fics?

thankfully not, although i did get a slightly weird comment a couple months ago that i THINK was trying to jokingly tease me about how the characters were being ooc bc phoenix never gave edgeworth a blowjob in the games. and then they ended the comment with “but good job writing a story.” the problem is i did not know the person and so it did not really feel like much of a joke and it just. idk it felt very weird so i ended up deleting it

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i only recently started posting smut. i still feel a little awkward about it bc both times it’s been pwp, and with that it’s just like. yeah here’s two guys fucking. that’s it. but maybe that’s just the ace in me talking and feeling kinda weird about it gjsjfjdjfjdf

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

normally no i do not, but i started talking about which pokemon some of the ace attorney characters would have with a friend. and from there we started talking about so many headcanons that i started writing something for that universe bc i was inspired, but i honestly haven't touched it in a few months bc i got distracted writing other things lol

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i’m aware of, so hopefully never!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! again this goes back to my fics i wrote as a kid (so back when i was still on wattpad), but a few people translated my fics into other languages. the only one i can remember specifically was it was translated into turkish, but i remember there being other ones as well

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

i have not! and i think that’s just bc i write roleplays with people instead

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

either cherik or narumitsu <3

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

probably the one i ended up posting anyway since i feel like i'll never come back to it skdfjgjsdfgkj

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m a pretty concise writer, since i write how i think most people would speak. if that makes sense? my answer in the next question kinda gets into that, but i think i’m just not really someone who goes super artistic with my writing

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i think i’m not the best at writing prose. like, i’m not great with using very flowery, poetic kinda language or vocabulary. i struggle with that a lot. also, i can’t really write long fics, or even multi chapter fics. i just do not have the energy or motivation to do either one lol so that’s why all my fics are one shots

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i try to do it as little as possible bc i only know english, so i have to turn to google translate. and even then i try to stick to only pet names and other terms of endearment, so it’s not like i’m even really writing full sentences or anything in another language

19. first fandom you wrote for?

percy jackson!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

honestly it's so hard to choose but maybe blinding lights! i'm pretty sure it was the most excited i've ever been to write a fic, but i also recall really enjoying the setting of a cold night in ikea and being able to write that :) that one was the first time i had written fan fic since i was in high school, and it made me fall in love with writing again

tagging @japanifornication @sevenyeargap @ivy-saurs and anyone else that wants to do this! though no worries if you don't want to :)

#ash writes #fic meme

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benefits1986 · 1 year ago

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YE Countdown 2023: Lessons from Gen Alpha and Gen Z Goslings

Let's try giving "Lessons from Geese" an update it deserves, shall we?

One of the first things I vividly remember back in Leon Guinto days is the session in Marketing 101 staged by my second dad. Back then, I'd nonchalantly listen to his mentions about Katips, his alma mater. Honestly, I found it trivial because he's housed in Taft Likod or Taft Tabi-tabi. He's fond of using terms like Jesuits and angling it toward his dry humor about Benedictines.

However, his deep dive about "Lessons from Geese" caught my usually bored self. It was rather long and a bit too poetic and unapologetically philosophical for a class that's right after lunch time. Though I knew I wanted to ace this class since it's my major, this particular session turned my grade-focused existence to my yearning to be under his wing. I guess it's the pivotal moment when I wanted and needed him to mentor me. Check the full document here --JICYMI, this may give you more context about what I'm talking about. ;)

You see, I am fully aware that schools and any social spaces are not just about grades. Mother Dragon said that it's always important to get to know how any situation, any person, any conversation and all things in between should enable me to bring a lesson I can use as I go through life. She didn't mention anything about getting a 1UP based on status or title. All she wanted me to do is to go beyond the medium to masticate the message as I come up with a derivative that would allow me to learn from other's mistakes and milestones. She reminded me passionately about this a little too much, but, I knew that the wild child in me had to whacked in the head a little too much to let her message rise from the noise and the clutter.

This holiday, I spent a whole lot of time with my Gen Z 4th anak-anakan and her three Gen Alpha siblings. I wasn't expecting anything from this long holiday leave as I planned a very detailed Iloilo & beyond trip. This "coming home to ina's house" is easily the longest time I've stayed here. This time around though, this stay is the most intentional that's not too focused on averting a family matter that matters most. This time around, it's my homecoming to heal the wounded healer in me.

I actually paused as I plugged in the previous sentence. This statement made my insides swell with nostalgia that's like a really deep, dark chocolate with Level 5 matcha laced with vanilla.

I've shared that I love interacting with Gen Z and have been wondering how Gen Alpha would come in the picture. And then, poof. Here we are! I'd like to list down some lessons that aim to marry a classic and an upcoming school of thought, because we're weird that way, yes?

(I'm kind of excited because postmodernism is a staple in my book, however, I seem to have too little time to indulge in it. Perhaps, this is a good start as I fine-tune my slants, writing-wise.)

#1 Before the "V" formation comes the battle of the egos and the "lost in translation" phase.

I used to be so irritated when I see Gen Alpha get too physical and too graphic when they have sibling rivalry. While I know so well that sibling rivalry dates back to Cain and Abel, this generation is off the roof. They don't murder each other literally, however, they indulge in really cutting words tripled with bloody punches, bites and the like and are teeming with hate that makes my empath aura bleed so badly.

However, I've tried using lines like "You hate your sister? Did you know that love and hate are the same? Love and hate are both energies and you just choose one each time you talk to your sister."

Gen Alpha and Gen Z are already loaded with biases based on their algorithm, their digital and analog selves along with the influence of millennials, Gen X and boomers as the supporting characters in their avatar-filled his/herstory.

Their comments, questions and answers are too personal and at times, unforgiving. However, it's their way of asking for help about managing their one too many biases that they're yet to test out and figure out.

#2 Flying alone is a choice and shouldn't be antagonized. However, choosing to fly with a group is also a moral obligation.

Speaking of the avatar-filled digital and analog selves of Gen Alpha and Gen Z, I strongly feel and think that this generation's silent pandemic is the managing being alone, feeling alone and thinking alone.

I really can't imagine how the lockdown mutated their genes and impacted their spheres mentally, physically, emotionally and the list goes on and on and on.

Social awkwardness in these two generations is more pronounced; however, these generations ache for connections that are both digital and analog --no in between, no but's, no if's.

I've seen how my Virgo Baby Girl (VBG) cousin indulged in really, really bad tantrums that made my boomer dad unleash his boomer parenting without the belt slash or hanger flyer. LOL.

I've come across this random parent who shared that moody kids like hers are usually overstimulated, overwhelmed and yes, may well be overreacting. She also recommended giving hugs and words of affirmation a good try. Her comment section exploded and when I scanned, the netizens are both hating and loving her content piece.

And so, since I'm a fan of social experiments, I tested this hypothesis on my VBG in the light of trying to up my ante as a progressive millennial Tita. The reason is that VBG is too similar with my Virgo Baby Brother (VBB). LOL. It's me trying to see a quantum jump of some sort, too. Back then, I was too tough love on my VBB, and this time around, I'd like to be a bit better to him through my VBG interactions which are still calculated risks because I'm not always out of Manila. :p

Most importantly, hugs and words of affirmation combo is my waterloo. I'd want to try making it a waterWOO this 2024, because, late is better than never ever, right?

The first time I hugged and affirmed my VBG was when she's about to burst. As a recovering overthinker, I cling to my people watching skills to detect when's the best time to jump off the cliff. LOL. Akala mo naman napaka hirap, but, that's how I egg roll. CHOZ. It felt weird then wonderful. Kaya ko naman pala e. She didn't reject me vehemently, but she pushed back, obviously. There goes, my ugh vibe when it comes to being rejected. But, mature roles era na tayo, so, I hugged her again. This time around, she didn't bulldoze me. Instead she rested her head on my chest. Chest pa talaga, mhie. She just stayed there and I tried super tiny words of affirmation na gentle and no bashing. HAHAHAHAHA. Again, bloody baby steps po kasi nga, I'm not exactly in my element as an ember girl.

Milestone ko when she didn't clench her body and hugged me back. OPAK. Real quick naman din pala e. WOOT. WOOT. Tacca. Kaya naman pala e. You know what's even better? When she was dressing for our luwas to Manila yesterday, she asked me to tie her hair using the pink big bow I gifted her. She even told me that she'd use the water bottle I gave her even when she has one too many Aquaflasks na. HUHUHUHUHU. Ang babaw ko talagang tao. But wait, there's more, she showed her wrist to me and proudly said: "Ate, we have gold and silver bracelets. Look." LUH. Syempre, wala akong comment kasi caught off guard ako, so I just said OK. Did you know? OK is my word of affirmation, believe it or not. Ang lala ko 'di ba? I'm the type kasi who's always saying no and I don't care, literally and figuratively.

Happy to share that she had ZERO tantrums kahapon so we managed our super duper limited time in Manila very wisely. Hihihi.

#3 Rest is not for the weak, but rest if meant to strengthen your flying performance and stamina.

Gen Alpha and Gen Z have sleeping problems that may be worse than the previous generations. I think this is anchored on synchronous and asynchronous communication.

The gift and curse of being the multi-hyphenated generation is off the roof. Again, millennials are trying to live vicariously through these generations. I've seen Kumon top tier kiddos sleep and snore like adults hustling and working so deeply. I've seen the defeated cries of kids losing a super "wala lang" game in spite being Top 1 in class across all subjects. I've seen kids fear rivers because they don't look like pristine chlorine-filled pools. I've seen kids try posing as grown ups even when their drips don't fit their vibe and mood.

NKKLK. And so, when I interface with my Gen Z med student cousin, I try my best to be gentle and firm. Bashing and crashing and limited time love language namin, pero when she shared, "Ate, ang gusto ko lang naman in life, 'yung kalmado naman. Ayoko na nga sigawan na walang tigil. Bingi na nga ako e." It felt so graphic and true. Kaya, 'di man ako kalmado, eto na tayo sa ultra femme era natin. I don't know if I can wing it, pero OK. OK. Hahahaha.

Rest is something that ALL generations lack. Choosing not to rest seems like a mortal sin to this population. However, as a recovering burnout bitch running on adrenaline addiction x anhedonia mash up, rest is integrated in all my flows. Hindi siya madali. Hindi siya part ng sistema ko. Hindi siya nakakakalma, however, rewiring your totality is integral in all spaces and places you go to.

Huminga. Kumalma. Magpahinga. Then, saka ka balik-sabak na. GAH. I miss my home buddy tuloy sa work RN. HUHUHU. Alam mo 'yung sobrang simpleng feedback niya na kahit ang kalat ko talaga nitong Q4 2023, he tells me na 'yung tip ko na huminga siya in between his lines sa reporting, gamit na gamit niya. Not always pero a good number of times. This Gen Z is teaching me na it's OK to be gentle and firm. HUHUHUHU. OK. OK. Shemay, kamusta na ba sila? But, wait, kalma. Magpahinga. Huminga.

#4 Encouragement is both a blessing to the healing ones; and may be a loud senseless honk or curse for those who are yet to see and feel that they're badly wounded.

Another lesson I'd like to overhaul about the geese is the HONKING to keep the "V" formation pop and fly high. LOL. Eto na po tayo sa highly polarizing bit ng piece na 'to na napaka haba. Gawin ko na ba 'tong thesis proposal? Hahahahahaha. Gusto comm-focused e. CHOZ.

There's encouragement that's called for and uncalled for. Gen Z and Gen Alpha don't like to be scolded and honked at. LOL. That's the other thing that seems crass about these new generations; however, honking is kinda outdated when I revisited these geese lessons.

How so? Honking may be intrusive and kinda condescending. A honk is usually loud and triggering. A honk is typically making you jump, like that of a bike or car honk, right? So, what?

Instead of honking, I picked encouragement as a better alternative so it's more empathic and inclusive. Encouragement is something that should be used and not misused or abused. Gen Z and Gen Alpha already are in deep pain points that have not existed since The Land Before Time Era. (OA ko na naman, pero I want that graphic reference right here and right now e.)

I am trying to be more encouraging and taming my wild horse while at it. Gen Z and Gen Alpha are generally not afraid to ask for help, however, the manner they ask for help is something that I'm learning as it is not the same as the older generation. They usually lambing to say they are in trouble. They usually go offline when there's something bothersome. They usually mask their depression with fancy and fluffy stuff. It's kind of the same with millennials, but not quite.

#5 A damaged geese either dies or lives. It's all about how the perspective of the geese who help the wounded PLUS how the damaged geese perceives it.

Lastly, the circle of geese and the depth and stamina of that circle defines the life and death of any damaged goose. I view asking for help as a demerit. Ang lala natin talaga. But, what I'm painstakingly learning is that asking for help is a choice. People who help are also making choices. It's not about wala na lang silang maggawa kasi kawawa ako. LOL. Milestone achieved. Akala mo again kung anong napaka profound learning, ano po? I won't say sorry kasi akala ko talaga tama 'yun e noon e.

The quality of your circle of control is also impacted by the quality of the people you cling to as you try your best to control your circle of control. Read that again and again. When you're in a chaotic space and state, it really is a plus to have people who believe in you no matter what. 'Yung tipong won't baby you pero medyo delulu levels ng tiwala sa'yo kasi kaya mo naman talaga... sabaw or traumatized ka lang talaga. Or puwede rin namang wala sa mood. LOL.

Help is a two-way thing and multi-faceted as well. Hindi siya one-sided lang featuring nangaabala 'yung kabila so walang choice 'yung naabala. I guess, this is my first time to ask for help na taos-puso tulo ang uhog at dugo era ko. HAHAHAHA. As a recovering wone wolf, this is always a coliseum for the mere mortal me. However, OK OK OK na, I am giving this a really good try and nag-start na ako.

Gah. I started this at around 430 AM and I just finished. Daming hugot-lagot niyan? LOL. Maybe, I just love the sound of my suking electric fan on a balmy Thursday morning with the pitter-patter of soft rain coupled with soft glowing ambient lights na walang maingay. Add queen sized bed and the chirping birds, too. Ah, provincial life. Sa Year 41 na tayo mag-tuos sa araw-araw. Piliin ko muna 'yung good fight sa araw-araw din, because, the best things take time and sanay naman ako maghintay kahit impatient ako.

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kousaka-ayumu · 2 years ago

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Christmas Fic day 3: JamiAzu

Warnings: yandere Azul, spoilers for chapter 4 of the main story, spoilers for the vignettes, yandere content, stalking, kidnapping, and blackmail, implied unwanted sex.

Mention ships: Malleus X Ace

Flashback

"I've always admired your work, you know. Scarabia is lucky to have a vice-dorm leader as competent as you."

"Grade-wise, you show no outstanding weaknesses in classroom learning, applied lessons, or PE. Even I'm miserable at something-namely flight and magic."

"But you? You're almost impressively middle-of-the-road in all regards. It's almost like you prefer to keep it that way..."

Flashback ends

The octopus boy laid on a bed smiling at the photo of the black haired boy, the boy in question is Jamil Viper.

Azul smiled- well bit more lovesickly at the photo.

To put it startly Azul has been curious about Jamil since their freshman year. He noticed that Jamil's been maintaining a perfect score in the middle in his studies, which made Azul suspect that there's more to Jamil's personality. He confirms this through the plot of the whole Scarabia incident, where he's able to observe Jamil's behaviour more, remarking that Jamil perfected the art of feigning defeat. He also tells Jamil that he believes the two of them would get along well, and even asks if he would like to transfer to Octavinelle - something that Jamil promptly refuses.

He is deeply- no he is madly in love with the Vice-dorm leader of Scarabia, too put it simply he is thee god dam yandere for the black haired boy.

He always dreamed about Jamil every night, wishing for the black haired boy to be in his arms, for Jamil to be with him forever and ever until the end. 'He. Will. Be, mine..' He thought to himself as he drift to sleep.

The next day

After another basketball practice Jamil was about to get changed into his uniform and went back to Scarabia until.

"Umihebi-kun." A voice called out, Ace and Jamil noticed Floyd walking towards them more specifically Jamil and handed him an invitation. "Azul told me told me to invited you to the Monstro Lounge at 9:00 PM." The energetic eel said and left, leaving Ace and Jamil confused.

"What the heck was that?" The ginger haired boy asked, "I don't know but what ever it is, I have a feeling that he's is up to no good, say shouldn't you be on a date with Malleus-senpai now." The black haired boy said reminded Ace of his date with the fae prince, Ace jolts "Oh great seven!" The ginger haired boy yelled out, getting change to his uniform when Jamil notices Ace have a some sort of a love mark on the back of his neck but didn't question it when Ace have left.

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9:00 PM at Monstro Lounge

Jamil arrived at the Monstro Lounge, for the first time in his life he was nervous 'What does Azul want with me? I swear to the great seven if he wanted me to transfer to Octavinelle again, I refuse it!' He thought angerly to himself, just before he could say anything he was knocked out.

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He woke up in some sort of a room, well an unfamiliar room to say the least, he looked up and saw Azul petting his hair.

"Ah, you're awake so early." The octopus boy said in a surprisingly soft voice "You should sleep a lot more, you have history class tomorrow, it's 1:00 am." He said "How did I get here? My voice.. It's so weird." The black haired boy said softly, then he remembers something.

He arrived at the Monstro Lounge last night, and got knocked out "You planned this?!" He said softly but angerly to Azul, "Yes, I did planned this, I always mad whenever you with Kalim, you always have to take care of him like a mom, he always depended on you. I admit that's pretty cute but the thing is that.. I wanted you to be mine." He said to Jamil's ear "But, if you didn't I guess I have to hurt Kalim." He said, the last part made the black haired boy freak out.

Although he hated the white haired boy, he did cared for him, and he didn't want anything bad happen to him after what had happened in his childhood(I just saw a comment on AO3 saying "for some reason i just imagined a Jamil with a pesonallity like kanade otonokoji from SDA2, terrifying image" terrifying is it?).

Jamil had thought about it now, 1st he don't wanted to become Azul's lover and 2nd if he didn't then tue octopus boy might hurt Kalim.

"I.. Became your lover.." He whisper under his breath but Azul had heard and was happy for it...

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It was Christmas and everyone was having the day of their lives with their loved ones well only Azul have forced Jamil to become his lover.

The snake was now in the tentacles(get your mind off of the gutter) of the octopus.

❃The End❃

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #jamil x azul #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #twst

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astersofthesky · 4 years ago

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Reasons why I ship LawLight

It's been a year since I last watched Death Note and up to this day, it still remains on my TOP 5 FAVORITE ANIME (alongside Attack on Titan, Daiya no Ace, Gintama, and the Inazuma Eleven franchise).

Be as it is, the ship between L and Light holds a special place here in my heart. And today I want to talk about the reason why I am head over heels for this painstakingly beautiful ship.

For a quick heads-up. "LawLight" is a non-canon ship pair from Death Note. The two person involved are Yagami Light also known as "Kira" and the Great Detective L otherwise known as Ryuuzaki. I believe that their trope belongs to the enemies to lovers. They are also the most famous ship for the said fandom.

I admit that I am a certified fujoshi. So when scenes like walking together under falling sakura leaves, going to a cafe for their date to confirm their suspicions about each other's identity, and was even CHAINED 24/7 were shown, I can't help but ship them despite the fact that they are LITERALLY TRYING TO KILL AND CATCH EACH OTHER.

Actually for me, what makes this ship so appealing is their cat and mouse chase. A criminal and a detective. The spark and sexual tension apparent in their battle of wits. Who shall fall first? Who shall emerge victorious? And I firmly think that this dynamic between them is also one of the biggest factors why this anime/manga became such a success.

In the eyes of a shipper, some of their interactions are seen as a potential fuel to lit a burning flame called romance. Another thing, they also complement each other.

Why? Well, let's look at Yagami Light first.

Light used the notebook to alleviate his boring mundane life. Because of his high IQ, normal things don't ellicit excitement for him. Also, always hearing about everyday crimes, his strong sense of justice tells him to rid the world of this disgusting humans who continue to cause chaos for the world. So, immediately grabbing the death note as an opportunity to make his ideals a reality, KIRA IS BORN.

Of course, no matter how good the intention is. Taking lives is still a murder. And the fact that Light wanted to take advantage of the situation to become GOD OF THE NEW WORLD, it's true essence is slowly turning into selfishness. Just like any ordinary case, the police have taken interest, no, it's more accurate to say that they were FORCED to take interest. With no more cards to play, the worldwide police decided to ask help from their trump card. Yes, the world's greatest detective L.

Hiding in a single gothic letter and synthetic voice, Light had found his other half. The yin to his yang. Why you ask?

It's simple. L is the only person who can match his intelligence. Who can see through his barrage of lies and alibis. He was the only one who doubted him, the only one who almost sent him to his doom.

He was the ultimate obstacle Light needed to overcome. Because of this thrill, of this danger, Light found true challenge. Other than the joy of killing criminals for his dream, battling with L brought an unexpected bliss deep within his soul. Because of L, his once dull world had been painted with complicated colors. L is the only one who can understand Light.

He is his enemy.

He is his Equal.

He is his captor.

The same goes for L.

Being the number 1 detective in the world, I bet that cases has become repetitive for him. With his astounding deduction skills, he could immediately solve a case while eating his favorite sweets. Thus the appearance of Kira is a mystery for him.

A highly difficult game for him to solve and win. As he said himself, he is childish and he hates to lose. So in order to win, he's given away his identity. He steps out of his shadows and approached Kira himself. Maybe it's a call for responsibility, a call for justice, or a call for his pride, whatever his reason is, he's willing to risk his life.

When he made contact with Light, he had realized that Light is the only other person who can see through him. His trials, his tests. Light never fails to amaze and surprise L. He had even considered him his successor, even though he only used it to test Light, with the latter quickly grasping the subtle accusation.

He is his enemy.

He is his captee.

He is Equal.

No one knows if their relationship had gone beyond detective and a criminal. If they ever had a genuine conversation. One without lies and hidden intention.

A talk as L and Light.

Looking at a watcher's perspective. A single particular scene showed a glimpse of their relationship. The rooftop and foot massage scene who fueled a lot of LawLight shippers.

"The bells are unusually loud today." - L

At the rooftop, L had asked Light if he had ever uttered a truth once in his life. With Light regaining his memories, L knows that this attempt is futile, yet he still tries. And maybe, even held a little hope that Light would surrender himself.

Light on the other hand, as expected caught the meaning of his question, within that short silence, he contemplated his answer even if it's just for mere seconds. But because Light had already steeled his resolve, he chose to lie.

He had already made a choice.

And that is to kill L.

And L himself knows it.

At the stairs, an intimate scene between them is shared. Both are drenched in the rain, then L suddenly offered a foot massage to Light. For non-shippers, they say that it's a Bible reference.

But for people like me, it's simply nothing but a bittersweet moment where for once, emotions are stirred and shared.

The atmosphere, their longing stares.

Light drying L's hair.

The exchange of words.

It truly is a very painful and touching picture.

"It will be lonely isn't it? You and I will be parting ways soon".

L is known for not showing his true emotions. Yet in here, he bares everything. From the way he looks at Light and that slight curve on his mouth, like he's very regretful of something. Maybe it's because he wasn't able to personally give him the verdict or it can also be what ifs and what would they have become if they didn't meet in this kind of circumstances.

On Light, he looked shock and somewhat sad. They say it was an act, but the knowledge of his arch-nemesis soon dying, the one who has been with him since this "chase" started, the one being who gave him thrill and pushed him to his limits, the one who for months, was chained with him 24/7, the only one who could stand as his equal, the one who made him feel, losing that person will surely give you mixed emotions, and I believe that the sadness there is genuine, even though it had been overshadowed by his delight for victory.

It was only a for a short moment but for once, they've dropped all facades as they face each other as L and Light, not Ryuuzaki and Kira.

After L's death, Light is shown to have lose some of his sanity. I've read in a site before telling that L was the one who's holding his ground. And with him gone, with the thrill of danger gone, Light suddenly found himself at loss. He spent months trying to rid of his enemy. His disappearance had caused a void in his heart.

I remember a certain scene where Light imagined L sitting at his usual chair. His eyes were dead and devoid of color. That's where he also started to lower his guard down. For him, L is his only formidable opponent, his other half. He is his equal. It proves with the appearance of Near, where Light says that he's far inferior to L. That he doesn't deserve to wear his mask.

Light had come to respect L.

In Light's final moments, he sees L. A hallucination some says. But they're missing a point here.

The fact that L showed up, either his soul or an imagination, means that he had become an important figure to Light. Maybe he was thinking what L said during the times that they are wearing the chains.

"As long as we are wearing this chains. You and I are bound to share the same fate. If you die, I die." - L Lawliet

Yes, the chains are gone, physically. But because Light had allowed L to become an important piece of his life, he had secured the chain for L to held him captive for as long as he's alive...and if you let your imagination wild, even after death.

This are the reasons why I fell in love with this ship.

They're both broken.

One is blinded by power.

One had secluded himself from the outside world.

Their chase will never be forgotten. A game that only the two of them understood knowing from the beginning that they will never achieve a happy ending. This painful and bittersweet ship will go down in history.

#death note #lawlight #lawlight death note #yagami light #l lawliet #l death note #shipping #light death note #analysis #austere writes #meta

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azurevi · 4 years ago

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on land where we can touch the moon (2/?)

PART 1 PART 3

A quick note- this is pretty messy. I'm planning as I write, so there'll be information scattered across the words, and it may be overwhelming...kinda. I have added a little note about what happened in this chapter in the end. This series is also up on ao3.

There is, naturally, a reason Azul was stuck with the name 'The Sea Merchant'.

It wasn't a bad name, and there was no hint of degradation in it. It just wasn't particularly suiting. Azul wasn't a merchant. He wasn't even a shopkeeper. He was just invested in a little magic, and this hobby of his got leaked out somehow.

His magic was certainly something. It's A Deal allowed him to confiscate another person's valued quality in exchange for their wish. Anything could come to life as long as the deal was equal.

Only the drunk and people in desperate need of help ever went to him for help. After Azul had started mastering his magic, he reckoned that it hadn't been used to its full potential. If the person on the other side of the deal failed to meet the requirement, Azul could take even more from them without suffering any loss.

And so he sugarcoated and exaggerated his words, put up the most professional smile he could manage. For a few weeks all was well. He'd gained himself a melodious voice, splendid flexibility and a ton of unique magics, but nothing great ever lasted. He was soon exposed as a scammer and his notoriety was whispered among the streets, passed on and on until every family warned their kids not to ever run into him. And Azul, with his fame and prosperity wilting under the gossip and points of fingers, was forced into giving up his success.

He had been in hiding ever since.

He could never understand how something as atrocious could happen to him. If it hadn't been for the sneers and isolation in the entirety of his childhood, he wouldn't have grown up hating everything and everyone around him that called him ugly, unwanted, repulsive. It should've justified his desire for revenge.

Instead, God decided that his suffering was not anywhere close to enough and kicked him down the cliff where he was crying for help.

That being said, Azul was grateful to have Jade and Leech sticking around after everything. The two of them were also unpopular among others, so they eventually got close as a tight-knitted trio.

"No you didn't," Jade said firmly.

"I did, Jade. I did," Azul sighed, "They were dying, Jade, I couldn't just let them die,"

"Well, you should've."

"Don't be so uptight. Azul was doing the right thing, wasn't he?" Floyd winked. "So. Were they good-looking?"

"What?"

"The human. You must've saved them for a reason,"

Azul hated how Floyd's words implied that he would never do good unless there was something in it for him, but one could never lie in the face of truth.

"I just didn't want to let them die. It was their birthday,"

"What does that have to do with everything?" Jade asked. "You went above the water. You saved a human. You were almost caught. You could've died up there, you know. How did you even manage to breathe?"

"I just… did." Azul said, twirling his tentacles in nervousness. Jade was entirely disapproving of his actions, while Floyd on the contrary seemed to be mildly intrigued.

Everything still felt like a fever dream. All the fireworks and cheering and explosion were still vividly scorched into his mind as if they'd been put on repeat. The splendid colors, light giggles and-

And those beautiful eyes of yours. The way your hair flowed in the night sky with ease, how you laughed like tomorrow was promised and your life had been planned out before you, a clear and untainted path to success. Azul couldn't decide on whether he was jealous or amazed.

"Well, you better hope they didn't really see you, or that they forgot about it. If the humans come down here to hunt us down-" Jade couldn't even bear to finish the imagination. He simply shook his head in dismay.

"I swear I saw someone! I couldn't have just been washed ashore!"

"Apparently, you were," Jack said, stroding with large steps that had you panting to keep up. "Near-death experiences do things to our mind, your majesty,"

"That may be the case for others, but I'm sure I was conscious," you retorted. "I woke up to a pair of pale, azure eyes, then in a blink they were behind the rock. If it hadn't been for you-"

"I apologize for worrying about you, your majesty."

You bit your tongue. Fighting with Jack always ended with him being passive-aggressive and you stepping back reluctantly. Plus he was as stern as a rock. Almost nothing could move his belief.

Shouting and grunting could be heard from inside the medical room where Ace, Deuce and Grim were being tended to.

Jack flung open the door, and the three stumbled to get into the blankets and put on a excruciated expression.

"I see you're all healed up," Jack said. Ace hummed lowly and slapped his forehead with the back of his hand.

"I'm at death's door, commander. It pains me to say this, but I might need to take more days off,"

Jack was quiet for a while, and you could almost see a drop of sweat sliding down Ace's forehead.

"And you, Deuce?" Jack challenged.

"I'm traumatized,"

"And Grim?"

You arched your brow, at which he shivered in fear. "I- I'm feeling fine already,"

"So it's just Ace and Deuce, right?" Jack said. Ace and Deuce nodded their heads so hard they could fall off.

"Alright. Your health is of utmost importance to us, so I'll contact the Raven Healer…"

"The what?!" Deuce's voice croaked.

"The Raven Healer. Surely you've heard of him. He's best known for being able to treat any diseases, both mentally and physically,"

You were sure there were sweats rolling down Ace's cheeks now. "But- but doesn't he heal by using bizzare mediciness…?"

"Oh yes. His magic is what makes him such an infallible doctor. You two seem to be in a lot of pain. I'm sure he'll free you of your suffering."

You turned sharply towards the door and stifled a laughter.

"That's… not very necessary…" Deuce's voice faltered word by word. He was fully aware that he'd already lost. "You know what, commander? I think I can dive back into work right this instant!"

Jack smirked smugly. "Splendid. And you, Ace?"

The two of them stared at each other so intensely there seemed to be sparkles between them. Finally, Ace gave in. "I'll start work tomorrow,"

They didn't even wait for Jack to walk completely out of the door to whine. They looked fully healthy, even more energized than you.

"Anyways, did you find your saviour?"

You sighed. Ace and Deuce were still skeptical about your 'story', which you'd corrected to 'experience', but at least they were open-minded.

"No clues. I've had guards patrolling about every two hours. Nothing has yet to happen,"

They eyed each other uneasily, then back at you with a worried face. Before they could make assumptions, you defended yourself. "No, I'm not sick. My head's not concussed,"

"Well," Grim scurried to your lap. "Perhaps your saviour doesn't wish to be found?"

That'd be unwanted. You would wish for anything but to create troubles for your lifesaver. Nonetheless, you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep without sending your gratitude.

Alright, there might be a selfish motif. You were admittedly curious about those light, pensive eyes and silvery, gleaming hair under sunlight. All these unknown were like a gravity pool, pulling you deeper and deeper into the mystery.

"Well, you ought not to lose hope," Ace patted your shoulder casually, like you weren't the princette of the kingdom he was serving for. "Maybe you'll actually run into him. Fate has a weird habit for setting unexpected traps."

It wasn't so much love as a tender curiosity, but the line segregating them was so flimsy that one's got to mix them up at some point.

Azul found himself in such a dilemma. He couldn't decide whether it was attraction or nosiness that he was feeling. Either way, it's got him hooked like a drug. Something beautiful had finally entered his life like light piercing through a thick fog of ink, and it was possessive. Azul had a feeling that it wouldn't go away until it had drained him of his mind.

The door to his room was thrown open and Azul had to hide the peeled petals and green stem in a jumble. He had been chanting 'they love me, they love me not' for the past hour. To his luck, Jade and Leech didn't seem to have noticed his haste expression. They were both panting when they swam inside.

"What's wrong?" Azul's first instinct was that something had gone south.

"There-" Floyd wheezed. "There's a sta-"

"There's a fallen statue in the Coral Maze," Jade finished the sentence. "People are fussing over it,"

"Okay," Azul eased back into his bed. He'd already lost interest at 'Coral Maze'. It was at the centre of where the majority of sea creatures inhabited. Nothing could make him go anywhere near civilization and its hubristic aesthetic again.

Or so he thought.

"No- you don't get it. It's a statue of a human that sank along with wreckages of a big ship, and it's made of gold,"

A statue made of gold.

He recalled it now. It was supposed to be your birthday present. The consternation of what followed the present revelation had been so intense that it'd washed the memory of the statue out.

"We just thought that it could be the statue you mentioned in your story, you know? It looked really grand…" Floyd sighed.

Azul wanted to get up and swim over right there, right then, but he knew he couldn't. What would others say to him the moment they saw the shadows of their tentacles crawling on their pure and oh-so royal ground? What accusations would they throw his way? How many children will be led away from him like he was some man-eating, brutal abomination?

Not to mention the unforgiving rage he'd evoked in trying to scam them in the past. Dishonesty was highly criticised in their high-class society. It was as if they were saints that had never done one thing wrong. Bet they'd never even stayed up past midnight.

"You ought to come take a look!" Floyd suggested. A casual, friendly proposal.

"No," Azul snapped. "No, no. I'm not going there,"

"They're planning to use the gold," Jade said. "You know how they are. They see one thing from the ground and start screeching in pain,"

They were going to use your statue. The statue that was perhaps the only thing that was related to you, the one way to never have to forget about you again in case that you never met again.

And to imagine the effect it'd add to his collections! A big gold statue in the centre of his grotto, accentuated by the sparkling of other jewelries. It'd be complete.

"I'll sit on it," Azul decided. He was not to act rashly, lest he walked one step wrong and brought upon himself misery and misfortune. If he really was to pay a visit, he would act in secret. Perhaps in the veil of the night.

"Just don't act alone, okay?" Jade said. Azul nodded despite not paying any mind to him.

In the dead of the night Azul decided to sneak out. Alone. It was a mistake, really. Azul couldn't stop thinking about your statue, and by the time he realized how absurd it was, he'd already gone to the Coral Maze.

There was nary a shadow except his own. Still, it was much lighter than where he lived even at night. The distorted image of the moon waved from above as Azul made his way through the many identical corals. Then he finally found your majestic statue standing solemnly in the centre. The only beauty in the water.

It was a sight for sore eyes. White, pure light reflected off the gold and created streams of gleams onto the ground. That someone would ever find it to be disgraceful was incomprehensible to Azul. Something like this deserved to be put on display in the museum for all to see.

There was no radiance on your face and no splendid colors in your eyes. It was merely a fraction of what you were. Nonetheless, it was enough for Azul.

"Who's roaming there?" an alerted voice asked. When Azul turned, he saw a silhouette looming from outside the Coral Maze, holding two anglerfishes in hands and waving them in the water.

Panic was the only thing Azul felt as he hid behind the statue, struggling to keep his tentacles out of sight. The light stayed right in front of him for a while before skimming away.

Azul grabbed the statue and swam, pushing his tentacles through the water as hard as he could.

"Wait there- oh goodness!"

There were several voices now, mumbling and inquiring. Then light was casted upon his flitting figure and there were bemused gasps before someone yelled, "Seize him!"

Azul was out of breath. He wished he excelled in fitness but instead he was stuck with incongruous tentacles that would never cooperate at the most needed times.

A hand grasped the end of his tentacle but slipped off. He kept the statue tight in his arms, as if his life depended on it. He could tell that they were near now, and was trying very hard not to imagine the gruesome outcomes.

Someone grabbed his tentacles. He faltered and was pulled back despite protests.

"Keep him in place!" another person yelled as the crowd moved to keep Azul fenced in.

Azul couldn't see anything. Everything was a poor mixture of shadow and distaste and sneers. He was probably going to die right there.

"I can't believe you have the guts to come back, Ashengrotto. After all the things you've done!" someone spoke up.

"Yeah! How shameless of you!”

"And he's stealing our properties now! Imagine how desperate he is,"

"You guys don't even want it!" Azul said.

Some guy lurched forward. Azul cowered backwards.

"It's disgusting, yes, but it's still gold." he said as if it was a completely just thing to do. "It landed on our ground, so it belongs to us. On the contrary, you don't have the rights to lay your filthy hands on it. What more do you want to steal from us?"

"I'm taking this because none of you understand the beauty of it!"

This evoked a negative reaction from the crowd, but words could never be taken back. Azul could feel his heart pounding like a prisoner hellbent on escaping. He had to escape. No more of this degrading gazes. No more of the points of fingers.

"Beauty?" the guy scoffed, and for a moment his face scrunched up and he was ready to spit out rage, but then it softened into a smug smirk. "I guess only ugly understands ugly, huh?"

Azul's head throbbed.

"It doesn't justify your actions, ink-blasting thief. Hand that piece of trash over right- uff!"

He was flung deep into the water until he disappeared into nothing but a black dot. People around Azul immediately made way as they fled in screams and wails. His tentacle was still tingling with the impact, but he couldn't quite feel it. Even if he did, he couldn't care less as he skyrocketed to the surface of the water. He blinked and blinked, but his eyes were still blurred by what would be mixed into the seawater eventually.

He'd had enough. Heard enough, seen enough. If he'd spent one more second down there he would have suffocated to death.

The familiar freshness of air welcomed him the moment he broke through the water's persistence. The land wasn't far ahead. He swam towards it as if it was his sanctuary.

There was a man sitting on the rock, face hidden under the hood. Azul considered retreating. He had no idea what would happen to him if he was spotted, but nothing better would happen if he were to go back. So he continued swimming and crawled onto the cool soft sand, only letting his head be seen by the man as he hid behind yet another rock where he placed the much valued statue.

He seemed to be asleep, chest heaving up and down at a steady pace. Just as Azul started sliding out, the man raised his head and looked straight at Azul.

They were a pair of humming, white circles, seemingly void of any sentiments. The man had a mask on that shielded his face except for his tightly shut lips. Two crows were staring right at him with the same uncanny manner.

"You've finally arrived," the man said.

Probably the humans had been searching for him. Azul decided to keep his mouth shut.

"I've been hearing your calls…" he tilted his head. "You can come out. I know what you are,"

Azul still hesitated. But he was much closer to the ocean than to the guy, so he slowly let his tentacles into light.

The man remained calm, not a bit taken back by the revelation.

"Well, I've been hearing your calls…" he resumed.

"I never called out to any humans,"

"Not literally. But you have been calling out a lot," he smiled amiably. "You have to know that it's especially hard for me to hear from creatures undersea, so if your wishes managed to reach me, it means you're pretty desperate,"

"I think you have the wrong person," Azul said and started retreating.

The guy sprang up and his crows curled up together beside him. "Wait- I should introduce myself first. I'm the Raven Healer,"

Azul pondered for a while. "That doesn't explain anything except for the crows,"

"You lots haven't heard of me?" he frowned so deep that his brows and eyes were a cluster. "You guys are really secluded,"

That was when Azul finally realized that he knew about them. About all the lives and creatures that inhabited the deep sea.

"And I mean no harm to your realm. My only target is you," he smiled again, this time at an ominous angle.

"Well, I'm quite famous in this realm. I heal people for a living, whether it be physical or emotional needs. Anything you need, I can grant you,"

That's not very different from Azul's magic.

"Sometimes, when someone is really desperate for a change, their thoughts can be heard by my crows. And you, Azul Ashengrotto…" his smile dropped a bit and his eyes drooped. "is particularly distressed,"

"Alright. It was nice meeting you," Azul nodded respectfully. The man didn't seem to be harmful. If he fled right now, he could probably throw him off.

The Raven Healer stilled, then burst into piles of blatant laughter. "No, no. I've been looking for you, don't you get it? I'm here to grant your wish!"

I'm here to grant your wish. Like how Azul'd promoted his business as the Sea Merchant.

"I understand that you've been suffering quite a lot, and that you want a change. But nothing ever comes without a cost… I'm sure you can understand,"

The healer stood up, the material of his greatcoat fluttering in the wind. He made his way freely to Azul, who could only freeze up as he inspected the statue with great interest.

"The heir to the throne! I see why you're desperate now. They're a real catch," the healer then looked down at the outstretched tentacles without a word. Azul prayed in his mind that he would turn away from them.

"Well, here are my terms. I will grant you a pair of legs in exchange for your magic,"

Wait, what?

Azul was pretty sure the Raven Healer was just imitating him now. A great figure appearing out of the blue to answer your hopes. The catch was that the figure would always take away your most important thing. It was never a fair deal, Azul was aware.

"I don't think you need my magic," Azul breathed.

"Why, I do!" he exclaimed. "Collecting magic is a splendid hobby of mine! It is because of all these magic that I am such a renowned magician,"

He was obviously lying. His smile couldn't reach his eyes, and the orbs where his eyes were supposed to be were humming like a hazard label.

"I think I'll be just fine," Azul hurriedly brought the statue to his chest and started sliding away.

"...How are you going to survive?"

"What?" Azul swiveled, exhausted.

"Up here. With your…" the healer wiggled his fingers.

"I'll find a way,"

"No you won't," the healer protested. Azul looked up to the sky, took a deep breath and decided to entertain him.

"Why so?"

"You're gonna cause ruckus. Chaos. People are not especially used to seeing half-man half-octopuses roaming their land," he said honestly.

Despite knowing all this, Azul still considered his word rude. There was a thin line between blunt and disrespectful, and he'd just crossed it.

"There won't be anyone dealing with you, will there?"

"...I suppose not-"

"Exactly! I am your only hope!" he exclaimed once again, throwing his hands up in the air like a dramatist. "Unless you want to go back?"

Azul glanced at the serene water. He knew that down there, the mermaids and mermen must be panicking over what'd just happened.

"You can't hold onto that statue forever. If you really wish to stay here-"

"I just came, Mr. Healer. I'm not going to stay,"

"Yet. Come on now," he groaned, as if he was the one exasperated. "I know you want it. You need it. So what are you waiting for? You're never going to see all the beauties in this world in this state!"

He was right. Agonizingly right. He couldn't just walk around as an octopus. It would be like a stain on a quaint painting. Moreover, now that he was here, he couldn't just give up the chance to find you again. It's not like the ocean would welcome him anyways.

As if hearing his thoughts, the Raven Healer reached his hand out, "Deal? Your magic for a pair of legs. It's a fantastic trade if you think about it,"

One second. Two second. Azul didn't wait until the third to act on it. The moment their skin touched, Azul felt a stream of warmth coursing through him, rushing to his throat, where he choked up a luminous blue orb. It was within the healer's fingers within seconds.

"And your legs," he rummaged inside his pocket. There seemed to be numerous tiny objects inside as he dug around. Finally, he pulled up a thumb-size bottle and handed it to Azul.

He downed the slimy liquid inside under the healer's encouraging nods, and almost gagged at the sensation. "Guh! What the hell is-"

His tentacles started glowing a bright yellow, bright enough to attract people in this dead of the night. They started to shrink until they completely disappeared, and a pair of human legs replaced them.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he stretched around and surveyed the changes on his body. It took him quite some time to adjust to it, but he was surprisingly good at it. The fabric of the pants that came with the gift fluttered against his 'flesh' like a mother's caress. He felt normal, for once. Not some ugly monster that preyed on innocent kids. Not a marginalized criminal. Not even a wicked fraud. He was just a human wanting to explore the world.

"Three days," the Raven Healer said.

"What?" Azul was too joyous to pay real mind.

"If you can't find the most beautiful thing after three days, you will dissolve into sea bubbles,"

Azul stilled as he comprehended his words, then he started to chant no in his mind. He'd fallen for his trap.

"You didn't mention it at all!" Azul yelled. "Refund! You're scamming me!"

"The pot's calling the kettle black now. How comical," the healer giggled. Azul's heart dropped to the bottom.

"Consider this your own medicine. It's not like you're completely at loss over here!"

"Wait!" Azul reached out to grasp his fainting figure, which had become an opaque vision.

"We shall reunite in three days. Until then, enjoy."

All that was left was the crashing of the waves and songs of the crickets. Bathed in the glow of the moon, Azul finally came to the conclusion that he'd fucked up.

Life never stopped to give him a break. There were haste footsteps nearing from behind. Azul instinctively retracted his tentacles, but forgot about their absence and tripped instead.

"Yikes! That was a nasty fall. Are you okay?"

Looking up, two formally looking men were standing above him, one with crimson hair and another navy. There was a sword attached to each of their sides.

"Yeah. I-I'm fine," Azul cleared his throat and stood up.

"Are you homeless?" The redhead asked and was immediately hit by his companion.

"You can't go around asking people whether they are homeless!" he scolded, then turned to Azul brightly. "You must be in search of shelter! Please follow us!"

"That isn't any better,"

"Shut up," the blue-haired snapped with the same polite smile. "Come on, Mr…?"

"A-Azul. Azul Ashengrotto,"

"Yes, Mr. Ashengrotto. We can't have you catching a cold out here,"

Despite his friendly facade, Azul could see underlying motives lurking beneath. But clueless that he was, he didn't have a choice but to follow suit towards the castle-like building in the far distance.

"Your majesty will be pleased to see you," the redhead murmured, but Azul couldn't quite catch that.

"What was that?" he asked.

"It's nothing," was all that he received. "Just that you'll surely love the place."

Conclusion : Azul had once gone around scamming others with his unique magic but was busted and had been further criticised since. The Raven Healer is obviously Crowley, and his magic will be further explained in next chapter.

#twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst headcanons #octavinelle #azul ashengrotto #sie writes

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ilchohand · 5 years ago

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Ichidai San vs Seidou: Koshien Aftereffects

@ Anon-san, here's the essay haha!

I've officially watched the Ichidai San vs Seidou match for the fourth time last night. My adrenaline was so high, I couldn't sleep until 3am that I ended up wanting to unleash all these feelings for this show.

Daiya, Act II ep 13

And I kid you not. I'm writing 'bout everyone in Seidou.

Coach Kataoka & Ochiai

Let's start with Boss. I'd like to reiterate that he always had high hopes for Eijun.

Daiya, Act I ep 5

He placed Eijun in the first string even when the boy was still shit with his form, his control, and zero baseball knowledge. Even Osaka Kiryuu's coach implied that it's actually Eijun who is Kataoka's secret weapon.

I remember him even letting Eijun pitch against Raichi during the batter's next at-bat against Eijun. That was cleary a sign that he was starting to trust Eijun. But clearly Eijun wasn't still good enough back then. Kataoka knew of Eijun's potential, it's just that he didn't expect him to grow soooo fast. Eijun was bound to get there someday, but not this soon. However, seeing Furuya's pitching in Koshien, he too was blinded by it since he was desperate for a real ace with an impact. Of course you'd wanna parade your pitcher like that. This is where Ochiai enters the picture. (If you've ever felt personally victimized by Ochiai, please raise your hand! ✋) Kidding. Ochiai was shit during his introduction. It took a long time to warm up to him, but he was an essential addition to the coaching staff. Kataoka, although tough is more of a feeling kind of coach. While Ochiai takes information at face value. Clearly in the Ichidai game, Ochiai was the one who was practical even suggesting that Eijun's pitching is more effective (even though he likes Furuya as a pitcher more). Kataoka was blind, and it was glaring. Why? You see the other teams were watching. And every single coach of the teams Seidou played against with is wary of Sawamura- even Inashiro's Coach Kunitomo. Eijun is the kid who rallied Seidou to one out away into reaching Summer Koshien- during his first freaking year.

This is why I really like it when Ochiai said Kataoka is human afterall. I guess Kataoka also has some growing up to do.

I'd like to add that these two coaches were blinded by the Koshien performance that they didn't even notice that Furuya's form was crumbling. Quoting these reddit posts, the coaching staff was purely after results. If it's not broken, don't try to fix it. We all gotta say thank you to baseball jesus, Chris-senpai, for we won't be having this problem with Eijun.

Furuya

Contrary to people saying Furuya became selfish, I feel like he actually knew what his role is and the expectations from him. He never once lost the goal to win Nationals. It's just that, he didn't know how to actually do it. He was chasing his best performance. He didn't want to be Japan's #1 pitcher for the title you know. He wanted to be the top pitcher to bring his team to the top.

Let's accept it. Despite being a monster rookie, he shouldered the ace number prematurely. Of course the weight of it would one day catch up to him. This is why the phrase 'There are no shortcuts.' keeps being reiterated in the story. I felt bad for Furuya so much. This phase of his baseball life is pretty parallel to Eijun's yips arc.

Eijun

How do I even start with our ball of sunshine? He really puts relief in 'relief pitching'. Such a refreshing player. Woah, like Sanada Shunpei. Yes we know that an ace carries the whole team, we know that an ace saves the team during a pinch, and an ace uplifts the overall mood. Already sounds like Eijun right? We know the role of an ace and how an ace should perform towards the team. What the Ichidai San match highlighted is how a team, in response, acts towards the ace. Trust. It really slapped me in the face the same way it frustrated Eijun. The extreme difference in trust given to an ace versus a relief pitcher.

This was the turning point for Eijun. Probably why I love rewatching it despite the angst. (For a more painful experience, try rewatching the episode before the Ichidai San match 🤭🔪🦝) Anyway, during that scene where Kataoka was dumbstruck with Eijun's top tier pitching I kept remembering that one quote from HQ by the U19 coach--

"We don't look for them, but that doesn't matter. They come to us with solid, undeniable strength and they make us choose them."

Literally screams SAWAMURA EIJUN!!!

Miyuki Kazuya

Where should I stab him? (Ya'll stop taking me seriously when I say stab okay?) I've been saying this all the time but our personality is the same. It's nasty. I love him and hate him at the same time okay?

Anyway, I hope we're all aware and agree that Miyuki also saw Eijun's potential from day 1. Sakuhin shit right there. Miyuki likes interesting people or happenings. This guy played catch with noob Eijun during his day-off! Offered, in fact. (Act 1, ep 5 during that intra squad game of 2nd/3rd yrs vs 1st yrs).

May I also add! Chris didn't like Eijun in the beginning. It was Miyuki who ended up covincing Chris to look at Eijun clearly and say "to a catcher, he's the most interesting kind of pitcher". However, this boy has his first string duties so it was understandable that he focused on Furuya for a while. But what's unacceptable is, during Ichidai's game, he was guilty of prioritizing Furuya over the game. This is 99% on Kataoka but 1% on Miyuki. Bitch you were losing and you couldn't even send distress signals to the coach. He trusted Furuya because of the Koshien performance and the ace number when a whole ass Sawamura Eijun exists. That's why he was quite guilty when Eijun dropped the 'trust' word on him during the switch.

And while I like that Eijun's performance during the Ichidai San match was eye opening to the catcher, I still haven't forgiven Miyuki for the day before the game when he 'ditched' or put Ei on the back burner. No, no. I'm not simply being a bitch about it because we know Miyuki's POV at that point. He needed to figure out what's wrong with Furuya and a match was looming. He didn't throw Eijun away, he just put him off a few hours. What I'm angry about is the way he put it to Eijun.

We all know Eijun is dying for some Miyuki acknowledgement. I'm pretty sure Miyuki is so unaware of this fact. Which brings me to the point. Miyuki is unaware of how his words come across to Eijun. How it impacts the little pitcher. That a simple jab to Eijun like "ace-sama wants to pitch" is a big sore spot. We see this later at night when Eijun keeps repeating, "Since I'm already put at the back burner!". Miyuki was being sarcastic about the ace-sama thing. But you see, Eijun is a big idiot. He takes everything at face value. Miyuki even brushes it off as they practice catch, "You're still angry about that?" he jokes.

And whooosh, everything's okay! Or is it?

You may say I'm being dramatic about it. But no. Here's why. During the Ichidai match, Eijun flashes back to two things. One, while on the bullpen frustrated that Furuya's messing up, he recalls the day before when Miyuki chose to catch for Furuya even though he promised to Eijun. (The other one, at his at-bat, he remembers when Kataoka didn't let him pitch the last inning.) So what seems to be a simple nasty joke to Miyuki is a sore spot to Eijun. I have observed this time and time again, but Eijun is quick to under value himself, and these jokes Miyuki pulls aren't helping. Recall that crippled Sawamura self deprecating joke he did, and him saying he was put in the back burner.

(Well anyway, Miyuki was praising Eijun in his mind the night before so I'm appeased. This is one of those TJ inconsistencies I hate, but okay, that's another post. ☹️)

Everything got better after the Ichidai game. Because as Eijun made Kataoka look at him properly. He also did the same to Miyuki. Eijun's performance just screamed, "I'm here. I'm ready!" It lit a fire to everyone in Seidou.

Fielders/Batters

I want to end my long ass post with a good one. I wanna highlight the team's performance during the Ichidai game.

While Furuya was pitching, I could go as far as say the fielder's were baby-ing him. They were so soft and encouraging because they knew Furuya when he is at his best and that it was off day during that time. The fielders were playing primarily to relieve Furuya's pressure.

In contrast, when Eijun was playing on the mound do you guys know how the batters felt? Kanemaru? Kuramochi? Utter frustration and hopelessness. And I was giddy as fuck when that happened. Because Eijun was performing his best, but they couldn't get any runs in response to his amazing pitching. It mothafuckin felt so good watching them feel powerless.

Don't you love this whole match? Obviously I do haha! If you guys ended up reading everything, then thank you! I really wrote this for myself because I was overwhelmed while rewatching it. 😅

#I PRINTED THE DRAFT OF THIS ON PAPER #THE THINGS I DO FOR DAIYA #I LOVE MY SUNSHINE BOI EIJUN SO MUCH #MIYUKI LOOKED SO TURNED ON DURING EIJUN'S FIRST PITCH DURING THE ICHIDAI GAME. DON'T LIE.#daiya no ace #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #furuya satoru #kataoka #coach ochiai

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So, I've figured out how you'd obtain Moogle of Glory in the MMO. After clearing Beast's Castle, you'd get a cutscene of Donald and Goofy crashing in Daybreak Town. After seeing this cutscene, if you enter then exit the Moogle Shop Menu. Doing that will trigger the cutscene where the Moogle's Keyblade scheme falls through, and the Keychain attaches itself to your Keyblade. Then you can complete the Moogle 'o Glory quest chain.

PLEASE ANYTHING IS FUCKING BETTER THAN THE MOG QUESTS.

I want to max out Moogle of Glory so bad. I literally need a Power Magic medal after pulling every Foreteller but Gula (and guilting Aced and Invi) but the MoG questline is so bad...and only easy to do in 0 AP. I hate it.

You'd actually obtain the Power Bangle after receiving the "Where's Chirithy?" Quest, upon entering the Fountain Square. You'd then get a Guilting tutorial. You'd get a hint that the Chirithy you were talking to isn't your Chirithy when you speak with your own Chirithy after completing the Guilting Tutorial and they have NO idea where you got the Power Bangle (with some foreshadowing since they have a minor, subtle freakout upon seeing that you have it). So yeah, there's that.

Tbh that foreshadowing should’ve been in the actual KHUx now I’m salt.

The Moogle Shop Menu would have buttons for each shop menu, one for Medals, one for Items, one for Furniture, and one for Spirit parts. There'd also be be a button for selling Medals, and a button for selling Keyblade Materials. The Spirit portion of the shop would have two banners that are always there where you can buy Rainbow parts for the Pupstar and Kitstar, plus the limited time banner for other Spirit Parts.

So, the Spirit would be unlocked through simple means, progress past a certain point in the story (not sure where yet, other than it being before Beast's Castle), then head to Daybreak Town. Cue obtaining the new Pet feature. As for the room? You'd unlock it in a Story Quest, after completing the first three Disney World arcs and returning to Daybreak Town, you would get the key to your room. Why a key when you have a Keyblade? To discourage you from abusing the Keyblade's unlocking powers!

Combining these two into both parts because they’re both pet things. I love the idea of a shop where I could buy the pet parts individually. Perhaps do the banners in the same manner as limited edition shop items, with the rainbow items being available for Munny (because let’s face it when you’re at the point I am in the game where you have quite a few million of it, Munny is useless) and having things worth spending Munny on besides evolving medals to guilt them would be nice.

Also the Daybreak Town thing is adorable and hilarious with the key, and if you ask me you actually should hold off on giving the pet until beating the Keyblade War. I think in the MMO since it’d probably go through KHX and KHUx that it would make most sense to not give the pet until the Union Leaders create it in the Unchained Realm.

So uh, I was thinking of an idea for a SUPER RARE Guilt Medal that's used to roll/reroll traits. While Fusing two of the same Medal would still be the best way to go, these SUPER RARE Medals would be an alternative for Medals you don't have duplicates of. It would cost more Guilt and maybe some Munny to use, however. Additionally, I don't know if it should be Phantom Aqua, DiZ, Robed Ansem, Sora's Heartless, or some other villain from the series. Do you have any ideas?

Hooded Ansem. It should be a character not represented yet but still significantly important and powerful within the series.

So, okay, when the Foreteller Deals arrive, everyone would receive a free Medal corresponding to their Foreteller. Each banner would have the "guaranteed in 5 draws", plus the chance of pulling one of the other 4 Foretellers (and Luxu, whom wouldn't have a banner). Luxu would be another Speed Medal. Sharing any of these Medals would change the music in the Player's room to "Dearly Beloved (Back Cover vers.). Players would be able to borrow Friend Medals for single-player portals.

Nonny you’re speaking my language I wasted over 40k jewels for Ava and granted, I got her, that’s 42k jewels I could still have an be well on my way to saving sixty for that Roxas out right now or the Xion dropping in a few weeks.

Okay, so I'm kinda torn on how I want the "Proud Mode" Keychains to be obtained. One way I was considering was having them be available in the "Item" portion of the Moogle Shop, where you can pull a random Keychain from the pool of the "Keychain" Banner. The other way was having Avatar Boards you unlock as you level up where you unlock them with Avatar Coins. I'm kinda torn between the two of them for obvious reasons

So, I think I figured out how I'd like the whole "Proud Mode" Keyblade thing to work. Basically, what if every Story Battle had a "Proud Mode" or something along those lines? I mean, that's pretty close to how canon does it, but seeing as how I've never beaten the first Shadow of the Proud Mode quests... But yeah, what if the first time you clear choice Story Battles in Hard Mode, you got one of the "Hard Mode" Keyblades?

I mean that’s basically how canon does it, but I think having them pull from a banner might be slightly better than just being avatar coins, so long as one Keyblade is guaranteed, but I think it should be available with Event Coins. We have so many event coins left at the end of every event (mine are in the thousands typically) it’d be nice to have something I can throw all those extra event coins at so they’re not wasted.

I also had an idea for the Organization XIII Medals inspired by the AWFUL "Organization XIII Revival" 1 day event. Basically, on the first day of every month, you'd be able to obtain Xemnas from Event Quests. On the second day, Xigbar, and so on and so forth until the fourteenth where you can get Xion. Shorter timeframe? Yes, but it's much less stressful than "Only thirteen days starting from the thirteenth with only ONE CHANCE ever!" Plus, Roxas and Xion medals from the monthly event!

I’d like that if only so I could guilt Xemnas and Xigbar since I failed to do it both times, but I feel like the event will come around again. This is a rerelease of them from the first time after all. Xion medals from any event are also very good to me. XD (Course I more want Xion’s hair but still)

Getting long so throwing the rest under read more for this group.

So, Anniversary Art #6 would depict Nightmare Chirithy in its boss form front and center with Maleficent and Pete at its right and left respectively and two robed figures standing behind them. Anniversary Art #7 would depict Phantom Chirithy in the Background with Maleficent and Pete standing in front of it, and three masked figures (whom players would later learn to be the brainwashed Union Leaders) standing before them. Both would be Reverse Medals.

NIGHTMARE CHIRITHY ART YES.

So yeah, in Unchained X (three whole years after players witnessed their plush companion freak out over the Power Bangle), we'd get a cutscene explaining why the NEW Union Leaders would allow the Power Bangles since they'd probably have learned what Guilt really is. The idea? Use the Medals to imprison darkness with the Guilting Process, and the Nova Attacks are a sort of exhaust to purge dark energy. Now if only they didn't task the TRAITOR with collecting and containing the purged darkness.

So yeah, the plan with that cycle was to keep the darkness from being able to take tangible form so that the Union Leaders could use the Lux the Dandelions collect to turn their dreams into new worlds, void of darkness. Seeing as the series happened, you can guess how well that turned out. But yeah, Lauriam collects all the Darkness and uses it to create Nightmare versions of the Spirits. Speaking of the Pets, as cool as the bottle animation is, spending Jewels for random parts is just, no.

Putting this under gameplay since guilting is a mechanic, but it does make a surprising amount of sense and explain a lot of the reason why the Union Leaders would actually think it’s okay to allow the Power Bangles and guilt in the Unchained Realm.

As somebody who wasted 3000 jewels just to get a full piggy set because she loves pigs and skipped the bunnies because she needed jewels, fuck yes. Do not charge me for my pigs, I don’t care if it’s cosmetic offer at least basics without premium currency and different unique colors for the jewels.

So, I'd probably make it so that you'd use Munny for more than just Fusing Medals. I'd have it so you have to spend Jewels to purchase Items, Medals, and SOME Avatar Boards, sure, but I'd have it so you spend MUNNY on Decorations (furniture), and MAYBE spend both Guilt and Munny on the random Spirit Parts because Spirits are Dream Eaters and those are made of Darkness (the Union Leaders think that they're turning Darkness into Light when they make Spirits. They're not) so continuity nod there.

YOU’RE LITERALLY TELLING ME THINGS SQUARE SHOULD’VE DONE YOU’RE MAKING THE DREAM KHUX HERE WITH MYNNY FOR DREAM EATERS. (How would you sell Guilt given how the mechanics work?)

So, looks like the "Rainbow" parts were exclusive to the Bunstar instead of being a third color type like I thought. So, no "rainbow" Pupstars and Kitstars in the MMO AU. But I probably would still have a permanent banner of some type in there, be it Chocostars or Frogstars or something. Maybe both? Anyway, the purpose of the Spirit is to eat Nightmares that might emerge from the Guilted Medals, with the ones that raise your Spirit's Rank the most being what Brain deems high-risk.

I think they might exist in JPUx, but who cares, do them anyways, they’d be cute. Also frog dream eaters would gladly have me throwing money at jewel boxes.

So yeah, I was thinking maybe Guilt Prizes would look like the Guilt Symbol, you know what I'm talking about, with each "level" of the symbol corresponding to one point of Guilt. like, Prizes that look like the level 1 symbol would reward 1 Guilt, the level 2 symbol 2 Guilt. The counter would use the Level 7 Guilt Symbol, however. Additionally, Guilt prizes would be inside the bottle in the "Blind Box" Spirit Part purchase animation, until the 3 lights fly in and turn them into a smoke cloud.

Honestly anything that could help with guilt would make anybody more likely to buy those pets blind boxes. XD Only reason I will spend more money on pets is dragon. I got reindeer and fox, that’s good enough.

So, in the MMO AU, the more powerful the attack, the more gauges it will cost. There wouldn't be any 0 SP Medals. As such, Kairi EX's REALLY broken Special Attack would be USELESS in a single player situation, since it would cost 15 SP Guage and only return 5. In Multiplayer, or when using Namine or the Special Attack Guage 2 Skill, on the other hand.

Actually, Illustrated Kairi EX would Coat 10 Guages, restoring 5. Regular Illustrated Kairi would cost 15 Guages and restore 10. They would still have the Canon affects, save for the damage since they would be Team Targeting Medals. Figured that would be more balanced.

Listen I like being broken but anything would be more balanced than what’s currently in the meta with Kairi EX. I actually literally only have my iKairi2 on Treasure Trove just because I don’t have anything better to put there. Actually that’s every Keyblade but Lady Luck now. XD

#MMO Anon #Anonymous #Heather Answers

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