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leaning over-! if you're down for them, 19 (most interesting topic researched), 27 (favourite part of the writing process) and 29 (how is titling things for you)?

Sorry for the late response I’ve been recovering after work 🛌

19*Most interesting topic researched

I’ve only been writing fanfic for a very short time so things are bound to get weirder, but I did have the moment of going “I’m gonna write romance/sex… ok now to look up neurological disorders” (only for AC6 fic… I need to know what parts of the brain may have been affected by coral burn-in and whats intact).

In general (but still big robot related because I’m doing a personal writing thing with my partner), Trevor Paglen’s work in general (especially his book I Could Tell You But Then You Would Have To Be Destroyed By Me about military iconography and patches from CIA and similar secret projects).

Also I don’t have Denny’s in my country so I was looking up Denny’s menus and… New Zealand Denny’s is very… special… (as in unappealing food photos of spring rolls? And prawns?)

27*Favourite part of the writing process

The fugue state where I blink and hundreds of words appear in the doc is pretty good, but the rare moments where I’m trying to stitch it together afterwards and then make a connection that works really well makes me feel like a smug genius :^)

29*How is titling things for you?

It was really hard at first until my friend was like “usually people just use song titles” and that’s what I’ve done ever since- notable ones from Parklife (named after the Blur song) are Stain (after Stain (A perfect day) from the AC:Verdict Day OST) and the next chapter is going to be called Call Me Again (after Shining - Call Me Again - from the AC 20th Anniversary special disc).

But I am breaking that trend for the thing I’m cooking now because that’s named after one of Sigmund Freud’s theories- I wanted to call it The Pleasure Principle after the Freudian concept that people instinctively seek pleasure and avoid pain… always a good omen for things to come…

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Rubicon III

As viewed from above the closure station.

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❤️❤️❤️Ayre❤️❤️❤️

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portrait hanging

me trying to work out heights as well...im a sucker for capes, sorr

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Guys I think I got the wrong AC

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some more recent daily rustys

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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

#I'm in the lab mixing chemicals for another fic smh

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[AC6] G5/621: you really rattle my bones y'know?

Thank you to that, that post about natural history museums and necromancers \o/

AU where there's magic in the air and a natural history museum! There's also a doodle somewhere down in there thumbs up. As always, largely kinda messy, apologies for any funkiness!

CW: graphic(?) descriptions of dead animals

How it starts is this: The guys at the local wildlife club or something want to have a look at the specimens in the collection and they want to bring in a necromancer to reanimate some of that shit for nerd things. Temporarily, sure, it’s not like reanimation last anyway, but someone needs to keep an eye on the lot and make sure they don’t make off with any of the specimens - and someone was apparently Iguazu. 

It's fair - Iguazu’s got a good sense for this. Gives him a headache sometimes, but he knows when someone’s trying to pull some funky shit of any kind, and he knows that’s why he’s still hired at this goddamn museum.

Doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Anyway, it’s The Day, and he’s already running late when he’s passing the insect exhibits and gets - gets this hammer to his fucking head. Metaphorical, sure, but he immediately changes directions to the insect room, where he can hear some people muttering about the a strange wind. 

He can feel why.

From every iridescent wing is a tremble, each tiny fucking leg he can’t even see, a twitch, and all rattles in his brain like fucking box of beans. It echoes in a way it usually doesn’t, and it takes a good scan to properly identify the still figure at the centre of the entire mess.

Staggering over, he grabbed them by the shoulder. What the hell, was there even a shoulder under all this fabric? When they don’t react, Iguazu shakes them roughly, enough that they’re forced into a stumble. It breaks their focus, and Iguazu is left with the sound of his own heavy breathing, head still throbbing.

A hand reached for his other arm, and he took an instinctive step back. Right. Iguazu looked at them, squinting through the pain. The stranger was looking for them, but their gaze was hazy, and looked around his face instead of on it.

When they finally do find it, Iguazu gets a good look at their mismatched eyes and aw shit, there’s a jitter there isn’t there? He’ll put a bet on uneven breathing and the shivers as well, but this guy’s wearing too much for him to be able to tell properly. 

Whatever. Not his freak, not his problem - well. Except.

“You’re coming with me. You’re lucky nothing looks broken.” he says to the stranger, before steering them away with a hand on their back.

Iguazu radios Volta to double-check the displays for damage on their way deeper into the museum, steering him along darker corridors with more infographics than specimens. He can connect the dots; only so many reanimators, only so many weird guests coming in today. The door’s open when they get there, and he pushes the guilty into the room first before going in himself. 

Nile’s there, along with two others - the wildlife people, probably. Nile’s attention is onto him immediately, and the guy who’s talking to him - red-haired and tired - follows soon after. The one puttering around taking a look at the specimens straightens up at the sudden quiet. The look of relief on their face is palpable, when they see who’s with Iguazu.

“Buddy!” they said, “Did you get lost?”

“Found this one having a bit of fun with the butterflies,” Iguazu announced, before anyone else could get another word in. “They yours?” 

“Yes…did it happen again?” Old Ginger asked, and the accused just stood there. Iguazu nudged them.

“It…” they said, haltingly. “It just. Reacted...”

“The entire room reacted.” Iguazu tacked on, and the freak tenses up. It’s a testament to how much it throws Nile off guard when he isn’t told off for talking over someone. 

“Maybe I should’ve…” Buddy Guy said, before trailing off. Iguazu chanced a look at the freak. If they'd been dazed before, the look in their eyes was now flinty cold, mouth pressed in an unhappy line. 

Yeesh. Its silent, so much so you could hear a pin drop - if it could make it through the tense atmosphere. 

Right, well - 

“My head hurts like shit, can I go?” Iguazu asked Nile. It wasn’t so bad anymore, but whatever fuckery this guy was capable of - he doesn’t need a literally painful reminder of his wasted talents thanks.

“Take the day.” Nile waved him off.

Oh shit, score?

-

(He hears about it from Red the next day; no, the displays really didn’t get fucked up, but Nile laid into Michigan about letting a loose cannon into the museum. Apparently that necromancer was some guy called Raven, and he’d been top of that very small field before some shit went down and his magic went wild.

(Can’t relate, Iguazu had said. Imagine having control that shitty. Volta pointed out that he didn’t have much control over his life til the last six months. Iguazu makes the executive decision to ignore that to scoff again.) 

–

And he’s just enjoying his day off when he feels that same, irritating, thrum in the air. He tries to ignore it but he’s just at the pub, cradling a shitty pint by himself. He tries to distract himself with the horses on the screens, but it only gets stronger as time passes. 

Hells this is annoying. Slamming the empty class down, he grumbles his way out of the pub. Taking a moment to orient himself, Iguazu rounds the corner into the alleyway where they're crouched down, the bottom of their coat splayed over the grimy ground. 

“That ringing in my ears…fucking should’ve known it was you, shitty necro.”

Raven clearly heard him this time because they look behind, and then up. Iguazu gets as close to seeing that there’s a smear of something four-legged there before grabbing Raven by the scruff and dragging him up. There’s a sound of protest, but he allows it. Hand resting on his back again, Iguazu shepherded him out of the alleyway, making sure that they’re back on the street before letting him go with a warning to not fuck with things again.

–

The next time is something equally uneventful; the guy's found the crushed carcass of a pigeon this time. Iguazu can see a wing flutter with futility, the rest of it nothing but feathers on fleshy paste.

The shitty necromancer doesn't even seem to be doing anything but stare at it in his huddled crouch. 

Iguazu strode over and hauled them up like a misbehaving cat - there's very little resistance. When Raven looks up and behind again, he’s as deadpan as ever.

“You’re a real piece of work.” he informed them, slinging an arm around their shoulder and leading them away.

–

The next as well; it’s the bloody fishmongers this time, and he doesn’t even wait for the atmosphere to get funny before dragging the guy out of the shop. If it means the rest of his grocery trip is spent with someone silently judging his choice of vegetables, then so be it.

It becomes a bit of a routine. Iguazu feels the necromantic tinnitus coming in, and he goes to put a stop to it. His irritation is as sharp as ever, but there’s something else now and his hand moves from shoulder to waist. If Raven leans into him a little, it's because he's accepted his fate. If it so happens that the shivers stop faster, the breathing evening out - well, that's just a necromantic menace stopped before they could make a mess and be a pain for everyone involved. 

–

“Fucking hell, you’re just a stray dog aren’t you?” Iguazu grumbles as he grabs Raven by the shoulders and steers the other man away from the exhibit of dead coral. “Chewing on every bone you find.”

Raven, as usual, doesn’t say anything beyond sighing, allowing himself to be led away. Iguazu was meant to help chaperone Volta’s siblings while they were at the aquarium, but he figures that stopping this menace from wrecking any more displays was just as important.

When they meet up with Volta, his arm has snaked around Raven's waist again. Volta makes no comment at the time, but later, Iguazu overhears him talking to the two tykes. 

“What’s Iguazu doing? He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Don’t copy him.” Volta said. 

Tch. Ungrateful.

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(And, much later:

(“Why’d he get pissy when I called the kid his ball ‘n’ chain?” Michigan complained to Nile. “Like he isn't attached to Walter’s pup like glue whenever he’s ‘round.”

(“Really, I’d be more surprised if he was aware of it.” Nile replied, dry as a desert.)

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outfit swapping...

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circles

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some where i played around with new brush settings too

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V.IV Rusty's one of the weirdest takes on a Vergil rival character ever. What if the unbeatable lone wolf warrior who prides himself on his unparalleled skill meets his perfect match in the form of our underdog protagonist and reacts by going "that's so cool. These other assholes are all fake you're the only bitch in this house I respect. Wanna hang out and grab a beer some time buddy? Pal? Amigo? Broski?" And when circumstances conspire to make you enemies he can't stop admiring you even as you try to kill each other. When he loses he's proud for you and happy to have something new to strive for. Like dude, stop being such a dude you're making it really hard to want to kick your ass.

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au