#I'll be doing an illustration for each chapter hopefully

[captainsharkspeare]

if you like magical YA novels but want more gay I recommend checking out this story in progress (you can read the first few chapters for free):

in other news designing and drawing elaborate wrought iron gates sure is a challenge and a half like damn

#cherry scribbles #queer fiction #novel illustration #I don't usually draw backgrounds and certainly not *shudders* architecture #but this was genuinely a lot of fun and I love the result #I'll be doing an illustration for each chapter hopefully #images described in alt text

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Ok so the basic premise of my Prime Bros universe that I've creatively dubbed "The same but different" so far goes like;

Nine is eventually left alone in the Grim, some angst happens and he spends a few days alone in there until he says fuck it and braves the Void to get into Green Hills since he has only to gain and nothing to loose hoping that Sonic would somehow be accepting of him there. If not then he'll just figure something else out.

Sliiightly retconning the ending by saying the energy shockwave was caused by Nine breaching the shatterverse gate, but Sonic and the gang don't know that as of yet and go investigate any possible threat that could've emerged again.

They find Nine in the cave and que in the last 5 seconds of the Nimona movie with Sonic as Balister.

Since Sonic hasn't had the opportunity to share his adventure stories with his friends yet, they're confused asf as to who that fox is and why is Sonic so excited to see him.

Explanations, settling in and all that jazz happens. Tails is super stoked about the whole contained multiverse concept that Nine apparently knows so much abt and wants to figure out a portal. Nine is reluctant at first cuz he literally just got out of there and barely survived giant purple rocks floating about the void with zero natural resistance to slow them down. And another thing is that they're severely lacking in paradox energy.

Despite all that, Tails somehow manages to convince him on a mission to rob Shadow's house and quite easily find the paradox prism hidden in a box labeled "Do not touch. That means you, Sonic" (Yes I was serious about that poll)

Somewhere around that scene is when Shadow actually gets a punch in on Nine while Tails manages to grab just enough energy from the prism to manage experimenting with it, and eventually with a little assistance from Nine, succeed at making a portal.

—

And I thinks that's about all for now that makes sense and I can put to words. This is like, the first 3 maybe 4 chapters? I just uhhhh gotta iron out the details!! And there's no real ending in mind cuz I'm only being silly with an idea. (Please brain don't make me switch fandoms as soon as the first chapter is out istg you've done that one too many times-)

#sonic prime #prime bros #I'm trying to write the actual thing but!!! It's kicking my ass!!! Writing hard asf how do you guys do it #I'm imagining each chapter might get a little illustration to go along with it but idk how long I'll be able to keep it up #One is almost done and the other is yet to become a sketch but I'll get there #hopefully #lord give me strength #miles nine prower #nine the fox #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #the same but different

[aveyna]

Are you planning on continuing Knife Through The Heart into a longer series and if so do you have a specific updating schedule or no? No pressure btw :)

Hiya Anon~!!

'Knife Through the Heart' is definitely going to be a bit long, though I'd imagine it would be around 15 chapters, max. The ending's been planned out, but I don't know how often I'll be able to update. In-between work, writing/illustrating novels + a graphic novel, time's a bit limited.

Ideally, I'd like to release one chapter per week. So far, each chapter took around two hours to write, so the turnaround time shouldn't hopefully be too long.

Here's a small excerpt from the third chapter! Niffty's always so much fun to write!

#Hazbin Hotel #Staticradio #Radiostatic #Hazbin Hotel Alastor #Hazbin Hotel Vox #Hazbin Hotel Niffty #Fanfic #Anon #Answer #Knife Through the Heart

[femmefatalevibe]

(writer anon!) I really like to write fiction, but I'm also interested in writing nonfiction to broaden my skills, if this helps.

Hi love! I'm not a professional fiction writer/author, but my first mentor was one (high school English teacher), so I'll share some of the fiction writing tips I still remember (hopefully correctly lol) that I didn't mention in my original, general writing post:

Tips For Writing Fiction:

Study your subject and the primary motivations, desires, insecurities, and fatal flaws that would plague the characters within the chosen setting/plot. Consider your narrative's culture and structure its "norms." How do your characters navigate these settings – conform, rebel, lead, follow? Structure your plot points around dilemmas, successes, and tensions that the reader would expect to occur within the plot you've set up.

Develop characters that you illustrate how they are a "product of their environment." Allow readers to get inside the characters' minds. Ideally, each character struggles with their own "moral dilemma" that they contemplate or attempt to work through over the course of the story. Build tension through plot points that provide contrast between characters with different "moral" scripts to undercover something deeper about each character and the fabric of their "society."

Embrace the "ugliness" inside of each character's mind – the deep or unprovoked thoughts that others relate to, but outside of a literary context, wouldn't dare to say out loud. Use show, not tell to display their flaws, triumphs, and other natural ebbs/flows that come with existing.

Have a plan for writing, but let the work finish itself, depending on how the characters develop themselves

Use descriptions, not observations to set the stage. Evoke and show provoked emotions, not describe the characters' feelings directly

Tips For Non-Fiction Writing:

Dive deep into a subject of interest, and consider its history, trends, and innovations. What conclusions or new perspectives can you articulate from this information?

Develop a multi-layered "thesis" to organize your ideas and clarify your POV. How do these interpretations help us come to unique and a deeper understanding of previous studies, research, anecdotes, and developments within this field of interest?

Begin your story on an unexpected or controversial note. Consider using a personal story or historical "fun fact" to draw the reader into the piece. Introducing your story with a personal story, question, or seemingly deviant question can easily hook your audience.

Give them a chance to ponder your new insights or thought-provoking ideas while reading your story. Use personal stories and research study findings to give authority to your story. Extract the main takeaways from these anecdotes, and use them to offer questions about the situations, dilemmas, or overall subject matter to your audience.

Be clear about your structure and how you organize your points. Ensure there's a logical flow between paragraphs, grafs, and sections (or chapters).

Don't forget to evoke emotion through your language and word choice. Allow your humanity to come through, use clever, relevant, humor. Make the audience feel like they're entering an educational fantasy land where the "storylines" envelop your mind as much as they do the page.

Hope this helps! x

#writing advice #writing #fiction writing #nonfiction #character development #essay writing #storytelling #femme fatale #dark femininity #dark feminine energy #writeblr #creative writing #tips and tricks #personal growth #language skills #life lessons #career advice #career tips #femmefatalevibe

[bloodgulchblog]

Finished Rubicon by J.S. Dewes.

Plot: Protagonist Adriene Valero has died 96 times in a war with hivemind space robots, and each time the chip in her brain has rezoned her into a new husk: a cloned copy of her body that lets her continue carrying on as a soldier. And each time, the trauma and numbness and apathy get worse.

After her latest disastrous mission, she is reassigned to a new posting where she isn't cannon fodder. Instead, she's now working with some of the fleet's best on a critical campaign to combat the Mechan threat, and has been given top-of-the-line equipment she'd never dreamed of.

It's also a chance to recover and start to feel like a human being again, and to remember how to make friends.

...Including the developing fully sapient AI in her new implant and the secret, unsanctioned opportunity it represents. Valero can make a difference in this war, but more importantly she might also be able to get what she wants more than anything else:

The deactivation of her rezone chip.

Opinion: Hell yeah, I had a great time (with like one major caveat.) You guys know me, I'm a character-focused person and I loooooove thoroughly-explored suffering.

Things to know that might matter to various friends and acquaintances and various opinions:

While Valero's insane reboot-after-death circumstances make her preoccupation with her own mortality into a fantasy problem I could handle cause it wasn't 2real, be aware that Valero spends a lot of time thinking about the ability to die for good and how bad she wants it back. It's one of the pieces of her humanity she feels has been taken from her.

Valero's trauma is excellent.

Nobody's gay and it doesn't do anything with gender. (I can generally tolerate that because I'm used to reading 50 year old cishet whiteguy SF anyway and let's be real this is a Halo blog, but I'm not everyone.)

This is not A Romance. There's a subplot and it's important because it illustrates the protagonist's recovering ability to feel emotions/give a shit, but this isn't romantic sf and doesn't follow genre conventions for romance. (I did appreciate how attraction-and-sexuality-as-evidence-of-recovery worked out as being very specifically about Valero and wasn't universalized as a ~human experience everyone must have or they're broken~ though so thanks for that, Dewes.)

The romantic subplot is not with the AI (but honestly that's a good thing imo because he's like 5 minutes old and doesn't have any other friends).

I wish there was more of the AI, we do get a lot but there's a time skip in the book that makes me feel like there wasn't enough.

Hopefully this isn't saying too much, but the ending is the kind of thing that is going to require a sequel in order to not feel like shit, for me. The last chapter hits like a gutpunch. It's interesting and I think the whole rest of the book is worth it and pretty well done, but god damn.

If you want actual spoilers feel free to ask and I'll dish, but I think it's a cool book so I will leave it vague here.

#not halo #rubicon by j.s. dewes

[nymphacae]

Yes hello I found the train wreck au you have and now I'm salivating cause it looks amazing and sounds amazing and I wanna know more please 👀👀👀 I am very worried for my heart XD

!! hello! this is so sweet, i will forever be happy that people are interested in my stories : ] esp @ this AU in particular! it's definitely been my most favorite one to work with - i've been yelling about it with friends in dms for like, a little under a year now?? it's a big story! lots of backstory and worldbuilding to do! lots of inside jokes to make!

sadly i can't reveal TOO much - not as much as i want to anyway. i mean it took this long for me to even reveal the NAME! but i can offer a little rundown for some newcomers and…oldcomers idfk

this is an AU where rymin are born in modern era: the train crashed in 1986, but the story takes place in 2021

min boarded the train in september 2016 and has been on the train for approx. 5 years - he is 23 by the time the events of the fic start

rymin haven't seen each other since ryan left powell lake, and min presumes ryan went off to pursue their dreams in NYC without him and is probably living it up Rockstar Style and he's very normal about that

ryan is transmasc in this AU, and it'll play a very, Very crucial role in the story + rymin's early dynamic (just comphet things: your parents ship you together and you don't like it!)

min joined the apex, which has disbanded by this time in the story. he didn't Do Crimes though - in fact, his number hasn't changed at all since he woke up in the iceberg car with kez! weird

min traveled to the left of the train

there's a lot of stupid denizens i made just to make min have a mental whiplash every chapter

there's about four (4) different monsters to watch out for. humans not included - kinda

it's a survival/psychological horror (duh) with a focus on codependency, generational/secondhand trauma, perspective, and forgiveness.

(and body horror.)

you could guess some of these from my playlist, but huge inspirations for the story are silent hill 2, layers of fear, observer (2017), jj macfield and the island of memories, the last of us, and on a semi-lighter note cowboy bebop and that one time a league of legends song came up on my playlist and i couldn't figure out if it was a hero or a villain's song

anyway. chapters 1-2 are all finished (just workin on illustrations w buds rn) and 3 is currently on its second draft! i'll release it probably a week after the final paper trails chapter, which will be HOPEFULLY soon! i've just got some Secret Stuff for it…

so uh yea! keep your eyes peeled! fingers crossed it'll be out either by the end of this month of the beginning of february !

#its also a rymin au i promise i swear you'll see. you'll see..... #asks #trainwreck au

[princeofspirits]

Ghost Bound Announcement

Chapter 4 is finally here!!!

I wanted to share some info with everyone regarding the comic and future updates.

While I build a buffer and get back into the swing of things, Ghost Bound will be updating once a week (every Friday). Hopefully in a few months I'll be able to transition back to updating twice weekly! Webtoon & Tapas episodes will be posted there every two weeks.

You may have noticed another change if you've already checked out the update: After much deliberation, I've decided to switch to cleaning up my sketches instead of doing the smooth vector linework that I've used since the start of Ghost Bound. This will streamline the page creation process and make the comic more sustainable in the long run! I've always tried to make the level of finish for each panel similar to a standalone illustration, but I've realized that approaching comics with this mindset leads to burnout. Not only that, but there are times where I look back to my sketches in comparison to the finished line work, and I feel a sense that some of the original motion, fluidity, and intent gets lost with the crisp and clean lines.

I'll miss the smooth lines and I'm sure many of you will too, but I think it's the best decision in the long run for the longevity and stability of the comic! Thank you for understanding and reading & supporting Ghost Bound!

(We're also experimenting with ads on the official Ghost Bound site to help pay for the server costs, so please let me know if you see any inappropriate, intrusive, or scummy ads! I've been trying to flag them but we're still getting things figured out)

[octosan]

Progress Update: Silence to the Eyes

Well! The new year is upon us, and as you have probably noticed, the game is not done. I'm disappointed, but I can also confidently say that it's not all my fault given what a year I've had. Still, one of my New Year's resolutions is to finish this game before 2024, so I wanted to share some of my progress on this point.

Art

I've made a lot of art progress! with the caveat that it's been a lot of progress considering I've had serious wrist pain issues throughout the year. The character portraits are all sketched up, and by now most of them have been fully lined, colored and shaded.

I've also been working on the in-game illustrations, though these are all rough WIPs and I have several more to draw.

I have roughly worked on the misc art needed like interface (I redrew the text box finally dfgkdsfk) but it's not really done. And in terms of backgrounds, I'm not the one making them so I don't really have to worry about it.

Looking at all that, I don't know what percentage of the art I'm done with, but I do thing I've made enough progress that I can reasonably finish before 2024.

Writing

In terms of the main story, I have what I consider a rough draft written up across all chapters of the game, with most of the chapters being roughly complete. The last chapter has some holes in it, but it's also meant to be the shortest chapter. Taking into account filling the gaps and doing revisions, I'd say I'm 1/3 of the way done on it.

In terms of the "side quests" for each chapter, I've got most of them fleshed out in terms of how the details are meant to go, but few of them have actually been written into the game (and of the ones that have, they are not complete.) So I've got a ways to go on those...

Music

I have made next to no progress on the soundtrack for this game. But I'm not super broken up about that, since as I recall that was one of the last things I finished on the last game. There's a few WIPs for important tracks, and I've been compiling a list of the sound effects I'll require in the future--obtaining them is the easiest part.

So yeah, not a lot of progress, but I think that once I get around to this I will be able to get through it relatively fast.

Misc

I learned a couple coding things this year, so that's neat! Mainly how to do character callbacks, but still.

In the future, I'm hoping to learn a more efficient way to code in a working inventory as well. The one I have in the demo is just a series of imagemaps, which I'm not averse to doing if I can't find a better way, but it seems like it could get tedious and complicated very quickly.

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So yesssss. It's been slower than I'd like, but there has been progress. And hopefully in 2023, I'll have more of a handle on things and make a ton more. Fingers crossed!

#octostuff #octo art #people worry

[miafreeman702]

Spreads & Feedback

At the moment the layout and indesign doc for my publication feels all over the place. Because I'm still waiting to talk to my parents (which I'll be able to do this weekend), I feel like I can't make to much solid progress. I've been focusing a lot of testing layouts, exploring inserts digitally and trying to nail down a visual style. This is been quite hard because I feel like a lot of my direction will be informed from what my parents say and the points that they bring up. After this weekend I will hopefully have a much better understanding of the content and narrative and can match my storytelling and visuals to that.

An example of a fold out test, the text will open up to show the image. I want the hands grabbing at me to feel overwhelming and somewhat scary to portray my feelings.

I have an understanding what I want to push for in terms of visual direction, but I know I wont necessarily be able to complete this all for formative. I want to try a lot of analogue collage, which I started exploring digitally, but I don't think I'll have time to do this for formative. This is definitely something I want to use a lot throughout the later chapters to keep a scrapbook feel and also be able to communicate the feelings I had.

This spread talks to my experience of wanting to try and 'run' from my disability and ignore that it was there, by going through and scribbling out my arm or self in each photo. The black paint is brought in to show how some memories become almost tainted because of the realisation that I was 'weird' to everyone else.

I've been testing a lot of fold outs a lot digitally as well and trying to see exactly what these look like so I have lots of iterations that are just the same spread in it's different stages of folding out. This has been helpful but I know i'm going to have to do a lot of work to figure out the signatures and get these ready for print.

I've also been experimenting with characters and bringing drawings of myself in to show how I feel now or how I felt at the time. This element again will be bought in later through the book when the perspective shifts from my parent's to mine. I need to figure out a way to make this transition smoothly so it doesn't feel inconsistent to just have this character appear.

character illustrations

Talking to Phoebe about this was really helpful and she offered advice on including sections on connection. I had been thinking that I wanted to add space for people to write their own experiences and stories and then pass the book onto other family and friends. Phoebe suggested that in the future I should consider creating a social media campaign or platform in which parents and people with upper limb differences can share their experiences, offer comfort and connect with others. It would give a good space for people to talk to each other, relate and feel like they aren't so alone.

She also talked about making some of the visuals more subtle and thinking of other ways to show the emotions and feelings rather than literally drawing them.

#week six

[babymetaldoll]

"The Sean Hotchner effect" (Spencer Reid / Reader)

My gif 😉

Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer is jealous 'cos reader (and the rest of the female team) thinks Hotchner's younger brother is hot.

Warnings: Cursing

Category: Fluff

Word count: 4,5K

A/N: I can' believe I actually wrote a fic! I've been so busy taking care of my grandparents I've just been updating DIWK, 'cos those chapters were long written and edited. Hope you all enjoy this little story, I'll bring you a more next week, hopefully! send you all my love!! be safe babes!

Masterlist

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Working at the BAU, the team was used to seeing the worst of human behavior. Murder scenes, abuse, psychopath, you name it.

That's why seeing the apparition that walked into the bullpen that morning was such a big shock for us, the team's females.

- "What are you doing out of your bunker?"- Elle asked Penelope, who was standing next to my desk. I whipped my head, surprised to see Garcia there, out of the blue, not even looking at us. Instead, her eyes were fixated on someone who wasn't Derek.

- "I was on my way to file the things that I... file?"- Garcia made a pause as Elle and I slowly turned and looked at the guy our tech analyst couldn't stop staring at.

He was gorgeous. Tall, blonde, perfect smile. The kind of guy that could definitely get every girl's attention. We didn't get many of those at the BAU that often, except, of course, for Dr. Spencer Reid. My best friend was hands down the hottest agent in the whole FBI, and I enjoyed having him near. But this guy was completely different.

- "Who is that?"- Elle asked and stood by our side.

- "The Future Mr. Garcia,"- Penelope whispered as the tall young man walked over us and cut us one flirtatious smile. I couldn't help it and returned the smile.

- "Hi"- I smiled and waved- "How can I help you?"

- "Hey. I'm..."

- "Sean!"- Derek Worst time ever Morgan ruined the whole moment as he walked over and took that hot guy away from us. Now at least we knew his name was Sean.

- "You must be looking for your brother."- Morgan said and tapped on his back.

- "Yeah."

- "Right this way"- and that's how that apparition was gone from our lives and directed straight to... Aaron Hotchner's office?

- "Brother as in?"- Elle asked and turned to us, confused- "That's Hotch's brother?!"

- "Maybe Hotch is adopted,"- Garcia whispered, not taking her eyes from Sean until he disappeared behind the door.

- "I feel scammed. We didn't get the hot brother"- I sighed and shook my head- "Well, I might have never solved a case with that smile around the bullpen"- Elle and Penelope giggled, but someone coughed behind my back, and immediately, I knew who he was.

- "Who are you guys talking about?"

Spence Walter Reid was standing right behind my back, and the look in his eyes wasn't as sweet and friendly as I was already used to. He was upset. I just didn't know why.

- "No one"- I lied and looked away.

- "Who were you all staring at?"- Reid asked. I quickly returned to my desk (right in front of his), grabbed a few files, and pretended to be working.

- "Aaron's brother"- Elle explained- "Apparently, we got the wrong Hotchner."

- "Sean?"- Spencer frowned and looked at us- "He just got into Georgetown law school. Maybe he came to pick up his brother to celebrate."

- "Who is gonna celebrate?"- JJ walked over, holding a bunch of folders, and looked at us.

- "Hotch and my future husband"- Garcia sighed and kept looking over at Aaron's door.

- "Sean, Hotch's brother is here, and believe me, he looks nothing like his brother."

Elle smiled and moved a chair across from her desk to make sure she had the best seat in the room to see Sean when he walked out. I shook my head as Elle winked at me.

- "Stop pretending you didn't see him, (Y/N). You were the one who talked to him."

I swear, I could feel Spencer's eyes on me, burning my skin. I slowly turned around and looked at him with a small, innocent smile. But all I got in return was a stern look.

- "I just... wanted to... help him"- I tried to excuse myself, but Elle laughed, and Garcia followed.

- "Sure, babe. He looked like he was hopelessly lost in the BAU. He needed your help to find his brother."- I don't know why Elle was acting like that, but she made sure Spencer would be even more upset than he already was.

- "Stop it! I just asked if he needed any help."

- "Oh! and you would have given him a hand with anything he needed, wouldn't you?"- Elle chuckled and winked again.

- "Oh sweet Jesus, I would. All he has to do is ask, and he..."- Penelope got carried away in second, and she only paused her words when Hotch's door slammed open, and we all looked at Sean storming out of the office.

- "That's Hotch's brother?"- JJ asked, surprised. Elle nodded and literally bit her lips as she stared at him, walking over. Penelope barely even blinked, and I made my best not to make eye contact with him. Instead, I looked at Reid. And he locked eyes in mine, but again, his look was cold.

- "I don't see it"- JJ stared at Sean as he clearly argued with Hotch. I stayed still, sitting behind my desk, looking at the files.

- "You know what?! Don't profile me, Aaron!"- Sean yelled, and I could only imagine Penelope's crush growing bigger with each word that came from his mouth.

- "Now I see it!"- JJ followed Sean with her eyes as he rushed out of the BAU.

- "I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you walk away."- Penelope whispered, and we all giggled.

- "Do you think Hotch is hiding that ass?"- Elle asked, and I couldn't hold the laughter.

- "I didn't want to think of that!"

- "Oh please!! (Y/N) stop being such a goodie-goodie!!"- Elle smacked my arm and shook her head- "You stared at his ass. Deal with it. You are single! You don't have to pretend you don't see a hot guy when you see one."

- "I saw him. He was cute. I'm just... not... that... affected...."

- "You don't have to pretend,"- Spencer said suddenly and raised an eyebrow- "Your body language indicates that you are nervous. You are blinking rapidly, our pupils are dilated, and you've been bouncing your knees since you sat down. Obviously, Hotch's brother affected you."

I opened my mouth to answer, but Hotch himself interrupted us and announced we had a case. Spencer just kept his eyes on mine for a few more seconds before walking away quickly to the conference room.

- "Looks like pretty boy is jealous,"- Elle teased and stood up too- "I don't know why if he ain't your boyfriend."

- "I know he ain't my boyfriend, and I'm sure he is not jealous. You are all just acting like school girls around a hot guy."- I tried to argue as I stood up and followed them to the conference room.

- "Oh honey, when you see a guy like that, you just can't help it."- Garcia smiled and sighed- "He was the sugar that got me going for the rest of the day."

- "It's only nine am."- JJ added, and Garcia just sighed.

- "That's how good it was."

The case was in Terra Mesa, New Mexico. A clearly angry Hotch announced wheels up in thirty, and we all headed back to our desk to gather our things.

- "Hey, I brought you back your copy of The Illustrated Man"- I walked to Spencer and handed him over his book- "Maybe after the case, we can get a coffee and talk about it."

- "Maybe not"- he grabbed it from my hands and put it on his satchel.

- "Why not?"

- "I don't feel like it."- Spencer avoided looking at me. He just closed his bag and walked away from me.

- "Hey! What did I do?"- I asked him and followed him, but he didn't even look at me.

- "Spencer, I'm talking to you!"

- "And as you can notice, I don't wanna talk to you."

His answer stopped me in my tracks and left me speechless. Spencer got into the elevator and pushed the button to close the door as fast as possible.

He had never acted like that with me. He had never talked to me like that. Shit! He had never been an asshole with me before. I had seen Reid being a jerk with people when he is mad, but he had never been like that with me. And all that just 'cos me, and the girls were a little unprofessional?

Apparently, Spencer was furious with me because during the whole investigation, he kept avoiding me. Of course, it didn't help that Hotch paired me with Reid and Morgan to talk to a young girl who had been abducted from the crime scene.

- "So, pretty girl, I saw you yesterday. Your eyes were shining when you talked to Sean"- Morgan started teasing me the second we got into the SUV.

- "I don't know what you are talking about."- I whispered and looked outside.

- "Oh please, you, Garcia, JJ, even Elle, the four girls were drooling over Hotchner's younger brother."

- "That's not true"- I denied right away- "We were all surprised. I had no idea Hotch had a brother."

And Spencer just snorted at my words.

- "What?"- I turned around and looked at him. He was sitting at the back seat, alone, arms crossed on his chest, avoiding eye contact.

- "Maybe you should stop talking about Hotch's hot brother and focus on the case."- his voice was cold and distant. I tried to read him, but all I could see was anger.

- "Ok, kid."- Morgan chuckled and shook his head - "No need to get all defensive."

- "I'm not defensive. I'm just saying we have to solve a case. People are dead, and you are still rambling about how hot Hotchner's brother is. We are not a fucking gossip show. Enough with it already."

I widened my eyes as I stared at him, bitter and angry. Not really a good combo. Spencer is one passive-aggressive asshole when he is mad, and you don't want to deal with him under those circumstances. Believe me.

But Derek just laughed and continued driving. He winked at me and pretended Spencer hadn't said anything hurtful or even evil. But, to be honest, Morgan looked composed and even amused. In fact, I'm pretty sure he was actually enjoying that awkward ride.

I wish I could tell you that was all Spencer did that day, but no. He actually exceeded himself in the art of being an asshole.

- "We are looking for a cult leader."- Reid started giving the profile to the police department- "Typically men between the age of 25 and 35"- he made a pause and looked at me.

- "What?"- I whispered, thinking maybe he wanted me to continue talking.

- "Nothing. I thought you were going to start giggling or sighing."- Elle and Morgan looked surprised as Gideon frowned, not getting Reid's comment.

- "Over a sociopath underachiever with an extremely abusive childhood?"- I asked him, as I continued describing the profile- "Why would I?"

- "I don't know."- he shrugged and continued walking around the office -"I thought after yesterday, it was going to be your usual behavior around men that age."

- "Reid"- Hotch's voice was cold and severe. Spencer looked at him and turned around to find an empty seat. Aaron continued giving the profile, and I turned to my best friend, enraged. I wasn't going to tolerate that passive-aggressive attitude.

- "Fuck you."- I mouthed and stared straight into his eyes.

Avoiding and ignoring Reid was a challenging task to achieve. Hotch was nice and wise enough to keep us apart for the rest of the day, but that didn't stop him from staring. And his eyes burned my skin each time we were together in the same room.

I made my best effort and avoided looking at him the whole time. But I felt him staring. And though I was honestly mad at him now, a part of me just wondered what on earth was he so upset about?

I found out the whole truth later that night, back at the hotel. I was already in bed, trying to forget about the case, 'cos it had already been solved, and we were supposed to go back home early the following day.

I was alone, 'cos my roommate Elle was in the hotel bar with JJ and Morgan. I didn't feel like going. I just wanted my pajamas and do nothing.

Fine, that's not what I wanted to do. I wanted to be with Reid, talking about The Illustrated man, or any other book, drinking coffee, making jokes, laughing.

But he was mad at me, and now I was mad at him too, which meant things weren't going to be smooth between us in a long while. We had only fought once before until that day. It happened when we first became friends, and we argued over some random Star Wars fact. He didn't admit he was wrong, and when I showed him I was right, he got all defensive and refused to talk to me for a whole week.

Of course, this time, it was going to be a hundred times worse.

I debated whether I should or shouldn't call Reid and yell at him when I heard someone knocking on my door. Of course, I thought it was Elle, so I dragged my weary body from the bed, arguing I had explicitly told her she had to bring her key when she left the room.

But no. It wasn't Elle. In the hall, looking like shit, I found Doctor Spencer Walter Reid.

It wasn't a good sign the way my heart skipped a beat the second I saw him. It didn't get any better when the two of us just stared at each other in silence for a moment, and I felt my whole body tremble only by his presence. I couldn't control it even if I wanted to. I loved him, and it was getting too hard to hide.

- "What are you doing here?"- I made sure my voice was as upset as possible and even made an extra effort to furrow my brows as I stared into his eyes. His look had softened, and you could tell he was nervous. He scratched his hair and fixed his nerdy glasses before speaking.

- "I needed... I wanted... I want to talk to you."- Spencer finally said and sighed, looking at me.

- "Why would I want to talk to you after you humiliated me in front of the whole police department?"

I spat each word and tried to slam the door on his face, but he stopped me before succeeding.

- "Wait, please, (Y/N)"- he pushed the door open and followed me inside the room.

- "Get out, Reid!"- I argued immediately, but he didn't listen. He actually closed the door behind his back and stood behind me. I refused to look at him, 'cos I knew what would happen if I did: I would forgive him too quickly.

- "(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I know I was an asshole. I didn't mean it. I was completely out of place."

Spencer literally vomited his speech in less than three seconds and stayed wordless and silent afterward. I crossed my arms on my chest and stayed still. I really didn't want to talk to him.

- "I'm sorry"- his voice was now a tiny whisper that somehow got inside my heart, melting the fortress I kept building against him.

- "Why did you do it?"- I asked the most straightforward question, but he didn't answer. Spencer stayed quiet for at least two minutes. So I turned around and faced him. His eyes were red, and he was fighting the tears back.

- "Why did you humiliate me, Spencer?"

- "I didn't mean to."

- "So? I don't care what you meant. You did it anyway. You fucking humiliated me in front of the team and in front of the whole police office, and why? 'Cos you were mad at me for being unprofessional? Excuse me, but I think what you did lacked more professionalism than anything I had ever done."

I knew it was a mistake. I knew I didn't have to look at Spencer while I spoke. But I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to cry either, but I was already too upset and way too tired, so the tears started falling down my cheeks. And his followed quickly.

- "I'm so sorry,"- he repeated and bit his lips, staring at me.

- "Why did you do it, Spencer?"- I asked him again, 'cos I still didn't know why he had hurt me so deeply.

- "I was wrong..."

- "Why did you do it?"

I asked for the third time, and my eyes got lost in his. Spencer was holding his breath and debating himself. I could almost hear his thoughts, 'cos it was clear he was overthinking everything going on inside his head.

But he didn't say anything. Spencer just wiped off a few tears that rolled down his cheeks and shook his head. The silence in the room was overwhelming, and all I managed to do was to sigh, disappointed and broken-hearted, and walk to the door and open it. I only wanted him to leave, but he didn't even move. He just looked at me, clenching his jaw, fighting the tears back.

- "I did it because I am in love with you."

Spencer whispered in the most anticlimactic way possible. I frowned, confused, as he didn't even move. I stared at his gestures, his face blood-red in a weird mix of embarrassment and anger.

- "I love you so much it's driving me insane, (Y/N). I've been trying to tell you how I feel for weeks, but I just..."- he ran his hands through his hair, openly frustrated with his own way to deal with the situation, as I just stayed still, trying to understand what was going on.

- "I know it was stupid, and I wish I could do it differently, but I didn't know what to do. But then I saw you looking at Sean, and I knew you would never look at me the same way, 'cos I know I'm not..."

There was no bigger force in the universe than the one that moved my body unconsciously against Spencer. I grabbed his face with both hands and planted a kiss on his lips to shut him up. I didn't even think about what I was doing. I just did it 'cos I didn't want to listen to his rambling anymore. For once, probably for the very first time ever since we met, I wanted to shut Spencer Reid up. And the best way I could do that was kissing him until my lips felt numb.

I didn't even let him hesitate. He jumped as soon as I touched him, but he didn't reject me at all. Instead, he wide opened his eyes and stared at me as I winked at him, deepening the kiss.

Spencer's hands slowly found their way to my waist and held me closer to him. His lips were soft and warm, moving carefully along with mine, and as he relaxed into the kiss, the better it got.

I had wasted so much time (mostly at work, bored, avoiding paperwork) fantasizing about kissing Spencer. How his lips would feel and taste. If he would make any noise, if he'd be rough or soft... and now there I was, getting all the answers I ever needed.

My heartbeat faster when I opened my eyes and saw him, deep concentrated into the endless kiss. My hands played with his hair, and I felt him hum, pleased with my movements. I couldn't help myself and smiled, not stopping the kiss.

- "What?"- Spencer asked, but his lips didn't move from mine. Neither of us wanted to stop.

- "Nothing,"- I whispered and shook my head softly- "I just like kissing you."

- "I like kissing you too,"- he answered and moved his hands from my waist to my cheeks and held my face. His hands were so big I could feel him covering most of my cheek. He made me feel secure, safe. Loved. All that only from cupping my face.

- "I love you."- Spencer whispered and opened his eyes. I looked at him and sighed, trying to keep myself together, when all I really wanted was to yell and jump and act like a teenager in love.

- "Me too."

That was all I managed to answer, though I knew he deserved better. He deserved to know how much I loved him, how crazy I was over everything he did. Everything he was. But I couldn't tell him that, not at that minute at least. That night I couldn't really speak much because all I wanted to do was to kiss him. I wanted to kiss Spencer Reid until my lips burned.

But he didn't let me fulfill my dream. As soon as he heard me, he stopped the kiss and stayed very, very still.

- "What happened?"- I panicked, I don't know why- "Did I overstep..."

- "You love me?"- he interrupted me, and his eyes filled with tears. Happy tears. His smile was soft and warm as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

- "I do,"- I murmured and blushed. Was it too late to blush? Maybe, but I couldn't help it. Not when he was looking at me like that. Like I was the most beautiful woman on earth. No. Like I was the only woman on earth for him.

- "I'm so sorry..."

But I really didn't want to listen to his apology. I had already forgiven him. All I wanted was to kiss him again. And again.

I crushed my lips against his, and this time, I felt him smiling into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he locked his around my waist. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his body as he relaxed a little more, and his fingers started caressing the small on my back.

- "Come here."

I took a few steps back, and he followed, keeping as close to me as possible. Finally, I dragged him to my bed, and he laid by my side. Our legs were intertwined as we melted on that mattress, just kissing.

I honestly never imagined I would kiss Spencer. Maybe that's why I enjoyed it and tasted him (and the moment) in slow motion. He sighed and smiled as his lips and tongue played with mine. One of his hands held my waist as the other played with my hair.

It was heaven. I didn't imagine anything better than being on that bed kissing Spencer Reid. He whispered he loved me again, and I sighed. For a second, it felt I was in a dream.

- "Ok, mama, get out of that.... WHOO!"- Derek, JJ, and Elle stormed into the door and caught Spencer and I kissing on the bed. I felt like a teenager all over again.

- "What the..."- Elle asked was holding the key in her hands, eyes wide opened, in shock.

- "My man!"- Morgan was about to start clapping when JJ grabbed him and Elle's arm.

- "The guys need some privacy. Come on, let's go. You can sleep in my room, Elle"- JJ smiled and closed the door behind her back, but less than a second later, Derek walked in again.

- "Smile to Garcia!"- Derek waved, holding his phone. Spencer closed his eyes and covered his face, embarrassed as I grabbed a pillow and threw it over him.

- "Get the fuck out of my room!"- I shouted, and JJ had to pull Morgan's sleeve to get him out of there. Once the door was closed (again), we waited a few seconds in case Derek tried to interrupt us one more time. But he didn't. Spencer's cheeks were burning red, and he looked so embarrassed it was too sweet. So I leaned over him and kissed the tip of his nose.

- "Hi,"- I whispered and smiled. Reid chuckled and moved closer to me, reaching my lips.

- "Hi."- I sighed, strangely relieved to feel his lips on mine again. I was like my body had already gotten used to kissing him and wanted to do nothing else from that moment on.

- "Hi,"- I repeated and smiled.

- "Hi,"- Reid said again and wrapped his arms around me, moving me until I was sitting on his lap. Life was perfect.

- "I'm so glad Hotch's brother came to visit. He should come more often,"- I murmured and giggled. Spencer frowned and shook his head.

- "I think we are good."- he answered and narrowed his eyes.

- "If he hadn't come, you wouldn't have gotten so jealous, and we wouldn't be kissing right now."- I added, and rubbed his lips with mines, just to make a point. Spencer smiled and fully kissed me.

- "I will send him a muffin basket to George town, then."

- "That's very thoughtful. I love that about you."

- "I love everything about you,"- Spencer whispered and sighed, staring into my eyes.

- "Does this mean we are dating?"- I had to ask. Spencer wide opened his eyes and didn't move for a few seconds -"I'm just asking 'cos you said you loved m and I love you, and if you love and I love you, I'm pretty sure dating would the logical thing to do. But if you don't want to, I would totally understand. I mean, maybe I am assuming..."- Spencer's lips against mine ended with my senseless rambling, and he chuckled into the kiss.

- "What?"- I asked him but didn't move my lips from his. Already that might have become my favorite way to talk to him.

- "You are adorable when you ramble."

- "Shut up"- and Spencer smiled

- "Would you be my girlfriend?"- he simply asked and rested his forehead against mine as he stared at me. I smiled and sighed, pretending to be considering my options. I didn't have any. I wanted to be his.

- "Yes,"- I whispered and kissed him one more time- "I would love to, just promise me you will never be a passive-aggressive jerk with me."

- "Never"- Spencer kissed me, and his hands held me tighter- "I'm so sorry."

- "Just kiss me a few more times so I can properly forgive you"- Reid smiled and crushed his lips against mines.

- "Anything for you."

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[scribbleboxfox]

Definitely not the friend of the person who sent the artwork with the chair–

Can confirm, she's been rambling on and on about your fic for weeks. Months. I decided I had to read it for myself, since she spoke so highly of it, so I started today. Somewhere around the seventh chapter now. I'm always cracking up at the notes at the end. For the record, you nailed Caboose. I could hear his voice more clearly than anyone else's.

That aside, I did have a real question. Figured I'd ask since apparently you're a super easy to talk to/contact (if my excited friend's notes about sharing the artwork have been any indication). I do not know how tumblr works, though. Fingers crossed I figure it out quick.

The actual questions:

How did you come up with the idea for your story?

How did you make it work? As in, how did you make a plot, stick to it, and then keep going–

How are you able to impersonate fandom characters so accurately and not fear being incorrect??? (I struggle with this, hence my not having written fanfiction in, like, ever haha)

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

AHHHH YES HELLO HI I'M SO GLAD YOU STARTED READING AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

I'm going to put my answers under a cut so it doesn't clog up people's dashboards. (Click on the "Keep Reading" link/button thing to see them!)

Gonna try to answer your first two questions together, since they pair up nicely.

Honestly, and this is going to sound silly, the idea for The Long Road Home sprung from a goofy one-liner that I thought up for Fox to say. More specifically; I'd come up with Fox as a way to give Locus a goofy sidekick that annoyed him but ultimately became his best friend. She was originally just a silly OC that I did some doodles of, and I wasn't planning on getting attached to her or Red vs. Blue. But then I imagined the stupidest, funniest one-liner I have ever come up with.

Unfortunately, said one-liner needed context. Over a million words of context, apparently LOL. So I started brainstorming, came up with a plot, and planned it out. It's hard to explain the exact technical work that went into building this thing, but I'll try;

Initially, I started by asking myself "where do I want these characters to end up, and how are they going to get there?" Then I determined the load-bearing plot points from there;

The characters meet Fox

She convinces them to work together with Locus

Locus earns some of Kimball's trust; enough for Kimball to let him help Fox on her crusade to find evidence against Hargrove that the UNSC will have to pay attention to

They go to Earth and Locus discovers the power of friendship

At the same time, Hargrove decides to continue his campaign to wipe out Chorus

[Insert other spoilery plot points here]

From there, I came up with a document that holds all the super important plot points and the order in which they happen, along with all the necessary sub-plots that help move the story along.

The way I format it is "Chapter Name: Plot point 1 - Plot point 2 - plot point 3" so I know what needs to happen in each chapter. I've included an image below that hopefully helps illustrate this a little better;

This was the first thing I did when planning my fic. It took me a while to finalize it; I didn't manage to get it close to the finalized version that exists now until around Chapter 14. Since then I've tidied it up even further as I've tightened up my overall story direction, and continue to do so every few chapters I write to make sure that everything that happens in future chapters makes sense with what's happened in previous ones.

TL;DR: this document exists for me to know where the fic is going and how to get there, and serves as a framework for the overall story as a whole.

The next step; which is more of a housekeeping thing on my part, is the chapter outlines. These basically serve as a rough draft and help me get all the "filler" down so I can use it to connect the stuff that happens in each chapter. To further explain; I outline the chapter scene-by-scene and include some of the more minute details that happen. I like to write these like they're a FandomWiki article about an episode of a TV show so I don't get too descriptive with them (they're rough drafts after all,) though I'll usually include pieces of dialogue that I think could actually work in the chapter, or serve as a means of getting an idea across.

Here's an image of what it looks like;

Since these are basically rough drafts, I like to use them to just throw down whatever ideas I can come up with, and then in the final draft (AKA the actual chapter) I iron out all the stuff that either won't work or isn't as good as it could be.

Both of these documents help me stay on track and keep me motivated. I find that the timeline document keeps me super excited about what's going to happen in future chapters, because I can just scroll down and see it. And the outline document allows me to throw out whatever ideas think will work on a chapter-by-chapter basis without my perfectionism kicking me in the head.

TL;DR #2: to actually answer your question about how I make it work; I found a technical method that works best for me (which I've outlined above.) Basically, I found a way to get down all the basic ideas for what I wanted to happen in my story. Then, before each chapter, I wrote outlines that define the exact execution of each idea that happens in that specific chapter. Utilizing both in tandem have helped keep me on track, and kept me motivated for what comes next in the story.

Hopefully that makes sense! :'D

As for how I handle character-voice... I've re-watched Red vs. Blue a few dozen times now, so I have some idea of the general cadence of the main characters (what they would say and how they would say it.) But honestly, the way I nail it down in my fic is I just...read their dialogue aloud. Or failing that, I'll read it in my head using the voice of the character I'm trying to emulate.

It usually takes me a few tries to be successful, and I'm honestly super happy that you think I nailed Caboose since I always struggle the most with him.

When all else fails though, I'll either re-watch the Chorus Trilogy or pull up the (incomplete) WikiQuote page for it. Since The Long Road Home takes place immediately after that part of the show, the dialogue from the Chorus Trilogy is the best reference for characterizing the main cast.

TL;DR #3: Research and references are your best friends when writing dialogue. I find that if I can't imagine a character saying a certain thing, then they either wouldn't say it the way I'm trying to write them saying it, or they wouldn't say it at all. Reading dialogue aloud can help A LOT with figuring out if something sounds right.

(But also don't worry about dialogue being perfect. In the more recent chapters, my characterization for some of the Reds and Blues has definitely slipped lol. I think, if you are going to try to write a fic at some point, the most important thing is that you love the characters and the media they came from, and that you're having fun overall!)

Thanks so much for all the questions! It always puts a huge smile on my face whenever anyone asks about my fic! :D

Have a great day! <3

#tlrh #ask #SORRY ITS SO LONG I TEND TO RAMBLE #also anyone and everyone can and SHOULD steal this writing process if they think it'll help them #though i cant say it'll work for everyone #i just have adhd and need STRUCTURE or else i'll keel over like a horse with a broken leg #ANYWAYS TY FOR THE ASK I OWE YOU MY LIFE

[angstsoftie]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀Breathless.

Episode one.

genre: fanfic, angsty with some fluff moments. Enemies to lovers, general action and tension.

Summary: Apocalypse type of AU.

All the heroes have been kidnapped and it's on hands of the main character, the young new heroin has to find where they are before it is too late.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Meanwhile, the villain league is taking advantage of the missing heroes to finally turn the city into their own terms, would her be able to crack this whole mystery before the time runs out? Or would her time be cut out sharp before even having the chance to warn the city about this whole plot.

- disclaimer:

This story contains mature content, the chapters advance in a relative fast pace.

There's simple illustrations made by myself in each chapter to give a better visualization of what's currently going on, not too elaborated ones.

TW: if you're a sensitive reader please abstain to read, this story will have brief mentions of certain topics like mental health, homicide, medium gore, swearing, violence, death. As an extra warning at the beginning of each chapter there's going to be a little description to know what's ahead.

This is a dabi x y/n fanfic.

Disclaimer: to refer to the reader (you, y/n) I'll be using "her" as a way to address.

Other terms alike would be: her, girl, that heroin.

These terms would be exclusively to refer to you/her.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ pov, her.

Unlike the other heroes before me, i didn't had the ceremony, as soon as I finished my last test Aizawa called me out saying I have to go out and patrol the whole city looking for clues about the missing heroes.

Hawks, Rabbit hero, Best Jeanist, MT.Lady, they are the ones who have mysteriously disappeared for two weeks by now and the city is running scare for feeling unsafe as seconds pass by, All Might had to present few conferences to speak to the people so the confidence in his words would translate in ease inside their terrified minds.

The night stroll jumping around roofs and lampposts silently avoiding being caught up under the light, if there is any villains around they can't see me.

They must not see me.

My breath feels strong but I try my best to keep it steady, maybe it is because this is my first night but I feel even breathing too hard would expose me to the nonexistent villains prowling around my each very step.

Put my feet down and walked through an alley, the city feels empty since lately the citizens had go home earlier and hide from anything that could be lurking in the darkness as soon as the sun sets, saying goodbye to everything and letting pass to the moon that doesn't even do a quarter of what the sunlight do for the mental peace of the people, I feel somehow responsible.

Even if this is my first day.

I feel like I own it to the city, maybe it's rookie mistake but I have to protect them all while the heroes are gone.

But I mean, they're pros, I'm sure they're going to be okay and right now they're looking for a way to get out and kick some villain's asses.

My steps' pace get slower without me even noticing, I seem to dissociate in the thoughts of these heroes fighting for their lives and millions more, suddenly the pressure collapse in my shoulders.

That same phrase repites itself; I have to protect them all.

I have, to be the best heroe that I can be.

After couraging myself to not give up despise the inexperience, I pay attention to my ears, I listen something not so far away, a car, tires skidding sharply giving me the chills down my spine.

The tires screeching was cause for goosebumps, it seemed like I had found my first villains of the night or my -hopefully- first clue of where the heroes went; I threw my hands ahead and from my fingers, waves of cold breeze form infront of me, creating a surface for my foot to step and slide all the way silently, I felt the roar of the breeze around my ears due to how much oxygen was requiere to lift me up.

That crispy roary sound never fails to make me safe, my left hand added an extra wave making me go faster and higher.

So high that I overpassed the lampposts, of course staying in the shadows; as I was getting closer to the Avenue that was source of the now echoing sounds, I saw a black van with a bunch of people wearing hoodies, « can't be any more suspicious» I thought rolling my eyes.

My guts said, "go, now".

But my brain kept me back saying I should before pay attention and so I'm not caught up by the adrenaline, "come on, girl, you can do it"- I try to cheer myself up.

One of the hoodied guys turn around, he was wearing a mask with two white eye patches, similar to a skull with the lower design where the mouth were supposed to be. He was doing some gestures, I could hear his voice but couldn't catch anything since the other guy hit him with his elbow causing the skull guy to bend holding his belly.

«Wait- that's, twice!" Finally grasped the identity of one of them, "twice is a strong opponent, with his clones, I could manage to use a hurricane and toss them away, right?" I was planning ahead my moves, the other hoodie members rapidly hid inside the van and so they went away.

I have to follow them, sure they know something.

Or worst, they did something.

I turn my air form becoming invisible, just being a breeze of air. Followed them fast; the van plate is crossed out so I can make out a number to track them down, got to the window and try to sneak a peak but sadly my breezes were too strong and so they were about to close the window, now I can certify I saw two white masked guys and the third one with black hair, couldn't see any more of him since he was wearing a face mask, the hoodie, but I can tell the tips of her hair were burned. I know it because against the light from the other side you could see so many splits.

Kept following the mysterious van, my thoughts were connecting and so I got to the conclusion, these guys must be the league of villains, if that's twice, there's other white masked guy that I assume is compress, how many white masked villains are out there?

-ring, ring- my communicator. Damn it, the van speeded it up as I held back my speed trying to shut down my communicator on my wrist. My heart bit fast, my wrist was too close to the window, what if their heard it?

Could they?

Tsk, such a rookie mistake and now, looking forward. The van was long gone melting in the distance, merging with the darkness of the night.

I get off my breezes form and look down on my wrist, it's Aizawa calling.

" Mr. Aizawa, I think I got something" I said looking at the little screen with 'Aizawa' wrote it down over a light blue background.

"We have a problem, Present Mic is gone".

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Point of view, Twice.

That same night.

Shigaraki asked us to go to the city and located our agent, he was hiding in one of the roofs, the highest one so none could see him. We got the information, and now we're turning back to the base, as simple as that, right?

"Right" I answered to myself, giving myself some thumps up while Compress and Dabi next to me didn't added up to my unilateral conversation.

Didn't pay attention to that, and before trying to get a conversation out of them I looked outside the window next to me, the night breeze was fricking cold that night, "guys, I'll be closing this. My balls would freeze at any second" I said as I rapidly closed the window with the lever doing circle motions.

As the window was closing, just few inches from being totally close I heard a little ring, "huh?". I checked through the window, there's none outside I mean we're freaking driving, I look at the guys once my window was closed. "Hey, did you heard that?"

Compress payed attention to the sounds, he seemed doubtful yet intrigue of my statement.

"Speed it up then", said Dabi cutting coldly the silence between Sako and I.

Without giving Sako a chance himself step on the pedal making the van go faster in a snap.

He kept unamused by the sudden motion while Sako and I were object of the sudden speed, hitting our backs to the seats; as Sako was recovering the control of the van he complained to Dabi about his reckless action, to which Dabi just gave him a glaze, said with his usual sarcastic and hostile tone without breaking his coldness: "what? Want me to push you out and so you check what Is it?"

I couldn't help but giggle inside my mind, maybe he was right.

It was nothing.

... Now our real thing is to prepare the location for our dear new guess, Present Mic.

"oh my god, guys! Can you believe that now we have Present Mic?!, Do you think he'd like my impression of him?" I finally let out my enthusiasm holding my hands up fingers interlock, just like any fangirl daydreaming about their favorite idol.

I mean come on, it is THE Present Mic.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀pov, her.

Once I was back again at the academy, I searched for Aizawa, the students seemed curious and worry, the mumbling feels so loud around my ears, my steps get faster and louder, my eyes desperately zigzag all the way through the hallway looking for the black long hair and the scar under the eyes of one tire man with a lot of philosophies to share with the younger minds; finally, got to the main office. Where usually all the professor's reunite and discuss any matter; so I opened, see one stood up Aizawa looking at few screens where Mic's communicator seems clearly offline.

"Is he really gone?" I asked doubtful.

Shota looked at me, he just played a record in one of the screens that seemed few seconds long.

I hear Present Mic's voice saying, "yoo', yoo! Shota, my brother, my friend. Here the most funny and incredible host you'd ever hear", he laughed. Then his voice sounded more serious as he stops laughing "... Now, about the meeting the other day, there's been something spinning in circles like a disk, about the new hero. Cold Windy, she seems promising... Her wind quirk is strong but her doubtful personality sometimes plays against her, I think she could be great but that doubtfulness, she better defeat it before it takes over her" Suddenly the ambience felt fragile around me, a sting in my heart made it pound harder, I won't cry. This is a professional speaking about my performance, this is a constructive type of critic.

He kept talking, "just as the good Napoleon Bonaparte said, true heroism consists in being superior to the ills of life".

As he was going to add something else, he gasped softly. Like he saw something and caught his attention, few seconds passed again and now all we can hear is the interference from his mic messing with the communicator; "who- you're doing- ... No, I won't allow-!"

Every interruption to his speech feels like a thousand sharp nails climbing over my spine, making me feel too anxious.

We can hear him using his Loud voice power, the microphone of the communicator vibrates and for instances sounds goes totally off, we can hear the struggle, the back and forth hustle and it ends when Mic gasp and then, the communicator did the beep sound.

The recording was over.

Aizawa stayed quiet looking at the screens, now looking more carefully I realize he was looking for Hizashi location.

Without any result, he was not near by.

"That message was sent from the back of the academy, he was doing a patrol to make sure all the students left safely", he said suddenly. His hands grasped the desk under them tightly as he was holding his rage up to talk calmy to me "I went there, as soon as I heard this since he was talking to me as everything was happening; there's no traces, nothing. It's like he got vanished from the earth..."

"... Could it be, Kai?" I said out of blue still processing everything and feeling the chills going up and down across my body, I'm trying my best to not asume the worst scenario.

"Kai is in prison right now, and. He hasn't recover from the severe injures in his arms" he finally turned around at me. Looking serious as usual but this time I can feel and almost touch the worry in his gaze.

Silence, that's what we had.

"... The guys will be your team from now on, I don't want you going to patrol alone. You might be new and none knows your name yet formally but I don't want any other heroes to go through this".

I didn't fight back, the class A-1 is a good team but they still kids, would it be safe for them? I can't help but worry when they're minors, I'm 21 and they're around 17-19 years old.

"What are we going to do about Hizashi?" I asked fearful of the answer.

"... I'll try to locate him again, I won't believe that he got kidnapped just like that-" his tone started calm but right away got high with a strong rage making him talk louder, causing his hair to levitate briefly.

He sighed, looked at me, resting his hips against the board with buttons and screens;- "inform the guys about what's going on, please. And no more patrols for today".

I nod, when my feet were turning around so I could leave I hear him called me one last time.

"Windy".

"Yes?"

He looked at me, serious as usual. I could feel the stress pouring through his pores.

"... Did you saw anything tonight?"

~°~

Windy is her/your hero name.

The quirk is control over the air element, the weakness for our main character is being unable to breath since her lungs, her breathing is what activates her quirk.

The deeper she breath, the stronger the impact is.

She can create spaces like bubbles with no air, as long as she hold her breath but she can't hold it long times or she blackout due to the excess of oxygen.

Maybe next chapters I'll show her designe.

Her age is 21 and one main personality trait is doubtfulness, but that's something you'll see in more detail the why and how more forward in the story.

End of chapter one.

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DownRight Fierce Dev Update (9/2021)

Not sure if this is something folks here would want to see, but I'll share this update I shared with patrons for the original visual novel I've been working on, DownRight Fierce. It was conceived back in, like, 2014, but since just before the pandemic hit, I've been working on it as a visual novel. It's sort of like...if Street Fighter and Butterfly Soup had a kid? That was born before Butterfly Soup came out? And has been slacking off for a few years? There is a fully playable, mostly presentable demo of the prologue and first three chapters, feel free to contact me if you're interested in trying it out and providing feedback.

Thanks to the support I've received on Patreon lately, I've been able to commission more outfits for the main characters, new expressions, and was able to pay Hayley to re-organize the sprites so I have some more control over mixing and matching different things. We've also implemented a new pose for Nishiko's sprite when they're sending text messages (on their antiquated cell phone).

(all of the character art so far I have commissioned from my friend Hayley Sakura-Rose12)

I ended up deciding to have that sprite made when I implemented a whole text convo with Seiko near the end of Chapter 3. (or partway through the chapter, depending on what the reader chooses - OR they can even skip this conversation altogether, potentially)

The biggest updates to DRF lately have mostly been cosmetic: adding in more facial expressions and effects.

One example of this has been incorpating a more seamless and atmospheric effect for moments when Nishiko gets lost in thought.

There will be a recurring and increasingly important component tied to this, so I'm glad Jenny helped inspire me to pursue this kind of idea. You can also see here a version of Nishiko's sprite which has been visually updated with more texture, alternate color, etc., and that's something she intends to do with the other characters when time allows (she's been very busy for like, over a year now).

Fire and smoke are key visual symbols for Nishiko's character, so Jenny has been helping me figure out ways to express this more through the UI, etc.

(my wife Jenny has worked on the UI, giving it a more gritty look, and she's modified Nishiko's sprite in this image to give extra atmosphere to the character sprites; she also took a placeholder image and did work on it to showcase a potential art style for the backgrounds; we're considering something like this, though maybe including more color, perhaps intentionally depending on the setting)

But it's not just been visual stuff. I've also been adding in extra content, and incorporating more choices and elements that affect and are affected by the stats running in the background.

I've added in new short classroom scenes to help better illustrate Nishiko's experience inbetween social activities, while simultaneously using them to imply elements regarding Nishiko's attention span, as well as flesh out the lore of the world.

I've been a bit inspired by Tuca and Bertie in some weird ways, as well, trying to build lore within my own fighting game inspired world with references that double as, well, world building (like alluding to Street Fighter antagonist M. Bison via a political dictator who existed in this universe's history), including entire chunks of conversation that go in different branches based on weird Capcom humor that also serves to establish backstory.

Nishiko and Kayla bond over love of a dumb cheesy horror flick that's essentially one big meme featuring the 90's Street Fighter cartoon.  The drinks in the vending machines are all Capcom references, but serve as a means of letting the reader more manually increase a stat of their choosing - and since they're vending machines, they recur, so as the reader might get to know what each drink is, they might make a deliberate choice to increase a specific stat on purpose, in a similar way to choosing to exercise, or meditate, or study.

A convo about Nishiko's prior schoolyear incorporates Dark Stalkers references while also, again, letting the reader affect stats in a narratively retroactive way.

I've fleshed out conversations in Chapter 3 to have lots of dialogue most readers won't see in a single playthrough, as well as making more efforts to lean readers toward experiencing certain scenes or moments they might have missed earlier, while allowing the possibility of skipping or missing out on scenes entirely should they choose.

For example, the end of Chapter 3 is focused on Nishiko's relationship with Seiko. There is a text chat convo that can happen in one of two different parts of the chapter, and an in-person convo I'm currently working on (the last planned new content for the demo). Both can be experienced, or one or the other, or the can both be skipped. I don't want to make the entire social life something optional, but I do want to have there be parts like this where the reader can choose to skip interacting with a character if they truly don't want to, to help reinforce the idea that every interaction is, in a sense, a deliberate choice.

Even something like picking 'the BAD' choices is something I want to not just feel like, say, Undertale's infamous 'genocide run' but rather something that is an expression of anger at the world around the main character, which even has some specific benefits - because people don't just become jerks because they like to feel bad, but because it serves them in some beneficial way. As a slight example, if the reader pushes Nishiko to become aggressive, their 'Psycho' stat will increase, which can lead to them having even more aggressive choices later, which further increase that stat. But as that stat increase, Nishiko will become more physically perceptive to certain details about the world around them, but in material ways rather than social ways. For example, they might sense certain inklings of things that allude to later plot points earlier than someone who is more cooperative and might learn more social backstory elements. It's likely not going to be some huge, monumental difference, but it hopefully will make a second playthrough feel noticeably different and give the reader more insight into certain things.

The planned demo will feature the prologue and the first three chapters. By the end, all four main characters will be introduced, and the reader should get a pretty good idea through bits of writing and visual presentation that the choices they make won't change the primary narrative, but will affect certain details and aspects of how things play out. This is actually related to a big plot element itself that will become important later. But for now, it's been really fun adapting content I wrote over five years ago into this format, fleshing it out, and trying to work out ways to not only make that content function better in an interactive format, but also just how to lay more foundation and foreshadowing for what's to come.

While the visuals are still far from finalized even for this demo, I do have a private build uploaded for anyone genuinely interested, as I still haven't received much in the way of feedback so far. I'm planning on releasing a public demo to itchio later on when we can get the visuals to look more finalized.

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