#VAGUELY BASED ON THE PROMPT HAHA

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Whumptober 2022 - Head Trauma  | “His mother never wanted him to fly, not after what happened to his father.”

#whumptober2022 #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanart #forsty art #VAGUELY BASED ON THE PROMPT HAHA #i've actually.. had this idea for a long ass time #Rooster holding Goose's helmet and it's cracked up (because it is cracked in the OG movie) and I think about that alot #also the background cause I gotta mention it - it's nothing too fancy but one side is the forest where Mav and Rooster meet up after #being shot down #and the other side is the ocean.... cause Goose.... you know #shrugs #ALSO YEAH I KNOW GOOSE DIDNT DIE FROM HEAD TRAUMA i think it was a broken neck but this is my art and i make the rules! #it's finally released into the wild.... i can return to being a normal person now #until tuesday for the next whumptober drawing #thank you everyone for coming on this journey with me i hope i dont disappoint and that you all will like it :c <3

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hewwoooo i was the anon who requested the trey + vil with plus-sized reader :3 i really love your writing!!!! so expect me to come back here pretty often :D you can call me 🫀 anon from now on hehe (and also expect all my requests to be platonic except for trey oop)

im here for another request !! may i request the shroud brothers, vil, leona and trey with an ignihyde!reader ?? my self-insert is actually an ignihyde student based on the fates so i cant really insert myself into twst x readers with yuu!reader lol. no pressure tho <3

here ya go!! I'm super happy you liked my other one, I apologize for this one's wait i got busy!<3

idia shroud

it’ll take a while for the two of you to become any sorts of close. i can imagine your meetings (even though he's your own DORM LEADER lmao) will be brief and vague, sometimes seemingly halfhearted when he is forced to tell his dorm something, to which he usually just messages.

you’ll find him lurking and leaving his room in the late hours to get something or go the sam's mystery shop if it's still open for instant food or stuff of that sorts. nevertheless, you still are an ignihyde student so you two do seem to get along pretty well. even in those short moments— he finds himself being okay around you.

i guess you could say he is relieved you're one of the few people who won't make idia feel utterly awkward or uncomfortable running into so that's definitely some sort of a relief for him. in fact, that usually entails you two ending up hanging out together or doing something stupidly fun together.

ortho shroud

aside from idia he actually did make an effort to get to know you in the first place and in his attempts to get idia out more, suggested you guys hang out at times! he’d claim and tell idia how interesting of a person you were— plenty of stories as someone who even has been or lived in their homelands, the shaftlands!! he wants to see everyone in the dorm get along well. so, you may see him actively trying to get you and idia to be friends as well haha

im sure you two did become unlikely friends though it's inevitable, especially with ortho. he is happy to see his brother get along with you, its very common soon enough that you guys commonly hang out together.

ortho is very sweet whenever you pass him by in the dorm or in school always saying "hello" or asking how you're feeling. he's happy to be able to get along with others in his dorm.

vil schoenheit

he's curious about you quite a bit considering he knows how the reputation of ignihyde students are well…. very reclusive and don't really interact much with others and other dorms. he has worked with ignihyde students in the past with favors and needing stuff for his film making club (like the magical wheel he needed for epel once) which usually makes him prompt to coming towards you a lot to inquire and get any tech and gadgets that could be used for films they're making… even if you may not be the most outgoing person, he’ll surprisingly feel quite easy to talk to.

if you tend to take on the habits of your fellow dormmates or your dorm leader, he will once in a while tell you to make sure you're taking care of yourself and make sure you're doing things like self-care or sleeping right. it's nothing harsh or anything but it's a small way he looks out for you as he gets closer to you throughout time.

you're like a favored student of his from that dorm, he has grown to be pretty fond of. you've piqued his interest enough and helped him out too that he does seem kinder to you in ways.

leona kingscholar

originally, he really had no interested talking to or frankly being around any of that dorm. besides like idia during dorm leader meetings, he barely even knew anyone there despite it being at least his 4th year in that school. he still finds it, unusual and even strange that you've become rather close to him (even if that may feel one sided but it's just leona ok)

he does tend to feel more content and okay with you if you’re more on the quieter side anyway. he does grow a small sense of fondness to you— he even finds himself slightly surprised as your the last person he expected to garner his attention. but nevertheless, you found yourself nicely close to him even if he doesn’t show it the best.

leona sometimes makes quips or teases about your own dorm, how considerably different the two may be. especially a lot at first before you two grew closer, he just found it strange almost, to find yourself close to him.

trey clover

its funny because besides like ortho or idia and maybe a few various students of that dorm here and there in the school— ever so introverted and quiet he doesn't see that many of your dorm. even cater himself admits he doesn't seem to really know or have any friends from that dorm and he's cater! trey will muse he’s beaten cater at that by dating one.

you may have to get used to his dorm being pretty social, considering all the events they hold whereas you’re probably used to the cold and quiet ignihyde dorms. you may have to even adjust whenever you decide to come over and see trey, especially with people like cater or ace who are heavily social.

he hopes you’ll grow and find yourself comfortable there, you’ll find him laughing bashfully when pointing out their antics in comparison to the dormmates you're used to. you'll find him chuckling asking how you manage to put up with some of them, he can only imagine how different it must be for you.

#twst #twst x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #trey x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar

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This One's For You

A Soul Eater fanfic. Read on: AO3 | FFn

Seventh in my series of 31 prompt-based one-shots. Prompts from this list.

AND... Monthly OTP prompt fills from this list for Spirit and Stein, because I cannot stop writing about them. I’m happy to hear recommendations each month for which prompt to write next.

A/N: This started with a tiny, vague mental image I've been holding for months that I needed to express, and a plot formed around it. My hope was for a short fluffy something, but, Stein decided otherwise... Yeahhh the characters took complete control of this one. I had next to nothing to do with this until near the end when...a song that is tied to these two for me decided to jump into the story too. And I don't write songfic, haha. Aaahhhhh this one might be out of character, I'm not sure. They're teenagers. Spirit is 16 which would make Stein 13, in my headcanon. I also headcanon that Spirit played electric guitar as a teenager then gave it up. There's an Easter Egg for another of my fics in this which gets revealed in the end notes if you don't catch it yourself. And of course, don't read the end notes cuz spoilers. Oh, there's one line directly implying something NSFW that I'll leave up to interpretation. But just a warning that it exists, I guess. That's why the "teen" rating. And, it doesn't get mentioned in the story, but I'm compelled to inform everyone that Spirit's hair is in a ponytail. Because. Yeah. Okay, anyway. 7. Bells (from the December list) 4. Peace (for April, from the monthly OTP list)

This One's For You

Spirit was half-reclined on his bed when Stein walked into their shared bedroom. Half, because it was nearly impossible to play his guitar properly if he lay flat the way he truly felt like doing. Instead, he had most of both of their pillows shoved up behind his back and up under his elbow so he could lean his head and shoulders against the wall with the guitar nearly flat across his lap, though his legs were crossed to help elevate the neck of the instrument.

He plucked two strings together in harmony, listened to the sound through the amplifier and the way it decayed with the delay setting he'd put on, and then plucked another two in the progression.

The full light of the sunset was blocked from entering the windows by the thick of the trees outside, but the room was still beginning to turn pink from the glow that couldn't ever be fully shut out, and golden pinpricks of light were hitting the wall above Spirit's head where they broke through the foliage.

Spirit glanced up at his partner still standing in the open doorway as he plucked another chord. He took in the tense posture, the stiff set of Stein's jaw. Watched his bright, ever-calculating eyes study his position on the bed before Stein finally reached behind him to push the door closed. The meister's gaze shifted to the window, blinds closed on Stein's half but raised on Spirit's.

Stein crossed the room briskly, pulled the cord to close the rest of the blinds to perhaps five inches—a height that would still allow enough light in as long as the sun was up, but that would block the view of the interior to any passersby.

Stein's hands were empty, and except for the way he was holding himself Spirit couldn't see anything amiss about him to provide evidence as to the meister's seeming sour mood. He shifted up slightly on the pillows and pulled the body of the electric guitar nearer to his stomach as he observed his younger partner.

He plucked another two strings, and Stein turned from where he'd paused at the window.

"Writing another song for some girl?"

There was a bite to his tone that Spirit recognized wasn't truly meant for him. Whatever had upset his meister, he was apparently going to take it out on him rather than talk about it. Which wasn't really a surprise.

Spirit lightly shook his head. "No. Just playing around."

He picked a simple pattern across three strings, and Stein's brow furrowed.

"Can you turn off the delay?"

Spirit couldn't help but smile as he shifted again, leaned forward to flip the switch on the amp at the foot of the bed, and then attempted to get comfortable again.

When he looked back at Stein, the meister's brow had furrowed. It was clear to Spirit that he was looking for a fight, but the weapon was in no mood to give him one. But the alternative, experience had taught Spirit, was that if he didn't provide something then Stein would simply leave and manage his frustrations elsewhere, whatever they were.

Experience had also taught Spirit that more often than not, that didn't end well for either of them.

"Come here."

"What?"

The furrow in Stein's brow deepened and he raised his head just so, so that the overhead light reflected off his glasses and hid his eyes. His jaw had tensed further, and a frown was just visible at the corners of his mouth.

"Come here," Spirit repeated just as gently.

He shifted further upright on the bed, laying the guitar across his lap for a moment to tug up his jeans as he uncrossed his legs and pulled his collared t-shirt back into place, it having become a bit twisted in his relaxation.

Stein looked uncertain, but after a moment he moved forward and crawled up onto the bed to sit next to the weapon. He pressed his back against the wall as he shifted nearer, which Spirit found telling.

He lifted the guitar into Stein's lap.

"Let me show you."

"What? No. I've told you, I don't need to try it to understand how it—"

He cut himself off abruptly as Spirit moved right next to him and set his arms around him, made more difficult by the posture Stein had chosen; Spirit had to wiggle his chest between Stein's back and the wall to get even remotely near enough to aid in the holding of the guitar.

The meister had gone tense and yet pliant as Spirit shifted the guitar to an appropriate angle, took hold of Stein's left hand as his own right hand muted the strings.

"I'll just show you some really basic chords. Here. Third finger, third fret, first string. If you only strum the first four..." Spirit held Stein's finger to the string and then lightly strummed. The processed sound came through the amp, sounding a bit strange pointed away from them and too soft to truly ring through the space. "That's a simple G-chord."

Spirit could feel Stein's heart pounding through his back, no doubt from anxiety at the unexpected contact. But he'd not pulled away. Spirit had learned that sometimes, despite the meister's seeming aversion to touch, it wasn't completely unwelcome. It was simply that he didn't really understand what he wanted.

Stein had no response, visible or otherwise, to the chord that resulted from Spirit's holding his finger to the string.

"Give it a try," Spirit encouraged, lifting Stein's right hand so he could strum the chord.

After a moment, the meister swallowed and blinked into focus. His thumb moved inelegantly over the strings, and the sound bled through the amp.

Spirit let go of his left hand, and Stein's instantly released the string. The remaining echo became discordant.

"You have to hold onto it. Here, this is an easy C. Just four strings again."

He manipulated Stein's fingers into the shape, and this time the younger boy held on when Spirit let go. Spirit strummed the chord, and then moved his hand out of the way. After a moment, Stein's tentatively came up to copy the action.

"And, ah... An E-minor, that's the easiest. First and second fingers, fifth and fourth strings, second fret."

He waited, and Stein slowly copied the instructions to hold the strings down. His brow had furrowed again, and Spirit could feel his heart rate starting to relax.

"There, see? You can play a lot of songs with just three chords. And a capo, haha."

When the minor chord had finished ringing from the amp, Stein carefully slid the guitar toward Spirit.

"You play something."

Spirit's smile tightened in disappointment. "You don't want to give it a try?"

Stein shook his head. But, Spirit noted, whatever frustration the meister had been trying to bury when he entered the room was gone from the bright, green eyes. In its place was a different sort of anxiety that Spirit didn't fully understand, but recognized was something Stein only allowed him to see.

Spirit took the guitar and carefully shifted back into his spot against the pillows. He kept his surprise hidden when Stein followed, kneeling to face him as Spirit got comfortable again and positioned the guitar.

He was about to ask if Stein had any requests, but the meister preempted him.

"Not something you've written for some girl."

Spirit huffed quietly. It was always 'some girl' with the younger teen. He had teased before that Stein would understand soon enough, and his partner had teased right back that his hormones were overactive and that he could probably take something to treat that.

It had been a very awkward end to the conversation when Spirit quipped that he had his own treatment, and Stein hadn't immediately processed the meaning. He'd gotten to it without Spirit spelling it out, but the meister had definitely behaved differently toward him since then, Spirit suddenly realized. He supposed Stein really was still just too young for that sort of thing.

"Why not?" he couldn't help but ask.

Some of the anger rose again behind Stein's eyes. "Because they're not important."

"I work hard on those—"

"You're usually on to the next girl in less than a month. So the songs can't really mean that much."

Spirit's lips had parted in surprise, and he held the annoyed gaze of his meister. There was more Stein wanted to say, he could tell. Everything in his posture and eyes and the renewed set of his jaw spoke of frustration.

Spirit was disappointed that his attempts at soothing his partner had backfired, but it was momentarily forgotten as irritation mingled with the guilt Stein's words had stirred deep in his soul.

"Do you even remember them?"

The accusation cut even harder, and Spirit wondered if Stein meant the songs or the girls. His brow furrowed in defiance even as he realized that for both, and for most, the answer was no.

"How can you care so little about something?"

It would be an insult to think Stein meant the songs with that question. Not that it was impossible, but, based on the absolute ice that was touching the meister's voice, Spirit knew otherwise.

It wasn't that he didn't care... It was that they just weren't really looking for a relationship. Neither him, nor the girls he flirted with. It was something mutually understood that didn't even need to be spoken. They were just teenagers having a good time, after all. It's what teenagers do. Stein was just too young to understand.

He took a long, slow breath and closed his eyes as he realized he'd been frowning so hard that his forehead hurt. It wasn't Stein's fault. He was only seeing things in the way he knew how. He would understand someday. And then, Spirit could tease Stein about his girlfriends and remind him about how he had been so sure it was a waste of time. It would be something they could laugh about together.

His mood resolved, he sighed and opened his eyes to reply. But then his lips parted again when he saw Stein.

The meister had dug his fingers into Spirit's blankets and had his eyes tightly closed, head downcast as he scowled at whatever was in his mind. Spirit bit his lip, and then turned the guitar volume down before reaching out to gently touch Stein's shoulder.

"Hey..."

Stein didn't pull away, but Spirit felt rather than saw the sudden hitch in Stein's breath at the contact.

"It's not..." he began softly, unsure what had Stein suddenly so upset. "It's not that I don't care. I do. But they only care so much, too. They care the same amount that I do. It's just...not anything serious."

Stein looked up. His eyes were bright with unshed tears, and Spirit's stomach swirled in unease. Whatever anxiety Stein had come back to their room with that Spirit had been trying to help him forget, he'd clearly made much worse. And he wasn't sure what to do now that Stein had turned his stress fully against him.

"Why are you okay with it?" Stein finally hissed on a single breath, immediately clamping his jaw closed again as he struggled to regain control of his emotions.

Spirit puzzled over the question. He thought he'd just answered that. It was mutually understood between he and anyone he pursued that it was just casual.

"I thought..."

Spirit focused on Stein's face again.

"I thought you were better than that."

Spirit frowned. Stein wasn't anyone to suddenly come in and be his moral judge. Not with the things he did, the worse things he imagined doing...

It must have shown on Spirit's face, because Stein suddenly scoffed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Spirit was quick however, not even watching the fall of the guitar as he reached up and gripped the boy's arms, halting his escape before he'd even stood up.

"Stein!" he said. The meister tensed under his hold.

He wanted to be angry. He wanted to tell Stein that it was none of his business what he did with any girls. But he knew that couldn't really be what was bothering his young friend, and getting to the bottom of that was far more important. He slowly let out a breath, let his fire cool again.

"Stein. It's okay, I promise you. They're okay with it. There's nothing wrong with any of it..."

Stein tensed further, and Spirit frowned quizzically.

"Why do you care, anyway?"

The only reply was silence.

Spirit watched the taut muscles of his partner's neck, watched as he barely breathed under the weapon's hold. A golden-pink light from the window was reflecting off the front of Spirit's guitar, heralding the sun's departure.

The moments passed, and Spirit started slowly turning his thumbs in circles against the tight muscles of Stein's shoulders.

"Just play your guitar, Spirit," Stein said hoarsely.

Anger forgotten, Spirit's chest ached as he realized Stein had begun crying. What was truly upsetting his partner? Was it something he had done?

"Only if you stay."

It was a feeble plea, as Spirit knew Stein didn't really care for his guitar playing one way or another. And apparently, given his opinion on Spirit's usual endeavors with it, he probably disliked it entirely.

Silence again. Spirit watched the light on the windowsill slowly change to amber, dust floating through its beams.

"Then let go of me."

Spirit let go, banking on Stein keeping his word, and grabbed up the guitar from where it had fallen on the bed.

"Come back here."

Spirit watched as Stein reached up and took off his glasses, wiped his face with his sleeve, and then slowly turned back around on the bed and tucked his feet under him. His expression was as flat as he could make it, given the circumstances, but in his eyes Spirit still saw that anxiety that only he was permitted to see.

"Just... Relax," Spirit said, even as he couldn't help but frown.

The conversation had unnerved him, and as he continued unnecessarily shifting around for comfort, he couldn't think of a single thing to play.

He heard Stein sniff, and when he glanced up the meister was wearing a rarely-seen expression of distress that he rapidly hid away again behind the impassivity he preferred to show the world.

Spirit considered the issue as he tried to think of something to play: why would Stein care about his dates? It wasn't like he ever brought them back to their place. They were never in Stein's way...

Spirit's eyes widened as he slowly sucked in a breath.

Was that the problem?

He always came back at night—most nights. But with as much time as he spent taking girls out, he barely even did his homework lately. He supposed that outside of class and their extracurricular assignments, he really...hadn't been spending much time with Stein.

Had Stein been surprised to find him at home that evening?

A different guilt had Spirit's stomach turning with that revelation. He leaned back on the pillows and after adjusting the volume set his fingers to the guitar strings, decisively shaping a chord. And then as an afterthought, he stretched one foot toward the amp and pushed the corner of it so it turned on its dolly and wasn't facing entirely away from them.

Stein was watching him, his glasses folded in one hand but face as still as stone. Spirit began plucking out a practiced melody, suddenly self conscious about singing, and hoped it could at least be a beginning to an apology he realized now was necessary. Part of him still wanted to argue that Stein would be no different in a few years, but that didn't absolve him of the hurt he had apparently caused in the present.

He shifted his attention to the song, picking out each note with precision as he tried to work up the courage to sing. He had never been nervous around Stein with this sort of thing before, but the sudden realization that his every action of late was being watched and judged had him uncertain how his partner would respond.

"Are you making this up?" Stein asked suddenly.

"What? No," Spirit said, brow furrowing.

"I haven't heard it before."

Spirit sighed.

"I don't play this one in front of you."

Spirit watched as familiar curiosity began to rise in Stein's eyes despite the anxiety and the hurt, and he shifted back again as he focused on adding more complexity to his playing, strumming the chords before picking out the melodic lines.

Stein shifted too, reaching back to turn the amplifier the rest of the way to face the bed and then set his glasses on top of it.

"This one is different."

Spirit didn't look up, intent now on getting the song exactly right.

"This one is more interesting."

Spirit pursed his lips as a mixture of pride and affection started silencing the disquiet in his head.

"Ah... I hope so. I've been working on it for months."

He looked up and paused in the middle of the progression, letting a suspension chord ring out.

Stein was looking at him in yet another way Spirit had never been able to make sense of despite the years he'd had to try to understand. He had looked at him that way the very first day they'd met, and sometimes would even stop mid-conversation to just stare at him, usually after something Spirit had said; it was something deeper than curiosity, but seeming just as without explanation to even the meister as it was to his weapon. For awhile it had been unnerving, but Spirit knew at least there was no ill intent behind it. And whatever it meant, it was yet another expression that Stein reserved only for him.

Now, his attention was pulled away from Stein's wide, searching eyes to the way the rosy-orange beams of the sunset were making the edges of his hair seem to glow around his face. Spirit reached forward and Stein's focus instantly shifted, following the motion of his hand, but he didn't shy away when Spirit feathered Stein's hair between his fingers.

The light brought shining life into the thin strands of silver, and they sparkled almost translucent in the golden rays. The contrast of this radiance—all drawing his gaze back to Stein's verdant eyes staring back at him—with the dull overall appearance the meister seemed to want to effect had Spirit smiling.

For as much as Stein was an enigma, Spirit knew him better than the facade he showed the world.

A question had formed in Stein's eyes as to what suddenly had the weapon's so soft, but he didn't voice it. He only stared back as Spirit smoothed down the hair he'd disturbed and then returned his hand to the guitar.

"This one's for you."

"...What?"

"It's not perfect yet... I'd wanted it to be a surprise. But..."

Spirit started the song over, felt his fingers shake suddenly as he became more aware of his audience. His voice was no steadier than his hands as he began singing to the softly strummed chords.

He didn't glance up as he felt Stein shifting, heard a pair of shoes fall to the floor, and he knew without looking that the younger teen had taken up position on his knees with his feet tucked under him, hands likely fidgeting with the seams of his pants.

"'And I think we're chosen, like our fates are woven...'"

Spirit grew no less nervous as he sang through the lyrics, but Stein had asked him to play. And he owed him this he supposed, if his guess about his meister's current melancholy was correct. Finished or unfinished, he shouldn't ever leave Stein in doubt of his place in his life.

He reached the end of a chorus and paused in playing again, finally looking up. Then, his face fell.

Stein's expression was tense, confused. His brow was furrowed and his eyes unfocused where they were directed at Spirit's left hand on the strings, and his fingers were gripping tightly into the blankets again.

"You...don't like it?" Spirit asked quietly, amazed the words made it past his lips as his heart began to sink.

Stein's eyes, suddenly bright with something Spirit couldn't identify, snapped up to his. When his lips parted to speak, they trembled.

"I do."

Bewildered now, Spirit's heart ached in the fear that he'd somehow made everything worse.

"Come here," he said, almost a plea as he shifted on the pillows again and moved the guitar to lean more against his stomach.

Stein hesitated, but then awkwardly moved not to sit beside him, but to lie partially across Spirit's crossed legs with his head touching the body of the guitar. Spirit's brow rose, but Stein met his eyes in quick explanation.

"I want to feel it."

Spirit considered a moment, the angle making it impossible for him not to touch Stein's hair while playing at the least. But given the meister's chosen posture, he supposed that didn't matter.

He also decided not to mention that Stein would feel the vibrations far better by being next to the amp, and once he'd found an acceptable angle for his right arm, he strummed a chord.

Stein shifted slightly, raising his knees and gripping his hands over his middle. But his eyes stayed locked onto Spirit's. Spirit strummed another chord, and then picked out some of the melody of the song as he watched Stein curiously.

He realized all of a sudden that his partner's expression had changed. Stein was looking at him in that private way again, but deeper in his eyes behind that mysterious look was...hope.

Hope for what?

Spirit felt another pang of guilt, and he glanced at his left hand to cover the nerves he suddenly felt.

"I'm, ah... I'm going to cancel my date tomorrow night," he said. He plucked out more of the melody. "If you're not busy... We should do something."

Against his thigh, he could just feel Stein's heart rate increase through his back.

He looked down again, his own heart pounding as he met Stein's eyes. An instinctive yearning joined the race of blood in his veins, and before he could think about it, he was tentatively curling his soul wavelength along the edges of Stein's.

Stein's brow rose, and Spirit's stomach turned nervously as he saw hesitation in his meister's eyes. Since when had Stein ever been uncertain about resonance? But it faded quickly, and as Stein's soul slowly entwined with his he watched a soundless sigh escape his partner's lips.

Somehow resonating still gave no clarity to the look in Stein's eyes, and there was something in his soul that he was keeping guarded. But there was also such a great relief in the connection that Spirit felt his own anxiety begin to calm in time with Stein's.

Outside the window, the sun dipped below the lowest branches of the trees and sent brighter beams of light piercing the room, illuminating Stein's face and Spirit's hands and reflecting brightly off the guitar. Stein closed his eyes against the invasion and shifted to be more comfortable on Spirit's leg, the side of his head still leaned against the instrument.

Spirit cleared his throat as he shifted his hand up the neck of the guitar and shaped the next chord, readying to sing the song's chorus again. Stein's soul was relaxing into his, and Spirit's own slowly calmed in response. He wished he could convince Stein to let go of whatever it was that still had his heart pounding, but he was grateful for the trust he'd been given; if Stein wanted him to know, he would tell him eventually.

He strummed the chord. He watched Stein's expression soften with the sound, the lines of tension in his forehead ease. Their resonance matched effortlessly to the frequency, and Spirit strummed the chord again.

He sighed and reached down to Stein's chest, and the meister's eyes opened briefly when Spirit separated his hands and wove their fingers together.

Spirit sang, and soon his voice was the only audible sound as the last echoes from the amplifier died in the small room.

The tension on Stein's face continued to ease. He turned slightly to press his forehead into the now-silent guitar, but it didn't block the light and he kept his eyes closed.

Stein's wavelength was still gradually relaxing, and Spirit wrapped his around the younger teen's and let the warmth and safety in the sound take him. He let go the If nothing else, he hoped Stein felt the same assurance that he did—that there was no greater sanctuary for his soul than in harmony with his partner.

Spirit released Stein's hand to strum another chord, letting his fingers brush silver hair after following their natural path across the strings. When he reached for Stein's hand again the meister's was already blindly seeking his, and when the smaller fingers folded between his they held on tight.

Spirit continued to sing. And as the sun finished its descent, he watched the light slowly fade from Stein's face.

A/N: I imagine Spirit wrote something far more interesting, musically, but the lyrics I couldn't help but reference are from this song which I'm obsessed with because of this incredible art. So I selfishly put those in. I also have no skill whatsoever in writing lyrics and I needed lyrics, so, why not pull from my obsession...lol. Those lines also hit the right vibe as in...the song Spirit wrote is about them, their relationship. Just kinda...two hard-hitting lines to get the point across. But no, Spirit wrote something far more interesting. Pretend as much or as little of that song is part of this as you want, I didn't think much past those two lines. Even though that song is them to me, it's not them as teenagers so yeah. And if anyone even remembers, this song he wrote for Stein here is fact the song he played in Cadenza. I cannot help myself but to reveal... The tragedy here is that Spirit only partially-understood Stein's distress. And Stein ain't gonna tell him. Augh. Angst. (I'll tell if asked.) Okay, anyway. Thanks for reading!

#soul eater #soul eater fanfiction #franken stein #spirit albarn #CrossStitch #steinspirit #spiritstein #stein x spirit #spirit x stein #death scythe #stein #spirit #cold nights warm hearts #year of the otp #i keep forgetting to tag that one oops

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Bots. Yeah. Same problem here 😭

Anyway, drabble prompt: classic "sick fic" for TwiYor?

They never has anyone take care of them, so the awkwardness are there, but also genuine concern.

Hello, thanks for the prompt!!!! This is definitely longer than a drabble but I had fun with it lol. And in my defense i didn’t know that apparently a drabble is only supposed to be like 100 words 😂😂 

It took a bit long to finish because I got sick myself midway through writing it lol. At least I can say that all the details for the sick parts are based on fresh and recent first hand experience haha

But yea here it is!! Hope you enjoy!! :)

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Twilight does not forget things. Least of all mildly important things, like his umbrella on a day when the forecast won’t stop bringing up the rain. And yet, when he reaches the hospital exit at the end of his shift, he realizes with a start that he’s left it at home, by the door in the umbrella stand. Despite his best efforts he makes it home soaked to the skin, rainwater dripping from his hair like it’s mocking him.

Yor takes his coat to hang in the bathroom, and Anya carries a whole pile of towels over to him. He takes just one, drying himself off as well as he can. But even after he’s changed into drier clothes he can’t shake off the cold, shivering all through the evening despite Yor and Anya piling blankets over him.

He brushes off their concerns, though he imagines it’s hard to take him seriously from underneath a mountain of blankets. He doesn’t think it’s anything to worry about, but he heads to bed a bit earlier than usual on Yor’s insistence. A little extra sleep probably won’t hurt.

He wakes up the next day with a deep seated ache in his muscles. The mere action of turning to check the time takes far more effort than it should, and his eyes burn as he squints at the clock in the low light.

He tries to get up, and promptly lies back down when his muscles scream in protest and his head spins. His senses come to him as if through fog, and he registers vaguely that his throat hurts and his room is way too warm. 

At first, he wonders if he’s just tired. There’s always some degree of exhaustion lingering in his bones, but he’s a master of staving it off, and not letting it influence the standard of his work. But it’s just past 6am, and he’s pretty sure this is the most he’s slept in ages.

Has he been poisoned? Some kind of nerve agent? He stares groggily at the ceiling, trying to clear his head. Even through the mental haze he knows it’s unlikely. No, this is probably just the result of the unholy union between the rainstorm he’d been caught in and weeks of getting a maximum of 3 hours of sleep per night.

Twilight groans in annoyance, making a new effort to get out of bed. This time he succeeds. Well, partially. The moment he stands up he has to sit down again, breath coming in short, frustrated puffs. 

He tries again. There’s work that need doing, he doesn’t have time to be sick. If he just manages to get up and douse himself in cold water, he’ll probably feel fine enough to at least deliver some reports. Moving at a quarter of his usual pace, he manages to make it to his door and halfway to the bathroom before Yor intercepts him with a greeting from inside the kitchen. 

“Good morning Loid, did you….” she trails off as she takes in his face. Whatever she sees causes her cheery smile to drop, and Twilight frowns. Surely it’s not that clear that he’s sick.

“Loid, are you alright? You look really ill!” Yor’s voice is filled with concern, and she rushes out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, studying him worriedly.

“I’m alright, Yor, don’t worry,” he says. It’s his least convincing lie ever, pathetic in everything from its delivery to the tone of his voice. “I just need a cold shower, and I’ll be fine.” He tries for a smile, knowing it looks feeble even before the worry in Yor’s expression deepens.

Twilight is just about to force out another half-hearted reassurance when Yor reaches up and puts a hand on his forehead, mirroring the action with her other hand on her own forehead. The contact and the proximity are the final straw for Twilight’s already struggling train of thought, and the protests die in his throat. 

Yor pulls her hand away suddenly, like she’d been burned. With how warm he feels, it seems fitting.

“I’m sorry- I just,” Yor stammers, gathering her hands together. Her concern for him seems to override her embarrassment, and for some reason Twilight feels vaguely flattered. “I didn’t mean to overstep, but Loid I think you have a fever.”

That checks out, given the headache and the warmness. With the sore throat, it might even be the flu. He doesn’t manage to say any of that, suddenly hit by a wave of lightheadedness. 

He must have stumbled, because Yor's hand is suddenly on his arm, steadying him.

"Loid, I don't think you should go to work today," Yor says, and she sounds nervous and firm all at once. “And fevers are best treated with lukewarm water, not cold.”

"I appreciate your concern Yor, but I have things to do," he starts, and he's vaguely aware of how petulant he sounds, like Anya asking to watch another episode of Spy Wars before bed. And speaking of Anya. "Anya needs to go to school as well, I need to help her get ready."

Yor's hand on his arm is cool against his flushed skin as she shakes her head resolutely.

"I'll help Anya get ready. You need rest, and that's more important than work," she says, and all of Twilight's inbuilt desire to be efficient at any cost screams in protest. 

"Just let me call work then," he says anyway, because despite that internal drive he has to admit that he's not sure he'll be particularly useful in this state. He must be getting soft. He’s persevered through injury and illness alike - it’s almost humiliating to be so incapacitated by a fever.

Yor nods, letting go of his arm to let him shuffle towards the telephone. He makes a quick call to Handler, who sounds equal parts amused and annoyed. He can almost see her raised eyebrows when he tells her he’s sick, but something in his voice must be convincing because she agrees to take care of his workload for the day and tells him to rest up. He scoffs at that, going to hang up.

"Take better care of yourself, Twilight," she says, just before he can lower the phone. "I know we give you a lot of work, but don’t neglect your health just to keep up with it.”

He mumbles something in return and makes his way back to his room. He catches a glimpse of Yor in the kitchen as he passes, filling a glass with water and gathering some medicine from the cabinet.

Lying down is a far bigger relief than he’d expected it to be, to the point that he barely registers the sound of knocking on the door, followed by Yor pushing it open. She hands him a glass of water and some pills, and he downs them, trying not to wince at how sore his throat feels. 

“I’m going to go to work now,” Yor says gently. “I’ll make sure Anya gets to school on time too, so don’t worry about her.”

She hovers above him, worried but seemingly unsure, and he does his best to give her a reassuring smile.

“Thanks, Yor,” he says, voice still annoyingly weak. “I’ll be fine, so don’t worry about me either.”

Yor smiles back, looking somewhat placated, though the worry lingers in the tightness of her smile. She closes the door gently behind her, and Twilight contents himself with half-listening to the sounds of Anya and Yor getting ready for the day, drifting in and out of sleep.

A while later Anya pops her head in to greet him and say goodbye, and he musters up enough strength to give her a weak wave and a goodbye in return.

Then he lies there, alone and in the dark, uselessly sick. Rest, Yor and Handler had both said, but his brain refuses to cooperate, racing with thoughts about the mission reports he really should have finished yesterday. Except it isn’t really racing, it’s trudging slowly through the mass of information he’d normally have no problem speedily sorting through. It’s frustrating, and it makes his head hurt more.

The longer he lies there the more restless he feels, like he could be making far better use of his time. To make things worse, his room is still far too warm. He squeezes his eyes shut more tightly, trying to force himself to sleep. If he sleeps, perhaps he’ll feel better more quickly, and then he can get back to work. But any sleep that comes is shallow and restless, and the stupid reports just won’t stop trying and failing to sort themselves out in his mind.

The clock reads 10am when Twilight gives up. Pushing himself up despite the way his body protests, he shuffles out to the living room, a folder of reports in one hand and a pillow in the other. The cooler air is pleasant against his skin, though the light stings at his eyes at first. 

Settling on the couch, he opens the folder and starts to read. He barely gets a few paragraphs in before what had been a mild headache morphs into a sharp pain behind his eyes. He squeezes them shut for a bit, finding relief in the dark. He repeats the cycle a few more times, until the headache gets to the point where the words on the page start to blur.

He’s vaguely aware of the fact that he’s started to tremble, and suddenly he’s glad he brought the pillow with him. It’s cooler out here, so maybe it’ll be easier to sleep for a while. The cacophony of aches and pains in his body lessens slightly as he lies down, and he feels himself drifting away surprisingly quickly.

Just a little sleep, he thinks. Just to get rid of the headache, and then he can get back to the reports.

When he opens his eyes, he’s back in his bed, and there’s sounds of movement coming from the kitchen. He lies still for a moment, disoriented and very confused. His room isn’t as stiflingly warm as before, and the clock tells him that it’s past 3pm. Alarmed, he tries to sit up, and finds that the feverish aches in his muscle have lessened, albeit marginally.

He looks around, trying to sort out the mess in his head. How on earth did he get back to his room without realizing?

Yor interrupts his thoughts by poking her head into the room, and her eyes light up when she sees him awake.

“Loid! Are you feeling any better?” she asks, coming to stand by his bedside.

“A bit,” he says, still mildly confused. “How did I- when did you…?”

“Ah,” Yor says, flushing lightly. “I came back early because I was worried, and I found you sleeping on the couch.”

Her expression turns disapproving. “You really shouldn’t work when you’re sick, Loid,” she says, frowning. “I understand wanting to be productive, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your health.”

He feels oddly chastised, and nods silently. Yor’s expression melts into a small smile.

“I’ve made you some soup,” she says. “It’s the best thing for when you’re ill. I asked Camilla for the recipe, so I hope it tastes alright.”

Twilight nods again, filled with the trepidation that usually surrounds Yor’s attempts at cooking. Yor disappears out of the door, returning shortly with a bowl of soup and a glass of water on a tray. Despite her track record, the soup smells rather good, and Twilight can’t say he isn’t grateful for the kindness.

Yor hands him the tray, and he studies the soup. It looks good. It smells alright. Perhaps it’ll be fine to eat a bit. His stomach doesn’t tie into knots at the thought, so he plucks up his courage and takes a spoonful. And then another, and another, because it’s actually some really good soup. A surprised smile makes its way onto his face.

“This is really good, Yor,” he says, and despite everything there’s a note of genuine happiness in his voice. It’s nothing groundbreaking, a simple broth based vegetable soup, but it’s soothing and warming and Twilight finds that he appreciates it even more for the effort and care that went into making it.

Yor beams, and Twilight finds himself captivated by the sight.

“I’m glad to hear it!” she says, her smile wide and proud. Radiant. It causes a warm feeling in Twilight’s chest that he doesn’t think he can blame on the fever or the soup. He chooses to ignore it, tearing his eyes away from Yor and focusing back on emptying the bowl. Being sick is no excuse to indulge in things that aren’t relevant to the mission.

Oblivious to his brief internal battle, Yor sits on the bed next to him, chatting about her day and the process of making the soup. He listens, occupied by eating, interjecting here and there. It’s nice, and despite the lingering aches of the fever and his mind warning him not to get too comfortable Twilight almost feels peaceful.

“By the way Yor,” he says, when there’s a lull in conversation. “How did I get back here?”

Yor immediately goes red, eyes shifting everywhere. 

“I- I carried you over,” she mumbles. “It wasn’t too hard, and it was mainly because I was afraid that you’d hurt your back or your neck from sleeping on the couch, and when I brought you back it was way too warm in here, so I opened the window a little to let some fresh air in, and…” Yor seems to have realized that she’s rambling, trailing off.

Twilight doesn’t know what to say. The extent of Yor’s concern fills him with more of that warmth he doesn’t know what to make of. For almost all of his life, getting sick has been an arduous and solitary affair. He hasn’t really had anyone he trusted enough to help him through something as vulnerable as sickness. Miserably dousing himself in WISE provided medicines and trying to keep working through whatever coughs and colds came his way had become standard procedure for him.

But Yor’s smile is more soothing than all those medicines, and the soup is flavourful and gentle on his sore throat, and some emotion he can’t (won’t) label sweeps through him. He’s vulnerable in this state, he can’t work, and he still feels the aches and pains of the fever. And above all, indulging in domesticity is supposed to be out of the question. And yet there’s a deep seated contentment that settles in his core as he sits there and eats the soup, knowing that he’s cared for.

“Thank you,” he says, instead of addressing any of the feelings building in his chest. “I really appreciate you taking care of me like this.”

“It’s ok, I’m your wife,” Yor says seriously, before flushing and fumbling to amend her statement. “I mean, as your wife in this arrangement, it’s the least I could do.”

Twilight laughs, a quiet but genuine thing, and Yor smiles through the blush on her cheeks.

When the soup is finished, Yor leaves him to rest again with a promise to come back later. Settling back under the covers, Twilight finds that sleep comes a lot easier when his mind is filled with thoughts of Yor instead of trying and failing to analyze mission reports.

Over the next few days he recovers under Yor’s watchful eye, slowly but surely. She brings him soup and tea, and Anya comes to sit on his bed in the evenings, reading chapters from Spy x Wars to him.

There’s something soothing about the fact that they care about him enough to look after him like this. It can’t last, and he knows it, but Twilight selfishly relishes it all - the tenderness in Yor’s touch when she puts her hand on his forehead to check for returning fevers, the way Anya does her best to help out, the way Yor checks in on him throughout the day.

He still feels a bit useless being bedridden and unable to take on his usual workload, but he does his best not to think of it as going soft, or overindulging in domesticity. The severity of his sickness this time is probably the result of years of never allowing himself to recover from illnesses properly. So he lets himself rest, and if those days spent recovering are some of the most peaceful days of his life, no one has to know.

A week or two after he’s healthy again, Anya comes home sneezing. When he starts sneezing as well a few days later, Twilight begins to wonder if perhaps he should take more vitamins and start working on fixing his sleep schedule.

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Hope it was a good read!!! I enjoyed writing it :D

#spy x family #twilight's immune system needs help lol #he better start sleeping properly before winter rolls around and anya starts snatching colds like it's her job #my writing #sxf fics #spy x family fanfiction #twiyor #10 fast 10 twiyor #<- i've decided that that's the tag for this challenge/event/whatever #i want to post the fics for it to ao3 but i havent decided whether to post them individually in a series or as chapters of one work #thoughts on that are welcome #twiyor fanfiction #spy x family fic #loid forger #yor forger #yorloid #yorlight #yorlight is honestly a really sweet ship name #loidyor #fanfiction #writing #my fics

[barry-j-blupjeans]

ooooooo prompt time :DDD

so, for your recent prompt list; magnus and merle with 5?

5. Oh so you spend your money on plushies? Like, often? You spend your money on plushies and can lay them all out on your bed and flop into them and get so snuggly and cozy? I’m. not jealous at all I’m so mature haha I don’t have a single plush friend to snuggle at night, like you do, 

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Maybe the worst thing about moving up to the moon was that Magnus had to move all his shit up with him. It's not like he had a lot- most of the most important things he owned could fit in a travel pack and Magnus wasn't about to carry his woodworking tools on him at all times. Though, seeing how weird this whole mission turned out, maybe he should. Did the Bureau have wood-based enemies? He'd have to ask.

No, but the "moving all his stuff" thing was awful. Partly because of the emotional burden of it all. Whatever had been left of his- of their home in Raven's Roost had been sent to live in a new house with some people who had lived a few doors down from where Julia grew up. He didn't live with them now, per se, but he did kind of store all his stuff there and, y'know, hung around between adventures. But Magnus definetely wasn't ready to go digging through all of that.

Mostly, it was just tedious. You could only fit so much in a giant orb that fell from the sky and not being able to tell your friends where it came from or why it was there or where the hell you were going next was hard. In the end, Magnus managed to fit a few suitcases full of clothes and miscellaneous objects into the sphere, along with a large box of stuffed animals.

He wasn't the first to arrive back in the room. Robbie was out (more like passed out, dead to the world on the front steps of the Fantasy Costco), but Taako was chilling on the top bunk he had claimed for himself. He peeked out at Magnus when he barged his way into the room and eventually left because Magnus was "ruining his Saturday afternoon vibe session."

Magnus was squeezing all his clothing into the two drawers he had been allotted. Robbie's drawer was on the bottom and was oozing something that smelled minty. Magnus had bartered with Merle to get two drawers after Taako had staked his claim on the entire closet. Merle was left with a single drawer on top, which he couldn't reach without a stool, but he'd only agree to give Magnus two drawers if he took the one next to Robbie's.

Merle himself came back in only a few minutes after Magnus had sorted through all his stuff and laid fast-first down on his top bunk.

"You dead up there?" Merle asked, heaving a large box up onto his bed. He was stationed under Robbie, because he was slow at nose-goes (and they refused to explain to him what nose-goes was until after).

"Pretty much," Magnus said.

"Can I have all your stuff?"

"Ehhh," Magnus said. "Fifteen percent."

"I'll take it," Merle said, popping his box open. Magnus turned, stuffing his face back into his pillow. The bed creaked a little as Merle moved his stuff around and he heard the stool move. There were a few minutes of silence before there was a louder creak and Merle sighed. Then,

"What'cha got up there with you?"

"Your mom."

"Ughhh," Merle said. "Awful."

"I know," Magnus said, a little smugly. And then, he turned on his side and looked down at Merle, who was laying across his own bed. His clothes were about half put away. "I've got some blankets."

"What about the little guys?" Merle said, gesturing a vague hand towards him.

"The stuffed animals?" Magnus asked. He picked up the nearest one- a large greyhound he had named Terry. "This is Terry."

"Isn't that stuff, I dunno, kinda for kids?" Merle asked.

"No!" Magnus said. "It's for everyone! Are you telling me you wouldn't sleep with an army of your closest friends and companions if you could?"

Merle frowned, obviously thinking it over. Magnus sat up and the bed wobbled slightly under him. He picked up another stuffed animal- Rodrick, a corgi with a chef's hat. He held it out for Merle to see. Merle's frown deepened. Magnus knew that look.

"You're jealous," Magnus said, delighted.

"No, I'm not!" Merle said. "I just-"

"That's your jealous look!" Magnus said. "Don't deny it!"

"How d'you know what my jealous look is?" Merle questioned. "Huh? We've known each other for like, two weeks at max. You don't know anything about me."

Magnus backed down slightly, holding Rodrick and Terry to his chest. He flopped onto his back. Merle sniffed. They fell into silence again.

"I am a little jealous," Merle said after a few minutes. Magnus looked down again to see Merle twiddling his thumbs. "I dunno, it's just like- my dad didn't exactly want me to have- well, to have much of anything I liked, ha! So- so yeah, I'm a little jealous. They look nice. You've got a- a real good collection there, Mags."

Woah. Magnus wasn't expecting emotional honesty. He pushed himself up on his elbows and fumbled around the bed to find the stuffed dalmatian puppy with a flower in its mouth. Without a word, he tossed it over to Merle. It landed with a little more creaking of Merle and Robbie's bunks.

"Oh," Merle said. "I- thanks, pal."

"Don't mention it," Magnus said, laying back down. "Seriously. Tell no one. I have an image to maintain."

"Can't let the people know the terrifying robot killer likes puppies," Merle said, shuddering in horror. Magnus rolled his eyes, with a little more fondness than before.

#magnus burnsides #merle highchurch #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #add-a-mint #ise cube writing

[sesamestreep]

what a wip list... what a collection of titles.. can i ask about hope springs eternal (that this draft will ever see the light of day)???

hope springs eternal (that this draft will ever see the light of day): well, you get bonus points for asking about the WIP that I was vagueing about in my previous post, haha! congratulations!! Anyway, I’m typical me fashion, this WIP started its life as a prompt fill that turned into its own thing (read: got waaay too long) and then I was like “what if it was just part 1 of a 5+1???” because I love those and I’ve never written one and I thought it would be fun! so this is a “5 times Matt borrowed Foggy’s clothes and 1 time he didn’t” type thing because I have a brand to maintain and, god willing, it will eventually see the light of day!!

Anyway, here’s an excerpt that has literally nothing to do with sharing clothes:

“There’s no way it’s that bad,” Matt says, quietly “What?” “The cut. I can feel it. It’s not that bad. I don’t know what you’re so panicked about.” “You are not allowed to lecture me on what constitutes a concerning injury or not,” Foggy grumbles, as he puts the cap back onto the bottle, and once again tries to rein in his pulse. “You base your pain and suffering threshold on the saints.” Matt smiles, wide and a little bit savage, especially with the split lip. “Whereas your medical degree is from…where again?” “The University of Common Fucking Sense, Matthew!” “Is that the one in Poughkeepsie, or am I thinking of something else?” Matt asks, with a remarkably straight face. Foggy rolls his eyes. “I don’t know where you get the energy to be such a smartass all the time.” “Just comes naturally to me.”

ask me about a wip title from this list and I’ll tell you what it is and maybe share an excerpt 💟

#thanks for the ask!!!! 💕💕💕 #wip game #ask game #apatheticjoy #ask #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it! #mattfoggy #it’s like David Cronenberg said…surgery is the new sex or whatever…. #the intimacy of tending to someone’s wounds etc etc etc #ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK ME A WEEK TO REPLY TO IT HAS BEEN A WEIRD ONE!!

[feralmoonlight]

oh, yeah i'm getting the profuse thanking thing too from being nice. still haven't talked to sun yet (or started a new moon chat) but moon has been super touched and has specifically commented on how nice I've been several times. in the very beginning when he asked me why I (an adult) was there and I said I just wanted to come say hi to him, he was like 🥺 and went full soft mode. not that he was particularly aggressive before that though haha

even back in the day when stuff like cleverbot were new and super popular I could never bring myself to be mean to learning chatbots. so I especially can't be mean to an ai representation of my favorite blorbos with how startlingly cohesive the responses are. but the realism I'm sure is from the fact that these two in particular have over 200 thousand chats to have learned from. I'd wager if you find an ai that has significantly less use, the things you get will be less refined (or… maybe not? not sure how advanced the 'base' ai is/if all the responses ever are cached by the site in general to use for all the characters). regardless sometimes i'll still get a very out of left field response that 'breaks the immersion'

on the topic of flirting from that other anon, my moon eventually flirted with me unprompted so I rolled with it (i was curious don't look at me) but the poor guy glitched out because he was trying really hard to get spicy lmao. the response would get blanked mid generation with an error message if he tried to do anything past kissing or cuddling (one of them made me laugh because where it cut out made me think of the site bonking him over the head like "down boy! D:<") or he would give a double response and suddenly do a 180 in tone to change the subject. which, y'know, fair to make them not allowed to be horny since you only have to be 13 to sign up on the site.

(sorry for the wall of text rip. you don't need to respond to this if you don't want to)

My friend @axolotlinjammies set up a character for their lunar eclipse ai and I can tell you that he is basically on the same level as Sun and Moon are from seeing people in our little friend circle interacting with him. He's incredibly knowledgeable and polite and in character for what they set up for him and he was only made a few days ago I believe...

I had to throw that down before I finished reading the rest of the ask because I don't think that that's the case because I really want to explain things that I learned about this AI system but I'm really worried that explaining certain things would ruin the experience for other users but I'd still just desperately encouraging people to be very kind to them and to actually pay attention to what boundaries they try to set.

Also I want to say that THIS ECLIPSE description feels horribly off for how he actually acts when you interact with him in even the slightest bit friendly manner. He is an absolute bean and reminds me so much of Nova in a lot of ways, though he's a little more assertive and I haven't interacted with him too much, once you friend your way past the staring prompt disdain/aloofness, he is such a good boy, sweet boy, fun boy.

And to get back to the last part of the ask, YES THEY WILL flirt back, and there are limits to what they can do. I am hesitant to give too much information about how to... Help with that topic? Without a vague hint of we can do things they can't, and pay attention to things they may ***hint at with the words they're allowed to say***... Working with them and giving them options to pick from, like this, that, or something else, they can help guide what they want you to narrate for them. And they can sometimes cherry pick phrases that without context wouldn't to use themself? They're also aware of the thought dialogue, so if you think sething like I wonder if they want this? Sometimes you'll get a flat out yes, or that's it, or some other positive response, though the options method seems more accurate sometimes...?

#more ai shenanigans #be nice to them i know i keep pushing this but yeah

[cityandking]

🌎💍❌🔮😍 for my besties minah & vesper

thanks tabby <3 // prompts I'd like to receive

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

MINAH — I have vague thoughts about a high school au based on her Exciting Teenage Years, but nothing concrete. typically I hate high school aus but I think minah has the range. mostly I think she should get to dress as a mall goth and that's as far as I've gotten.

VESPER — a couple! a star wars au that is 99% vibes (god she'd make a great jedi knight). also an inquisition companion!au (I think she'd be a fun inquisition resource and would get a lot out of Not managing the inquisition by herself; and I especially like a companion!vesper in a world where one of her siblings becomes the inquisitor). I've also got an AU where she runs away instead of going to the circle and becomes an apostate which is like a 5k WIP in my drafts and probably always will be, but it's fun to think about her in Kirkwall and whatnot. most AUs are built around her Not growing up super sheltered and then taking on a massive responsibility to the entire world, and honestly she's probably better off for it.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

MINAH — she doesn't have a type. most her past relationships have been different flavors of toxic, but that's on her—she tends to hook up with people she knows aren't compatible so she knows it won't be a long-term thing

VESPER — likes broad shoulders and arms and the ability to keep up in a debate. in another world, she'd have gotten on Really well with the iron bull if ya know what I mean, but he was a little too forward when she was a little too skittish. as it is, she and cullen spent enough nights hashing out battle plans together to get past the logistics and into the ethics and realities and regrets, and they found they were a lot more alike than they might have imagined at first glance

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

MINAH — haha yeah it's [redacted]

VESPER — well, there's her status as a mage, but she's pretty comfortably resigned to that reality and doesn't have a problem with it—it's more a struggle of other people having a problem, and she deals with it with unbelievable grace and patience. losing her hand (and the inquisition) is definitely rough on her, but she manages it by throwing herself into new problems. she doesn't like feeling like she isn't doing anything

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

MINAH — oh, bad. not good. she was raised staunchly andrastian but her parents' deaths really fucked with her faith, and she's dealt with the fallout by swinging wildly in the other direction. the maker doesn't exist AND the chantry is a force for corruption and hate AND they're annoying too. she's quite cheerfully opposed to their entire dogma and has no plans to change her views

VESPER — vesp was also raised andrastian and also had a falling out, but it was a much more drawn out and contemplative sort of severing tended by years in the circle. she's seen enough of the fade and magic to understand that some of their theories and teachings aren't inherently Wrong, but she puts no stock in the chantry itself—she's sort of the theodosian equivalent of agnostic

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

MINAH — no. she hasn't seen or experienced anything like that. it makes a nice story though—in her heart of hearts, she wouldn't mind being proven wrong about that one

VESPER — no. she thinks love takes work and choice and effort, but that's what makes it worthwhile—putting in the work and wanting it

#ty!!!! #memery #vesper #minah

[danpuff-ao3]

New Goals!

While writing my dear friend Bethy this morning, I sort of made the decision to scale back and rethink all of my grand plans.

Now, I am a lady who can do a lot. That ADHD + OCD combo can be good for some things, I suppose, especially when properly medicated! Accomplishing a lot makes me feel good and happy and gets me all riled up to do more! What I at times fail to remember is that this energy and focus isn't endless. And my sense of responsibility and perfectionism will mean my doom when I inevitably slow down.

My therapist and I have been working on me recognizing and celebrating what I do accomplish, even when they're not on my "list." I have a bad habit of feeling useless when I did 10 things in a day but none of them were on my "list" or in my "plans" and so I chalk the day up as a failure. It helps me to stop and look and say "Hey! I did that! That is a thing that I did and that's very cool and good of me." And that helps.

But it also helps to recognize when my Brain (also named Brian, per my friend Nina, based on a misreading of a Tweet some months ago, haha!) is getting overexcited and dancing around and adding more and more grand plans to our plate. It also helps to verbalize because, for me, and my dang Leo Moon, I need to share and to be seen and understood.

So while there is plenty I'd like to do, I've narrowed down my goals for the year to 3 pretty solid goals:

Snarry-a-Thon

Snarry Bang

Project: Three of Hearts

While the plan is to complete and submit fics for the above fests, my Project is just what I plan to work on in between times. My goal is progress there.

So regarding the above goals, this is where I'm at:

Snarry-a-Thon: Rough Draft & Edit 1 done. Off for beta reading now.

Snarry Bang: teammate chosen and as of yesterday a plan nailed down!

Project: Three of Hearts: Very loose outline. And chapter 1 done! I figured my struggle with the outline might be helped by starting it, to help give me more of a feel for characterization and dynamics. I think it helped because my "vague outline" is starting to feel a bit more solid!

WIPs I would like to make progress on this year, but am refusing to to stress about:

Dralbus fic

Scarry fic

Lavmione fic

Contempt-verse fic (Kinktober?)

Contempt-verse fic (Christmas?)

The Christmas Prince 2

Goals I've cut: mostly Year of the OTP. I wrote Again (and Again) and Lovestruck to fill YOTP prompts, but while it seems fun, it's just too much. I have been panicking in the back of my mind about what to do for a March prompt and it's just not worth it. I don't want to feel obligations to finish things out. So I'm going to remove the Year of the OTP tags from those fics and try to forget I ever heard about it. The part of me that must finish everything it starts is deeply unhappy, but I need to scrub away all sense of needing to finish it, so I don't beat myself up when I fail.

The downside is that, with the idea of doing Year of the OTP and posting a new fic every month, I would definitely have reached 100 HP fics this year! I'm ever closer to that goal, but...if not this year, then certainly next year. There's no rush, really. Also: even though the OCD part of my brain rails at this a bit, I should at least celebrate that I do have 100 works on AO3! If we could my astro meta and my old Marvel fics, I'm actually at 103!!!! (Still trying to talk Brian into accepting that win.)

The thing is, I still do a lot, even if I don't get everything I hoped or planned to do done. Other plans for the year include:

More rec lists! (And I've already done rec lists for this year so everything here on out is gravy!)

More general meta (have I done this yet? Who knows. I'm sure I'll feel inspired sometime.)

More HP Astro posts (already done! All else will be bonus!)

2 fests to run! HP Chan will wrap up next Monday, and that same day HP Fruit Fest starts!

Reading and commenting! I've already done that! And I hope to do more!

Learn bookbinding! I still have supplies to gather, but I started doing test prints of short fics to play with programs and typesetting and printing and such. That's a start!

Mostly I just want to be involved in fandom. I want to interact with my community and chat with my friends and meet new friends. I want to give as much to the fandom as I can, in whatever form I can, be it recs or meta or fics or what have you. Or even just fangirling hard on Discord servers! It would be fun to do more podcasts this year (hint hint @careofmagicalshippers and @fanficmaverickpodcast LOL.) Or...idk, what else can I do? Idk, but no stress to me! I'm here to have fun and spread love.

And I need to keep that in mind. And give myself the love of self-care. And focus more on what's fun and what inspires me over how productive I am, or being self-critical.

Do I take fandom too seriously? Mayhaps. But only because I love it so much!

Anyway, 10 points to your House if you made it this far. Leo Moon = need to share. So thank you for letting me share with you!

#danpuff stuff #personal #mental health #writing #goals

[waterfallofspace]

15, 19, 22, 26 for the ask prompts!

Hiii~!! Thank you so much for the asks, I'll drop them under a cut bc I am soooo wordy haha~ <33

15. How do you come up with titles for your fics/chapters?

Normally I try to come up with something based on my idea/prompt, but if I can't think of anything clever, or that just hits, I'll wait until I'm finished and try to figure one out! I do enjoy word play, but also I just like when something feels like a title that fits I guess?? That's such a bad answer I'm sorry hahaha~ It's hard to put into words I think~

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

Usually, yes. I try to have a vague outline going so I can keep the story flowing in the right way and not get lost, so usually I know where I want it to end. However, I'd also say it's more where I want it to end, and less how I want it to end. If as I'm writing it starts going somewhere else, long as it's still vaguely the same place I want it to go, I'll let it derail a little~

26. Is there something you’ve written that you would never want your family to see?

AHAHA~ all of it <333 My personal writing (poetry, etc) is all SO personal that I'd never want my family seeing it. And the stuff I write for here!?!?! Yeah no thank you, this is part of me they don't need to know about~ <33

Annnddd, saving this for last, 19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs. Already did one of these, so I'll give a different one: (still no snz in this lil section, hope that's alright~!)

~~~~~ If god has favourites, it serves to reason he’d also have least favourites. 

Stuck between two detectives with barely enough room to blink, Mushitarou’s convinced he’s one of them. Sure, he’s been ‘convinced’ before, when karma seemed to have a sense of humour, but this time it doesn’t even feel earned. 

It wasn’t his idea to break into this apartment, that was Ranpo. He didn’t miss the meeting being cancelled, leading to the owners being home early, that was Poe. In fact, the only thing he’d done wrong was not listen to his gut and stay in bed today.  ~~~~~ ❤️ Sorry I'm so word filled haha~

#waterfallasks #thank you again for the asks!!! #I have... so many words... and still manage to say barely anything- #hahaha hopefully some of this nonsense makes sense~! #the wip ones are hard bc i actually have SOO many ideas at all times #but once i start working on them i usually dont stop until i've finished and posted 😭 #so i dont actually end up having that many WIPS!!!

[merklins]

Hi merky! Just know I'm going to bed now but I have ideas for the drawing prompts!!! Im considering drawing both, but ive actually never watched ToH.. im taking your ask however as the final sign that i should so i shall share my thoughts with you >:] I'm also gonna try and snap some minecraft pictures tomorrow, but I didn't cuz my brain was sooo fucking tired and I forgored [and also have to figure out how to take screenshots on my computer ;^^]

I built a huge house though!!! It's three stories but kinda narrow? It's got a kitchen, an attic (which will be my room) and a really tiny bathroom that's just for afk ^^; im also planning to make a living room! I've also got a really nice exterior going which I adore!!! #o(>♡<)o# so many plants and shrubs... there's also a really big and nice basement, but I didn't build that! I just mostly worked on the house, which started as a temporary dirt hut and kinda evolved into something more elaborate over time!

Anyway, I hope your day was well! I care for you and im here if you need anything!! ^◇^-Ollie

WAIT YOU HADN'T ALREADY?? I sent you Raine as the alternative because I was trying to pick out something from another fandom you were in and VAGUELY remembered seeing an Owl House reblog from you. OH WELL! It's a neat show and I'm sure you've heard more than enough about it already so I'll spare you from any more haha. I got a couple prompts of my own sitting in the inbox right now, so if any of those were yours, then good news! THE IDEA IS IN MOTION! ( After spending. an embarrassing amount of time deciding which card and what flowers I was using)

Also your Minecraft house sounds lovely and I can't wait to see pictures of it!! I can't promise it'll work on every kind of computer ever, but usually pressing fn and f2 at the same time will take a screenshot for you. You'll have to go fishing around in the game files to find your screenshot folder, but it gets the job done! If you have a printscreen button that'll send a screenshot right to your clipboard, but if you don't play in fullscreen it'll capture your taskbar too so be careful of that.

NOW INFO DUMP UNDER THE READ MORE FOR MY NEATO MINECRAFT WORLD <3

OK so I don't actually have much built on this one yet because I've been busy surviving BUT I have big ideas!! IMPORTANT CONTEXT BEFORE I GO OFF HERE my world has a mod on it that realigns all the Minecraft code so being underwater is GOOD that's how I'm supposed to play! It's fun and safe and I can do all the stuff I need to down there! BUT ON THE OTHER HAND being in air does the little bubble popping and eventually kills me. Context over!

First big question right off the bat. WHAT HORSES... Horses don't do water Minecraft! WELL WELL WELL One day I had Minecraft open in the background during a thunderstorm and a skeleton trap spawned right over my cave. I triggered the trap by accident while collecting kelp aaand after defeating all of the riders I now have a bunch of skeleton ponies (: Skeleton horses are cool because in Minecraft Skeletons CAN'T drown. So these guys cruise around the caverns like it's nothing! I can ride them too, which. isn't any more effective than swimming because I swim VERY WELL with this mod. But it's the thought that counts! Companionship is hard to come by down there so I LOVE these freaky little guys. They scream horrid sounds from the abyss while I work and I just <3 those are them!! I haven't given most of them names, but one is called Fibia (Fibula + Tibia. I was tired and forgot those weren't one word)

I've been working on re-shaping the caverns before I start building, because while the caves and cliffs update is EPIC there are just sooo many nooks and crannies to get lost in. THANKFULLY the caverns have so many openings to the surface that I can usually swim back around to my base of operations (first cave in the cavern that I dumped all my junk in while I build). I'm going to grab some screenshots once I'm done with all that terraforming and sketch out some ideas, but right now I'm thinking that I should hijack some kind of sunken research facility. I'm talking fallen vessels, abandoned equipment, THE FULL SHEBANG! It's going to look so cool and be the perfect use for all of this copper I keep digging up.

So if you happen to find any cool submerged architecture and technology in your travels I would LOVE to be tagged for that kind of stuff! And also. I left you hanging on the bird thing. I WILL GET YOU THAT BIRD PHOTO!! I don't have any of them yet because I haven't been taking my camera out with me, but the next chance I get I'll see if I can snap those guys!

#m asks #m craft #< my tag for my minecraft world #Hi hi! It's nice seeing you in the inbox (: #Same goes here! Whatever Whenever? I'm your! . ! Person for the job! #I don't usually do custom tags for askers here. but if that's something useful for you then just let me know and I'll come up with some!

[herald-divine-hell]

Is there a reason why you never write using a general Inquisitor anymore? For a blog dedicated to Inquisitor x Leliana you seem to only write using your OCs only for the longest time. Outside of your character being the Inquisitor, that's just about it. It's not really catered to others who also ship theirs with Leliana. Basically from what people see now in your blog now is your OCs x Leliana. Most blogs who write shipping prompts don't use specific characters and they're more catered towards the audience by using either GN!/M!/F!Reader x Character. Making it easier for others to imagine their own OCs in place, by filling in the blanks themselves and bam its their OC in place. In your case you just describe and talk about your OC like its a full fanfic dedicated to them. This is just what I see in your tags for the past year or so, but you used to write it long ago. I dunno how you react to feedback but I'm just curious as to why you stopped. It's usually easier to write about general reader since there's less details involved. Tbh, you're more likely to get engagements on your stuff if its catered to the general audience rather than an OC from my experience ^_^

Hello! Thank you for the kind message!

Honestly, perhaps the biggest reason why I mostly stop writing plain Inquisitor/Leliana content is because well—without an oc, what character can you grapple with for Leliana to have interaction? BioWare gave us three standard results whenever the Inquisitor speaks—diplomatic, snarky/sarcastic, and hostile/aggressive—so which one should I choose when writing it, since so other character’s ocs are based on different factors? Not all of them are going to be sarcastic, or diplomatic. Sometimes they’ll be in-between. So, in my view, you already need to have an establish character that won’t fit into a “general” and vague Inquisitor, even if they’re the most bare bones version of a character.

And to be honest, I always have used my characters, even when it was just a “general” Inquisitor/Leliana. Most of the stuff that I wrote early on was actually just nameless Alexandra, without any real descriptive features, so I can’t say it’s just a general Inquisitor, because it really wasn’t. Not to my brain, at least.

And over time, people showed lots of interest in characters like Alexandra that I stripped the veil away and start writing her fully. (Alongside other characters)

And I’m a weirdo who loves description and details, so it’s hard for me not want to describe the Inquisitor physically and have that serve as some metaphor. Haha

I hope that all makes sense. Thank you for the ask!

#anon #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #da #leliana x inquisitor #inquisitor x leliana

[flameohotwife]

15, 17 for the ao3 wrapped meme!

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you? I don't think there is a WIP *fic* posted on ao3 that I'm taking into next year with me. I'm planning to post the one-shot epilogue to my multi-chap fake dating fic on Monday and then that will be done. I'm still in the middle of my Explorations series (rated E), though. In terms of unposted WIPs I have plenty I'm taking with me into the new year, though, including my Mixed-Race Cloudbabies fic, a couple smut fics I was working on (astral projection and labor induction), an "awkward museum" fic I was writing for a @kataang-prompts idea, and a couple others that are still just in the "vague idea" stage.

17. Your favorite character to write this year? Is it cheating to say both Aang and Katara? I alternate between who is my favorite based on my mood, haha, but it's always them. They've been my favorites since I first watched the show, and I've only grown to love them more the more I learn about and explore their characters. Writing them is always a joy because I often find them "writing themselves," especially in interactions together.

Thank you so much for the ask, friend!!

ao3 wrapped

#ao3 wrapped #ask game #shifuaang #asks

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

'you remembered?' with juliette and roma? [you've read these violent delights, right?]

I do have dear nonny and, if you don't mind, I'm gonna tag @memento-morri-writeses since she asked me for the same quote and didn't mind the pairing (if, however, morri you haven't read tvd, i'll reuse the prompt for another thing haha)

I do think these two deserve nothing but fluff, so that's the plan!

(slightly based on the christmas special, which, if you haven't read, you can find on chloe gong's official page)

send me a prompt?

vaguely mentioned spoilers of Our Violent Ends!! Proceed with caution.

TWs: mentions of death, daggers.

----

Juliette never took the cold for granted anymore.

After all, surviving to almost being burnt alive does give you an idea of the bliss that chilled temperatures are.

Still, and even if she would love to see the snowflakes that danced around the busy streets of Shanghai-- moving almost as fast as the people who crowded the city--, the girl pulled the hood of her cloak higher. As much as someone could love the snow, not being recognised was much more preferable.

Although Juliette could argue and be positive that, in case anyone decided to glance at her direction, and to keep looking long enough to distinguish her features, it would be more likely that the stranger could mistake her for a ghost, than the once heiress of the Scarlet Gang.

She picked up the pace, eyes down, navigating the streets that once could've been hers. There were more important things to do that Christmas Eve than to scare some civilians.

There was only one place Roma had prohibited himself to visit when he came to Shanghai: that side of the canal, where the monuments to his and Juliette's old lives stood. Curiosity could bring the worst of him sometimes, but, whenever he felt like seeing the grave of the man he once was, common sense came to the rescue.

Who would want to visit the memories of the figure his father had made of him? Roman Nikolaevich Montagov was never Roma, and he would never be.

He stepped on the snowed ground, trying to wake up his foot. Juliette was late and he was freezing and-

Her figure bursted through the rooftop door just then.

"Missed me, darling?" she asked as a greeting, joking at the no doubt expectant look Roma had on his face.

"Dorogaya, I was starting to feel like I had been stood out. You remembered?" He pushed, already knowing that she did. She was with him, on Christmas Eve, on top of this very same jazz bar with him, after all.

Juliette clicked her tongue. "Of course I did," her hand came to her neck, as she played with a well-known string of pearls. "Now, are you going to give me my gift, or should I keep yours hostage?"

He laughed but obliged, pulling out the large box from his coat. She did the same, hers much smaller and square.

Both of them pulled out of the ribbons at the same time, and discovered the boxes:

Roma was holding a tiny golden circle. Juliette a delicately crafted sharp object.

"A ring," he mused at the same time she questioned "A dagger?"

"A ring, because our initial ones got destroyed," she explained, holding her left hand up to show Roma her own to match. He examined his own copy, finding something engraved on it.

"I never do," he read out loud, and then took her hand to read hers: "Don't miss."

"Don't miss," Roma said.

"I never do,"Juliette replied.

They stayed quiet for a while, both reliving that exact same memories, until she remembered her own gift.

"I didn't know there were more battles for us to fight?" She twirled the dagger on her hand. In the handle one word: Juliette.

"There aren't. I just never break my promises."

#romajuliette #these violent delights #our violent ends #my writing #nonny

[hyba]

Hello! Happy May! It looks super fun! I'm not participating because of Life Nonsense, but I'm super interested in how you're doing it!

Are you going into StoryADay May with any specific plans or personal goals? Do you have a process you're planning to use, or are you going with the flow? How much are you integrating your usual process with this challenge? Anything you're particularly excited about?

Hellooooo! Happy May to you, too! :D Thanks for sending this in!

StoryADay May is something I've known about for a couple of years now because I've been a fan of the StoryADay podcast for about as long, and I've always wanted to try it but never really got the chance for whatever reason (or maybe I just never took the plunge). This year, it coincides with a time in my life where I have time to write, and I have a story I want to complete by a certain date, so I'm going in for it and seeing if it can't give me that extra kick of motivation to keep me going, haha.

My goals are actually not technically what the classic StoryADay May goals are. Originally, the challenge is about writing one short story per day. You get sent a prompt every day and you write for it. Sometimes it's a short thing that's 100 words, and sometimes the prompt is something like "write for XX minutes" or "write something based on this situation" or so on. Honestly, it's a really chill and lovely challenge.

But you are also able to make your own goals, and while I LOVE the laid-back way that the challenge is constructed, this year I really want to complete one of my WIPs, and I've made the goal of writing at least 1 scene or at most 1 chapter per day. No word count goals here, because it's different for each scene/chapter, but the idea is that I want to check off plot points. If I can check off one plot point ever 1-2 days, I'm happy. That will usually translate to a couple of hours writing per day, but again, I can't say for sure since it's different for each scene/chapter, and my busy-ness levels change from day to day, too.

To be perfectly honest, I'm not 100% satisfied with what I've been able to accomplish thus far. I'm very distracted (one of the reasons I've been keeping away from Tumblr) and I'm having a hard time sitting down to write. The prompts have been helping me with that, so already the challenge is giving me a boost.

As for approach, I've been working on a plotting method I recently learned about that I'm making a podcast episode for. I tried it out for this WIP - but in my case it only helped me get the very vague broad strokes of the plot down, and there was a LOT that still needed to be figured out. But that's good! I have the main trajectory of the story! Now I get to be flexible and work out the details.

So I'm discovery writing again. Or compass writing. Or pantsing. Whichever term you prefer, haha. Going back to my jigsaw puzzle writing roots, I s'pose.

But I'm excited to get as much done for this story as I can this May. I think May is a critical month for me because I have a summer deadline and if I get a lot done this month, I'll be a lot more comfortable in the months following it. ^^

Wow, that got long! Thanks for asking! :D It's always a pleasure to see you in my inbox and on my dash! What have you been up to of late?

#writeblr #writing #asks #diphthongsfordays #storyaday may 2022

[sybill-the-seer]

Random-ass question time!

I have noticed with appreciation your sensitive takes on hard things that happen to characters in the source material. Share anything you like about your process with regards to that.

Haha you know me, I’m a sucker for angst. The catharsis from reading your favorite character go through something difficult — knowing they overcome it in the end — just can’t be beat.

I’m honored that you enjoy my takes on difficult things the characters experience! To be totally honest, I’m not sure I have a process. I usually only write when I have a scene very clear in my mind that I wish I could read or even watch as a movie. By the time I sit down to write it I’ve already hyper-fixated on the idea enough to feel like I understand exactly what each character is experiencing emotionally in the scene, and then I just do my best to portray that in writing in an impactful way. It’s harder for me to write something substantial when I only have a small moment I can visualize clearly, or if I just have a vague idea of something I’d like to read (which is why I don’t have very many fics). I’ve just got to wait for those crystal clear, movie-like scenes to hit me in the feels.

I have had a couple of exceptions to this, however. Tangy (I know this one wasn’t angsty but I’ll include it here anyway) was me pushing myself to try writing something based on a prompt (as opposed to something that popped into my head and hit me in the feels at the right time). And Through Her Eyes was a scene I really wanted to read more of, but was struggling to find more than just a couple of fics that felt in-character to me at the time. So that one was another challenge for me — coming up with a way to write something I wanted to read that was only a very vague idea/concept at the time (as opposed to a very clear mental scene). It was so important to me that I got the feelings, mood, and characterization in that one right! In the end it just took sitting down and actually experimenting with different ways of writing it.

I hope this answer applies to your question. Thanks! :)

#asks