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[travelingneuritis]

Hi! For the questions for fic writers posts, let's say 7, 15, and 29

I'll specify Now Entering Incognito Mode! For 29, though I'd also happily accept that answered for any of your MDZS fics :)

hiiiiii!! thanks for asking :)) strap in it's RAMBLIN' TIME

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

when the sun goes out is probably the strongest worldbuilding i've ever done, not despite but because it's a near-future setting that is meant to be recognizably similar to the world we live in now, and which also spans enough years that some generational shift must be accounted for in the worldbuilding as well. it took a lot of time and effort getting the balance right so that the magic felt real but also still felt magical, and also so that the reader became comfortable making assumptions about what was possible and likely in that world, but didn't feel betrayed when those assumptions were upended for dramatic effect. i'm really happy with that setting and it was both the culmination of a lot of ideas present in earlier fics, and the seed of some later worldbuilding that pushed those ideas further

also a place upon the mountain, my legend of zelda: breath of the wild fic from a few years back, where i got to 1. flesh out and scale up an already beautifully-developed Hyrule and 2. work in some sheikah backstory headcanon material. (that's also one of the few ao3 fics i ever got a snippy comment on, ironically enough about the worldbuilding, but i think maybe it just wasn't the fic for that particular commenter) (we shan't talk about my old ff dot net account. I got hate on there constantly lol)

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

in imitation of life, i've always loved the traditional themes of sci fi and often incorporate them to some degree in my canon-setting or modern AUs, but i also super duper love the classic trappings of sci fi. (also, i think MXTX stories in general lend themselves to sci fi settings, just on account of how much she fixates on What It Means To Be Human and Who Deserves Redemption and Is All This Really Worth All That and Does Having Easy Access To Everything Your Heart Could Ever Desire Actually Make You A Better Person, Or, Like, Even Happy At All? Which is. you know. textbook sci fi stuff)

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for Now Entering Incognito Mode!? Explain your choices if you want!

ok ok ok so this is hard because i don't usually have playlists for fics or even really for characters-- whatever i'm listening to a lot of at the time will kind of be the de-facto soundtrack but i'm not necessarily seeking out music to Build The Vibe. but i still wanna answer this, so i just dug through my listen history for the months i was writing it and.... huh. my subconscious was really onto something

This City Is A Graveyard, Baby Storme - SQQ's upbeat, poppy, catchy inner monologue about the unlivable hellscape that is a world without LBH Wild World, Cat Stevens - LBH doesn't resent SQQ for casting him off, he just thinks maybe SQQ didn't think this through all the way! and maybe SQQ will come to regret it! but like, all the best, Shizun! I'm sure you'll be super happy without me :) :) :) Are You That Somebody, Aaliyah - LBH has a sexy, sharp-nailed plan of seduction and closure Give Me One Reason, Tracy Chapman - new plan LBH just wants a hug now B-A-B-Y, Carla Thomas - "I live for you and can't help it/You know I really don't want to help it" like. COME ON Witchi-Tai-To, Brewer and Shipley - LBH's joyous inner rhapsody when he finally gets his dick wet Psycho, Red Velvet - SQQ's inner monologue when he finally gets his dick wet

i bet if i thought about it AT ALL i could come up with some better bingqiu playlists but tbh the one i came up with accidentally by just being in the mood for this handful of songs....... doesn't NOT work???

#ask meme #writing #pretty sure i initially saw 'Psycho' referenced in an x_los BingQiu fic so i can't give my subconscious credit for that one. #x_los was right btw. Psycho is SO bingqiu. you agree

[oldies-enthusiast]

Stolen: Ch. 1 | Dick Brewer x reader

A/N: Hey everyone! Enjoy your quarantine with this new YG thing I wrote. Requests are open and appreciated, as always. —Ally xx

Chapter 2 | requested by @hecatemacbeth7​

There were no words to describe the utmost hell Richard Brewer went through that morning.

The hardest was not having the courage to look the man before him in the eye. It was all wrong. After all, it was John Tunstall, his benefactor, the closest thing to a father he’d ever had. The thought that the man who generously saved his life when he wasn’t even sure he wanted to keep on living, should possibly mourn the loss of his only child, was driving Richard insane with pain and guilt.

Because the truth was, he felt responsible for what had happened.

The first thing that alarmed them when they entered the dining room that morning was how eerily dark and lifeless it was. No fire in the stove, no sound of clanking plates and glasses in the kitchen. Not a trace of that fine, savory scent which filled the house every morning and greeted the Regulators after a long day of hard work. And the most sinister of all—no sign of you.

Searching your room, the whole house and eventually every inch of the property did nothing to unveil the mystery of your disappearance. While the six young men gazed expectantly at Mr. Tunstall, whose brows furrowed as he grew sick with worry, Dick was silently cursing his own stupidity and whatever it was that had kept him from reaching out to you the previous night.

He was seeing everything in a flash. He remembered the day he first saw you in town. He had crept up to the trader’s market, tucked behind a wooden barrel, waiting for a fat man to shield him from the merchant’s view and allow him to finally snatch that ripe, red apple which made his mouth water. You saw him crouching in dirty rags like a cat ready to jump. Maybe you even sensed the excrutiating hunger clawing on the inside of his stomach. He spotted you at the last moment, as his held-out hand was inching toward the fruit. You couldn’t have been older than fourteen, he thought. You were pulling on the sleeve of the gentleman beside you, pointing your finger at his starved frame. No sooner had Dick prepared to run, not even waiting to hear the familiar shriek (“Thief!”), than the friendly-looking man approached him with a sympathetic glint in his eye. To his undying amazement, the noble man merely reached for the apple he had been eyeing, wasting no time in pulling a couple of shiny quarters out of his pocket and paying for the treat. Dick couldn’t recover from surprise as he stared at the outstretched hand before him.

“There, son. You must be hungry.”

He barely managed to nod his head before burying his teeth in the heavenly sweetness.

“My name’s John Tunstall. And this is my daughter, [Y/N].”

Not even the delightful taste on his tongue could come close to the sudden wave of warmth and comfort that washed over him when he met your eyes for the first time. Standing before him was something he’d never encountered in his short life—a friendly face.

Little Dick Brewer found home that day.

He admired your kindness and the motherly care you showed in tending to each young man your father took under his wing. You treated them like family, mending their clothes, cooking and looking after the boys who took place of the brothers you’d always wished you had.

He reminisced of the times you spent together, your friendship strengthening and his love for you blossoming with each day. Growing up side by side brought you closer together than he could ever imagine. As the time went on, your secret spot under an old oak tree on a steep hill behind the house became your favourite hiding place. Nobody knew about it but you and Richard. He couldn’t count all the times you spent sitting in the shade, daydreaming and trading secret hopes and fears in your little private universe.

It was under that same tree that years later something finally pushed him over the line, giving him just enough courage to sheepishly run his hand over your cheek and whisper in your ear how much he loved you. He hardly believed his eyes when you leaned into him, laying your head on his chest and confessing that he’d been the only man in your heart for as long as you could remember. Your lips sealed a moment later, drowning out the rest of the world as you melted in his embrace.

He didn’t leave your side even as Murphy invaded your father’s property, followed by Sheriff Brady and his demonic men threatening to make your life a living hell if he refused to play by their dirty rules. The blazing anger in your eyes was enough to scare the Regulators and make sure to hold you back from firing your gun at the trespassers right then and there.

That afternoon Dick gave you a sign to meet him under the old oak later in the evening. He had already been thinking about revealing your unbeknownst love to your father and the rest of the guys for quite some time. Hiding such a sacred thing somehow didn’t feel right anymore. All he needed was your approval, after which you could only hope for the best.

Part of him felt like his whole world was crushing when you didn’t show up that night. His suspicions grew darker with each passing minute. He hated himself for feeling so lost and miserable. The anguish and jealousy were tearing him apart as the memories came flooding back: you taking an immediate liking to the new Regulator, that sandy-haired weasel, laughing at his jokes and keeping him out of trouble. Dick couldn’t even bring himself to check your room that night, afraid he might run into Billy right at your door.

And when he thought nothing could hurt him more than being stood up like that, the daybreak brought a chilling discovery. You were nowhere to be found.

How could I have been so stupid? If only I’d been thinking straight. If I hadn’t been so caught up in my own doubts, she’d still be with us.

That’s when they found the letter.

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10 headcanons abt meta iroh....

So I’m taking this to mean my actual legit canon Iroh as he is in the show.

Iroh loved Azulon. Feared, yes. Admired? He couldn’t after he learned about the true cost of war, and how his father had perpetrated the vast majority of the atrocities in it. Oh, Sozin started the war and committed genocide and Ozai would have killed the world in fire, but Iroh is a son of the man who tore the world to shreds over the course of 80 years of warfare. Iroh knows many of things Azulon did during that time, watched him sign the orders himself, including the one that ultimately sent Lu Ten to his death. He should hate the man. But Iroh still loved his father.

The top three proudest days of Iroh’s life are the day Lu Ten is born, the day Zuko becomes Fire Lord, and the day Zuko becomes a father himself.

Iroh is incredibly picky and enthusiastic about teas and is the kind of intensely-enthusiastic connoisseur who wants you to try this amazing tea he discovered and brewed. He’s also the kind of intensely-enthusiastic who feels personally if you don’t appreciate it.

Relatedly, this is possibly the pettiest and dumbest reason Iroh and Azula do not get along. Iroh prefers floral notes and delicate white and green teas that also allow the brewer to show off their skill in preparation. Azula, on the other hand, prefers the darker black or red teas, with spice and smoke. And absolutely hates floral notes. She didn’t have the ability to explain this as a child, and it just...never got straightened out over the years. So now they’re at the point where Iroh thinks she’s insulting his tea because she’s a brat, and she thinks he’s insulting her by serving her tea she hates.

Iroh is absolutely a divorcee. She wanted out. Technically, he could have forbade it; he had the right not only as the Crown Prince but as the husband to not sign the paperwork. He didn’t even think about not signing. She wanted out, and he wasn’t going to be that much of a dick.

The divorce happened before Lu Ten died.

Sometimes, especially if he’s been drinking, he’ll decide he has to win her back. It’s probably a good thing that he’s not quite sure where she is. It’s also probably a good thing Lt. Jee listened to Zuko and not him during those moments when they were banished.

Iroh, on some level, knows he should have challenged Ozai for his birthright. He could have stopped the war sooner, could have saved Zuko a lot of pain, actually given him a childhood. That same knowledge lives alongside the thought of not leaving a broken nation on a teenager’s shoulders.

Iroh, however, is very, very good at waiting out problems until they deal with themselves. A siege mentality, if you would.

Eventually, he doesn’t exactly repair his relationship with his niece, because that would imply a relationship existed in the first place. He realizes he has to stop projecting all his shame and anger at other family members onto her, leaving her in the shadows of dead men. (Including the man he used to be) She lets go of her resentment. But the process starts for Izumi’s sake.

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