#fic assumption game

[novelconcepts]

intense homoerotic friendship between the ages of like 12 and 19. you never kissed and you haven’t talked to her in years but you think about her whenever you write for characters under 20

The worst breakup I ever had, the one I still think about with the most grief, was a girl I never dated. Correct.

I dunno that I think about her whenever I write, per se, but experience colors art for sure.

#ask #fic assumption game #did I totally forget about that game when I saw this? sure did

[samisnotlegend]

Not that this is exactly a risky conjecture, but your fic tells me you have strong feelings about inequity and community based on personal experience (and maybe a little bit of wishfulness). Also I associate you with the feeling "fierce joy."

Funny, I associate YOU with joy too. 🥰 But yep, spot on. I have big feelings about everything (though I actually don’t cry very often) and a lot of what happens in BB is based on personal experience. Only with softer and kinder outcomes. More wishful, exactly like you said.

#it might not have been a risky conjecture per se but you were exactly right!!! #also fierce joy…. ahhh I’m gonna be thinking about that all day!!! #I just like it when everyone is living their life to the fullest #feeling everything and doing their best at everything and sometimes failing and sometimes succeeding #but just!!!! being happy being alive!!!! #broke boys #ask #fic assumption game #also this is funny as an ace person because I know you’re tal so talking about my smut fics with fierce joy #I legit don’t understand sex without joy 😆 #why do it if it doesn’t make you happy?? okay I know there are SO MANY reasons that are valid and good #but that’s why they have fun sex everytime lmao

[eskildit]

my current headcanon is that from ianthes pov corona has just been baiting judith all these years. like 'pretend to like the weird kid' style. because ianthe clearly had no clue corona had any real affection for judith in ntn even though shes been invited to every birthday party for years. but ianthe used her party invites for psychological warfare, why wouldnt corona?

#ianthes thinking like oh we're bullying the fleet admirals daughter? nice i can get on board #oh youre sending judith flowers for her promotion? nice youre playing the long game #who knows maybe it actually did start that way and then the dynamic changed #i just think its so interesting how baffled ianthe was in ntn #because coronas attention to judith didnt start while they were in captivity even if it changed the relationship #something about corona that ianthe didnt see coming! fascinating! #also would totally write a fic where ianthes assumption is actually correct and corona WAS being a bully and just later changed her mind #the locked tomb #eskildit posts tlt #judith deuteros #ianthe tridentarius #coronabeth tridentarius #ok to rb

[slashmagpie]

“Here’s what happened, okay. We were on a date with Clebert—”

“It’s not a date.”

“—and, and Etho walks by and she, she looks at him, she’s like whoa.”

“She just catcalls him, like woohoo!”

“Woo!”

“I’m out, yeah!”

“You got it wrong, me and Etho are besties! We’re not—we’re not—it’s not romantic.”

They’re not sure why it feels so important. 

It’s not that Cleo has ever really—well, that’s not quite—they’ve never argued about it before, is the thing. Like—with Bdubs. With Bdubs, right, people had—they’d assumed. It’s what people do. Even Scott, and Scott is—Scott is Scott. He knows about these sorts of things. And even he…

“Bdubs is your ride or die, Jimmy’s mine, he’s my husband, and he’s with them, so I’m kind of—but I don’t ever want to fight you.”

“If Bdubs betrays me—if our husbands die, yeah?”

Husband. Because that was the word Scott had been using, for Jimmy, and Bdubs had been Cleo’s Jimmy, in a way, so it had—it had made sense. Use the same words for the same thing. And then—being married is kind of a funny bit, isn’t it? So later, when Bdubs and Impulse had been lying to them—

“Bdubs, I know we’re divorced and you’re with Impulse now, but did you really think you could lie to me?”

And whilst Cleo’s not sure they put too much stock in Ren’s claims as to what he’d caught Bdubs and Impulse doing in the woods, they know that whatever those two had going on wasn’t quite the same. They’d said it was, but they hadn’t really meant it. Not really. Marriage—marriage is a funny bit, really, is all it is. 

After all, last season, with Etho—being divorced is also a funny bit. 

“I’m not calling you wife.”

“You can call me Cleo!”

He still doesn’t call them wife. Still calls them Cleo. Calls them bestie, now, too, ironic grin beneath his mask. Etho’s not too big on PDA, either, which is—nice. Not that Cleo doesn’t like it, it’s just—

“It’s platonic,” they insist to Tango, to Skizz, and see their eyes sparkle. They don’t get it. They don’t get it, and it makes Cleo’s skin crawl, because—

Cleo’s loyal, is the thing. When they say ride or die, when they say allies, when they say husband or soulmate or my boys—they mean it. If you’re theirs, you’re theirs, and that means everything. 

But it doesn’t mean—

Romance is a funny bit. It’s a like a costume, really. Pull it on, pull it off, kiss and hold hands and sleep in the same bed and say your vows for the fun of it. Then shrug it off at the end of the day and go back to being friends. There’s no—they don’t feel any of those sappy things, really. It’s not them. Sure, Cleo loves people, loves their friends, but not—like that. They don’t want anything to do with any of that. The aesthetic of it, the performance of it, the drama of it? They’ll take it. But they’ll leave the rest. The mushy, goopy, complicated feelings soup part of it—that’s not theirs. Other people can deal with that. Cleo will be off dealing with better things.

It’s—it’s like being a woman, really, in that Cleo doesn’t really mind that people see them that way—plays into it, really, loves the aesthetic, has fun with the performance—but they don’t really feel it. And they don’t mind that other people don’t exactly understand—

Until they step too close, say something Cleo really doesn’t like the sound of, and then they’re snapping, “I’m not a woman,” with such force it makes the perpetrator flinch.

It’s the same thing, this, Tango and Skizz stepping too close to their toes, getting in their personal space, and it bubbles up out of them before they can stop it. It’s platonic. We’re platonic. And the fact that other people aren’t seeing that—

It itches. Prickles. Stifles. Hugs their bones like an ill-fitting coat.

It’s one thing to wear a costume, to put on a show—but Cleo will not be stuffed into a suit without their permission and put up on a stage to read a script they never had any intention of performing. 

“We’re just besties, we’re not in a romantic relationship,” they tell Tango. He blinks at them, and they can see that the words don’t quite go in—

It itches.

Maybe if Cleo makes being besties the new bit, the itch will stop bothering them quite so much.

#secret life #spoilers #fanfiction #trafficshipping #hi! have a fic! #i have thoughts about traffic!cleo and aromanticism #and i have thoughts about death games and alliances and amatonormativity #and i have thoughts about gender. and assumptions. and other applications of the word 'dysphoria.' #these are my thoughts they're all here #i cannot tell how much of this is characterisation and how much is projection but y'know what take it #i feel like this is the first time i've really nailed cleo's character voice i'm proud of this one #and now to go finish their episode #magpie feather quill

[queen-under-the-mountain]

Hey has anyone got really excited about romancing Astarion in bg3 but didn't realize that if their approval rating isn't high enough in act 1 there is no chance for romance afterwards?? But they were too emotionally attached to their Tav to restart? And now it's act 3 and your Tav is all alone because you were waiting for things to get spicy and they never did? Did that happen to anyone else? No? How about a fix it fic bc my Tav deserves better than this lol

#astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #i love my tav so much #she's the recreation of my character from my first dnd campaign #and look it's been a great run but i had no idea what was going to happen going into this game #because in all honesty this is the first real video game I've ever played #i didn't know there were #rules!?? #anyway #considering writing myself a fix it fic #surely I'm not the only person to have made this assumption #SURELY #back me up here #astarion acunin

[asleepinawell]

this little quest chain was one of my favorites in ew because of the perspective it gave into the ancients, a very different one from what little we get from emet and hermes. there’s pretty ample proof that their society was not in any way perfect and was actually really deeply flawed to the core, but this is a look at people, individuals, and ones outside of the main bunch we talk to

put in a read more to spare your dashes

they go to speed up the aether dispersal of some creations (animals) that were killed and they call the deaths distressing and want to find a way to pay respects to the fallen and bring peace to their souls. at the wol’s suggestion they gather flowers for the dead. and they say what amounts to a prayer over the bodies. it’s so very very different from how hermes believes everyone feels and how hythlodaeus spoke of ‘returning to the star’ being beautiful (though even hythlodaeus said a brief prayer for the first boss in ktisis hyberboreia)

and yes, they still talk about life and death in terms of ‘purpose’ and this is no way refutes the callousness towards other lives we’ve seen some of the ancients display in elpis, but my personal take is that it shows that some of them at least understood on some level that there were important things missing in their culture that they needed. even if they didn’t fully grasp why, they were searching for these missing pieces. in this case, a way to process grief and acknowledge the worth of a life, even a non-human life. and they also actively ask for the new ideas the wol presents and talk about incorporating them into their lives and duties

there’s also a ton of little side quests in elpis that involve one person asking you to find or check on another person, or to carry a message to them. there’s so many people who care about each other and are just absolutely godawful at expressing it in person and need the poor wol to act as an intermediary (this happens in present day as well but it was just every 5 seconds in elpis)

there’s one striking one where one person asks you to bring a second person a message about how that second person’s concept was approved and succeeding (I forget the exact details) in the hopes that it would dissuade them from returning to the star. it didn’t dissuade them and the first person accepted that pretty calmly, but the thought was there. there was this hope that they could keep someone they cared about around longer even if the argument they tried to use to persuade them came back to that grim ideology about ‘purpose’. they lacked the framework to think about it another way, but they still tried

it’s definitely a stark contrast from the shade amaurotines we saw in shb (assuming for the sake of argument that they were accurate depictions and not biased by emet which is a big assumption), especially the ones who turned the topic of ‘should we save the lives of others on the planet or just focus on ourselves’ into a casual debate topic as a pastime. there are really terrible ways of thinking about the world that have been ingrained into the population presumably from birth. that’s not something that can easily be changed. but it could be changed. the potential was there

at a societal level the ancient world was terrible in so many ways, and ultimately doomed if it couldn’t change, but at an individual level the people had so much potential and at least some of them were trying their best to make sense of the things their society denied them and adapt their lives

my personal takeaway from all this (which is just a headcanon aka an opinion and i’m not trying to sell as canon), was that if their society could have been changed then the ancients had the potential to have produced people who could have faced meteion. i’m leaving aside the questions of the timeframe and zodiark tempering everyone because that’s not my point. my point is that the ancients weren’t inherently unable to be who was needed to save their world. the density of their aether making them unable to interact with dynamis is highly symbolic of the flaws of their society, of course, but that shouldn’t have stopped them from talking to meteion, from showing compassion and understanding and hope in the face of despair

i’m not trying to take any jabs about any characters’ decisions in the story because the actual situation they were in was extremely complicated (like hey zodiark tempering people!) and that would also miss my point. mostly i’m just saying this makes the fate of their people even more depressing. they were an entire race of people who had all the potential that the sundered humans do despite being stuck in a shit society that happened to be shit in the exact way that made dealing with meteion and the final days a seemingly insurmountable task. their near-immortality and creation powers made it even harder for them to really understand the problem, but not impossible. they had the raw potential and lacked the tools to use it to save themselves. it’s just really damned sad

#hello i just finished up elpis in my replay and i am big sad about it #panda gives us more time with some of their world but i don't wanna go into panda spoilers in this post #ffxiv #ffxivmp #mp #i mean emet is such an obvious example of this too #though in the complicated way that he was predisposed to not quite fit in and it made him cling even harder to the fallacy #i remember thinking that a big difference between emet and herms is emet had emotional support in the form of azem and hyth #but there's that short story that showed hermes had people who tried to support him #he just isolated himself #like cranky socially awkward introvert emet still managed to find the friendship he needed #which was great until he lost it and couldn't cope and doubled down on clinging desperately to all the wrong things #i would never excuse emet for what he became but god i feel awful for the man he once was #(still want to bully him tho) #this entire post is also the thesis for my fic series lol #like what if some of the ancients (hyth in hades) were shown the flaws in their world in a way they couldn't refute #and given a chance and the time needed to change #the reason i made the assumption wrt the shade amaurotines is because i thought of them as a game device #being used to show the player about amaurot and its culture #rather than a statement about emet

[midwrites]

Idk how specific this is but I hope u know I’m still laughing about when I messaged u pretty soon after we started talking calling Tommy your “favorite little guy” and you told me that Tommy isn’t even your favorite little guy and then proceeded to prove me right repeatedly

I hope that you know that, I too, think about this exchange a bit too often, because I get caught up in situations in which I mention my FAVE TERROR GUY and I never mention Tommy--and then I procceed to write another 50k dissertation about how he should be getting kissed and not dying of scurvy during the show, actually

#about mid #ask game #manicpixiedreamjop #fic assumptions

[sollucets]

may i ask for number 36 and 38 with sam and darlin please? thank you and have a wonderful day! ♥️

36 (total control) & 38 (soak)

hello anon! thank you for your prompt; i am almost certain it did not go in the direction you were expecting, haha.

💜

Sam ends up going on the run after all.

He hadn't known what to think when Asher invited him, still trying to deduce the appropriate reaction to the pack beta and only semi-familiar with shifter culture, and in the end he'd thought the safer option would be to just ask outright.

They'd given him an odd look with those big dark eyes and said he should come if he wanted in a careful tone of voice that told him they hoped he would. He'd asked a couple more questions - where will they go, anything he should do - and they'd told him to "wear a jacket and follow the pack", and that was that.

The jacket bit makes sense straightaway. It may be California, and he may be half-drunk on the feeling of the moon in his veins, but it's still midnight in December and Sam knows full well he can't take the cold. The pack part makes sense, too, at least, but he doesn't really get it until they all get out there.

The Shaw pack runs as a pack, neck and neck and nearly indistinguishable from each other, a seething mass of fur and claws and eyes between the trees. Each wolf blends into the next in the moonlight, even to his enhanced eyes, and he couldn't pick out his from the writhing mass of scents and auras if he tried, and he does try, tries until every sense is inundated, following behind on his own feet.

Asher was right, he might could outpace them, but he doesn't need to. He's here as a guest, and he's happy to just soak it in, the magic flowing through him in a way it so rarely does these days, wild and unrestrained. They're in there somewhere, among the group, moving as one, part of the family; he knows what that means to them in crystal, painful detail, and he's happy for them.

After, in the small hours of the morning when that mass has dissolved back into individual wolves and returned to the cabin circle bright-eyed and near-feral (and mostly partially clothed; Sam tries to keep his eyes down) they find him out of the crowd. They've kept their tattered tank top on, thankfully for his heartrate, and their hair is mussed and their smile is just on the edge of too-wide as they nearly skid to a halt in front of him.

"Have a good time, darlin'?" he asks, cocking his head.

They bare their teeth at him, eyes bright, and he reaches out a hand in invitation that they step immediately past and into his arms, grip so tight it would bruise a human. "Yeah," they say into his shoulder. "It's -- it's been so long. I'd forgotten what it was like."

"And what is it like?"

They hum against him, very nearly buzzing in his arms, magic coming off of them in little tendrils, and think about it for a long minute before answering. "Shifting is a physical change," they say slowly. "Not a mental one. It's still just you in there, for better or for worse. But on a night like this, with them all around, it's…" They take a long breath, deliberating. "You don't lose total control. That would be -- no. But you can let go a little." Their voice is very, very quiet when they add, "You can just be."

Sam feels, not for the first time with them, that he has just been offered a gift, no less precious for its rough edges. He smiles into their hair, feeling the pulse of their aura against his, and says, quiet, "I'm glad."

"I'm glad you're here," they tell him, face still buried in his shoulder, and he takes that as the honor it is.

#rowan's prompts #ask games #my fic tag #redacted asmr #redacted sam #redacted darlin #note: sam is canon confirmed to have gone on the pack run #but he doesn't recognize darlin's wolf form post-inversion #so... here i am reconciling that #this probably deserves a whole fic!! maybe. maybe #also... i made sam say 'might could' here even if only in his internal narration #and that's what Fuckin Counts baybee #anon pardon the assumption but with those two words together i kind of feel like i know what you were angling for #but the truth is i live to subvert expectations #(aaaand.... that's just not usually my area to be honest) #(it Does happen. but only once in a blue moon)

[rocaillefox]

i will be honest. on some level zelda is a very infuriating franchise to me. all these great basic game mechanics concepts and you use them for this.

#ramblings #i will hold my tongue until i can better define what specifically is infuriating. #but suffice it to say i do think ppl need to pay more attention to historical racialization when critiquing video games #like. especially when writing fanfic bc its so prevalent for fics that are attempting to address these things #to continue to present them as part of the worldbuilding- trying to subvert through individual character actions #rather than critiquing the basic assumption #ie 'ganon is evil' being critiqued with 'ganon isnt evil hes just misunderstood' instead of 'the racial dynamics of ganon being presented- #-as evil are part of a larger trend of exotification and fetishization within zelda games that cant be addressed within the current- #-worldbuilding because the current worldbuilding is set up to support that racialization; the entire premise of this part of the lore is- #-based on irl prejudices and must be completely replaced' #like. imagine instead if you will a zelda series where you customize your link #and its the actions and not the appearance that define the hero? #imagine the breadth of story opportunities within that worldbuilding! #not to mention by removing the appearance and race based moralization. you arent being racist #in that respect at least

[samisnotlegend]

you are a mermaid

Shhh!!! Not so loud!!

#thank you 🤣 #for the fic assumption game #tidal hearts

[forecast-rain]

sigh I have so many writing ask games in my drafts that I wanna do but I don't have enough stuff written/finished for it to be worth it :/

#cloud posts #like the no excuses writing ask game... #mostly cause. my only big project right now is the voicemail fic really #and the oopsie moment au is just a collection of drabbles #hm #very much thinking about posting them in a work with each being their own chapter #and the description being like these are all set in a universe where Claire got the curse instead of noel #but other than that each chapter is not consistent with each other #and I'd list what assumptions are made with each chapter... #hmm...

[ihateclaws]

I have decided sole survivor in my sort-of au is literally called Sole, and they’re a they/them

#because I want to continue the story but they’re not the main character #i want to write in their perspective to show what deacon and eiden look like from an outsider pov #and they know enough about military and law because either way they were married to a person from the other career #they also have a personality #the most important one is they will caught themselves making assumptions. but the assumption is already made #you’ll see more in fics if I ever actually write them down #it’s going to be like a biased third person limited #oh! and I want to do a Drabble where glory is ambushed and saved by eiden #happened pre game so that glory is smth to mourn about #anyways the tags are fic long now sorry m

[clovermunson]

You like to forge good characters out of backgrounds filled with angst and treachery!

you’re absolutely right! i either create my own character that has their fair share of traumas and angst, or i look at a canon character and say “alright, they’re mine now. time to fix them.” lol

what do you assume about me based on my fics/fic preferences?

#morgan’s mailbox: asks #ask games #fic assumptions #mutuals: cato🦉 #morgan speaks

[redwinterroses]

assumption: you grew up on/around a ranch, and are very familiar with wooden fences. youve probably had to calm down/deescalate a wild animal situation before

You are very close -- I did grow up in a small rural town and have worked with horses a large part of my life. I owned a horse for one glorious summer (my sister and I worked off the cost of two green-broke geldings, but it was a drought year and our normally-plentiful pasture turned to dust so we couldn't feed them and had to give them back to the lady we bought them from) but I think the closest "wild animal" situation I've ever dealt with was chasing off a coydog that was trying to get at our barn cat.

Though I did help put out a wildfire once.

#actually barbed wire is way more common around here than wooden fences -- only rich people have wooden fences #but other than that this vibe is pretty spot on and I'm squinting at you with curious eyes #redwinteranswers #ask game #'what weirdly specific assumption do you make of me based on my fics'

[canadiankakashi]

You seem to really enjoy when characters have wings, sometimes to find creative ways to keep them bound. You probably mainly watch Grian, and would gently dunk him into a bowl of stew if given the chance.

I assume you might feel some kind of pressure when getting people to perceive what you do, however the curiosity often bests the worry.

I do love me some winged characters! The possibilities are endless with how they look and the goofy stuff you can do with them! It also very fun to keep them on the ground<3

I've actually not watched Grian in a year or so! I've been meaning to catch up with him but I've not actually gotten around to it, I would absolutely still dunk him in some stew though, it's good for him!

Oh absolutely! I've been/currently am pretty nervous about some of my works, mostly the ones that are crossovers/divert from canon, but more often than not I think it's fun to post em and see the reaction regardless of if it's a happy one or not

#those were some pretty accurate assumptions anon! #kudos to you for sneaking a peek inside my brain and coming out sane #I'm guessing that you got grian & the wings from the fic im helping Rose with? #I'd have to double check controversies but i don't think I've mentioned any wings in there #but with Watcher characters its pretty common for them to have wings #so i can get why you might guess that #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #heck yea! asks! #ask game shenanigans #anon!

[punk-pandame]

Ask game assumption: You have *seen* things. That’s why I can *see things* now. It’s gotta be good for something, right?

A S S U M E

oh i sure have seen some shit XD

but when it comes to fic... yeah i tend to see patterns in things and i like me some good hints and foreshadowing so i just. sprinkle that shit in there hahaha

#thanks for playing along freaky haha #textpost #clown to clown communication #assumptions game #punky's fics