#i had this in my drafts for 17 days wow

[beevean]

Thoughts on the weirdest, most balls to the wall Castlevania game? :P

this is a serious game about revenge

Curse of Darkness is a marked improvement on almost everything in Lament of Innocence, but still not quite enough.

The plot is simple at first: three years after C3 (I love when games have connections to each other like this), in an Europe ravaged by Dracula’s curse, Hector is on a quest to avenge the death of his girlfriend (of course): he used to be a general of Dracula’s army, having the important role of Devil Forgemaster, but he grew tired of the senseless death and turned his back on the Lord: as revenge, his former friend Isaac accused his girlfriend of being a witch. There's more revealed in the tie-in comic, but it's not strictly necessary. This is a good premise for me. I like both Hector and Isaac: Hector for being a former villain and his aggressive demeanor, and Isaac because... well, look at him <3 also Trevor is thrown into the mix, because we need a Belmont in our Castlevania. (no Sypha or Grant, surprisingly. Alucard was napping so he’s justified, I guess, but really, Trevor’s OP wife decided to stay home?)

The rest of the plot is more.. random? There’s a woman who looks like the spitting image of Rosaly and she’s a witch and she’s also Isaac’s sister and of course she gets together with Hector at the end, there’s a honest-to-goodness time lord involved which at the end of the day does nothing except give you a boss battle, then a priest was Death all along (and, really? Zead, Death?)...

Also, while the dubbing is okay, with special shout out to Crispin Freeman and Lian O'Brien chewing the scene as Hector and Isaac (Julia OTOH sounds like she's reading the lines for the first time), the translation is pretty ridiculous, full of "t'is" and trying too hard to sound old-fashioned. But it's charming :P

Also also, I will never let go of the scene where the highly flamboyant Isaac impales Trevor from behind, very very close to him, and kisses his hair as the poor guy is grunting in pain (bur surprisingly lucid). I cannot make this up. What kind of game am I playing.

(sadly this scene marks the end of Trevor being present or even mentioned in the game. It’s like they wanted to get him out of the way... and that’s how they chose to do that. okay)

Onto the gameplay!

There have been many improvements. While you can't rotate the camera, it rotates with you and you can adjust it with L1, and that’s really nice. Warp rooms are finally back, and smartly placed too, but you can also use warp tickets if necessary. There’s more incentive in fighting enemies because you level up, and Hector himself moves in a snappier way than Leon (although he seems to slide all over the place). Enemies display a level, which tells you how easily you can beat them. There are even some small but appreciated improvements, like smoother transitions between doors, and a pointer that appears when you’re near a save room or a warp room, in case you don’t recognize the door.

They didn’t fix how slow you move, though, and this time it feels even worse because corridors are much longer and much emptier. The jump is also even stiffer than in LoI, reminding me of Amy’s in Sonic ‘06: its only purpose is to go higher, to attack airborne enemies or more rarely to climb on ledges. Not that you need it much, but I was hoping for a form of faster movement...

Some other nitpickings because I can: I’m also not a big fan of the automatic lock on as soon as you guard. No weapon in the game justifies a lock on feature, and it’s just disorienting. Hitting enemies in the air is a little awkward, because the depth perception is still a problem. Also, they nerfed the dodge mechanic, and you need much stricter timing to be invincible lol.

You can find material to fuse with your weapons, which is similar to DoS but far, far easier. The weapons are all useful, with different properties: personally, while swords are by far the best weapons, I even had a kick using the knuckles, which are so fast that they compensate for their lower strength. There are so many weapons that the subweapons are for once absent: the hearts are used for the Innocent Devil system.

The ID system is... peculiar, and ngl at first I was overwhelmed by the 5 pages or so of information, but it’s not bad. These little critters help you in various ways, from healing you, to fighting with you, to letting you glide... The biggest draw is evolving the IDs, thanks to the differently colored EVO Crystals that you collect. This allows for much more replayability, gives you a reason to experiment with different weapons, and it’s another incentive to fighting enemies even when not forced.

The possibilities are nearly endless!

The structure of the game is different. Instead of a bunch of “dungeons” to explore in whatever order you like, the progression is more linear: you go from the Abandoned Castle, to the Baljhet Mountains, to the Garibaldi Temple, to the Mortvia Aqueduct, etc. Sometimes, you have to backtrack to get to the next area (you need to find the Brute Force power in the Temple to open the iron gate in the Mountains that lead to the Aqueduct), but overall, it’s basically “get from point A to point B”.

Overall, this definitely feels like a game where combat was placed on a much higher priority than platforming or exploration: fighting enemies is fun, even cathartic, but the game is even more fond of locking you in “defeat all enemies to proceed” rooms than LoI; and as for the maps... I’m torn. Let’s use Baljhet Mountains as an example:

Look how big it is. You can even spot some backtracking moments, secrets to be found once you have the right power, in true Metroidvania fashion. But it’s far, far more linear than even Lament of Innocence, which had more branching paths: it just looks more complex because of the winding path. The branching paths here seem to be here more for the sake of making 100%ing the maps more laborious. There are also far less secrets, one breaking wall per area more or less. The equivalent of that is doors that can only be opened by a special ID power - a vine door that has to be burned down, big gaps to be crossed by an evolution of the Bird ID, a switch that can only be pressed by a particular evolution of the Fairy ID... it’s not possible to 100% the game on your first try unless you’re lucky, but it does give you yet another incentive to experiment with your IDs.

The lack of platforming is especially egregious in the Eneomaos Machine Tower. The clock tower has always been hard as hell, with dangerous gears and annoying Medusa Heads. Here? Just some tough enemies and some gears to hit in order to move. There is a room that is full of gears and conveyor belts, and I thought I had to jump on them, but my Bird ID kept slamming into invisible walls. I had to hit one gear, and a cutscene would open the wall for me. I don't know why I got so irritated near the end of the game, but yeah, the devs went from an extreme to the other.

Even the complexity of the maps is irregular. Some maps are really labyrinthine, like the Garibaldi Temple...

The Eneomaos Machine Tower is linear, but has a cool ascending motif...

... but the Aiolon Ruins are just a straight line.

Infinite Corridor should have been the subtitle of the entire game :\ no wonder the game has a fetish for chairs, poor hector much have constantly sore feet

Dracula’s Castle, the endgame, is by far the biggest area in the game (not counting the optional areas), with a whopping 10 floors. This is not a good thing: it’s basically going up, down and all around fighting annoyingly strong enemies, in rather boring-looking rooms. No secrets to find, no gimmicks whatsoever. Barely an improvement over the Pagoda in LoI.

Also wow is this game stingy with money. By the third area I still had around 200 coins - that’s enough to buy one healing potion. Only near the end of the game I could rack up more than 500 coins, and mainly through selling Devil Shards. Also, suddenly putting a cap on healing potions seems like an arbitrary way to make the game harder.

The bosses are... a bit of a step down? I didn’t find most of them as well designed as the ones in LoI, they’re just tanky. St. Germain and Trevor were really fun though, challenging until you understand their rhythm (also the former caught me off guard with his third life bar lmao). Dracula's second form gave me some trouble, but more due to his obscene HP :P

Interestingly, accessing the bonus boss here is much easier than in LoI. In the previous game, you had to find an item in the very last area, after some annoying platforming. Here? You only need to backtrack to Garibaldi Temple after finding the Devil ID. I don’t think you even get anything aside from the satisfaction of beating a hard boss.

Visually, it’s about the same as LoI, but less elegant. The areas can be either murky and uninteresting (the "nature" areas and Dracula's Castle) or atmospheric (Garibaldi's Temple, Infinite Corridor). Cordova Town is probably the most interesting area in a Castlevania game so far: I would have never expected a zombie town! The cutscenes are also a step up compared to LoI’s: I especially liked the choreography of the Trevor vs. Isaac fight.

Musically, well, it’s Michiru Yamane taking advantage of real instruments, what can I say? :V The OST overall ditches LoI's atmospheric style, having more in common with SoTN’s style. It’s far rockier than the usual too:

Abandoned Castle is one hell of an introduction for our revenge-thirsty protagonist

Followers of Darkness -The First- is the equivalent of the Werehog battle theme: I hate it because it plays so much, but I can’t deny that it’s a badass theme

Garibaldi Temple is your typical Yamane classical goodness. It reminds me a lot of The Prayer of a Tragic Queen and Wood Carving Partitia.

Cordova Town, much like the area itself, is nothing like a Castlevania piece, preferring clean guitars and a gloomy tone; I like how it brings back the synth heard in Abandoned Castle

Eneomaos Machine Tower fits how high up you ascend

Dracula’s Castle screams “endgame”, and it’s a constant crescendo of tension

Followers of Darkness -The Third- is just a good, pumping boss theme

Young Nobleman of Madness and its shredding guitars are perfect for the unhinged Isaac; it seems to be a companion piece for Festival of Servants

Legendary Belmont is scary, and truly conveys how out of his depth Hector isagainst the man who defeated Dracula.

also, this exists. I wish I can convey in text the face I made when I stumbled into this room :V

So, in summary: CoD feels a little like Metroid 2, in that I can't say that it's Castlevania in name only, but it's so different that it barely belongs in the same genre. It reminds me of the first part of OoE, all combat, little to no exploration. But with OoE, I could at least see a timid experiment in bringing the Metroidvania genre closer to the Classicvania one, but here? Much like LoI, it seems to be a consequence of Igarashi’s lack of experience with 3D games.

I had fun with this game, but not for gameplay reasons. CoD is charming: the sheer amount of stuff you can craft, including absurd anachronistic weapons, the complexity of the ID system, the hammy performances, Isaac, the many many out-of-place chairs... it’s engaging! It has that ShTH-esque over-the-topness that I find so endearing :P The game itself, though? Ehhh. It’s not bad, certainly much better than LoI, but it feels like there’s something missing. Still, "okay" seems to be a great accomplishment for a 3D Castlevania game.

#castlevania #curse of darkness #i had this in my drafts for 17 days wow

[juyeonszn]

DIVE TO YOU

PAIRING lee sangyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.61k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI u already know, roommates to ;) type beat, ummm they’re naked, they are in a bathtub, sangyeon is… wow sangyeon just deserves a warning on his own, he is A Lot, there’s a mention of a voyeuristic moment but it’s nothing crazy, he massages reader, they make out, i tease u all bc i’m evil like that

SUMMARY you’ve never really thought of sangyeon in an explicit way, but now that you’re stuck in this position, it’s going to be difficult for your thinking to go back to normal.

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You hated your job more than anything in the world. It was mind-numbing. All you did was stare at a computer all day and type type type, responding to emails or drafting up documents for your boss. It was exhausting. To be honest, you were sick of it.

But you needed it, unless you wanted to get kicked out of your apartment for not making your share of the rent. Sure, having a job you disliked wasn’t ideal, but you were surviving and wasn’t that all that mattered?

Besides, you’d probably die if you were forced to move out of your apartment. Your roommate was the only reason you moved in to the damn place despite rent being so fucking expensive.

You remember the day you stumbled upon his ad like it was yesterday, though it had already been exactly one year. You’d just finished your first month at your job and you were growing tired of dealing with your parents. Yeah it was nice that you didn’t have to worry about half of your current expenses while living under their roof, but you knew you needed to ship up and move out eventually. You figured this was the perfect time to do so.

You scoured the internet for apartments, but soon realized that living on your own would be way too much, considering all of the other things you also had to worry about now. As you started filtering through listings that requested a second habitant, you stumbled upon your roommate’s. The rent itself was a little bit over your budget, but the way he worded his ad had you hooked.

Just an hour later you were emailing him and setting up a meeting to discuss important details. You met up at a cute little coffee shop a few days later when you both found some free time. Being the punctual person you were, you arrived earlier than planned, ordering your go to and picking a two seater in the corner by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You had always been the type to psych yourself up before doing anything major. You needed at least half an hour of prep time if you were making any important decisions, because you could not handle things going wrong. Everything in your life had to be carefully and methodically done. You liked to say you were thorough, but everyone else called you a perfectionist. It is what it is.

And because you didn’t know this guy, you had no idea what he looked like and you weren’t aware that he had the same mindset. You glance up from your drink to see the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on walk into the cafe, ordering something you can’t make out. He looks like something straight from a drama, his hair styled neatly and his outfit put together. Even under his thick coat, you could see how well sculpted he was.

You don’t realize that you’re staring until he’s suddenly walking towards your direction, his coffee in his hands. He furrows his brows and clears his throat. “Hi, I don’t mean to bother you, but do you happen to be Y/N?”

Oh my god. No way. There was no way this hunk of a man was your potential roommate. It was impossible.

When your lips part in shock and you don’t respond for a couple seconds, he blinks at you. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that impossible. You nearly facepalm for already making such a fool of yourself before you’ve even held a proper conversation. You stumble over your words as you gesture to the chair across from you. “Y-Yes! Yes, that’s me. Please, take a seat!”

He smiles politely, setting down his drink and shedding his coat. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Sangyeon.”

You wipe your hands on your jeans before reaching to shake his hand nervously. If you could hardly handle this simple meeting, how could you handle living with the guy? He might send you into spontaneous combustion by just looking at you.

Sangyeon had the patience of a saint, and you would be eternally grateful for it. After getting to know each other better and growing more comfortable around him, the two of you discussed the roommate situation. You truly lucked out in finding him, seeing as you shared a lot of similar ideals. He even offered to lower your part of the rent as much as he could, explaining that you were by far his favorite candidate for the second room.

Later that same day, you went over and got an apartment tour prior to signing a lease agreement. And then the rest was history.

You sigh as the clock finally hits 6, signaling the end of your very long work day. One thing you disliked about getting off at the time you did was the fact that it was always snowing. It made it hard to navigate your way home, since most people packed around the bus stops like sardines. You hug your coat to yourself to block out the harsh winds, your scarf wrapped up to your nose.

You were tired and cold and all you wanted was to be inside the blanket that was your apartment, soaking in a hot bath with a glass of wine beside you. Sangyeon was supposedly working late today, which meant you’d have some much needed alone time.

The entire bus ride, you find yourself drifting off and then startling awake when you drove over a bump. You don’t remember the last time you were this drained after a work week. It could’ve been because you stayed over time a couple days, but you didn’t think it would affect you that badly.

When you finally arrive at the stop near your apartment, you’re almost in a zombie-like state, trudging through some of the snow that has started to stick. The only thing keeping your eyes open was the obnoxious chattering of your teeth.

It feels like a millennia by the time you’ve reached your front door, hands shaking as you attempt to unlock it. You’re partly surprised you didn’t drop your keys. The moment you step into your home, it’s like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders.

From the lingering scent of your peppermint and vanilla candle to the warmth of the building’s heating, you felt like you’d just been cuddled by a teddy bear. You shrug off your coat and hang it on the set of hooks beside the front door, leaving your shoes on the rack just beneath. Your sock clad feet drag you towards the kitchen, where an unopened bottle of wine awaits you.

You’re tempted to just drink straight from the bottle, but you didn’t want to get shitfaced, you just wanted to feel relaxed. Nevertheless, you pour yourself a… hefty… glass and waddle to the bathroom. A mental note was made to thank your coworker for the bath salt and bubble set she got you as a gift, seeing as it was finally being put to good use.

It doesn’t take long for you to peel off your layers of clothing after you’ve turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature to your preference. You watch with heavy eyelids as the bubbles begin to form along the surface of the water, rising up and filling the tub. You dip your toes in while simultaneously taking a sip of your wine, damn near moaning at how much better you felt.

You press play on one of your playlists and light a candle before finally sinking into the water, succumbing to its serenity. Your eyes start to flutter shut and you don’t even try to fight the sleep that calls your name.

You’re not sure if hours or minutes have passed since you fell asleep, but the creaking of the bathroom door opening stirs you from your slumber. Most people probably would’ve had a bigger reaction, considering someone just walked into the bathroom without checking if it was occupied first. And also because you had assumed you were home alone.

This was one of the various times you wished the earth would just swallow you whole.

Lee Sangyeon stands in the doorway, shoulder resting against the threshold with his arms crossed. His dress shirt from work is unbuttoned all the way to the third from the top, his muscular frame stretching the fabric deliciously. You wondered how he was comfortable, since he wore such tight shirts. Occasionally you truly understood why the term ‘Take A Picture, It’ll Last Longer’ existed.

You were extremely thankful that you added bubbles to your bath, the foam covering up your body where the sun usually doesn’t shine. Sangyeon has an amused glint in his eye and even with the fogginess of your partially awake brain coupled with the few sips of wine you’ve had, you know it’s off brand for him.

“S-Sangyeon, what are you doing in here?” You trip over your words, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly.

“Well, I just got home and I was planning on doing the same thing as you,” he rolls his neck as if to display his own tension from a long day. “But it looks like you’ve beat me to it.”

You blink at him. Why was he still standing there? Staring at you like… that?

“Um… Why haven’t you left?” You swallow, but your mouth is dry.

“Is there some space in that bathtub?”

He asks the question so smoothly, the words rolling off of his tongue like he’s asked to join you in the bath on numerous occasions. You gape at him, your head spinning in circles. Perhaps you were still half asleep and your mind was playing tricks on you. That made the most sense. Perfect, sweet roommate Sangyeon would never ask you a question like that.

“I’m sorry?” Part of you feels stupid, gawking at the male and stumbling over your speech. It’s like you’ve completely malfunctioned, every logical point of your body shutting down for unscheduled maintenance. You had to recalibrate your systems fast.

Sangyeon repeats himself, not skipping a beat as he does so. You do a 180, glancing around the room as if someone else was present. You jab a finger into the only exposed part of your chest and then at the water with scrunched eyebrows.

“Yeah, is there some room in there for me to fit? You know, Y/N,” he shrugs, going for the next button on his shirt. “I have seen you naked before.”

You nearly drown yourself on the spot. Lee Sangyeon has seen you naked? This was news to you. Last you checked, neither of you had ever done anything intimate enough for that. He laughs that attractive laugh of his, his eyes forming crescent moons. You’re enticed to drown yourself a second time.

“Y-You have?” This was probably single-handedly the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“To be fair, it was an accident. I walked past your room while you were changing once but you didn’t have the door closed all the way, and well, I am a man so, I couldn’t help but take a peek.” He scratches the back of his neck, letting out a small chuckle. Okay so God definitely had favorites and you weren’t one of them. Nice to know.

He unbuttons another button, stepping closer to you, closing the distance between you. He crouches next to the tub, finally at eye level with you. Oh, what you would give for a moment of this man’s time. Here he was, handing you just that on a silver platter and you were royally fumbling the bag.

“So is that a yes?”

You really don’t trust your own voice, so you merely nod, biting back the urge to groan when he grins at you, standing upright. It’s like you’re stuck in a trance, watching him clear the rest of the buttons of his shirt like light work. The sight of his abdomen on full display has you releasing a tiny squeak. Then comes the unbuckling of his belt and that alone is a mental image you don’t think you could ever forget. You dip your chin into your shoulder, looking away when he strips the rest of his clothes.

You feel him before you hear him, his leg brushing against the back of your arm as he slips behind you into the tub. He exhales deeply, exactly like you did when you got in. You’re as stiff as a board, not sure what you should do with your roommate naked and sitting behind you, sharing bath water like it was a regular Friday night. You keep your focus on the faucet, too afraid to make any sudden movements.

“Relax, N/N,” he pins his chest to your back, hands coming up to massage your shoulders. “You’re so tense.”

The way he works his thumbs into your skin has shivers running down your spine, your entire being feeling like it’s lit up. You suppress a whimper when he kneads a knot just below your neck, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip. Before today, you’ve never really thought of Sangyeon in an explicit way. Sure you thought he was extremely handsome, but that had always been just a surface level notion. You’d never fantasized about a crazy, fan-fiction type moment like this. But now that you’re in it, you don’t think your thinking could ever go back to normal. You could never see him as just your handsome roommate.

You have half the mind to scoot into his lap, but it seems like he’s beat you to it, sliding his hands down to your waist and pulling you towards him. Your eyes widen when you feel him, hard and pressed to your lower back. At that, you finally make a noise; something between a strangled moan and a whine.

Sangyeon brings his lips to your ear, grazing them along the shell of it. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp. “I can feel you.”

This is insanity. Were you still waking up, conjuring up this entire scenario with your half conscious mind? Maybe some sick and deluded higher power wanted you to realize the possibility of having feelings for Sangyeon, and this was their way of doing it.

But then one of his hands trails to your thigh and he pinches you lightly. That’s how you know this is real, this is actually happening. You crane your neck slightly to glance at him. His eyes are darker than usual, a deep brown swimming with lust that almost looks black. It’s similar to how a predator would stare down its prey and it’s a look you could get used to.

Sangyeon’s gaze flickers down to your lips and you just about lose your last bit of clarity, leaning forward to connect your mouths. It’s kind of messy, kind of rough, but the way your stomach twists into knots and goosebumps litter your arms makes you think that the higher being you were cursing minutes ago was actually doing you a huge favor. You’d have to thank them later.

One of Sangyeon’s hands comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as he does so. Without parting, you turn around in his lap, straddling him as best you can in your limited space. If you thought you felt him before, you definitely feel him now, his cock pulsing against your aching core. Your need was carnal, primal even. He hisses when you grind down on him, gripping your hips to halt you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.”

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[amazingmsme]

A Gift, No Strings Attached

AN: Tickletober is finally upon us! I'm so excited for this, I can't wait to see what everyone makes! Hope you all enjoy day 1: anticipation with Miguel & Peter B! Everyone seems to think a certain spiderman needs to be introduced to a certain belt, as seen in episode 17.

Miguel was a skeptical person on the best of days, so when Peter B. waltzed into his office declaring he had "got him something," he was rightfully wary. Peter hopped up on the platform as it lowered, seemingly too impatient to wait for it to lower fully.

"MJ and I went to the mall yesterday, and when I saw this I just knew it had your name all over it," he rambled before Miguel could question him. He had a small shopping back hanging off his arm and Miguel resigned himself with a sigh.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" he asked, deciding to play along.

"It's a utility belt!" Peter exclaimed, feeling only a little disappointed when he didn't share his enthusiasm. He just stared at him, a single brow raised.

"Y-you know, for tools and stuff! Thought you'd appreciate something useful," he felt the need to explain himself, growing more nervous by the second. Maybe Miguel saw through the act, or maybe he hated belts, or maybe-

"Wow, uh, thanks. This'll actually come in handy," he said, accepting the offered gift. Or maybe he wouldn't suspect a thing.

Peter hadn't expected this to be so easy.

While he really had gone to the mall with MJ, that wasn't where he got the belt. He had been watching tv with Mayday when the villain escaped from his frozen prison, now capturing his attention as well as his daughter's. He was sure that SpongeBob and Patrick would be in deep for letting the worst villain escape, chuckling when they resorted to "rehabilitating" him instead. His interest was piqued when they activated the character's iconic belt, sending him into a fit of ticklish laughter.

"Heh, Miguel could use a belt like that, huh Mayday?" he cooed before gasping at the revelation he just made. He set her in her baby jumper in front of the screen, leaving her to bounce and giggle to her heart's content. He left the door to his office open so he could still keep an eye on her as he began to draft the blueprints for Miguel's "gift."

A week later, it was finished. And of course he had to run a few tests, curtesy of his loving and very patient wife. Though when she found out who it was for, she didn't really mind testing it out, especially seeing as she always got her revenge.

Peter wanted nothing more than to activate the belt right then and there, but in a monumental show of self restraint, he held back. If he did this now, then only he would get to see the outcome, and this was too good to keep for himself. Unfortunately, he would have to be patient. Wait it out for the perfect moment to present itself.

Honestly, Peter didn't expect anyone else to know what it was supposed to be. Clearly, his universe wasn't the only one with SpongeBob.

"Gonna go out on a limb an' say he has no idea what that belt really is. Right?" Hobie questioned from behind. Peter jumped, not because he didn't know he was there, (spidey senses and all) but because of what he had said.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about!" he bluffed, but crumbled when Hobie leveled him with a knowing look, cocking an eyebrow in mild amusement. "Okay yes, it is what you think it is, and hell no he doesn't know, are you crazy? You think I'd be standing here talking about it if he did?"

Hobie shook his head with a slight chuckle. "I doubt you'd even be breathin' mate," he teased, playfully smacking him on the back. Peter let out a slightly nervous laugh.

"Heh, yeah me either. He'd probably superglue the damn thing to my suit if he knew," he joked.

"Yeah well, keep me posted. I wanna know the second you plan on using it," he said, saluting him as he left the room.

Hobie made sure to spread the word to his friends, swearing them all to secrecy in the hopes that they could be lucky enough to witness Miguel's giggly downfall.

Too bad Miles was out sick and didn't get the memo.

He was back at the Spider-Society, catching up with his friends in the cafeteria when Miguel spotted them and decided to check in.

"Miles, glad to see you back," he greeted with a nod. "How're you feeling?"

"Oh, hey! I'm glad to be back sir," he replied, still unable to shake the urge to keep things formal between them. "B-but I'm feeling good! Much better now," he assured. He looked down at the burger in his hands, ready to take a bite when a new accessory caught his eye. He froze just as he brought it to his mouth.

"I've told you, just Miguel is fine," he assured, a soft smile gracing his features. He noticed Miles's gaping mouth and wide eyes, looking him over with a puzzled expression. "You uh, you sure you're okay?" he asked just to double check.

Miles shook himself out of it and nodded. "Yup! Never better!" Gwen shot him a look from across the table, undoubtedly wondering what had him acting so weird. She followed his line of sight and things suddenly fell into place. She locked eyes with Hobie, sharing a subtle nod as Miles continued on, "But is that a new belt? I don't think I've seen you wear it before..."

"Oh yeah, Peter gave it to me. Said he wanted to give me something useful for once," he explained, and it all suddenly clicked for Miles. "It's a nice change of pace from all the useless knickknacks. Don't get me wrong, they're fine in small doses but he seriously overestimates how much free space I have," he said, but Miles wasn't paying attention. "To be honest, I'm just glad he picked something that matches my suit."

"Heh, yeah. 'Cause that's the worst that could happen- ow." Miles wasn't sure who kicked him, but judging by all of their looks, he was clearly out of the loop on something.

"Riiiight," Miguel said, noticing how weird they were all of a sudden. "Well, you know where to find me," he said and walked off. Miles waited until he was out of the cafeteria to speak because you could never be too careful where Miguel's concerned.

"So were you guys just not gonna tell me Miguel got a tickle belt?" he blurted out as soon as he deemed safe.

"We were going to! We just... forgot," Pavitr said, a shy smirk tugging at his lips.

Miles scoffed, "You don't just forget something like that!"

"I was gonna tell you as soon as I saw you, but then we were on a mission and it really wasn't a good time, and I did forget to tell you. Sorry about that," Gwen explained.

"Nah it's cool. I just can't believe he's still wearing it," he said in awe.

"Oh he doesn't know," Gwen said, causing Miles to whip around to look at her.

"What?"

"Peter hasn't used it yet. Figured he was waitin' on you or somethin'," Hobie said, dipping a fry in ketchup.

"Wait so you guys haven't said anything to try and warn him?" he asked, a little shocked. He was met with a chorus of no's and furious head shakes.

"And ruin the fun? As if!" Pavitr exclaimed, appalled that Miles would even suggest such a thing.

"Look, Miguel is the fiercest, most stoic spider in all of HQ, and he's chewed my ass out more times than I can count. I can't wait to see what happens when he's trying to choke back laughter and you sure as hell aren't gonna ruin it for me, got it?" Hobie said, pointing a threatening finger in his face. Miles nodded.

"I won't! I won't!" he promised, hands held up in surrender.

"Good. 'Cause I honestly don't know why you'd wanna help the bastard," he teased, grabbing him in a headlock and giving him a noogie. Miles laughed, shoving him off and punching his arm.

After lunch, Miles immediately set out to find Peter. It didn't take long until he bumped into him.

"Miguel is gonna kill you," he said in way of a greeting. Peter spun around in a panic

"What? I didn't even do anything!" he froze upon seeing Miles and relaxed. "Oh, I'm guessing you saw the belt," he said nonchalantly.

"Uh, yeah! Are you crazy? I was serious, he's gonna kill you!"

Peter waved him off. "I appreciate the concern, but I'll be fine. Worst that'll happen, he'll tickle the shit outta me. But I'll avoid it as long as I can. Trust me, I've weighed my options and it's worth it to see the look in his face," he rambled, falling into step with Miles. He shook his head in amusement.

"You won't be acting so cool when he gets after you," he gave a playful warning.

Peter laughed nervously. "Hey, why do you think I haven't tested it out yet?" He smiled to himself, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Honestly, you all act like I don't already know I'm a dead man walking."

"So... why'd you do it?" Miles asked, genuinely curious. Peter shrugged.

"Eh, it was kinda a spur of the moment type thing. If I remember correctly, he kinda snapped at me for wasting his time, and I was a little ticked off, I'll be honest. Got the idea while watching tv with Mayday when I got home."

"SpongeBob?"

"Yeah."

"Nice."

"I guess I just thought he could use one, y'know?"

"Oh, you're absolutely right with that one," Miles agreed with a chuckle. "So, when do you think you'll try it out?" he asked eagerly.

"Well, I've kinda been waiting for him to piss me off again. I think that's when I'd get the most satisfaction," he decided.

All in all, it didn't take long for the man to get on his nerves. Ha, and Miguel said that he was the annoying one.

He was in one of the many break areas, letting Mayday crawl around with Pav, Miles, Gwen and Hobie. She really liked getting to see them, and they loved playing with her, so it was a win win. It gave Peter a chance to let his guard down, thankful for the extra sets of eyes watching over his daughter. It also gave him the chance to get a plethora of new adorable videos of the light of his life.

Miguel however, thought it fit to hunt him down and interrupt his break. (Yes, he knew it was going on three hours, but Miguel was trying to get him to file paperwork! He couldn't let that happen!)

"Peter, there you are." His voice alone made Peter groan. "Where the hell have you been? You went on lunch hours ago, you said you'd do that paperwork."

"Actually, I never said I'd do it. You told me to do it," he corrected. Miguel rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, it's the same thing." Peter muttered under his breath something along the lines of "no it's not." Miguel cocked his head to look at him, "What was that?"

"Oh nothing," Peter said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an innocuous remote. He started fiddling with it, and the teens started whispering amongst themselves. Nothing super obvious, they didn't want to give themselves away.

"Just drop her off at the daycare when you're ready, you work better when you're not attached at the hip," Miguel said sternly before turning to walk away. Peter scoffed at the notion, clicking a button and cranking a dial. He stopped in his tracks, squirming where he stood and rubbing his waist in confusion. Peter smirked and turned it up, causing Miguel to double over and bark out a laugh.

He turned around, fighting off giggles as he leaned on the wall for support. He glared them all down, though the wide smile and deep chuckles that slipped out really diminished the effect. "W-whahat the hehehell is going ohohon? Ihihi know you guys hahave something to do with it," he accused through grit teeth, unable to contain his giggles as he twisted back and forth, knees buckling as he wrapped his arms around his waist, allowing himself to laugh freely.

This was what they'd all been waiting for. Phones were taking videos and snapping pictures all while Miguel cursed and writhed on the floor, tugging at his suit and the belt, unable to get it off. The wait had well been worth it. Even better, the only one to suffer any subsequent consequences was Peter.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober day 1 #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #hobie brown #miles morales #gwen stacy #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv tickle fic #ticklish!miguel

[samioli]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Saw this on my dash and there was permission for anyone who writes fics to do it, so I'm doing it!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

41!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

271,531! I'm pretty proud honestly, never thought the number would get so high! Also I'm pretty sure the smut alone is over 100,000 LMAO

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Ace Attorney at the moment!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

like a warm embrace

rough around the edges

wait (they don't love you like I love you)

where there is a flame (someone's bound to get burned)

hold onto me ('cause I'm a little unsteady)

WOW honestly i didnt know the last one was so high!! That was my first ever aa fic.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! What ends up happening is that I respond pretty well at first, but then i get overwhelmed and stop replying :(( And then by the time I'm ok again, i feel like it would be weird to respond. Please know i read each comment and it means the world to me!!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely 'burning the memories (that might have redeemed you)' since its a fic that takes place during 1-2 and before edgeworth's character development. I STILL HAVE THE HAPPY ENDING SEQUEL IN MY DRAFTS LMAO. I hope to finish it one day!!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not sure! Most of my fics have happy endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, not hate at least. Ive gotten some backhanded compliments before, but never flat out hate. Thank goodness for that.

9. Do you write smut?

Too friggin much

10. Do you write crossovers?

The closest ive ever gotten is a WIP where its a low-key Good Omens and Ace Attorney crossover, lmao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thankfully no!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! What's new pussycat was translated into Chinese recently!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah, I would be open to it, though!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Nrmt for real. They make my brain go BRRRRRRRR.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's a lot, lmao. Probably the sequel to I am not a vessel for your good intent.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue I would say. Dirty talk too, in smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions😔

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Nah, not my thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The Flash lmao

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I'd have to say Flame! That's my baby, and I think it has some of my best writing and pining in there.

I'm tagging @sapphire-wine, @majoringinsarcasm @sandboxer

@rage-against-the-dying-of-light, @apprenticeofdoyle and anyone else who would like to do this!!!

#narumitsu #ace attorney

[emillyverse]

First experiences

Sooooo

I know that "Behind the Scenes" is usually released after the artistic products are released, but hey, why not do it before?

I like sharing processes and seeing works of art emerge, so I hope whoever is reading this (if anyone is actually reading this) will enjoy it too!

Well, let's go!

So far, it has been 3 days of hard work. I'm not ashamed to say that the KoW Project really got me excited and the fact that I had a period off from University (which is coming to an end, thank the stars as I really want to start studying) motivated me to do as much as my body could. and my mind could handle it without it feeling forced and toxic. Thanks to that, I managed to finish planning the first scene!

Lol, yes, all these papers with writings and drafts are the first scene!

I was surprised – I didn’t expect a scene to be so big! Literally my only reaction to this was "Wow-"

I talked to the comic book writer and she said that I was going through the same difficulty as her when writing this introductory scene: The difficulty of fitting a long and complex backstory into a short space of time in a clear and objective way.

In total, the narration scene that tells from the creation of Wish Magic to the (supposed) story of Florian, Magnus and Amaya is 17 pages long.

This is in Brazilian Portuguese, probably no one will understand, but basically it says the title of the work, chapter 1, "scene 1", the word pages ("página") and their corresponding numbers.

Here we come to an interesting point, if you read my post about the "Production stages of the Fan Comic of "The Wish Kingdom" !!!" you will see that I mentioned that I would do each step per chapter…

Well that has changed.

I discovered that working only on planning tires me, I get sick and exhausted, so I'll alternate between planning and drawing the scenes, little by little putting together the chapters in the best way possible for me and the readers.

It's my first time putting together a comic book, I'm discovering what should be done and how it should be done, as well as getting to know myself a little in the process.

The conclusions I draw from this first experience is that challenging yourself to do new things can make you understand more about yourself, surprise you and be fun and tiring at the same time!

(cliché I know, but I really wanted to close this post with this little reminder Lmao)

Anyway…

I hope you enjoyed what you read, I'll be back with more in a while!

Kisses full of light and stars!

Goodbye!!

~ Emilly

#wish reimagined #wish rewrite #artists on tumblr #kingdom of wishes #kingdom of wishes fic comic #behind the scenes #behind the papers? #kow fan comic #comic art #fan comic #disney comics #comic strip #comic books #comic process #art process #artwork #my process #wish 2023 #asha wish #disney wish #starboy #starsha #the kingdom of wishes au #the kingdom of wishes au comic

[c-alliumduo-appologist]

Well I left the dump fandom and long while ago so i wanted to post an old wip fic. It was such a passion project but I never finished it because of technos death so I'll leave it here (and it's concept notes).

!! Wilburs mentioned a few times so don't be alarmed this was from like 2022, I promise I don't support that twat !!

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The roaring sound of the crowd was something Techno never got used to.

They were always too loud.

That combined with the curse of his crown the voices of 100,000 people constantly yelling around him, always led to migraines that would last for days.

Yet he continues to fight in the arenas when he's invited.

He has too, it's the only thing that calms the voices.

It keeps him away from his family, he hates that. He wants so bad to stay in the castle and listen to Wilbur play his latest song, or watch Dad write in his study. Let Mom tell him stories like when he was little. He prays for the day he has perfect silence, because that's the day he can look at his little brother and not feel shame. The voices hurt Tommy and now Tommy hates him. Tommy's only 10 he doesn't need to know about the voices, it's already confusing enough for him to wonder why his brother held a sword to his throat after he asked to play.

Techno hates himself for it, he wants things to be different. He wants to be a good brother, because he loves Tommy. He really does.

"BLOOD GOD TECHNOBLADE! TODAY IS THE DAY YOU FALL FROM YOUR PEDESTAL!" The crowd screams, they seem to really favor the new guy lately. He hopes they aren't getting tired of him, that would be bad for his name. "Sure, like I'm gonna lose to a homeless man." He's sure if the guy wasn't wearing a mask he would've seen his eye twitch. "I'm NOT homeless." Techno just laughs. "Wow! So you think homeless are bad? Cancel this man, get him out of here." The new guy started studdering trying to defend himself Techno assumes to stay in public favor.

"What, no! I didn't say that, you're putting words in my mouth." Techno would've responded but his thoughts were cut short by the announcer.

"All right! Our match today is the All Mighty Blood God verses, our newest fight who's been quickly rising up the ranks.. Dream Wastaken!"

Techno blinks almost dumbfounded, "Wastaken? What kind of title is that? It sounds dumb."

Techno must have struck a nerve with that remark, Dream suddenly went still and took his position.

"I'll have your head Blood God," he could see a green glow from under his mask.

"HA, like hell you will"

The announcer signals the start and Techno lets himself go and all he sees is red.

Dream raises his sword and stabs towards Technos abdomen. Techno takes his axe and swings to hit the blade away. He ends up hitting the handle of the sword cutting deep into Dreams hands

Dream staggers back dropping his sword and clutching his hands. He inhales sharply the audience collectively gasps.

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Yeah not much writen ik but here's the plans I had written in my drafts, it's so nostalgic to reread.

it starts out as Sbi + Mumza but techno and tommy get separated from Phil, Kristen, and Wilbur

(Wilbur is 17, Techno is 15 so hes less than wilbur because fuck you, and Tommy is 11)

So it's parentsduo + Wilbur and then also Bedrock bros, eventually they fins their way back to eachother. Techno and Tommy used to have this kinda tense relationship, they both cared alot about each other but Tommy always got along with Wilbur more. (Techno wasnt jealous of that, not at all.) but they just thought the other disliked them, and it's bothered them for years and now it's time for Techno to be cool and strong big brother for tommy. Being there for when he has nightmares to tell him stories, or reminding him that they WILL find the rest if their family. Running from zombies with the only weapons you have being swords and bows is a little bit difficult. but he does have one thing, his axe that was gifted to him by a neighboring kingdoms prince. To replace the one that was ruined in a duel he participated in on their behalf. Which they may or may not run into that prince and his betrothed (also his son?!?!?!?)along the way... Wilbur misses his brothers every single day, no matter how much his parents try to comfort him that they will be okay and that Techno is capable. He just can't shake the feeling that at every waking moment that he's not looking for them. They're getting hurt. He wishes it was him and Techno that got separated, cause then atleast Tommy would be with phil and Kristen. He wouldn't need to worry about his brother. He knows Techno will protect Tommy with his life.. but that's what he's worried about. If Techno dies protecting Tommy then what happens after? Tommy is left wandering untill inevitably hes... So he hopes Techno doesn't have to do soemthing that wreckless Because if he does, he'll lose BOTH of his brothers. and personally he'd rather not have that become a reality."

#dsmp #tommyinnit #technoblade #philza minecraft #uhhh #idk how to tag this #wip fic #zombie #zombie apocolypse au #royalty au #old fic #abandoned #slay

[romanceclub-lovers]

Romance Club news recap...

The Desert Rose

Finally I can tell you about Nafisa.

She was inspired by the Moroccan poetess Saïda Menebhi.

Saïda taught English and was a member of the revolutionary Forward movement. She condemned the oppression of women and fought for the identity of the people.

Saïda died at 25: she went on a hunger strike and died in hospital.

Nafisa couldn't have a happy ending, unfortunately. And I couldn't see the scene in which she suddenly appears and goes to meet her daughter’s chosen ones.

When I wrote the scene, the same one that ended episode 5, I felt bad, very bad.

The first version didn’t make it into the story - I realized that it made me shake, I was disgusted. After rewriting a few things, I deleted the draft so as not to come across it again.

Throughout Season 1, we often remember Yasmin's mother. I wanted to show her throwing: she had not heard about her mother, it was taboo, but then Rabia opened this purulent wound, and the others stopped being afraid.

Chopin was mentioned several times in the Desert Rose. And always in the context of Kadir and his home. The great composer had a lover - George Sand - a writer who took a male pseudonym, a very brave woman, very charismatic.

Many poetesse were inspired by her. In my understanding, George Sand was also loved by Nafisa, mentally considering her as herself, and Kadir as Chopin.

The Chopin sounding in Kadir's house is his cry for his lost past and his missing wife. Yasmin's house is a continuous memory, Kadir's endless secret room.

Source: Amy. G telegram

Art credit: рина.

Kali: Flame of Samsara

Kamal Rai

💎 Prototype: Maluma

I’m sure that the first part of the fandom expected to see Ozcivit Burak (Bali Bey), and the second part Jason Momoa, but both options were missed😁

I quite by chance saw a long-haired bearded handsome man when I was looking for references for Kamal, and I realized that wow... it’s him ...

But... not everywhere🤔 in most photos, this artist does not really fit, but in the days of long hair and beard - this is it, or a younger version of Kamal, when he was younger and more mischievous (during those very years of the uprising, a bear without control😌 ).

I love the charisma and radiance that comes from the prototype reference when he smiles. I don’t know the artist, I hope he’s like that in life too😁

The image of a strong and brave warrior, but at the same time not the typical gloomy, cruel and withdrawn one, but self-confident, sociable and smiling, has been sitting in my head for a long time. Since the time of "Valkyrie" by M. Semenova, where Slavomir immediately became my favorite🙈 besides, I have a special affinity for thick mustaches and beards, all the stars really aligned here...

Despite all this, we also know that Kamal has had all sorts of rumors in the past: about his carelessness, thirst for battles and revenge. During the years of the uprising, he was one of the first who rushed into all the battles. Inside he is an ardent, willful and fearless man, but due to age he has gained patience and intelligence, because now he is responsible not only for himself, but also for his family. Any decisions he makes will affect the Rai family, and he needs to be a wise leader.

I think that he finds a special charm in Devi precisely because with her personality she reminds him of himself in the past, 17 years ago...⚔️

Ram Doobay

💎 Prototype: Liam Samuels

Another prototype you probably didn't expect. Working on the second Doobay as Li meant that I needed to come up with a character who would not be considered too similar to Amrit, but at the same time there should be a family relative connection between them, that same spice that only the Doobay's have.

Amrit has sharp facial features, so for working with Ram I chose exactly the opposite: the model taken as a prototype has soft and delicate facial features, full lips and a direct, but not provocative gaze. It was his gaze that caught my attention (this happens often), calm and even tired, but full of quiet confidence.

Ram doesn’t care what or who thinks about him, the man is perfectly aware of his position, and he finds attempts to "cock" in front of the dozen men ridiculous😒

He is tall and has the same slender and wiry body as the other men in his family. Ram also has two family characteristics: his eye color (green with yellow flecks) and his curly dark hair.

However, as a family brahmin, he was marked by the goddess and his left eye is gray in color. There is a parallel here with one of Basu’s family eye colors, it is also gray.

In the veins of the women from this family, as they like to say, there is a drop of the blood of Mahakali herself.

The gray eye is like a connecting link, thanks to which Ram doesn't need a guide ring (which is kept by the first heirs of the family: Raj and Amrit, for example).

But this same feature makes his life difficult: Ram sees things that an ordinary mortal shouldn't, faceless shadows and voices overcome him strongly especially when he's without a blindfold.

During rituals, services and just before going to bed, Ram removes the blindfold. Only he and Ratan know what the burden is for the younger heir of the Doobay's.

Ram sensitively and subtly senses the goddess, and Ratan, as a avatar with vast experience, helps to cope with the task.

Aleksandra Remy about Ram Doobay:

Despite his outward indifference and typical Doobay self-confidence, Ram can be very passionate and sensual.

He has a need for love, like everyone else, but due to loneliness (few people are able to understand him, and other people more often tire him than interest him) and disgust, Ram doesn't start thoughtless love affairs with other women and in general rarely pays attention to them attention.

He needs someone who will share with him his difficult existence and views, and also who can become an interesting interlocutor for him.

This sounds unlikely and even impossible, so Ram doesn’t really believe that he will meet someone like that, and he certainly doesn’t believe that this "someone" could be a wife forcibly selected for him.

Source: A. Remy telegram

#romance club #romance club game #rc writers #rc the desert rose #rc kali flame of samsara

[antimonyandthyme]

Tagged by the lovely @badboy-george and @rosyjuly for the 20 questions for fic writers game, thank you! <33

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

62!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

196,925

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently it's only F1, but I've written for a bunch of anime fandoms like Haikyuu! and Daiya no Ace (even in anime I can't escape sports) and Naruto of course. And some movie ones like Tenet. And some random others. Like the Epic 7 and Fire Emblem game.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Cloud That Settles (sewis), then If You Don't Play, You'll Never Win (lestappen), then Treading Softly in My Head (martian), then All the Miles We Have to Shed (martian), then Shutter Speed (martian). Special mention to the sixth in line But I Exist to Serve the Master, which I think was the first fic up on ao3 for The Gentlemen (2019) fandom kekekeke.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely. I have a backlog at the moment which I feel a little guilty about because I want anyone who's commented to know their words and thoughts are so beloved to me, and sometimes when someone leaves a wonderfully thoughtful comment it takes me ages to respond because I want to respond in kind.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Spring Cleaning (maxiel) or this prosenna tumblr ficlet

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm. Looking through my fics I realize they often end on a very happy, resolved, or hopeful note. It'd be tough for me to choose the happiest. Maybe Down in the Depths We Make Our Home (sebchal pacific rim au), just for how complete it felt at the end.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in the traditional sense, like I hate your writing! kind of thing. I've had some odd comments that I genuinely think weren't meant to be mean but have made me question some aspects of my writing, and I've learned to take those in stride. I'm also very very lucky to be surrounded by beloved people who have everlasting patience for my huehuehues.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Kekekeke. Y E S. I love doing so. I'm not sure I can describe what kind, I'm into so many flavours. The really, really horny kind? *me scrolling through my ao3* Oh wow yes the really, really, really horny kind.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have not! Only AUs at the moment. The craziest AU I've ever thought of was probably an F1 Chainsaw Man AU.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't believe so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I've had If You Don't Play, You'll Never Win and Melt Your Aches and Call This Home (a baseball anime fic) translated into Chinese. Reading them has been a delight and a lesson all in one!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I am in talks with... some beloved people...

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

All time! Hmm. Hmm! Naruto/Sasuke my og pairing probably. But Martian and Sebmick are right up there too.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Huehuehue. I have a bunch languishing in my drafts at the moment. Rosquez, seb4seb, sebastidan wips are most in danger because my interest in them crests super hard one day and wanes the next. *sees a gif* *is inspired* *sees a gif of something else* *forgets*

16. What are your writing strengths?

Narrative voicing I think? A very clear, defining character arc. I've been told the porn's pretty good too, while being very emotional.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long fic. Ah, geez. There are so many stories in my head that could only be done justice if I had the patience to take my time with it, put in the hours, put in the words, put in the work. But I'm very easily distracted by shiny things unfortunately. I also worry I write the characters the same across fics. Like my Sebs, I worry that he's getting a little too consistent and predictable even in vastly different works.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I probably wouldn't, I would worry too much about whether I got the nuances and grammar and structure and voicing right.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Naruto?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This changes depends on the day you ask. At the moment it's actually my prosenna tumblr fics, which upon every reread I find myself liking more. (The real fave fave fic is something I chatficced with @rosyjuly that I hope will one day see the light of day)

No pressure tagging if you'd like to play! @sebrrari @effervescentdragon @ayceeofspades @loveisworry @wewentcarracing

#athy texts #fanfic #thank you this was very fun to do #and very lovely to think about

[a-s-levynn]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

so i'm gonna attempt to answer all 6 of these in one go under this one but wow.. 30? hooo boy.. let's get to it, and see how many i can manage to scrounge together

ps. up front: It took a bit actually to finish it, it kinda consumed my past day and a half but y'all this was such an exercise in self reflection because you really have to think what is it you actually like or are proud of about yourself not just list 2-3 surface lvl copout. And it turns out can be a lot more than expected. It can be small things and weird things and unconventional things. Just things. It also was such an unexpected morale boost, like.. yo.. i actually don't hate myself as much as i thought?

(also sorry for typos in advance i didn't have the mind or time to correct them, maybe later)

1. Let's start easy. My hair. The natural curls it has. I hated it for so long but by now i enjoying them so much, especially the past year or so when it got longer. (imagine will ramos type curls. it's dead on i just don't have that thick of a mane) I stil lstraighten it occasionally but not nearly as much as i used to. Also in the summer the ends go red 'cause of the sun lightening it up, which ends me up with a real fun natural kind of ombre.

2. I'm a good problem solver. I can be awful practical at times but it helps with situations that needs solving instead of panicking.

3. I kinda like the fact that despite my loath of cooking/baking and all foodmaking in general, i am a pretty good cook.

4. I'm a good listener. At least i like to think i'm a good listener.

5. I'm a fast learner especially if it is shown prolerly step by step once.

6. I'm not the most creative person on the planet but i'm fairly decent and i like that.

7. You know what, i'm actually proud of the effort i make to be judgemental as little as i can. Because nobody is perfect but i actually do try and for most part it's going great.

8. This ties into the 2nd one but i like the fact that i can be objective to a degree that i'm able to emotionally detach from situations to the point that i can assess them level headed.

9. And on that note i'm stupiddly self aware. Of my faults and shortcomings as well as my capabilieties (however limited they are) and it helps me a lot to work on myself to be a decent human being.

10. I'm really good at eyeballing things. Like for example back when i did cosplays i usually didn't had to do any sort of mental gimnastics or calculations to figure out how large my props should be. 9 out of 10 times the first draft was perfectly sized.

11. To think of it i like the fact that i not just realized but accepted that i'm not perfect, never wíll be but that is okay.

12. I'm proud of the fact that i know i'm not the smartest person in the room, ever. I'm not smart academically speaking. I'm more practical-smart, but i'm not all knowing and the knowledge of that makes me want to learn shit. Ther eis always room for improvement and learning.

13. High pain tolerance.

14. Honestly i like that i made it up until now in life and still going. It wasn't always a sure thing but for the most part i'm liking the fact that it happend. That i made it.

15. I like being on a good path with being unapologetic about who i am, what i like and why am i the way i am.

16. I'm actually good negotiator if i make an effort. I'm fairly good at diffusing arguments.

17. This is a funny one but i like that i can identify people i know by their movements from far away. See, my eyesight isn't the best so i usually memorized bodylanguage faster than faces since i was a teenager. So it lead to some fun situations like me and someone else waiting for a third and i was like yeah they are like 500 m away so you can't see the face or anything but i already knew it's the person we are waiting and people go like "wow how did you know?"

18. As messy as it is i like how my handwriting can be so varied. I learned to write tilted cursive but my grandma forced me to learn non-tilted cursive and later i started to use non cursive and it became this weird amalgamation and now i can write in a lot of different aesthetics and i like it. Also made me the go to person for forged singitures back at school but that's an other story..

19. I like the fact that i don't hold grudges. I feel like they are a waste of time and energy and just weigh you down. So i can just.. go past them. I know shit happend, i acknowledge it but i'm not agonizing over it.

20. I like the fun fact that for elementary school i wasn't put into the music specialization because i had good hearing and a decent voice but because i had unusual rythm sense for my age at that time. Than i learned to sing okay but it was so funny. Everyone around me got in because they could sing and i was just riddiculously good at replicating rythmic excercises. (crying shame my father sold out the drumkit from under my ass before i could have really gotten deep into it.. i might've ended up on a different life path.. i mean i did play bass for a time but it wasn't the same, altho i kinda feel the itch to pick it back up again for a few years now just for amusing myself at home)

21. I like the fact that dispite the school system's damnest efforts i still do a lot of thing with my left hand. I was ambidextous since birth but out ancient education system think it's better if every kid is right handed. But my parent's didn't gave a shit, just let me do my stuff however it was comfy for me. So i use for example knives with my left but write with my right, that sort of mixups. It's fun how it can confuse others when they don't know the bg story for it.

22. Honestly i joke about my eyecolour being the literal colour of goose shit but i say that because i find it extremely funny and i like weirdly funny things in general.

23. I like the fact that (as per my knowledge) i'm not allergic to anything. With the level of nihilism i sport on the self-preservation front it would have been an interesting thing.

24. On the artsy and craftsy front i can work with multiple mediums which is fun. When i feel like drawing on paper i can, when is feel like paintig i could, i can do papermashe, amateur jewellery making, sewing, i can also do paper forlding, photography, and as you saw if i have the fancy to dabble in sculpting i have a decent shot for it not turning out terrible. I'm not amazing in any of them but i'm decent enough that i'm not just enjoying the process but i actually like a fair amount of the end results.

25. I'm good with maps and navigation in general. It's very rare for me to get lost at all. (only exception is large buildings.. i'm practically direction blind in closed spaces)

26. I love the fact the i learned english essentially by playing online video games, reading comics and watching movies. Now i have an official exam paper thingie but it was an aftertought for my resumé more than anything else.

27. I like that i'm basically friends with my mom.

28. An other funny one but i find it amusing that if you talk to me about something, even if i have no idea about what you are talking about it, but if you are excited i'm going to mirror you level of excitement without conscientiously trying to do it.

29. I like my sense of aesthetics in general.

30. And i like the fact that i can pick up on the most random small details and be unreasonably excited about it. I like being excited about stuff. You know, child-like wonder and all that i guess. Dunno, i just like it.

And that is it. It was a lot but yeah.. Have a bonus cozy sleeping cat if you chew all this text:

#levynn answers #anon ask

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fic writer 20 questions - ask game

I was tagged by @bitbybitwrites Thanks!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

68

2. whats your ao3 word count?

1,160,101 (WOW! Didn't realize it was that many.)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I've written fics for Glee, Shameless, RWRB, and I'm about to dip my toe into writing for OFMD

4. top 5 fics by kudos

1. Collide 2. How Kurt Hummel Loses His Virginity (But Accidentally Falls In Love In the Process) 3. Stay With Me 4. Jump 5. Some Day My Prince Will Come

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

No, and I always feel terrible when I don't.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

You Me Him If you've read it you know why. 👀

7. whats the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Guard My Heart

8. do you get hate on fics?

Only one and it's You Me Him. I knew going into that story that people would get mad at me for what I did. But I stand by my decision and choices, because they make the most sense in the story.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. If you've read my stuff then you know.

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one youve ever written?

No.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I believe so. Not entirely sure.

13. have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No.

14. fave all time ship?

Um... I don't know if I can choose just one. There are so many ships I love, from movies to shows to books.

15. wip you want to finish but doubt you will?

Probably the several I have in my drafts.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Maybe internal dialogue. I love exploring a person's thoughts and feelings.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar and punctuation are some things I need to work on.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I try not to do it since I have no knowledge of said language and don't want to get something wrong. But if someone is fluent in another language and wants to include it, I say go ahead. (My only gripe is when a translation isn't provided somewhere.)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Glee

20. fave fic youve written?

I've said it before and I'll say it again, my fave fic I've written is Rain and Vanilla and Sunshine. I actually go back and reread this every once and awhile.

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Thirteen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5325 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: In my head the woman artist is dolly parton. its not accurate but idc

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Show days were full on. Addison had only been to one and somehow she felt as though she had lived through a full tour though she supposed that could have something to do with the whirlwind her mother had put her through over the past couple of weeks. They woke late the morning after and by the time they got to Atlanta they barely had time to do anything but prepare for the show that night. Addison spent most of her time with Dodger by the heated pool in their hotel whilst periodically checking in on Gladys who had informed her once Elvis was out of worrying distance that she wasn’t feeling well. She imagined it was different for Elvis and his team as they had things to do and ways to keep busy, but for her touring was a little boring. She longed to go out and explore the city. To find something that Memphis didn’t have but without her best friend to go with her she didn’t really see the point.

So after finishing her book she escorted Dodger to her room, checked in on Gladys and then headed to get ready. She was once again sharing a room with Elvis though she wasn’t sure how that had come around since she figured that someone would have gotten around to jumbling the plan back into place, but it hadn’t been done, not that she minded. Once showered she inspected her small bag of toiletries and her dress as if willing them to change into new and more exciting items. The last time she had worn her dress had been at her party and she’d had Marci on hand to make her look beautiful. Now she was left to her own devices it didn’t seem as feasible. Not to mention everyone had already seen her dress so the wow factor would be well and truly gone. Still with no other options she got dressed watching herself closely in the mirror once she was finished. She didn’t look bad, no, if anything she looked pretty but she still felt out of place. It didn’t help that she was going to have to put her cardigan and cumbersome winter coat over the top of it which didn’t exactly spell chic but rather comfort and warmth.

Once she was ready she spritzed some perfume on herself, grabbed her purse and then headed out into the long hallway where all their rooms were located. As she came out of her door Sonny came out of his grabbing her attention as he offered her a whistle.

‘Wow,’ he said, taking her in, 'you look good.’ ‘Thanks,’ she said meekly as a blush crept along her face. ‘I mean it,’ he said with a small smile which Addison returned as they started walking down the hall together. ‘Where is everyone?’ she asked. ‘EP’s got interviews downstairs so him, Red, Vernon and the Colonel are in some conference room. Everyone else is waiting to go in the lobby.’ ‘Shit, am I the last one down?’ she asked, cursing herself for having spent so long faffing over what to wear. ‘Well that depends,’ Sonny said. ‘On what?’ she asked, confused. ‘Whether you beat me through the door when we get down there,’ he said as the elevator they had been waiting for pinged open. They stepped inside and whilst Sonny pressed the button making it whir to life Addison took a moment to watch him. He was dressed more formally than she’d seen him before in a dinner jacket and slacks though his collar was open giving that hint of casualness. He looked handsome. ‘Well I’ll try not to elbow you too hard when I push you out of the way,’ she smiled. Sonny chuckled. ‘Nah you don’t have to worry about me,’ he said before adding, 'I always let the pretty ones go first.’

Before Addison could respond the door pinged open once more and Sonny gestured for her to head out which she did though she could feel her cheeks on fire. Was he flirting with her? She shook that thought from her mind as he led her to a small room off the lobby where there were several couches that everyone was lounging around on waiting to go. The boys were clustered in one corner, only missing Red, whilst Gladys and Dodger were sitting on a couch together chatting quietly. Addison made a beeline for them. Though she didn’t feel any malice about being left out of the festivities last night she still didn’t want to have her nose rubbed in it and she could hear the boys laughing and joking about the goings on at the bar they had gone to after the show.

 ‘Don’t you look spiffy?’ Dodger said as she perched on the edge of an armchair close by. ‘Thanks,’ Addison said with a polite smile, feeling that same old blush reappear, ‘you two look nice too.’ ‘Thanks darlin’,’ Gladys said with a soft smile though it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She looked worn out, the bags under her eyes were heavier today and though she had spent most of the day in bed she still looked tired. Addison frowned. ‘I said that dress would look just right on her, didn’t I?’ Dodger said gesturing to Gladys’ deep blue number. ‘You must have a knack,’ Addison giggled. ‘Shame it don’t feel right,’ Gladys said, rejigging the ruffled detailing on the front of her dress further down as if it was strangling her. ‘That’s just because you’re under the weather,’ Dodger said placing a hand on her daughter in laws knee. ‘Do you still not feel any better?’ Addison asked as her frown deepened. ‘I’m fine,’ Gladys said though her face wasn’t very convincing. ‘Are you sure?’ Addison asked. ‘I’m just a little tired,’ she said. ‘You could do with a pick me up,’ Dodger stated. ‘Want me to get you a coffee?’ Addison asked, Gladys nodded with a smile. Addison rose out of her chair smoothing her dress out as she stood but as she went to walk away she felt Gladys’ hand on her wrist and she turned to see what she wanted. ‘Actually, make it a vodka soda,’ she said with a soft smile.

Addison nodded dutifully though she didn’t want to. Elvis had expressed to her how much he didn’t like his mother’s drinking and Addison had noticed it was a lot more present in their house now than she remembered. Besides it didn’t make sense for her to be drinking especially if she didn’t feel well but she wasn’t about to tell a grown woman what to do. So she headed out into the lobby and to the adjoining bar. It wasn’t too crowded but there were a few people milling around seemingly along for the press interview Elvis was giving in the neighbouring function room. She sidled up to the bar and waited. It was deserted until a boy not much older than her came rushing towards it and slipped behind the counter quickly.

‘Sorry about that,’ he said. ‘It’s okay,’ Addison said kindly, ‘busy day?’ ‘Yeah feels like I’ve not stopped,’ he said resting both his hands on the bar. ‘Well thanks for slotting me into your busy schedule,’ Addison joked which made him smirk. ‘Oh I can always find time for a pretty face,’ he said leaning in towards her, ‘so what can I get you?’ ‘Um, vodka soda,’ Addison said awkwardly. She was unaccustomed to being complimented especially not twice in less than an hour. As he dutifully poured her drink out he watched her making her blush. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little in the ambient lighting and Addison couldn’t help but think that he was cute, in a boyish sort of way.

‘So, what brings you to Georgia?’ he asked. ‘Family trip,’ she said which was technically not a lie. ‘Oh,’ he replied. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Nothing, I just figured you’d be here to see Elvis,’ he said with a shrug as he placed the glass down on the bar in front of her, ‘everyone else is.’ ‘Is that why it’s so busy?’ she asked feigning ignorance. ‘Yeah, some benefit concert or something. I mean other people are in it too but the hotels been crawling with chicks-’ he said correcting himself as she raised an eyebrow, ‘I mean girls like you. So I figured.’ ‘Oh yeah and what are girls like me like?’ she asked cockily enjoying watching him squirm though it didn’t last long as he leaned in towards her, resting his elbows on the bar so they were face to face. ‘Young,’ he said before looking at her flirtatiously and adding, ‘and very, very pretty.’ ‘Is that right?’ she said. ‘Yeah, why else do you think I rushed over here to serve you,’ he said. ‘Great customer service?’ she asked. ‘Nah,’ he chuckled, ‘though I’m willing to go the extra mile if you want to.’ ‘Yeah?’ Addison replied. ‘I mean if you’re interested I might be able to sneak you into the back of the press conference,’ he said, ‘it’s pretty exclusive but I’m sure I could get you in.’ ‘What makes you think I’m an Elvis fan?’ she asked. She was enjoying herself. She had seen people fawning over Elvis. She had seen the way fans went insane trying to get a piece of him and how strange it felt for her as she never saw him as anything other than himself. So seeing this boy trip over himself to win favour by using a glimpse of her best friend as bait was funny to watch. ‘Isn’t everyone?’ he asked ‘And I’m sure that’s just out of the goodness of your heart, right?’ Addison snorted making him smile. ‘Maybe,’ he shrugged, ‘but there is something you could do.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ Addison asked. ‘Give me your number,’ he said. ‘512,’ she said quickly grabbing the glass out from in front of him as he watched her confused, ‘my room number. Add it to the tab.’

And before he could say anything she waltzed back to the room where everyone was waiting.

Meanwhile, Elvis was bored, like he always was at interviews. It was always the same questions, reporters who thought they could catch him out and use whatever he said as their shocking new headline. He was lucky today though because at his side were half a dozen or so other artists all of which were participating in the same concert. It meant he didn’t have to pay as much attention and that meant his mind had wandered back to last night. He had loved performing for Addison though he had been bummed out when she hadn’t wanted to continue the night with him. In fact, he didn’t want to continue the night either, he would have much rather gone home with her but he couldn’t exactly say no to the boys. So when he’d accidentally awoke her when he came in he had been happy that she wanted to stay up and talk with him. Even if it had left him wracking his brains into the early hours about what her favourite song of his was.  

And it had been nice to have her in his bed, even if it was innocent. He’d lay there after she’d fallen asleep just listening to her peaceful breathing contently until she’d rolled over and nuzzled into his side, her arm slung across his stomach lazily though it felt so warm against his bare skin he thought it may cause burns. He’d fallen asleep like that and even awoke the same way though he cursed himself for having to get up so she wouldn’t know. His eyes closed a tad, a smile dancing across his lips, as he recalled the way she had mumbled against him, protesting the loss of his touch when he’d moved. When he opened them the crowd of reporters was staring at him as were the Colonel’s beady eyes from the back of the room.

‘Well?’ a reporter on the front row said. He was about Elvis’ age though he looked older. His features were pinched in the middle of his face and it wasn’t relieved by the smirk that seemed to be plastered across his face at Elvis’ loss for words. ‘I’m sorry,’ Elvis said flashing the most charming smile he could muster, ‘could you repeat that?’ ‘I said it’s no secret your style of dancing has been wildly criticised. Do you have any animosity to these critics?’ he said, his smug smile never wavering. Elvis rubbed his brow and smiled. ‘Well not really. Those people have a job to do and they do it,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘And do you think you’ve learned anything from the criticism?’ he continued. ‘No I haven’t,’ Elvis said. ‘You haven’t?’ the reporter said dubiously. ‘No, well I don’t feel I’m doing anything wrong,’ Elvis said. ‘So you wouldn’t change what you’re doing?’ he asked. Elvis shook his head, ‘is that fair? I mean this concert is going to be televised. It could impact the ratings meaning less money for charity no?’ ‘With all due respect Sir,’ Elvis said leaning in a little closer to the microphone, ‘I’m sure my fans could give the critics a run for their money.’ ‘And who says they’re all tuning in to watch him,’ an elegant southern voice said a few microphones down. Elvis turned to glance at a female artist. She was petite and pretty and her comment was enough to get the reporters to lose focus on him as they rapidly fired questions at her. The reporter who had been questioning him though didn’t follow suit. He looked at Elvis with a sneer jotting something down in his notepad. Elvis smiled back smugly.

It wrapped up quickly after that and soon enough his Daddy, Red, the Colonel and him were being shepherded to a long car which was idling outside the hotel doors. As Red got into the front passenger side he climbed in one side along with the Colonel whilst his Daddy took to the other. As the Colonel took a seat beside his mother and Dodger, Elvis and Vernon slid in either side of Addison.

‘Hey,’ she said with a smile as she looked at him, ‘good interview?’ ‘Eh, it was alright,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Would’ve been better if those reporters could learn some manners,’ Vernon said as he closed the door with a thunk. Gladys frowned. ‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Nuthin’ just some fool reporter thinking he could intimidate me with his stupid questioning. Talking about my dancing again,’ Elvis said. ‘This again,’ Gladys sighed, ‘your talent is God-given baby! How can they not see that?’ ‘They wouldn’t know talent if it bit them on the ass,’ Dodger said rolling her eyes. Addison giggled. ‘Well he got told anyway,’ Vernon said, ‘seems our boy has another fan in one of the other acts.’ ‘Yeah she was a right feisty thing,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison kept a smile on her face though she felt it tighten just a tad at the mention of another woman. ‘Who’s that?’ she said making Elvis glance towards her. ‘One of the other artists on tonight. I don’t know her name she’s new apparently,’ Elvis shrugged making Addison’s smile become a little more genuine. ‘Well, I’m glad she’s in your corner baby. You just do like you always do tonight. They can’t complain about that,’ Gladys said. The Colonel huffed what sounded like a tight scoff from his lips which caused Elvis’ gaze to go straight to him as the pair locked eyes for a moment. He was watching his client closely as if taunting him to challenge him though hadn’t actually uttered a word yet.

‘You don’t agree?’ Elvis asked angrily looking at the Colonel who shrugged. ‘These reporters may have a point,’ the Colonel said. ‘Oh yeah and what’s that?’ Elvis replied. ‘That gigs like this aren’t your average run-of-the-mill show. Your fans come because they want to see you. The people coming tonight may be here to see you they may not but should you provoke them you may only add soldiers to their cause.’ ‘Yeah well they can think what they want,’ Elvis said, ‘everyone just needs to let me do my job.’

The car fell silent for a moment before the Colonel started talking to Vernon about a new line of Christmas merchandise as if nothing had happened. The women of the car however didn’t move on quite so quickly. Elvis could feel three pairs of eyes on him. The motherly affection of his mother and Dodger and the concern from Addison. He offered them a half-hearted smile which he was sure didn’t reassure them much and then looked out the window. He was always nervous before shows and the Colonel wasn’t helping matters. He wanted to be himself out there and more to the point his fans liked the way he acted. He just didn’t know why the Colonel cared so much about him being the way he was. He couldn’t dwell on it too long as he was distracted by Addison’s hand on his thigh. She smiled at him when he glanced at her before looking away, delving into the conversation his mother and Dodger had gotten in to, but it was enough to pull him out of his mood.

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The show was going great. Addison had enjoyed all of the other acts that had been on so far but she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to Elvis’ slot. She could feel the excitement mounting as they announced him to the stage and though the other acts had been well received this was something different. The crowd broke into whoops and cheers with several girls screaming no matter what part of the song he was singing he was up to. He really could work a crowd well and he always knew just when to move a certain way or how to talk to them. And she was sure that she could see a smirk on his face just before he did anything that drove the crowd insane like he knew how he was going to affect them.

‘Uh ladies and gentlemen we, my band and I, wanna thank you all for coming out tonight. Now I know that you’re not here for us but rather for a good cause,’ he said chuckling as there were protestations from the crowd about their reason for attending, ‘but even so we appreciate it. And we’re gonna round off with one we love but first I ask you to indulge me just a little.’

As he walked over to the piano and sat down there were claps and cheers. Addison didn’t take part, instead, she was craning her neck behind Gene who was sitting in her view so she could watch Elvis closely. The crowd broke into low whispers as he started to make the piano emit the first few notes of the song as they were wondered what he was going to play but she didn’t need to. It was I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now. Her favourite song. Just as she remembered him playing it years before.

‘Elvis,’ she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that sounded entirely unlike her as she leant on the side of their church piano. There was a potluck going on outside but the pair of them had lost interest and decided to sneak back inside, Elvis longing to practice on the piano whilst Addison was just content at being his shadow. ‘Addison,’ he said with a coy smile as she turned to lean on it with her elbows. ‘Play me a song,’ she said. ‘What song?’ he asked as if he didn’t already know. It was one she loved to hear. One she had made him play fifty times before though he was enjoying pretending as if he didn’t know what she was referring to.

‘Oh come on,’ she said. ‘Amazing grace?’ he said smirking as her little face scrunched up with annoyance. ‘No,’ she said elongating the word. ‘His hand in mine?’ Elvis said continuing to act clueless. ‘No!’ she giggled. ‘Swing low sweet chariot?’ Elvis said. ‘Elvis!’ she said coming around to push him up on the piano stool and placing her tiny hand on his. ‘Oh this one,’ he said as his fingers started to tinkle along the ivory keys. Addison smiled up at him as he cleared his throat ready to sing. Addison enjoyed hearing him play and at that moment she needed it. She liked the song which was a good job as she had heard it countless times over the past couple of weeks since her father had taken to listening to it on a loop. Actually, he had spent most nights in the past week drinking whiskey with Vernon and listening to heartbreak records. The pain and sorrow of which he related to. Now he was outside, laughing and joking as if everything was okay when in reality she had spent the night listening to him sob about her mother leaving once again. He’d thought she couldn’t hear him, the record player covering his cries but he was wrong. So when Elvis had wanted to duck inside the church she had insisted on following him inside, knowing that he would be able to take her mind off of it and even rewrite the pain of that memory with a new one. She loved Elvis’ voice. It was soft and gravelly, especially since he had gotten a little bit older, nevertheless it was always the same comforting feeling.

That comforting feeling was there again but with it had come a surprise sorrow, one that had made tears prick her eyes threatening to spill over any moment though fortunately no one noticed her. They were too focused on watching the boys but even so she felt embarrassed and suddenly needed to get out of there. So, without a word, she stumbled past Sonny and Red and pushed her way out of the row until she was outside the concert hall in a long cool corridor. The lights were harsh against her eyes making them sting as tears began to fall over her cheeks. She closed her eyes and rested back against the cool painted brick, willing them to subside, which they did, disappearing quickly as she heard the click of a metal door opening and closing and looked up to find Sonny coming out of the hall squinting as he looked around due to the harsh white lights. As he spotted her he smiled, coming towards her as she straightened up.

‘You alright?’ he asked. Addison nodded trying to breeze past the slight sniffle that emitted out of her as she said, ‘yep.’ ‘You sure?’ Sonny asked sceptically, ‘you kinda bolted from there pretty quick-’ ‘It was a little stuffy in there,’ she lied, ‘just needed some air. I can go back in now.’ ‘There’s not much point,’ Sonny said, ‘they’re nearly done.’ ‘Right,’ she said. Sonny smiled as he slung an arm over her shoulders. ‘Come on let’s head backstage,’ he said. Addison nodded and kept by his side as they headed down the corridor to a guarded door. Sonny flashed a pass at them and they let them through without incident just in time for them to meet Elvis and the band as they came rushing off stage amped up on adrenaline and the cheers they could hear from the auditorium.

Elvis spotted her immediately causing a tidal wave of emotions to hit him. She was once again in that pretty black dress of hers, something he had not seen on the way over due to her winter coat, looking like a vision and making his blood rush southward. It was stopped though as he noted Sonny’s arm slung around her shoulders and though it looked casual enough he still didn’t like it. Without thinking he rushed toward her, his arms sweeping around her causing Sonny to take an awkward step back as he hugged her. She hugged him back watching him with a smile as she pulled back.

‘What did you think?’ he asked. ‘I loved it,’ she said, ‘thank you.’ ‘Well, it’s been a while since we changed up the setlist. I figured now was as good of a time as any,’ he said with a grin. ‘Yeah well you didn’t need to,’ she said. ‘I wanted to,’ he replied, she could feel his thumb brushing along her back in small circles which sent a shiver down her spine. ‘I know,’ she giggled, ‘but you didn’t need to because you already played my favourite.’ ‘What?’ he asked perplexed. He had wracked his brains for hours, even gone out of his way to get the boys on board with a new song and he had missed the obvious. ‘I mean it wasn’t my favourite rendition,’ she smirked, ‘I prefer acapella myself.’ ‘Acapella? Oh. Damn how can I be so dense!’ he said with a hearty laugh as he clicked on what she had meant. The set list had covered his singles but they had thrown a nod to some of the B-sides including her only request, First in Line. As she threw her head back in a laugh he couldn’t even feel angry at being so stupid. Instead, he watched her with a smile. People were coming into the room thick and fast now but neither of them seemed to care. Though they had to let one another go so Elvis could be thanked for his performance by various event managers they never strayed far from one another. Addison remained by his side, navigated wherever they went by Elvis’s hand on her waist.

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Addison was lost in sleep and though she could hear a gentle thunking just outside in the realm of consciousness she couldn’t pull herself out until she heard Elvis’ voice. When she opened her eyes she found herself in bed alone though she could hear running water nearby and the bathroom door was closed signalling Elvis was up and showering. As the knocking came back she heard him call once more, ‘Addie can you get that? It’s room service.’ ‘Okay,’ she called though it was punctured by a yawn.

As she climbed out of bed she shivered, her thin night dress not fending off the morning chill in the air now that she was out from under the covers. She looked around the room for something to cover up with but found nothing, immediately cursing herself for not dressing more warmly. Last night she had been a different person. Since the diner she had felt the shift in her and Elvis’ relationship but that night it seemed to have gone even further. After the concert, they headed to a bar to celebrate. His family and management had headed back to the hotel whilst him, Addison and the boys had found a place to enjoy themselves. They spent the night by one another’s side, talking in hushed whispers and giggles, their touches lingering a little longer than normal. It had been wonderful. And then when they’d come back to the room they’d spent most of the wee hours talking in bed. Addison had opted to wear a skimpy night dress, the alcohol in her brain suggesting teasing him might be a good way to get him to kiss her, but it had never come. Now she was cursing her drunk self for not wrapping up as she walked to the door and pulled it open.

‘Hi 512,’ the boy said with a smile, the bartender from yesterday. He was standing with a trolley in front of him, plates covered over with silver dishes though they didn’t protect the smell of French toast from wafting into her nostrils. ‘Hi,’ she said feeling a little self-conscious as his eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her cleavage before they came back up to her face. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked and she nodded, holding onto the door as he walked the trolley in and set it up. ‘I thought you were a bartender,’ she said as he turned around, flashing her a pearly white smile. ‘Jack of all trades,’ he said, ‘especially when I hear there’s an order for 512.’ ‘Ah so this is you going the extra mile?’ she said. ‘Well you left without tipping yesterday,’ he said coming towards her and standing by the door frame. He was looking down on her though she didn’t feel intimidated. In fact, she didn’t feel anything. She could hear the shower cut off and sounds of movement in the bathroom and she was acutely aware that she wanted him gone before Elvis came out.

‘Well this is on the tab as well I’m afraid,’ she said, ‘and I don’t carry cash with me.’ ‘I suppose your number will just have to do,’ he said just as Elvis stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Hey we get-’ he started though he stopped as he noted the other man in the room. He was wearing just a towel, drips from his head trailing down his torso but Addison couldn’t look instead she dropped her gaze to the door handle her hand was resting on, ‘there a problem?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘foods here.’ ‘Yeah I can see that,’ he said tersely. ‘I just need a tip,’ she said. ‘My wallet is on the dresser,’ Elvis said moving into the room to grab some clothes. Addison flitted from the door and grabbed his wallet pulling a couple of bills out of it before she headed back to where the man was standing watching them both curiously. ‘Here,’ she said thrusting them into his hand. She could feel Elvis’ eyes on her as he leant in, dangerously close and said with derision, ‘I thought you weren’t a fan.’

Before she could say anything in response he headed out closing the door a little rougher than expected and when she turned around Elvis had his pants on, having slipped them on under his towel, and was now buttoning up a light blue shirt watching her closely.

‘Who was he?’ he asked as Addison diverted her gaze and started moving the plates to the small dining table they had on the other side of the room. ‘Just a bartender,’ she said. ‘Who does room visits?’ Elvis said, fiddling with his shirt cuffs. ‘Who knows how they work,’ she shrugged as she placed two plates out on the table. Elvis moved to come and sit in the chair opposite her, leaning back against the chair casually, his arm on the table. He wanted to ask her what was going on – how he knew that boy. But he couldn’t. He knew how jealous he would sound if he did and he had to be careful.

Because last night he had lost himself. He hadn’t cared about how anything looked and for a moment he had forgotten they weren’t a couple. He didn’t know why he had gone so full-on though he suspected it was the fact that seeing Sonny with his arm around her had made his blood boil. Seeing her with that nobody had done the same thing. Yet he had to reassure himself. Though they weren’t together neither of those men had her as he did. After all she wasn’t sitting eating breakfast with them, sleep in her eyes but a smile on her face as she caught him watching her scoff down French toast. They hadn’t spent the night talking with her or had her pressed up against them their fingers dancing under the chiffon that barely covered her thighs as she allowed them to hold her. No that had been him.  

He was being dangerous he knew that, but he didn’t have the heart in him to care. He was going to enjoy it.

#my writing #elvis #elvis fic #elvis presley #elvis presley fic #elvis presley x oc #the girl he left behind #Colonel Tom Parker #Gladys Presley #vernon presley #dodger presley

[abcd-adventures]

Wow. I am glad it’s Friday. This week was so heavy at work that I swear the weight of it felt physical. 

Last night getting home, I was so exhausted and drained that I felt like I had nothing left for my own family and that’s not ok at all. Thankfully, my husband is amazing and does bedtime nearly all of the time, and he took some extra time so I was able to grab some headphones and get out for a long walk. It had been way too long since I put on my happy playlist and took a dance walk. It was freakin awesome. God, I needed that. Putting it on my calendar for a couple of clients who I think will really enjoy it. Lol I might even try it with one client who will definitely think I’m insane if I suggest it but I bet he would love it if I can get him to just try it. If nothing else, I’ll really enjoy his reaction to the idea. Hahahaha

Afterward, my headspace was soooo much better. Got home just as the husband finished putting B to bed. He was very pleased with my expression of gratitude. ;) We’re having our Valentine’s Day date this weekend, and I also can’t wait for my card! I’ve probably mentioned many times that he gives the best cards. It’s been a rule the whole almost 17 years we’ve been together that he must write his own words in the entire left side of the card and he always does an amazing job. Once, in undergrad, I found his rough draft--the man takes this shit seriously--and it was the best thing ever. I have it somewhere still. 

Cleaning service starts today. It’s been difficult, but I have resisted doing the pre-clean that I really felt like I “should” do. The point of this is supposed to be to REDUCE stress. I think it will if I can just let it happen and stop feeling so freakin guilty about it. 

Edited to add: Got a hilarious compliment from a newish client: “You seem like such a sweet person but you can curse like a sailor. I’m impressed.” Hahahahaha You know, sir, sometimes a few choice words are just really needed. (I don’t curse around all my clients.)

[mehoymalloy]

fanfic writer questions

Thanks for the tag, @foibles-fables!

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

29!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

286,054!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Most frequently, Critical Role, though I still have a few WIPs in Horizon and Stray Gods that I absolutely intend to get back to eventually.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I'm fudging this question a bit, because the lower three are all the same series from back when I first started writing two years ago. Unsurprisingly, Sing for Me (SG, Rated E) and Prometheus Bound (HFW, Rated M) are the heavy hitters, followed by the Tilda POV series with a slightly more modest kudos count. After that comes Through Eyes of Grace (SG, Rated T) and Mutually Assured Destruction (HFW, Rated E).

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I think the only fic I didn't respond to most comments was When the Darkness Comes, since it was 30 chapters posted all at once. It somehow felt like skewing the stats (which I realize is silly; I'll likely respond to all comments on any on-going long-fics, after all). But yeah, I like to lavish love and gratitude and enthusiasm onto commenters, since they go out of their way to do the same for my stories~

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Prometheus Bound BY FAR.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably my entry for the Horizon Rare-Pair Round Up event: Radiance.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face or in my fic comments. Or even out in the wild very much, to my knowledge.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! Enemies to enemies who FUC- I mean, lovers. A lot of focus on zoomed in physicality details and hard feelings from characters who would rather do anything than acknowledge their feelings (like idk hate fuck it out). I joke but I also have some softer smut for Stray Gods and my Moon Moms AU.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I never have!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but my lovely friend @inomakani and I now have multiple fic ideas/drafts we like to scream at each other about, and we'll write them together as well, one day~

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Do I even have to say it? I mean, I will happily shout it from the rooftops: IMOGEN/OTOHAN!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmmm... There's an old draft called "Aloy is ticklish" that was a fluffy lil Aloy and the GAIA Gang+Talanah one-shot that I likely won't dust off ever again for no particular reason.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Succinct-ish but evocative setting description, I like to think. Internal feelings, and how they're expressed externally through small details in body language. And Tension, of course.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue; "would they say that??" is a recurring question for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I would do so if needed for characterization purposes!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Horizon! Specifically, Horizon Forbidden West!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Oh wow that's a hard one... Since I'm in the midst of plotting (and now writing!) its sequel, I'll say Let Me Lay Waste to Thee. It's my first (well, thee first) Imogen/Otohan fic that kicked off my love for this beautifully fucked up ship :3

It's a free for all tag, folks! So feel free to snag and tag me~

#fun tag games are fun

[asksythe]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your book air. I read it first when you where still updating it and still come back to it from time to time to re-enjoy it. If you're still interested in posting your rough drafts to give insight in the finished story I would enjoy that very much too, but I understand if you don't. I just wanted to take the time to thank you for everything you've shared with the world and for inspiring me.

Oh wow! That’s… a while ago. Over 10 years ago, I think? I started writing Book Air when I first started using Tumblr. I vaguely remember I had just graduated from university around that time and moved back home to HCMC for a newspaper job too. That was when the whole Makorra vs Masami thing was still all the rage in the fandom and there I was in the corner, shipping Amorra and wanting to do lengthy character pieces into Asami (because she’s great) even after the first season finale had aired! Ahahahaha. I think I was among the first wave to ship Korrasami, too (back in season 1 before it was cool). And I still have the fanart to prove it. 

Man, what a trip down memory l lane! I’m glad you enjoyed my story so much. I’ve always been of the opinion that I write for no one else but myself. But to have readers like you, who have been with me for over a decade and been inspired and come back to visit this sleepy little blog. That is the best accolade a writer can ask for. So thank you.

Yes, I still do have the draft for it. And I’m very happy to type it out here. I probably will have to do several reblogs of this and come back again to type things out, because it is long, and it’s been a while. So it will take time to shake loose the rust in my brain where I store Book Air and its unborn twin, Sun Eater. 

In any case, that is the first thing I will say. 

- Book Air is the first part of a duology. The second part is called Sun Eater and tells the story of when Korra came back from the end of Book Air to the day she turned 17, right on the morning of her test before she snuck her way to Republic City. 

- Book Air was created as a character piece for Korra. So it’s a fairly intense story. At the start, Korra lost all of her bending, with the exception of air bending, which at the time, she hadn’t quite unlocked. Air bending is the most spiritual among the four bendings, so it would be a profoundly soul-searching journey for Korra.

-My idea is that Korra would have to experience life from the other side of who she was, as someone who effectively could not bend, who was poor and working, and who was potentially at the mercy and exploitations of unscrupulous benders. I wanted her to experience living and growing up as an ordinary girl and not… the avatar. So much of Korra’s personality, especially around season 1 and 2, revolved around her being the avatar, that I always felt like. If we take that away, who are you? There’s a reason why before Korra, every avatar had to pass their age of majority before they were revealed to be the avatar. A child raised atop a throne would never have grown up normal. She would be disconnected from the rest of the humans she is supposed to represent because for as long as she has known, she has always been an existence beyond mere humans. I always felt this was Korra’s personality flaw that the show… never properly addressed. I wanted to see Korra the human, interacting with the world and with people without the trappings of her avatarhood, wondering what’s out there for her besides just being the bridge between humanity and spirits. 

- Remember in the last chapter I posted, Korra showed off her jeweled necklace because she wanted the comfort she was used to enjoying as the avatar? It eventually brought unwanted attention her way. The region where she was, Emeq, was very poor, so showing off something like that attracted roving bender gangs looking for soft targets. In short, she got roughed up. Kaya, the shamaness who took her in, also got roughed up. This gave Korra a whole lot of feelings. She had rarely ever felt that sense of absolute helplessness before. She had a lot of rage, pain, and uncertainty. 

- That incident with the gang also opened the door to the plot thread between Korra and Kaya. Because Korra knew Kaya was a bender, likely a very powerful one too. But Kaya never used her bending even to defend herself. So around this part, a lot of Korra’s anger is directed to Kaya. 

- In any case, our girl has a lot of growing up to do. After the run-in with the gang, she was once more really bandaged up. Then came the next issue, which was who was going to pay for her stay. Here came reality knocking on Korra’s door. She had to work. She had to earn her keep, just like every other ordinary human out there. And she had to do this without bending. 

- Without going into the boring parts of Korra having to learn the ABC of ordinary life, this plot thread eventually ends with her getting a loan of a stringed northern water tribe instrument, a nine-string mandolin. It started out as something Kaya loaned to her when she was still bedridden from being roughed up by the gang. It became an outlet for her pain, grief, uncertainty, and anger. It would be the key to unlocking air bending without a teacher for Korra. 

- Yep, air bending. The idea I thought of was basically a reverse Toph style of learning. Air, wind, the vibration that traverses the void. How is Korra supposed to reach a bending that’s highly spiritual without a guide or a master when she herself was in a period of such turmoil and grief? By accessing her rawest emotions, processing them, and letting them out through music, of course. It’s all very unintentional on Korra’s part. But probably this kind of learning is most effective for someone like her. Certainly more effective than sitting her in meditation with old monks who she didn’t understand and who didn’t necessarily emotionally understand her either. 

-To be honest, at first, I thought of a type of zither for the instrument. Atla universe is based off Asia. So a zither would fit in right at home, But then when I really think about it, a zither doesn't really fit in with a tribe of nomads who live as real and raw as you get. When you play a zither, you have to sit down. You need a table or some sort of flat surface for a zither. So what if you want to play while walking during your pilgrimage? What about when you are riding an animal. Furthermore, zithers are associated with philosophers. The oldest type of zithers is considered the philosopher and gentlemen's instrument. So it's an instrument associated with philosophy and logic.... and masculinity. So I thought it didn't quite fit what I had in mind. So I ended up having to search a bit more, finally ending with the mandolin. It's similar to a guitar. It has a unpretentious sensual edge to it. It's also light and simple. An instrument that is both spiritual in a very feminine way and fits right at home in a nomad's hands. I can see Korra playing it as she rides a yak atop ice slopes.

- I also wanted to introduce a softer, more vulnerable, and yet still very fierce, very Korra-esque side to Korra through her musicality. I also wanted her to connect. I wanted to introduce something earthy and grounded, yet deeply sensual, because it’s speaking from her raw emotions. So the mandolin, the songs she learned from the people around her, and the melodies that she eventually came up with herself. These are the tools I planned to use. 

- So eventually, this plot thread would open up into Korra gaining a position as Emeq village’s musician of sort. It’s the one practical skill that she showed the most aptitude in and didn’t require too many tools that she didn’t have. This would eventually open up to a different kind of bending, sound bending. Also my take on something approaching spirit bending without being it entirely.

- Then, the people of Emeq eventually started their pilgrimage into All Dark. This is an idea I came up with when I created Emeq. The idea of Emeq was that I wanted a place that was both primal and raw. As in, the very beginning of the beginning. I wanted a different take on water bending, removed from the ethereality of the moon-based water bending we all know in canon. A much more grounded and fierce kind of bending. So Emeq and their annual pilgrimage into All Dark, the region of the North Pole where there was no sun light or moon light, was the result of this. So a water bending born from a place with no moon would be vastly different.

Tbc…     

#ask sythe #fanfic #Korra #Boook Air

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

I have so many questions for the fanfic ask so strap in 😏 I really want to ask all of them but I should limit myself to like, 10.

12, 17, 18, 22, 26, 27, 29, 34, 36, and 77

Anyways I'm a little drunk so thank for answering these in advance and Ily 💙

(GAAAAH I HAD ANSWERED FOUR OF THE QUESTIONS ALREADY WHEN I SLIPPED ON MY GODDAMN TABLET AND CLOSED THE TAB AND I LOST ALL OF IT.)

Ziz, my drunken angel. I want to get drunk too, but I'm too tired. Now I have to copypaste all of these suckers for you instead.

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Mostly not. For longer fics or multichapters I might have some stuff jotted down just to remember to include it later (because I forget shit) but no, I don't really outline my fics.

17. Do you have a writing routine?

At the moment, I mostly work during down time at work. I have other things I'd rather do during my spare time, so in order to write anything at all - and I want to write, but not enough to use my spare time for it - it's going to be on company time. Front desk duty days are the best because we don't get many customers, I usually don't have anything pressing to work on while waiting for customers to show up, so I write smut. Perfect. It's a huge privilege, and I intent to enjoy it for as long as I can. So my routine is mostly "check if anyone's behind me, then open up my private email, and go to drafts, where I save my wips", haha!

18. Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Um, yes and no? Because I don't allow for writing to take a lot of time, I don't really feel like doing research at the moment. But if I feel like the fic requires it, a bitch will definitely google some shit. The most research I did in this fandom was for What Spring Does To The Cherry Trees. I had absolutely no idea about what life on a Texas cattle ranch would be like. I expected there would be cows and Stetsons. So I did a fair bit of reading up on that, plus what the military looked like in the early 1990's. (Nothing like I needed for my OFC, so I still made things up. It's fanfic.)

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

AFTER. Omfg, after. Listen, I will have created the post on both Tumblr and Ao3 and be ready to hit that Post button, if it wasn't for the teensy tiny little detail that I LACK A GODDAMN TITLE. Titles are the worst. I very very rarely have a title from the start, or at least one that sticks with me throughout the process, and makes it until the end. I usually go for song lyrics (simple but somewhat easy), or something descriptive and boring (um, "The Artist and the Builder", anyone? Scoff!).

26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

The title. And the sex scenes. Ugh.

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

I feel like I write relationships well. I write female characters well, I like them independent and headstrong, not too sentimental or dependent. I like writing the day-to-day of relationships, the kind of boring stuff, the banter. Two people who rib the bejesus out of each other but will never be mean to each other and will always have each other's backs and also have phenomenal sex. Also she doesn't cook.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I am proud of finishing fics that I've worked on for months or even a year. I'm proud of not compromising my ideas, even when I suspect that taking the story another way would give me more notes. And I am so, so proud of my chubby!reader x Frankie series. The comments I got on those fics still make me tear up. I am so humbled that I could give readers the experience of really seeing themselves in that reader insert. I honestly never thought it would be so huge, that people would actually see themselves in it, but they did, and they told me, and I am just. Wow.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

I did a lil day trip with my two doctor friends yesterday, and they talked about different medical professionals/originals that they met during their internship. And I listened, and told them: "You know that one guy is ending up in a fic, right?" They laughed, and said "Go right ahead, he deserves to be in a one!" So I do pick up stuff from around me, and from my own life. But most of it is make-believe because hahaha I do not have a Frankie of my own and I do nothing interesting with my life honestly :')

36. What fic are you proudest of?

As already mentioned, the Forever Starts With You series. But also What Spring Does To The Cherry Trees. And Jay and Frankie. Heck, I'm proud of almost all of my fics! Some are written with a lot of integrity, some I'm just proud of finishing, some have resonated so beautifully with the readers. Don't make me choose.

77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

I am a creative person. I've always written stuff. Fanfic in "easy" in the sense that you are served a world and characters that people already know, so you don't have to spend time setting all of that up. It's also a communal experience, something that brings people together. And of course I love the responses! I'd be lying if I said I did this for myself: if I did, I wouldn't be posting. I post my fics to share the, and I love it when people tell me I did good, yes, but mostly I love it when I make people feel something. Maybe I made them laugh, or cry, or horny (seriously, people: you have got to be more open about that! TELL ME MY SMUT MADE YOU MASTURBATE, I WILL BE ALL HEART EYES!). Maybe they recognized themselves in the fic, felt seen, felt appreciated. That's the good stuff. That's the reason I write. I'll continue to post stuff for as long as I have stories to tell but if I'm completely honest: I wouldn't bother anymore if I didn't get comments. This is fandom, it's supposed to be a community with interaction.

#asks #pazizz #fic asks

[futureseaempress]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

hi so my sweetheart tagged me in this @hypnostheory so thank u bb

1. How many works do you have in Ao3?

27 (teehee that's my fave number) (i also have like two more on a google drive that are wips,,, some princes don't become kings & first date which is called nastygum in like all my notes)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 163,308 which is like longer than twilight i think

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Homestuck, AFTG, SK8 the Infinity, TMA, Stardew Valley, RWRB, and uhhh law and order svu

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

honey, why're you calling me so late? (matchablossom)

about to bloom (matchablossom)

baby kiss it better (first prince)

i only want what i can't have (first prince)

as certain dark things are to be loved (jonmartin)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i would love to but sometimes i just don't have anything to say

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

uhhhhh i don't think any of my fics have super angsty endings-- fanning the flame was supposed to end with a super sad chapter about agnes and jack but i never wrote it lmao maybe i'll get back to her in november

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ummmm i try to end everything on a loving/happy note bc that's what i like to read most

i think asking you to stay has like the cheesiest last line

8. Do you get hate on fics?

uh not yet thank goodness. i used to back in my wattpad days though and i did have someone say something kinda off color to me in a writing exchange but that worked itself out

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

because it's most of what i read i try to include like a horny scene in most if not all of my stuff but i like anything rlly i sort by ship, explicit, and go from there I think "Coming In Pants" is a frequent flyer.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s your craziest one?

Nope. Not my cup of tea. OH MY GOD ACTUALLY I'M A LIAR IN 2012 I HAD A ONE DIRECTION RPF TWILIGHT FANFIC? THAT I NEVER POSTED AND SOLELY EXISTED IN MY NOTES APP THAT MY FRIEND AND I WOULD LIKE ROLEPLAY???? seventh grade was wild for me

11. Have you ever had your fic stolen?

YEP! both my current fanfic and my older stuff like i had a terrible homestuck fanfic on wattpad that someone reposted saying mine was too smutty and then on ao3 there is a fic,,, that,,, very heavily seems to draw from baby kiss it better but idk maybe henry wearing alex's white t shirt and a taylor swift cardigan while sick before alex blows him is just reaaally common

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

so other than some garbage i was writing in middle school no, but i do for sure like let my partner beta everything and we run ideas by each other all the time and like work out how to block stuff and what seems interesting they keep me from going to melodramatic and i help them know what sex sounds fun

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

oh god i can't choose. i love davekat, but i love alex and henry a lot. like a lot. like wow i loved the book last year and the movie has given me brain worms and there's other karkat ships i rlly like. hmmm okay i have two hands and i hold my sons Crabapple and Firstprince.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

so many davekat wips

the sweet home alabama fic for sure.

the nanny au. uh the other davekat band au that's just a draft... probably fanning the flame. there's also a coda for more silver paint that haunts me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

uhhhhh i think i'm good at banter? (see echoed through my mind) i think i'm good at like making stuff fit into canon and comply with it in fun ways (see this hope is). i think i'm good at writing characters having break downs (see chapter 3 of silver paint or going with the flow)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I SUCK SO BAD AT FINISHING THINGS AND I GET STUCK ON MY PORN EVERY TIME

also commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

bafhehasdk so like it's kinda a pet peeve a lot of the times i feel like spanish especially ends up reading kind of like Law and Order dialogue like "he trabajo'ed here last week" but i eat that shit up in theory. like people would probs do better throwing random french in shit bc my ass would be like SOUNDS RIGHT TO ME. it's also like cultural references get lost and i know just enough spanish to know when something is "off" so i prefer like "This is a line of dialogue," they said in Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Homestuck! on wattpad! in 2012! it was bad mpreg! i was 13!!

TMA on ao3! in like 2020

but i did once write a one direction rpf with my friend that we posted on instagram in 2011

20. Favorite fic that you’ve written?

oh god i don't know. i think it's gotta be glory just bc i spent so long with it and i'm hoping to finish it during november (i do nanowrimo in a crazy bass ackwards way) but tire trouble is like the one everyone else loves best??? and i have a sequel in the works for it im just super into rwrb rn

I’m tagging @wardenhawke bc i feel like you might like talking about your ocs at least and i like u

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