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camp-campverse · 3 months

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Hello, I am interested in your Camp Camp au! I assume that it’s a future au where at least some of the og campers come back as counselors, but I’m curious about the exact details. Especially Harrison, he’s my favorite so I’m always curious on how people think his life turns out :]

Im excited to see how this au will turn out, it already looks amazing!

(Ps I suggest tagging each individual character in your posts like #cc max #camp camp max and also #camp camp fanart. It helps people find your work easier because they often search for one specific character or just fanart.)

Hi! Thank you so much for your interest! I'll gladly share the nitty gritty with you! :D

This will be a role reversal AU; Adults are now the campers and Campers are now the Counselors (As to how this is possible will come about way WAY later in a certain "episode" I have in mind and miiight get a funny little quip by Max at the beginning.)

My original plan for this was to make it a comic, but, my plan is to recreate most episodes from all the seasons (and more after), so that's gonna take forever. I also hate doing backgrounds. SO, we go next best thing!

Writing with some bits I had in mind drawn up so that certain scenes fit with dramatic and or comedic effects. I WILL be posting this on AO3 when I get the chance to actually write it out, it's just a matter of not procrastinating.

I've had this idea rattling in my brain ever since The Quarter-Moon Convergence (Yes, Harrison did inspire this li'l thing I have uwu), now that RT is shutting down, I figured it was time to get it out of my head.

Now's just a matter of making this blog look great, as I wanna post future art and what the designs of everyone looks in my head, and, y'know. Writing. Going between each episode to get certain references is a little. Lol!

Thank you so much for your interest in this li'l thing I'm doing, hope I've caught you for the ride!

(I definitely will tag them all in future stuff, I just didn't for that one bc it's a WIP and not the full image, so I wanted to wait for the full image before I tag everyone properly <3)

...Also Quartermaster isn't with them. They don't know what happened to him! Shrugs!!!

#Camp Campverse #Asking Counselors

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mcalhenwrites · 11 months

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Full time writing career goals ;)

So there are some things I'm getting in order! I have two questions, if anyone here reading my work doesn't mind answering them: 1. Despite the plot holes, should I keep posting Stargazers' Hill to AO3? I have no plans to rewrite it, and the character interactions are meaningful - Ambrose and Thaddeus, Ambrose and Evelyn, CORA IS IN IT HELLO - so maybe people still want to read it! 2. I found out there's a site like patreon that allows nsfw (subscribestar adult) and I'm tempted to look into making tiers there. It even has a free tier! I don't write exclusively erotica or draw too much kinky stuff, but I do sometimes and would like to be able to include it. I won't be able to open it until I move (which won't be for some months) and sort my banking and address out, but is there any interest in that? Again, there is a free tier, which I'm excited about. If so, I'll have to sort out what I want to share there. More on this later, really, but it would be nice to have patrons! I'll also have to update my ko-fi when the time comes, too, but I do post public entries when I remember. :') I have made an official deadline for finishing my editing of Geckos, Automata (which was supposed to be published months ago, but Seasons consumed my brain instead), and I'll publish it soon after that! A reminder that no one is obligated to financially support me, times are tough, but it'd be awesome if you like my writing and want to see more of it, since being able to make a living on it means more time for it/less time focused on a job. (If I can even get one of those. sigh.) I'm also getting back into art, so I'll be able to draw more OCs. I have little desk space atm, but I do have a tablet, so when I move, maybe I can also extend that practice to digital! Until then, I just sketch/doodle/whatever on paper, and it's not an art pursuit, it's mainly a side dish to the writing, essentially? Same with crochet! Oh, and I miiiight be publishing a book of crochet patterns down the road, but that will require a ton of work and formatting, since photos will be required. I no longer crochet those items, so maybe they can be of use to someone else...! (Like my tortoise and sea turtle patterns and such.) If you have feedback/thoughts/answers to my questions, feel free to comment on this post, reblog it with a response, or even send an ask if that's more comfortable! Oh, and I meant to add that if you're someone who is here bc you read Seasons and liked it, you will still see the chapters on AO3 and that's not something I plan to profit from. I miiight share art on places like ko-fi and whatnot that are from it, but the main story will be up on AO3 to read. In case that concerned anyone/brought about any fears. It's something I just wanted to share with y'all for free.

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moonbaycitizens · 2 years

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ive decided im gonna post MBCD on both Tumblr and AO3. Reasons include:

im not gonna send ppl my tumblr if i wanted them to read this

if u have an ao3 account u can get notified for new chapters!!

another excuse to learn html

I wanted to have a backup place to post chapters in case of the absolute worst case scenario that something happens to my blog (that shouldn't happen but u can never be too safe)

i will ideally make a website later on and also have chapters go there, since that'll be more professional and all that. but that's later

as stated in the past, i really wanna get the first chapter out by early November (im realizing now it miiight take a few extra days after i finish writing cuz i gotta send it over to my beta reader). the wait is almost over, and thank you for your patience <3

#mbcd #author rambles #<- new tag for my writing nonsense #moon bay city detectives

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sunshine-vx · 2 years

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Submas Pokémon Fanfic;

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Prologue, Ch. 1)

(Blankshippers DNI)

(Important note: On this first chapter, there will be a complete list of possible triggers right below this. On each individual chapter, there will also be chapter-specific trigger warnings.)

(CWs/TWs for this fic: grief, mental breakdowns, depression (it does get better but yeah shshshs), hospitalization, symptoms mention, injury, blood, near-death, emetophobia (no actually throwing up, but feeling like one might), technical crime (non-malicious and no one is hurt, but it still breaks the law), police encounter/near arrest (no one is actually arrested, but nearly), Pokémon moves used on humans (there is a scene where a few people are encased in Psychic and put to sleep by Hypnosis. It's non-malicious and no one is hurt, but some may still find it unnerving))

(Some general information abt the fic!: So I've decided that I want to post my Pokémon fanfic on Tumblr on an actual Tumblr post instead of a Google Doc lol, although I'll still keep the posts where I have it in a Doc up. So this is just gonna be the fic but actually on Tumblr! Last time I updated my fic I was at 5 chapters, and this time we're up to 7! :])

(If yall are feeling up to it, I'd love to hear yalls thoughts or any feedback! Also, reblogs are appreciated! (No pressure tho, ofc))

(Also, before anything else; I want to thank and give credit to my awesome sister @moonlightalpha666 ! She really wanted to help with the fic and has drawn some of the illustrations for this fic and will continue to draw more (so far they've drawn illustrations for chapters 4 and 5)! They are very talented and did amazing with said illustrations! Go check out their page and give them a follow if you'd like, they're like the official helper of this fic lol!)

(Some extra notes: may or may not have these at the beginning of each chapter so I can briefly say anything that I want to say about the fic. For now, I'll just say, one that this fic is ongoing, and CWs may be updated as it goes on, and two, I miiight post this fic on Ao3 later on, I'm unsure, but if I do, I'll make a post saying I did. Also, just saying that this fic isn't going to have a bunch of insane plot twists. It's more character-driven, so if that's not your thing, then that's totally fine (that's not to say there's nothing interesting lmao. I think there is). I just thought I'd say this so I don't end up disappointing anyone.)

(Read it on Ao3 here!)

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

(All that being said, enjoy! :D)

Prologue

Two people.

Born together, raised together, left the nest together.

Two brilliant minds, two hearts of gold, two flames of passion that could burn the fire back.

And they were a team, in sync, inseparable.

And yet the impossible deed had somehow been done.

And that's when things started to change.

Chapter 1

((This chapter's illustration by me!))

The dreams had begun to become even stranger now.

Emmet had been having this recurring dream ever since his twin brother, Ingo, disappeared. At first Emmet didn't even get much sleep. Some nights were still that way. He didn't have the dream too often. In fact, it seemed a little strange he didn't have the dream more, considering the thought of Ingo was almost always at least in the back of his head.

The first time he dreamed it, it went like this; he was in a void, completely dark and empty. There was a floor beneath him, although he could not see it. He would call out to see if anyone would respond. Nothing. Until a moment later, he'd hear Ingo's voice. Except it was panicked. Confused.

Emmet would turn in the voice's direction to see his brother. Emmet would desperately run to Ingo, attempting to embrace him with a tight hug of relief.

But he'd phase right through.

Many times, Ingo would seemingly be far away in one way or another, or shrouded in darkness, but Emmet could always see him, if only a little.

Emmet would continue to try and get Ingo's attention. Waving his hands, trying to shake Ingo by the shoulder, even just screaming. Sometimes Emmet would have his Pokémon with him, and he'd try desperately to show them to Ingo.

But to no avail.

Sometimes Emmet would swear he saw Ingo notice the presence of him or the Pokémon, if only for a second before being unable to sense them again. He'd look surprised, almost relieved, but then would sink back into a state of confusion and weariness.

It pained Emmet to his very core.

Except over time, Ingo's behavior, and even appearance would..change. At some point he had grown facial hair. Then he had acquired a strange shirt under his uniform with a peculiar symbol on it.

He never did take his uniform off, though. Over time, it became worn. Emmet was confused and scared. What was going on?

When Ingo first went missing, Emmet wasted no time not looking for his brother. He easily surpassed the police in their investigation, and yet– nothing. Eventually, the investigation began wavering in effort. But Emmet's pace did not slow.

For months, he searched, desperate. He ended up going to concerning lengths to find just anything. Any hope of a lead.

Anything at all.

At one point, Emmet's health began degrading.

It took him being put in the hospital to realize he would have to hit the brakes, and try and start living more like he did before again.

But that would be difficult. Unspeakably difficult.

When he was awake, Emmet had a few main objectives; go to work, care for his Pokémon, and attend to smaller matters, usually something the mayor or his friends alerted him of. But mainly do what he'd usually do. Always the same.

He'd work as long as he could, even if it meant resorting to rather boring tasks like sweeping the floor.

When Emmet had first tried to go back to the Subway System, he had to be let in by himself a few times while it was shut down. To get used to it. Otherwise, he'd be crying in front of everyone.

But even without Ingo, he loved the Subway System too much to abandon it.

But running it by himself, although he did indeed love doing it, it would never be the same. There would always be a feeling of loneliness and longing. Emmet supposed that's how things would have to be. For now.

When it came to battling, the obvious issue of multi battles arose. When Emmet was asked if he wanted to remove multi battles, he refused. He liked those battles a lot, after all.

But when a few of his friends offered to try and be his new battle companion, it never went well. They would set up a practice round, and every time Emmet could never get past even 2 turns without breaking down. He'd run out of the room in tears. He'd curl up his hands in anger. He'd run out of breath due to an anxiety attack.

Eventually, after a long time of multi-battles being a bit different due to Emmet's absence, Emmet was able to get used to Elesa being his new battle partner. It wouldn't be near the same as Ingo, but it would do. He was grateful for Elesa's support, and the support of many others. Emmet and Elesa messed up a lot at first. He expected Ingo to be there giving commands; Elesa's battle style was different. Emmet and Elesa weren't as in sync as Emmet and Ingo had always been, but they still made a good team.

Emmet enjoyed it, even if the loneliness would still always be there.

Emmet sometimes did single battles as well, which were also hard to adjust to, although he did enjoy them, too. Although the loneliness was present there, too.

He preferred double battles.

The loneliness, sadness, and other emotions followed Emmet at home, too.

Ingo's disappearance affected Emmet and Ingo's Pokémon, too. They thankfully also still found enjoyment in things like battling and other activities, but still had those feelings of emptiness and loneliness. They thankfully understood Emmet's situation, and Emmet understood theirs. Even if some of their own behaviors weren't their favorites, they understood and tried their best to help each other retain a somewhat normal life, and Emmet always did his best to treat the Pokémon with care, as they tried to lift his spirits.

Of course, Emmet and the Pokémon had recovered some over time. The painful loneliness, the grief, would always be there; but it had gotten better compared to the beginning. As better as they could be.

Emmet and the Pokémon were their own individuals, after all. Despite everything, Emmet and the Pokémon had their good moments, their moments of peace. They had their coping mechanisms and support systems.

Overall, life was now less difficult to live, with its good things to offer, even if they still struggled.

At first it felt like betrayal, but Emmet knew it was what they needed.

What Ingo would want.

Even so, Ingo had been a part of them. So when he had been lost, they had lost a part of themselves.

They supposed they'd have to function without that piece; until they found Ingo, of course. They still wanted to find him.

They hoped they could.

And on especially long days before bed, Emmet would pick up his phone, and dial Ingo's number.

"Hello, my name is Ingo! I am unfortunately unable to speak with you at the moment, but do leave a message, and I will gladly speak to you when I can!"

Emmet waited for the sound cue so he could speak.

Beep

"Hello, brother. I am Emmet. I am just calling to say I love you. The Pokémon want you to know they love you, too. Perform your safety checks. Goodnight."

Click

The other day, Emmet's friend Elesa offered to take Emmet on a trip to the region Sinnoh. She thought Emmet really needed a break from his work, even though he insisted he didn't.

Eventually though, Elesa somehow was able to get Emmet on a plane to Sinnoh, and after landing, he swore that now, in his dream, Ingo had been able to notice his presence more often, even if he would lose the grip. Even more so, Chandelure was acting erratically. When Emmet would ask what was up, it would just insist there was somewhere in Sinnoh they needed to be, but it didn't know where. Emmet felt like it was a wise decision to listen to Chandelure, at least. The Subway Boss felt as if something...important, was going on. Emmet's determination to figure something out was stronger than it had been for a long time.

Chapter 2

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kravkalackin · 4 years

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AU where Barry joins THBs and Lup is the Red Robe.

Barry keeps his mouth shut in Phandalin. Instead of running his mouth he stands paralyzed in terror, and Taako’s the one who drags him along to the well. The umbrastaff ends up getting dropped in the escapade, left to be destroyed with the rest of Phandalin.

Lup reforms and barely manages to keep herself together until she realizes that Barry isn’t here. If he died in the fire his lich form would be here, and it wasn’t, so the rest of her family had to survive too. She finds his cave, reads through his notes and plans and slowly figures out what’s going on, finds out what his plan is.

She can’t regrow her body. Barry’s is still in there, and so she’ll just have to wait.

Barry’s coin told him to never go to the moon. It told him that he was better off dying than staying there. He didn’t get that at first, and even though he was on the moon now he understood it even less. He liked the people here. They made the hole in his chest feel a little less cavernous. He didn’t particularly want to leave them, and he certainly didn’t want to die.

So he ignores that particular piece of advice. He does his best as a reclaimer, although he’s not very good at it. He doesn’t really have a specialty. He tried to be a fighter, but it didn’t come naturally to him. He finds himself watching Taako’s magic with jealousy and intrigue. He’d never managed to learn the arcane arts before though, so he didn’t see how he could at his age.

At least, until he started looking into the warlock brand of magic. It fits well, the clumsy fighting he’d picked up meshing with the powerful shocks of arcane energy.

Lup sees her brother, her husband, and two of her best friends in the office of a man she just killed. She did it to protect them, but there’s fear on their faces. They don’t know who she is, they don’t remember her. The thought alone is almost enough to break her, but she forces herself to keep it together. Tells herself she can fix this.

“Please, don’t be afraid. I’m not here to hurt you,” she pleads, and is surprised despite herself when it works. When they’re willing to listen to her. She makes illusions of the people who’ve fallen to the grand relics as she speaks, pain and guilt in her voice.

“This want, this hunger, it’s not the true nature of man. We can stop it. There’s so much you don’t know, so much you don’t remember. Be careful of who you trust. This is your first lesson,” she says. They look confused, but she sees the way Barry’s eyes light up when she brings up lost memories. She doesn’t stick around to talk to him about it, she can’t.

Barry is fascinated by the Red Robe. Lucretia warns about trusting her, insisting she’s evil, that she’ll lie and do whatever it takes to trick them. But Barry knows there’s parts of his life that he’s forgetting. He knows hearing her voice makes his heart sing, and he saw the way it almost brought tears to Taako’s eyes the first time she spoke. There’s something missing, but he can’t piece it together.

She tries to explain more in Lucas’s lab, and Barry tries his best to listen, to make sense of it all. No matter what he does though there’s this block. He can’t ask her directly, he knows Lucretia would never allow it. There’s more important things to worry about in the immediate moment too, what with the grim reaper trying to arrest them. Barry can’t even understand all the crimes that are lobbied at him. None of this makes any sense, and he comes so close to dying so many times that night.

Lup waits for them outside Refuge, terrified of what they might change. When they finally get out, they tell her they refused the relic. When she asks if they trust her, she’s met with silence. The most important people in her life, the only ones keeping her who she is, stare at her with distrust and uncertainty. She falls to her knees, clutching her head and struggling to keep it together.

“Taako, Barry, I don’t know what to do,” she says, and she doesn’t expect an answer from them, not really. She certainly doesn’t expect Barry to kneel down in front of her, holding out a hesitant hand to help her up.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, it’s just... there’s still a lot we don’t know,” he says, and Lup reaches to take his hand, only managing to stop herself at the last minute. She knows that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to make herself let go, and they can’t yet. Instead she forces herself to take a breath, floating up again with as much poise as she can muster.

“I understand. There’s so much I want you all to know, but all I can say for certain is that the hunger is almost here. The next time we meet, I’m going to need you to trust me,” she says, forcing herself to leave before she says too much.

Barry hates Wonderland. It stirs something visceral in his gut, necromantic energies eating away at him from the inside out. The liches are playing with him, he can tell. There’s something about him that they find amusing, and each time he makes that black smog appear it feels like a loss. He doesn’t want to die in Wonderland, but he doesn’t want to play by these damn liches games any more either.

Ever since they entered the place, there’d been a feeling. This one was much more pleasant. It was just a force against his hand, holding it. Squeezing on occasion in clear sympathy, never letting go. Barry held back just as tight, even if it felt like it hampered his fighting some. Not that it seemed to matter, the other three boys were taking a much worse beating than him, and he didn’t know why either.

Then they go into the healing game. He’s doing the best out of the four of them, while Taako is on death’s door. Barry starts by giving some of his life force to Magnus, and then to Merle. When he looks at Taako last, he sees the moment his best friend realizes what he’s about to do. Hears him start to shout at him to not be a dumbass, but it’s too late, he’s already pushed the button. He’s done playing by these liches’s rules. If they wanted to keep him alive, tough luck.

Lup’s heart hurts watching her family go through this torment. She finally gives in, holding Barry’s hand throughout the process, unable to bring herself to let go. Even when he falls during the healing game, she doesn’t let go. She doesn’t need to. His body crumples but she’s there, holding his lich form as the memories come rushing back to him.

She hates seeing him die, but she’s overjoyed when he finally looks at her with recognition. When he actually calls her by name. Suddenly they’re both laughing, and the whole display brings forth the heads of Wonderland.

It’s not hard to bring them down with her family at her side.

She’s sure they’ll be able to take down the hunger the same way, together.

#taz #the adventure zone #lup #barry bluejeans #blupjeans #long post #i miiight post this to AO3 later #it's long enough for sure #or i might take this base idea and make a slightly longer fic with it #we'll see #i've been deep in the blupjeans lately

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