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jackhues · 1 year

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(mockingbird au!) family - jack hughes, platonic!quinn hughes

concept: y/n had a shitty relationship with her dad growing up. knowing this, quinn steps up as an older brother/dad figure, always making sure y/n knows they're loved and part of the family (loosely based off of mockingbird by eminem)

idea credits: @babydollmarauders this is my fav thing ever ily for thinking of it <3

notes: this is an au! so i've got LOTS of ideas for this, and i don't think i can fit it all in one fic. basically, what's gonna happen is this is one scenario of quinn being an older brother figure, and many more will come. you guys can request certain scenarios, and even with other hughes siblings just showcasing their dynamic (just specify ur request is for the au!) also, there's gonna be a lot more build up with how quinn cares for the reader, so be ready for that in the upcoming parts

mockingbird! au request rules!

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“wait for me!”

jack kissed your cheek quickly, “i love you, see you soon!” running towards the boys that were already outside and waiting on him.

you were spending the summer in michigan with your boyfriend, jack. you’d hung out with his family and friends a few times before and for some reason, managed to fit in better with them then with most of your real family.

jack was going wakesurfing with his brothers and friends, leaving you and ellen hughes to spend a girls’ day together.

“you sure you don’t want to come?” quinn asked you, walking at a leisure pace even though he was late. you weren’t sure if he didn’t realize he was late, or just didn’t care.

“i’m good,” you laughed a bit. “i’d rather not be the only girl out there today. we all know i’d be the babysitter.”

“of course, quinn’s got that position because you’re not there,” ellen grinned, holding out a hand for the maple syrup.

you passed it to her, giving quinn a suspicious glance, “you just want me to come because you don’t want to babysit? wow, q, just wow,” you shook your head in disappointment.

quinn rolled his eyes lightly, grabbing a waffle and shoving it in his mouth. “no, seriously, y/n. i won’t make you babysit anyone. if they die, that’s on them. you’d enjoy coming with us. we’re heading out on the boat, going wakesurfing, and we’ll probably swim a bit before heading home. it’s gonna be a chill day, you won’t have to babysit.”

you thought about it, but shook your head, “thanks for the offer, q. but… i’ve got a very fun day planned with my mother over here.”

ellen smiled, blowing a kiss in your direction before sticking her tongue out at quinn.

“okay, but you still need to learn how to wakesurf,” he told you. “it’s a life skill, especially for a hughes. you’ve got to learn. tomorrow, i’m taking you, jack, and luke out to the lake. you better be ready.”

“you should be ready,” you told him, motioning towards the door. “the rest of the boys are gone already.”

quinn made a face, looking towards the door.

“shit!” his jaw dropped, finally realizing everyone else had gone. he pressed a quick kiss to his mother and your heads, rushing out the door to catch up with them.

you and ellen shared an exasperated look, laughing.

“he’s too funny,” you muttered.

“he would’ve been on time if he hadn’t spent so long trying to convince you to join them,” ellen pointed out.

“careful, mama hughes,” you tried not to laugh. “you’re letting your favourite child show.”

she laughed loudly at that, “oh please! the boys know you’ve been my favourite since the second jack brought you home. they’ve all accepted it at this point.”

you took another bite of your breakfast, laughing along as you and ellen spoke about anything and everything.

you’d never had a relationship like this with your mother: one where you could speak freely, laugh loudly, and just be happy. she tried to be good, you knew that, but it wasn’t easy. with your father and his controlling personality, there wasn’t much your mother could do for you. you’d forgiven her for how she dismissed his actions through the years, but you weren’t ready to keep your relationship with her.

your dad on the other hand, you hadn’t forgiven him nor were you ready to accept a father-daughter relationship with him. he was distant growing up, never really there for you. he’d comment on what you wore, who you went out with, what you did. every little thing he could find a flaw in, he’d bring it up with you.

with it just being the three of you, you’d never experienced a love like you did with the hughes family.

ellen and jim were closer to you than you were with your own parents. they dropped you off to your first university volleyball game, wishing you luck and cheering you on in the crowd. they showed up to every playoff game, searching for you before to wish you luck and finding you after to tell you how proud they were.

luke was the ‘baby’ of the family, showered with love by absolutely everyone. when you and jack began dating, he was a little jealous of all the attention you’d been receiving, but the second you told off jack for bothering luke, he’d accepted you wholeheartedly.

jack was your best friend, your other half. he understood you better than everyone, and he made sure to put his knowledge to use. whether you had a bad day, or just wanted a hug, he was always there to put everything aside for you.

quinn was like the older brother you never had. the way he looked out for you, dedicated time to teach you new things (like how to change a tire), you felt accepted. you weren’t sure how much jack told him about your relationship with your dad, but sometimes it felt like quinn tried to show everything you missed out on and was determined to make it up to you.

it was the small things, but every hughes member made you feel like you were one of them.

“okay, now stand,” quinn instructed.

“easier said than done,” you muttered, sitting on top of the board.

quinn had decided that the first step to you learning how to wakesurf was to get you to stand on the board. which sounded easy enough, but was proving to be a difficult task thanks to the waves.

you, jack, quinn, and luke had taken the boat out, preparing you for your first wake surfing lesson. jack and luke were currently out in the water, wake surfing as quinn tried to teach you the basics.

“look at me,” quinn told you. he got up on his own board, adjusting his body as the waves threatened to topple him over. “it’s like any sport,” he told you. “sometimes you fall, but that’s okay. as long as you get back up, you’re going to be fine. come on, y/n. you can do it.”

you hesitated, but of course quinn knew exactly how to get you to agree. you thought back to your childhood - learning how to skate with your friends and falling over more times than you could remember, or scraping your knees every time you went to dive in volleyball, or countless other times you were forced to get back up.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!” luke and jack chanted as they took the boat past you two.

you laughed, feeling a surge of confidence at their enthusiasm.

taking a deep breath, you got up on the board, nearly flipping over as a wave caught you.

“i got you,” quinn waded over to help you. he adjusted the board, holding it in place as you climbed back on it.

“wait, lemme try again,” you said, shooing quinn away.

“that’s what we’re here for today,” he grinned, moving back to let you on the board.

you got up again, lasting for about three seconds before falling over. it took a while, but as you kept trying, you kept getting better. the fact that luke kept speeding by while holding an ‘L’ out towards you spurred you on greatly.

“take that!” you yelled in his direction as you managed to stand on the board without falling for a solid amount of time.

quinn laughed, “think you’re ready for the boat?”

“fuck yeah!” you grinned, pumping your fist up, then promptly losing your balance.

the three boys laughed, helping you get set up on the board. quinn took the wheel, not trusting jack to drive the boat at the exact speed he wanted. luke had his phone out, ready to record the whole thing. the middle hughes leaned over the back of the boat, giving you pointers and encouraging you.

“all you need to do is get back up,” jack reminded you, squeezing your hand.

“if i fall off, don’t laugh,” you told him, getting a little nervous at the realization that you’d never done anything like this before. it looked fun whenever you saw the guys do it, but the idea of you flying off the back had somehow rooted itself in your brain.

“in the impossible chance that you fall off, i will sacrifice my very perfectly tousled hair to jump into the water and save you,” jack promised.

"wow, big words, j."

you grinned lightly, knowing all three of the boys would go after you if you fell off.

quinn started the boat, causing you to stumble slightly.

“you all right?” he called from the boat.

you shot a thumbs up, grinning as you began to get used to the motion. you’d gone surfing before with the hughes, and this was quite similar to it. as quinn noticed you get more comfortable, he sped up a bit, allowing you to try some beginner tricks.

jack cheered you on, leaning so far over the edge of the boat, he almost fell over into the water. luke, who was recording the whole thing, began to laugh so hard, he tripped over his own feet and lay on the ground, still laughing.

you began to feel your own balance waver as you tried not to laugh at the scene. you waved a hand, calling for quinn to stop the boat. jack helped you up into the boat, giving you a kiss and whispering how proud he was.

“what’s wrong? did you get hurt? did you have fun? is it too hard?” quinn made his way towards you, lost as he’d missed the encounter with the boys.

“i’m fine, i’m fine,” you promised, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were grinning. “i was just - these two are idiots, and i can’t stop laughing.”

luke still lay on the deck of the boat, laughing again at the reminder.

“i didn’t want to fall off because they’re making me laugh,” you told quinn. “but that was so much fun! if it weren’t for the other two, i’d be doing better tricks than the rest of you ever could.”

luke scoffed, before playing the video of jack nearly falling into the water again and laughing.

jack rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother and sticking him in a headlock.

you turned back to quinn, a little surprised that you weren’t even shocked when the hughes began wrestling each other.

the first time you saw jack jump on luke and wrestle him, you’d thought they were insane. then quinn told you that’s just how brothers act, before grabbing both of them in a headlock and sending them off.

“you were good out there, y/n/n,” he grinned, patting your head. “by the end of the summer, you’ll be better than the rest of us. trust me.”

you grinned, “thanks, quinn. i wouldn’t have the guts to get on that board if you didn’t convince me. like, if there’s ever a problem with the whole hockey player thing, you’d make an amazing pay-by-the-hour older brother.”

quinn laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “meh, i’d much rather be an older brother to my family. even if i don’t get paid while doing it.” he made a face at the sight of luke trying to wriggle his way out of the headlock and jack whispering furiously in his ear, “speaking of not getting paid for being an older brother, that’s my cue to break them up.”

you sat against the seat, smiling to yourself at the sight of the boys just being boys. one of quinn’s sentences made you grin from ear to ear.

he said he’d much rather be an older brother to his family. he’d included you in that.

you were family.

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yuri-is-online · 2 months

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Call me tragedy anon w the way i slurp that shit up real. Okay but in all /srs i'm a firm believer that most love stories or stories in /gen in TWST are mainly happy love stories tragedy? Never heard of them!!!

But i think most would be more fascinated to figure out thats its popular in Yuu's world. Like why??? Don't people not like being happy more than sad? and its true!! But there's always something cathartic about well-written tragedies (imo at least) and people enjoy that feeling. Personally the media i enjoy and stick to me the most are usually the ones that have open ended or ambiguos endings that leave a bittersweet after taste in your mouth. Something about retrospecting and finding peace that yes even though it never ended well, there was happiness, or maybe if not happiness then maybe peace to be found in a story like that. The love was still there!!!! Do you understand!!!???

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I want to thank you for sending me this on valentine's day. It is so fitting I should have answered immediately.

Welcome to the stage tragedy annon! W takes in this ask right here your brain is massive.

Orpheus can never be with Eurydice ever again, but the two loved each other!! Icarus will always die but the sun kissed his face!!! Do you understand!!!!!!!!!!

I UNDERSTAND I AM THINKING I AM FEELING I AM CRYING BUT I FEEL SO FULFILLED!!!!!!!!!!

I really like happy endings and have a hard time playing the bad end in otomes but one of my favorites, Birushana has these tragic endings that I have done some of and GOD. The image of Shungen screaming at Tomomori as he cradles Shanao's dead body, saying he can't just take her away as Tomomori prepares to jump into the ocean and drown with her only for him to say "You misunderstand, she is taking me." .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. i am crying, screaming, throwing up etc. and so on because fucking damn that's what it's about. The love is so real it has to endure even when everything else is gone.

I think that Idia might find some morbid comfort in that concept which is why I mentioned the Orpheus and Eurydice connection in his long fic musing. I don't think he would find it romantic necessarily, but certainly comforting. Like at least by Yuu's weird standards his curse isn't the major set back he thought it would be and even if things end badly they will still see it as worth it? That's weird, odd, and something he outwardly wants to make fun of but not something he really can when that's what he has come to believe too after his overblot.

Jade and Azul both work really well for this too. Azul because he believes love is inherently exploitable, so the idea that stories end badly in your world just further cements his own bias. The idea that you would consider the bad ending to make things no less real or valuable though, THAT he would need some time with. What do you mean Orpheus fails to save Eurydice is the point of the story? He has a hard time coping with the idea of losing already, adding that into romance as a selling point doesn't make sense from a consultant's point of view. You want to win in the end no? Not just be left ugly crying alone. Jade on the other hand... I just like to see him eat shit on something like this tbh. "Oh I would never do something like that, what an idiot for looking back-" Jade would actually show up at the gates of the underworld and he would still look back because he needs you to be there exactly like the myth foretold and he would be cursing fate the entire time.

I feel like I leave Floyd out of these sort of things so I want to add him here because I feel like he would dismiss the idea of tragedy as a good thing but not because he like. Doesn't think it doesn't exist or something he just doesn't care. He already knows the time you spend together will be enjoyable, and if it ends with death or with him going too close to the sun, well that was the point wasn't it? Kind of like he gets the point but not because of the example given. It's also why I could see him actually successfully making it through to a happy ending. He has this line in Chapter 7 when Lilia is scolding the Octatrio that made me scream because of how good of a job the VA did with it:

And if he says his place is a happy ending I believe he'd make it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #i was prepared to write and post like #actual fic and then an inconvenience occurred #god i should think more about tragedies with the boys #i have some thoughts about a jean of arc coded yuu and rollo #and then like some stuff with azul involving necromancy #don't worry about it

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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The Little Prince - Jotaro x Reader

♡ does this count as a late valentine's fic?? either way, enjoy this lil childhood friends to future lovers fic ^^ ♡

word count: 4.6k+

For a child, the concept of traveling to other places was a fascinating idea to ponder over—the excitement of experiencing new places to discover, cuisine to be tasted, activities to be played with, and the people to familiarize, more so those that were unfamiliar to a young child.

Though you did exhibit this almost naïve, imaginative mindset most children had, the topmost priority is not to seek the thrill of the entertaining and unknown, but to seek a replacement haven where you could flee momentarily in an attempt to move on and forget.

Fortunately, your uncle was an interesting individual who knew a lot of connections, inside the country and out, and knew how to use those bonds to his advantage.

And so, as an opportunity dangling in front of you to catch, he decided to take you under his wing, adopt you, and arrange a life in the neighboring country of Japan, where nothing reminded you of back then and a whole ensemble of crowds was available for you to meet and garner new memories with instead.

Hence, here you were—sitting on a colorful rubber bench watching him engage with the head teacher of a kindergarten, discussing your case as a foreigner and taking it easy when it came to language. You were still in the middle of learning Japanese, and even though you got decent at speaking it, writing was another thing you still had to work with.

“Y/N?” You perked at the mention of your name, turning to the teacher with alert eyes. “Your uncle and I still need to talk about a lot of things about your stay here. So, why don’t you play with the other kids on the playground while you wait?”

Another female teacher stood by you waiting when you turned to your uncle for permission. He gave one thumbs-up and you beamed, taking the lady’s hand to lead you to the kindergarten’s play area.

The place was as you could imagine it to be as a children’s ground for socialization and fun. The hallway was bright, its walls covered with papers of crayon-drawn stick figures and basic shapes, toys and books lining the shelves ready to be borrowed, and of course, all the other children running around, cheerful and loud as one was their age.

The lady brought you out back leading to a playground littered with kids having a great time. You watched 4 friends take turns on the swings, a pair giggling as they went up and down on the seesaw, another building sandcastles with miniature figurines, and the rest laughing as they engross themselves in a game of tag.

“You go have fun now, okay?” You turned to the adult with a nod and smile, despite being a bit nervous around new people. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here watching all of you.” She gently ushered you forward and with a deep breath, you walked.

Walking caused attention, and attention led to interest. The less busy children were the first to notice and with a polite yet friendly upfront, you were at the first step to bonding with them. All went better than you had expected. You found yourself constructing a tower of sand, followed by having a turn at the swing set, then at the seesaw. You ended up being at the forefront of your peer’s attention, often being the favorite, and though you didn’t revel in it, you appreciated it.

You liked this fun you got to experience, and it was fun for the first week of your time there, but something was missing. Perhaps you wanted something more than just hands-on playtime and more personal interaction. A get-along one would say.

Soon after, your new buddies decided to play hide-and-seek. Most of them were easy to find. The others… not so much. You found them behind trees, around the corner, by the slope, and so on.

But then you saw something peek out from behind one of the bushes. A tuft of black hair.

The second you saw it, it ducked beneath the leaves, startled. You figured it was probably one of your friends who’s yet to be uncovered. Without thought, you crept towards the bush and hopped forward with a playful roar.

But this kid was different.

You didn’t see him among your peers back at the playground. In fact, you haven’t seen him among the kids when you first stepped foot here. Immediately, your loud playful act settled down into a calmer and more cautious demeanor at the sight of the startled boy with his hands covering his face, particularly his eyes, and his bundled-up knees.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you started with a quiet tone.

“W-What do you want?” He said, refusing to look at you still though there was some bite to his words that was supposed to be some sort of threat. “You’re going to make fun of me again?”

“Make fun?” You tilted your head in confusion. “Making fun of someone is mean. I just wanna hang out a bit.”

He said nothing as he angled himself a bit to look at you, the fingers covering his upper face parting slightly to get a glimpse of you. “Hmm… you’re new.” He shook his head and puffed his cheeks, sharply facing away from you. “Still… I can’t tell if this is a prank or not…”

“I don’t do pranks. I think they’re bad.” You crouched and slowly inched towards the kid, pausing from time to time just in case he grew too anxious.

“But you seem to like doing what they’re doing…”

“Playing is different from pranking.” You stopped a few meters from him, shuffling your legs until they were comfortable in a crossed position. “I swear no one told me about anyone.”

The boy continued to look at you with skepticism, his arms refusing to drop away from his face. “… Swear?”

You placed a palm over your chest with a solid nod. “Swear!”

There was a brief air of silence hanging between you two with the kid in front of you still thinking about what to do with a sudden stranger like you invading his personal bubble. Though, after what felt like minutes, he was the first to speak. “Okay… I guess I’ll trust you.”

Those three words lifted the weights off your shoulders and you broke into a wide smile. Brewing with excitement, you extended a hand to him and said, “I’m Y/N! What’s your name?”

He withdrew one hand away from his eyes to shake yours with lingering hesitance. “… Jotaro.”

“Yay! Now that we know each other’s names, let’s ask questions and get to know each other more!” You clapped your hands only to fall short at the sight of the boy’s withdrawn position. A spark in you died down at the idea that you perhaps scared him. “Oh, I mean… no rush.”

You pressed your lips together, puffing your flushed cheeks as you got up onto your knees preparing to stand. “If you want… we can talk some other time and I’ll go back--“

“No wait!” The words in your throat stopped short at the sudden interruption. From where Jotaro was on his spot with his head averted away from you, his fingers fidgeted with each other. “I… I like to talk to you… don’t go….”

With your joy coming back full-blast, you returned to your place and initiated what was the start of a blooming friendship. The first step was – of course – the interchanging question and answer about something that wouldn’t end up flat and short. You don’t know what but it was better than nothing.

That activity occupied the whole duration of your 1st day in kindergarten and you couldn’t wait to resume that the following day.

On that day, you politely excused yourself to the other children and practically skipped to the bush where your raven-haired friend sat waiting. You still startled him with your sudden appearance, but this time, he welcomed you in as you sat on the spot before him.

And that routine continued for a few more weeks during your first days in kindergarten. What started as a child’s introduction to her new unusual playmate turned into a casual friendship filled with moments of endless sharing of each other’s favorite cartoons and snacks, and the occasional mini-games you offered to play with him.

You grew more attached to Jotaro and he to you indicated by his focused attentiveness to your babbling and willingness to play with you with embarrassed pink cheeks and shy smiles.

Though if there was one thing you’d like to work on, it was letting Jotaro lower his hands off from his face or make him face you without turning his head away, but at the same time, it was wrong for you to force someone to do something they’re uncomfortable with.

However, one day, both of you were laughing at a memory you had of that one scene in your favorite show, and in the middle of your tearful giggling, you caught sight of Jotaro laughing with his hands lowered.

And when he stopped to catch his breath, his eyes opened for a second to reveal beaming bright blue irises staring at you. As a response, you gaped and let out a whispered “woah”.

They’re… Jotaro gasped at the realization, immediately jerking his head away with both of his hands shielding his eyes yet again. “You didn’t see that! Please forget what you saw.”

“They’re pretty.” The two words that left your mouth were the first thoughts that ran through your mind and letting them out for the boy to hear, made him look back at you with a sideways glance. “Your eyes are really pretty!”

The sudden compliment caught Jotaro off-guard when he continued to stare at you with furrowed brows and juxtaposing pink cheeks. “You… think they’re… nice?”

You nodded without a second to spare.

Jotaro, with that hint of skepticism, lowered his hands slowly to expose his colored eyes to you. “You don’t think they’re… weird or alien-like?”

“Why would I think that? If anything, they remind me of a beautiful gem! Or…” You hummed. “Or… what was it…” Jotaro tilted his head at the same time you snapped your fingers. “Ocean! Tiny pools of ocean held in a boy such as yourself!”

It was such an odd thought of why he thought you would be weirded out with an eye color that wasn’t brown… on why he stared at you with disbelief because you said otherwise. Then again, you kept silent about this but when you first met him, tiny purplish-blue bruises littered his arms and legs, and a band-aid stuck to his cheek.

You pressed your lips together with muted anger. Stupid bullies.

“You’re the first person to say nice things about my eyes…,” Jotaro mumbled with his focus placed on the grass.

“Really?” You reached into the pocket of your skirt.

“Mm.” He nodded. “Uhm… thank you for not making fun of me.” You beamed and reached to hold his hand with both of yours, catching him off guard.

“You don’t have to thank me,” You huffed and nudged your head to his closed fist. “You can do that by simply accepting my peace offering and being my friend!”

Jotaro tilted his head in confusion before bringing his hand close and opening it to reveal a small seashell with hues of pastel purple and orange that often reminded you of sunsets by the beach. His eyes widened in awe. “You’re giving this to me?”

“Mhm!” For the first time, you fiddled with your fingers, nervous. “Do you like it?”

“I like seashells so,” he smiled at you and nodded. “I love it.”

Just like that, the two of you grew to be best friends and for a moment, he made you the happiest kid in the whole world without the need to do anything big or fancy. Your friendship grew exponentially then, being granted more access to him beyond his quiet and shy guard.

Jotaro was an explorative kid. Even if it doesn’t seem like it considering he favored staying put behind some leaves in a small kindergarten, you picked up on how he had his moments where you brought up something he liked and he’d end up talking about it for minutes with this passionate gleam in his eyes.

He liked the idea and mechanics of planes and boats, Western movies that depict cool men as bold gunslingers or clever detectives that would always find a way to catch the hidden bad guy, comics where he’d indulge in the dynamic fighting panels, and the fishes and animals he’d see in aquariums and the open sea.

Not a single of those instances of him sharing those bits of himself was left unattended to your observant ears. You admired his enthusiasm in talking about the things he loves, how he would sport a smile with every topic of his, and you genuinely wanted to know more about his interests and just him in general.

And in some silly side of you, you hoped he was just as curious about you as you were about him.

However, unintentionally, you preoccupied the majority of your time with Jotaro that the other children who wanted to play with you during the 1st week of kindergarten started noticing your favoritism to the boy--

“Hey, why aren’t you playing with us anymore? You always liked playing with us.”

“Oh, I just like hanging out with my friend is all.”

“Ugh, are you talking about that kid with the alien eyes? Why are you talking to him anyways? He’s weird and quiet and mean.”

It took all the restraint you had in your little body to hold yourself back from yelling at them out of sheer anger and frustration on why they would think he was “different” from them. For a second, you considered tolerating a long lecture from the head teacher and your uncle for hitting a fellow child.

But could you blame yourself? Jotaro was bullied for simply existing behind the watchful eyes of the teachers, while these children got away with nothing.

Upon knowing your sudden defensive behavior around “the odd child”, gossip spread around the children and it led to petty jealousy and further aggression directed at their problem.

You’d later found out that in the following week, Jotaro had to stop going to kindergarten in the meantime because of increased sustained bruising dealt by envious, xenophobic-minded bullies.

This resulted in you completely shutting yourself off from the rest of the kids for good.

Out of simply missing your best friend, you pleaded with your uncle to do something that would give you some sort of way to contact Jotaro outside of playgrounds. With enough persuasion, he managed to get ahold of your friend’s home number from the teachers and got into contact with his mother.

What happened next led you to visit his house at 1 PM with a backpack filled with stuff that can help cheer him up—toys, snacks, and some of your favorite books that he might like.

With one ring of the doorbell, the sliding door opened to a blonde woman with the disposition of sunshine on a cloudless day greeting both of you with open arms. “Oh hello sweetheart! You must be Jotaro’s friend~”

You bowed and nodded. “I’m sorry your kid had to go through all that nonsense,” your uncle sighed. “We figured that maybe he wants the company of his playmate without others bothering.”

“I’m glad you asked for our number L/N-san.” She offered a hand for him to shake. “I’m Holly by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” Your uncle patted your shoulder. “I’ll be coming back by 5 or 6. You kids have fun in there alright?” With one more nod from you, he smiled and waved goodbye as he got up and walked off to the gate.

You turned to Holly waiting for further instructions and she smiled in return. “Come in dear,” she gently ushered you inside and led you down the hallways until you reached another door. “He’s just reading in his room. I’ll bring you two some snacks in a bit, okay?”

You beamed and nodded, prompting the adult to giggle at your eagerness. She rapped her knuckles on the screen and said, “Jotaro, your friend came to visit sweetie.” She gestured for you to open the door and you did, allowing your entry to his room.

He gasped in surprise, immediately closing the book he had and hiding it under his futon in a hurry. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention first. The fresh purple bruises that painted sections of his arms and legs, band-aids on his elbow and knee, and the swollen left eye were.

“Ah! Your arms! Your legs!” You hurried over and got on your knees, inspecting the injuries with worry. “This bad?!”

Jotaro grumbled under his breath, shying away from your intent gaze. “I stopped going to that place for a reason Y/N. Of course, that bad.” He tensed a bit when you refused to look away, consciously covering the purple splotches with a hand out of embarrassment.

You dropped your bag to the side and as fast as you could, opened it and rummaged around to pull out a soda can that was still cool to the touch. “This is still cold. I think it still works if you do this.”

“What do you—” He yelped as you quickly pressed the cooled beverage against his bruised eye with a bit more pressure. “Ow! Ow too hard! Too hard!” His hands flailed a bit before one grabbed hold of the can as you let go.

You sucked in a breath and bowed your head more times than usual. “Ah, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

The boy stared at you with a pout and sighed. “It’s fine.” He adjusted the drink over his eye and offered a small smile in appreciation. “Thanks for the free drink.”

“I have more if you want! I also brought some biscuits if you like some too!” You said, placing your hand inside the bag, to which he waved off in polite refusal.

“I’m not hungry right now.”

Since you were told he was reading, you wanted to offer your books to him so you could read together, but you remembered he still had that book he hid under his bed. “What were you reading?”

“I-It’s nothing,” Jotaro mumbled with pink cheeks.

“It’s not nothing because I saw you reading something,” you said as you pulled out a couple of cartoon-drawn books from your bag. “We can share if you wanna.”

It wasn’t that you were forcing him to do anything. In all honesty, you were fine if he continued to reject your offer. After all, there was still the option of talking, playing with the toys he and you had, or even listening to music he had in his collection, but at the same time, you also liked to read with a friend.

“There you are again.” Your eyes widened paired with a “hm?” in acknowledgment of Jotaro’s sudden remarks. “You’re making those puppy eyes again.”

“Am I?” You tilted your head. “I’m not doing anything though.”

“Still!” He cleared his throat. “Stop staring at me like that… it’s weird.” He turned his attention to the futon and fidgeted with the sheets. A few more seconds in and he said, “If I show you, you’ll stop looking at me like that, right?”

Taking the opportunity, you quickly nodded with an “mhm!”

“Promise me you won’t make fun of me for this.”

“Promise! You know I won’t!”

Jotaro sent you a pointed stare as a warning before he reached beneath the flat mattress and slid the book out. With a reddened averted face and a shy pout, he raised it for you to see. “Here.”

“I love that book!” Jotaro snapped his head to look at you with newfound sparkles in his eyes. “You should’ve told me you read The Little Prince before and we could’ve shared so much more! Look!” You scanned through your small stack of books and slid out your copy of the same story. “I have one too!”

The Little Prince was one of those children’s stories that caught your interest at first read due to how unique and fantastical the plot was. Sure, you’ve enjoyed the more common fairy tales and fables, but this specific book held something special in your heart, and you thanked your aunt for gifting you such a wonderful present.

“That’s… That’s great! I can finally tell someone how much I like this story.” He smiled. “I’m too shy to tell mom about this since she’s the one who gave me this, but I can’t stop reading for some reason.”

“I don’t blame you because everything in this is amazing!” You scooted over to sit beside him and opened his copy of the story. “What’s your favorite part here?”

“I like the part where the Prince kept on traveling around the different asteroids and he met all these weird adults who had boring jobs and nothing else,” Jotaro said, flipping over the pages with the drawings of the aforementioned people.

“Yeah! Every old guy there is such a downer, but I like the Pilot,” you said back. “He grew out of his boring adult phase thanks to the Prince!”

“How about you? What’s your favorite scene?”

You looked at his expectant eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a shy smile as you flipped the pages until it was the one you were looking for. “I liked when the Prince met all these roses in a garden and then he suddenly realizes he misses his Rose from his asteroid.”

“Isn’t that a bit sad though? To miss someone?”

“Missing someone isn’t sad. It’s hopeful!” You beamed. “You realize that you miss someone because that person was someone you loved and cared for so long that they became unique to you among others.”

“And because of that, you’re sure that you never want to forget about them. That you want to return to them to experience all those happy times again like watching sunsets.”

Saying such words sparked something sentimental through you, even more so when you kept a firm gaze at Jotaro as if those words meant something else beyond paper. “You have a point.”

“You know what? I realized something!” You held his shoulder with a big smile on your face. “We’re kinda like the characters!”

His face fumed a faint pink and stuttered. “W-What do you mean?”

“You’re the Rose to my Little Prince!” You smiled wide as you pointed at the drawing of the Prince and his glass-covered Rose sitting atop their asteroid. “You’re prickly sometimes with your words and it can hurt a lot, but deep down, you genuinely like being with the other and want to be with them for as long as possible.”

“As for me, I may meet all these people in life, and yes while they are strange and fun to know at the beginning, I could never forget the one friend I have grown attached to over the time since we’ve met.”

You ended up speaking your heart out more than you had intended and you did so with much passion and meaning that you forgot for a second that you were simply sitting in a bedroom with a new friend you made for just a few months.

You dared to look at the said friend with widened eyes and were met with the boy looking at you with equally wide eyes and pink cheeks.

Your face heated up significantly and squeaked in realization, covering your face out of sheer embarrassment. “Ahh! Oh my god! Oh my god! I kept on talking! I’m sorry if what I said sounded weird!”

“I-It works… the other way too you know…” Your flustered panic came to a pause at Jotaro’s quiet statement. He stared into the ground without the heat leaving his head, eyes hooded and shy. “You’re the Rose to my Little Prince too.”

And it was your turn to blush as he continued. “You can be… a bit much for me to handle but at the same time, you make everything around me so much better by just being yourself. I may not realize it at first but once I do… it hits.”

“And as the Little Prince…” Jotaro held the back of his neck as he struggled to put out his next words. “I may try and forget about you as we do our own things out there, but no matter how hard I’ll try, my head would always go back to you because you’ve… tamed me and…”

He mumbled out his next words, loud enough for you to hear. “I’d miss you too.”

Speechless. You were speechless from the words that left his mouth and every syllable uttered sent little fluttery pangs into your heart, making it beat faster than before. You could tell he felt the same way based on how he had his head ducked in a flustered bow and his little fists balled tight on his lap.

You wouldn’t spare him any more seconds of him drowning in his embarrassment as you threw your arms around him to give him a tight hug. Jotaro let out a sound of surprise, gradually easing himself into your hold and returning your hug with his own.

“Who knew you’d be such a poet?” You giggled against his shoulder, to which he scoffed lightheartedly.

“Speak for yourself.”

You pulled back and gave some space for you and Jotaro to look at each other for a full minute before the both of you broke into a fit of giggles. You were glad you had met this boy that day.

“My my~ Looks like we’ve had some fun in here~”

“Mom!” Jotaro broke from your closeness and you could only laugh at the predicament of Holly opening the door with a tray filled with sandwiches and glasses of apple juice.

“Aw, it’s so nice to see you so happy with someone of your age sweetie.” She cooed, setting down the tray and patting her son’s cheeks with affection shortly after. “It makes me very happy too.” He stared at her with a tiny smile.

“And Y/N?” You turned to her with attentiveness. “Thank you for this dear.” You smiled and nodded in response.

“I like being here with him.” You looked at Jotaro, who still had his head bowed albeit with a growing smile on his face. “No need to thank me, ma’am.”

✧ ༺ ༺♛ ༻ ༻✧

“Sorry, I’m late. The paperwork came in heavier than expected.” Your uncle said with a nervous chuckle and a scratch on his nape.

“It’s not a problem at all.” Holly gestured him inside with the same welcoming aura around her. “Come in. You might want to see this.”

She led him down the same hallways you’ve passed through until she came to a stop before her son’s bedroom. With an index finger to shush him, Holly slowly slid the door open. Your uncle melted at the sight before him and sighed with a soft smile. “Would you look at that? They sure had their fun without us.”

And in the room, aside from the mess of snack wrappers and crayon-drawn papers, were two children sleeping together on top of the futon, their hands interlinked with each other.

Beside them, two copies of The Little Prince lay open for the adults to see. Both books displayed drawings of the Prince and the Rose together.

Two friends.

One unique bond to cherish.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo

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linddzz · 3 months

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Dreamling Nonsense Masterpost

Looking for a fic? For a shit post? For a long winded au thread? Playlists? Got it here. Keeping it Dreamling for now until I really have the time to scour through my various fandom posts to collect the Big Hits.

Audacity in Human Form: E. main WIP. A post season 1 "let's see these two figure their shit out" exploration that's best described as two character studies stacked inside of a fanfic shaped coat. My main tagline for it is "it isn't unrequited, Dream just needs therapy." The fic exploring how the two weirdos I have in my head got together.

Fics/Tumblr Ficlets

"Audacity in Human Form" Series

Not exactly a structured chronological series. I have a pretty set version of my Dream and Hob in the canon!universe, so all the fics I write of them are just the same two dolls I'm bumping together in the same sandbox. They can be read in any order or separately, but there are characterization threads and things mentioned that tie them all together. I like to think that put together they can give fun context or more depth to each other :)

I'm less into Big Plots and more into just having fun bumping these dolls together and playing with how they interact!

It's a WIP and I write slow, as my job takes a lot of mental bandwidth.

(Other fics in the same series can be read even while the first isn't done! They don't really spoil much except for the fact that they do end up together. But of course they are.)

In Which Hob, a Shitty Wizard, Meets a Supposed Demon: Gen. Drabble ficlet on Tumblr as I start exploring my Shit-wizard Hob AU. More of a rough draft concept fic

Obviously: E. smut prompt fill one-shot. PWP. Dream is a needy eldritch pissbaby and also violently romantic. Hob scruffs him for some much needed gentle domming.

This Isn't the Trope: Teen. Lots of cussing. Johanna is agressively investigating an immortal man, Hob is looking forward to being dramatically rescued by his hot supernatural boyfriend. No one but Morpheus has a good time.

OTHER FICS/DRABBLES

Audacity in Human Form related posts (esp the ones that broke containment)

"Oysters have nightmares like this"

"Jokes on you, you're into that shit"

Hob: "no. Shut up. I'm talking now."

Characterization Notes aka: I'm gonna start bullying Morpheus

Other mutterings about writing or snippets are under the tags "#my fic" and "#audacity in human form"

AU Cooking:

I'm honestly better at coming up with every single detail for an AU without actually writing the fic, but I like playing in the sandbox and other people seem to have fun with them too :)

Human!AU. There are kinda two versions of this that I'm starting to meld together.

Red Flags AU post: Hob is hired to be the party ruining messy boyfriend, but cannot begin to compete with the insanity that is the Endless family and the Hot Mess Express Morpheus, who hired him. They fall in love instantly. "Why would I fix him??? He's perfect."

Red Flags AU 2: slight deviation from the OG where everything is the same, except Morpheus' messy friend Johanna accidentally introduces them and instantly regrets it. She did not anticipate Hob reacting to Morpheus' red flags like a charging bull.

Assorted Human!Morpheus facts

Shit-wizard Hob AU: where Hob is still immortal, except Death is his Endless buddy. He first meets Morpheus when trying to take up occultism at Fawney Rig (he's bad at it but is gonna stick around now. For reasons.)

Meta-ish Shitposting:

Hob meets Thessaly. Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" starts playing ominously in the distance when she doesn't appreciate how much of a needy clingy freak Morpheus is.

Spotify Playlists:

I process Blorbo feelings with hyper specific playlists. Putting Dreamling and other fandom ones here bc I guess it's about time I share more of them

Audacity in Human Form PL: 1h33m fic specific. Set up to alternate Dream/Hob POV. Blatant "2012 fandom brain" indulgence in here.

Hot Mess Endless Express: 1hr45m the general Dream playlist. Not ship specific, all romantic songs are how I just see him in any relationship. Mostly serious, except when it isn't but especially when it isnt

The Devil of Fawney Rig: the playlist I imagine goes in Dreams head when he's stuck in a fishbowl and horny for revenge. Made with the shit-wizard Hob AU in mind

Newton Goes Kaiju All Over Everybody's Ass: 1hr it really is too bad that there was never a second Pacific Rim movie but wow isn't Dark!Geiszler a great concept? 🙃

EDDIE I MADE A PLAYLIST EDDIE: 44m Venom made a playlist for Eddie, isn't that nice?

Mountain Son: 1h30m Bagginshield Thorin feelings ahoy. Made with Mahrâna in mind.

The Bacchae: 1h. The soundtrack for the dream production of the Bacchae in my head. Meant to follow the progression of the play

The Huntress and the Maenad: 1h30m insane sapphic bitch in the woods solidarity

Mysteries: 7+hours!!!!!! The ongoing playlist for joining the cult of Dionysus and eating a billionaire in the woods

#masterpost #look i finally did it

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letters-to-rosie · 2 months

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My one oneshot of all time is impossible.

There are three. Well there are more but I forced myself to stick to three. I'm terrible with choices

'Affection in all the wrong places' by LeBenj

“You need to stop showing up here,” Ekko says as he unlatches his bedroom window with a loud click.

Without looking at him, Jinx’s lips perk with a hint of a smile. “You need to stop letting me in.”

It's soft and hopeful, with an undertone of hurt, and I love it.

‘What's broken can still mend’ by MidnightLightHowlite

He hates her as much as she loves him, for nothing good ever happened to people who loved her back. But he cares, and that's different because people who hate you but also care will not forget, because they will forget a kindness but not a curse. People remember curses, remember misfortune if only to avoid it, and she's enough of a sin to be unforgivable.

…

“You’ve been surviving for so long.” He brings her knuckles to his nose and takes in the gunpowder. When his eyes meet hers they’re frozen. “But have you truly been alive?

So many gems in this fic. It hurts just right. Learning to live and complicated baggage and hope (I might have a thing for that)

And last one

‘Why’ by PenguiniShipsIt

‘That's all everyone wanted to do these days. Blow up. Beat everyone up. Hurt someone. End someone.

It got tiring to a point that he'd rather wreck himself than hear everyone around him already wrecked.

And he got what he wanted at the sight of her on his couch. Again.

"Hey." He shook her by the shoulder. "What the hell, Jinx? Is this what we're doing, now? You're just gonna stay here when it—"

She's burning.’

Caring despite all the rightful hesitations, a bit of ridiculousness, and from Ekkos's perspective, an incredulous situation makes for such a good read.

okay I have been super tired, so this took me like 3 days to write lol but we're so back baby here we go!

going one by one:

Affection in all the wrong places is very cute! I like the concept of things having eventually calmed down years later and Ekko and Jinx being able to relate to each other without the mediation of the conflict we see in the show. in some ways it also reminded me of one of my fics, with the whole "years later" thing, and I just think it's fun to see how different authors interpret similar ideas 😊

for What's broken can still mend, I think I actually read this one before I had my account?? I read a lot of CaitVi back then lol but I was just starting to get interested in timebomb. yet the summary sounds familiar...

but anyway, on to the thoughts! this is such a small thing but I love the idea that Vi comes to the Firelight base and plays with kids. I love it so much I might steal it for the end of revolution lol (with credit, naturally). and Ekko deciding not to kill her? wild lol, just wild. a little curious about why then, but hey, it felt very poetic and we can never be mad at that haha also was surprised at how it ended, but I was happy to see that Vi and Jinx made up, because who knows how canon will go 🥲

and for Why!

I feel like I've figured out your pattern lol you like fics where after the events of canon things chill out and Jinx goes to Ekko. and then implied/actual sex haha

the top author's note on this one is so fucking funny lol

I do enjoy Ekko being a bit of a dork here. the first fic I wrote with him in it has him telling bad science jokes lol. but he's also so sassy here which is how he became my favorite Arcane character in the first place, so we love to see that too.

He loved the way she swallowed. around here is when he started to get really terrible and I was so down for it lol. AND it's reciprocal! I like that playfulness coming out with them. you can feel how much they're into each other, and that along with how they're not saying everything (which I feel like is also a commonality between these 3 fics). since this is the longest of the 3 by a good bit, it really comes through, and I like in particular how Jinx is really torn up about the idea of loving him while Ekko is eventually able to convince himself to stop holding back, even though he's still afraid she'll hurt him.

She had seen what happened to people she loved and loved her back.

Not Ekko. Not chubby-cheeked, pouty-faced, sad-eyed, Ekko who hovered around her when she was sick and injured, who tended a nice little garden of friends and firelights, who zipped through the fissures like one of those masked heroes in barbershop stories.

yeahhhhhh this is good shit lol

“Are you aware of any reason she might threaten your safety?”

Yes. I edged her six times and came in her twice.

pffffffft

the end to this one is also really interesting. I would say it's my favorite of the 3. I like how the tension between Ekko and Caitlyn and Vi plays out, though I'm wary of the Firelights being legitimated by Piltover (though Ekko is, too, which is why I love him lol). it's interesting to see them inhabit this space created by all the tension in the world around them. and then, of course, Jinx comes back. more bittersweet than the first 2, but in a way I enjoyed a lot

thank you for sharing! 🥰

#one-shot of all time #arcane #timebomb #ekko #jinx #feel free to submit your own one-shot(s) of all time

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heartfulselkie · 11 months

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Love Letters too?

So this is an idea that's been sitting in the back of my mind for a long time and I got to thinking about it again recently thanks to discord conversations.

This AU comes from me thinking about this concept art and some discussion about it that was floating around awhile back.

Basic premise is that this is a non-Miraculous AU Adrien and Felix are twins. Felix is more or less the same as he is in canon except he obviously lives in Paris and attends the same school as the Miracuclass.

However in this AU Adrien has never gone to public school because of a disability/often poor health. (I'm still trying to decide what exactly but I've been considering chronic fatigue/balance problems.) Because of this, he's homeschooled and housebound a lot of the time unless he's doing photoshoots etc. because Gabriel is still worst parent to ever parent.

Through some shenanigans (and Felix's reluctant involvement) Adrien and Marinette become anonymous pen pals. Even though they don't know the face behind the letters they receive, they become very attached to each other through those letters.

Here's a little snippet from my drabbles:

With the envelopes safely in hand though, Adrien could now take his time in appreciating them. He smiled as his thumb traced over the embossed shape of a sticker. It was how she sealed them. A cute sticker to hold the envelope closed, which he would then meticulously open again so that the stick would remain intact. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the envelopes in hand, reminding himself of which particular decorative seal they had. One had a pink flower, another had a peach coloured macaroon and the last had a little black cat face. He chuckled at the cat in particular, because he suspected that it hadn’t always been black but had in fact been coloured in by her. He would read each letter in turn, but it was that one he went for first. Cher Chaton, The suggestions you made to my latest project were just what I needed. You were right for me to need to step back and look at it with a fresh eye. I finally figured out where I was going wrong and now the dress is finally coming together! And I know you suggested green (yes I got your hints about it being one of your favourite colours) but I think lime green would be a bit too much. But don't worry Minou, I still listened to you. Green makes an excellent accent colour with black after all. Adrien smile grew as he continued to read through the letter. Her writing, while a little bit smudged and wobbly in places, was so precise in its detail and description that he could easily imagine the dress she'd been toiling over for the better part of a month now. It helped that he knew what a mermaid skirt was or a Peter Pan collar was, but even so he could visualise her delicate fingers meticulously sewing the fabric together.

I've spoken about this AU before, but it has has gone through a lot of shifts and changes sicne then. Mainly I've been reconsidering if I want it to be a non-Miraculous AU or not, because keeping the kwamis and miraculous involved does open up for more love square fun.

There was also a number of ideas the I lifted from my original concept for this AU and transferred to one of my other fics, since that fic gave way more space and scope for those ideas to work.

Sadly this fic just hasn't taken a forward spot in my active WiP rotation. I do really want to write it, but I want to make sure I do a fair job depicting Adrien's disability and struggles. Something like that just takes time and research (such as making sure that whatever disability I give him works narratively among other things) and I'd hate to do it poorly.

Ask Game

#opakitty #ask game #ask selkie

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wetcatspellcaster · 5 months

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I love your work so much! Thank you for giving us the DVD commentary. I’m so torn picking a scene from your fics but I landed on this one.

“Astarion made to step towards her. Rosalie made her decision, and raised the poker higher, making him pause. Then, she stretched her left hand out in front of her.

“But I was thinking back to the olden days,” she said, keeping her eyes on him, where he stood warily back, clearly worried she was going to hit him again. “About how I used to just jump off things, and break fucking bones, and all I would do is take the pain. Then I'd turn to Shadowheart, and I'd ask her to heal me.”

Astarion’s brow furrowed, and before he could get it Rosalie gritted her teeth, and pivoted so her free hand rested on the edge of the sideboard. Hey, if I break more of his furniture, it’s an added bonus, she thought - and then she bought the iron poker down on her wrist.

Magical items were often, for all intents and purposes, indestructible.

Wrists. Not so much. Rosalie often swore her bones felt more brittle these days.

“NO!” Astarion cried, as she herself shrieked, and raised the poker, and bought it down again.

Two hits was enough, but she managed three before her vision started to spot and blacken at the edges. The hand was a pulp, the bracelet remained a perfect silver circle. The skin started weeping blood, which was probably not a good call, in the ol’ vampire mansion. Still, needs must. Rosalie could practically feel herself fighting a giggle.

As she raised her hand to examine it, magic came flooding back exactly as she had been hoping. Why did the bracelets come in pairs? It could’ve been Astarion’s weird aesthetic preferences, but then, if it was, she would’ve expected some chains there in the mix as well. She figured there must be a reason both wrists were bound.

The pain roiled through her like nausea, and one of the shackles fell away from the meat of her limp, flattened fingers.

She started to swoon a little, and Astarion was suddenly there, right next to her, his arm around her waist, holding her up before she could black out and fall to the floor.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” Astarion said, sounding genuinely horrified. “What does this achieve, darling? You can’t cast spells without both your hands, and it’s not like you can hold the poker and get the other wrist. I’ll need to find you a healer. What if you’ve prevented yourself from ever casting a spell again? You love your magic. Oh, dearest heart, good gods. You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.”

“Don’t need the other wrist,” she panted, imagining a world where she could stick around enough to vomit on his clothes as promised. “The only somatic gesture I need, is this.”

She dropped the poker with a clatter, raised her good hand, gave him the finger.

Then, she shouted the verbal component for Dimension Door, and winked out of existence. Astarion was left grasping on air.”

Hey anon, thank you for being kind and wanting to play the ask game with me!

I am genuinely trying to remember now if in Howl's Moving Castle and subsequent books Sophie ever chased Howl with a fire poker. I'm trying to remember if I truly imagined this or read it in a fanfic or whatnot. Anyway, regardless of whether I invented this scene from HMC or not, book Howl/Sophie was the energy I was bringing to this scene lmao.

My characters took a lot of fall damage in BG3, truly just short resting every time we took a stealth route in Act 1 bc I was not wasting spellslots on Featherfall. Anyway, the entire concept of fall damage but also just healing makes me think adventurers in particular would be way more at peace with grievous bodily harm. Poor Shadowheart.

The antimagic bracelets are a homebrewed magic item from my D&D game! They negate anything that counts as a spell or magical effect. Fun fact: in my D&D game, my players confronted a hot evil wizard man in his office and through a series of checks (including a Nat 1 dex save from him) they just put the bracelets on him. They entirely negated combat and instead plunged themselves into the true struggle of every D&D party: an awkward conversation. With a man shackled by jewelry.

The brittle wrists thing is autobiographical. I already feel like a glass canon bag of twigs so I imagine in my 40s my wrists will be the first thing to go.

That being said, I have no idea if hitting your hand a few times at full whack would actually do anything or have any of the effects I describe, it just sounded cool at the time.

A few comments (that I've yet to reply to) have noted that Astarion's final speech here is very hypocritical, and it absolutely is. He took away her magic, he's suddenly worried she'll never have magic again... But at his end, he knows that the antimagic bracelets are temporary. He only needs to take her magic away until they've sorted out this wee understanding and she's no longer going to use it to fireball him. He wasn't planning on keeping her magic from her forever, just until they finish their conversation... etc. Meanwhile this is a permanent consequence, and that idea horrifies him.

Dimension Door only has a verbal spell component to be cast, and thank god otherwise my plot would've been literally in tatters! I'm so glad 5e made it easy for her to get away

This is also foreshadowing, bc Astarion says that people can't teleport in and out of the house but then Rose succeeds... seems like, mayhaps, she's the exception to the rule ~ x

"You act like I’m worse than the devil himself.” You see, not to stand in Ascended!Astarion's corner for a brief second, but maybe when you now hang out with vampires and devils and go the Hells every once in a while, your relative curve for morality gets thrown off, and while other people are horrified by your behaviour all you can see is how much worse you could be, and how much worse you've seen other monsters act...

DVD commentary ask

#asks #anons #dvd commentary ask #lovely words from lovely people #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #ask games

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longbobmckenzie · 1 year

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Tips for writing a villa fic

If you pay attention to Love Island the Game fanfiction at all, you've probably read a villa fic or two, or a hundred. They can be a lot of fun, and the nature of the game lends itself really well to the concept. Which is why so many people have started writing villa fics of their own... and yet, so few finish them, or even come close.

Well, I’ve written more than my fair share of villa fics, ranging from a 3k word oneshot (yes, really) to a 230k word start-to-finish Season 2 Bobby fic, and I’ve read a whole lot more, so I've learned a thing or two about the genre.

So, I figured I’d share some of my tips, and ask some of my writer friends for their input (thanks @queen-of-boops, @rebelrayne, and @thoracic-orchid), and here we are!

Buckle in, because this gets long (much like my fics!)

Tip #1: Recognize that it’s a lot of work

It takes a long, long time to write a full villa fic, especially if it’s Season 2 and you’re starting on Day 1 and going right up to the final (and beyond?). We’re talking months of work, maybe even years depending on how much time you have to dedicate to it. My first fic (230k words) took me 9-10 months to write, and that was during COVID lockdown when I didn’t really have much else to do.

This isn’t meant to discourage you at all, but I’ve seen so, so many villa fics get published and never get past the first few chapters. Sometimes they even get 20-30 chapters in before the author loses interest or just plain runs out of free time. It’s a commitment, but it can definitely be done!

This especially applies to “All Star” villa fics or season crossovers. Kudos to those who attempt it and especially those who finish (I know of only one person who’s managed this off the top of my head), but trust me, it’s hard enough writing a villa fic, writing a crossover is putting it on evil mode.

Also consider if you’re writing from a male character’s POV (the LI, perhaps, or a male MC) that you’ll probably need to write more “boys only” scenes, so a little extra creativity is required (I could never, honestly).

Tip #2: Have a plan

I cannot stress this enough. Easy for me to say since I’m an outliner at heart anyway, but I’m in the middle of writing a villa fic and even with an outline, I’m still going back and tweaking early chapters (tip within a tip: write a few chapters before publishing anything!) when my plan changes slightly.

But having a clear direction of where you want to take the fic and planning out plot points, recouplings, dumpings, etc. is extremely important. Especially when you start going off-canon (more on that in a bit) or when you get to days where literally nothing happens in the villa.

The nice thing about villa fics is that you’ve already got a structure to work with, you just have to plan how you want your characters’ relationship(s) to develop and how to drive the plot.

Tip #3: You don’t always have to stick to the plan

That said, characters sometimes do things you didn’t plan for. And that’s okay! Sometimes. There are times you need to assert your will, but other times, things will change and you just need to re-evaluate your outline. And that’s okay… within reason.

For example, in Whiskey & Scotch, my plan was always for Bobby to be the endgame LI. Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with Henrik, and people really liked him and my OC together (mild spoiler: they were coupled up for a time). I was extremely tempted to blow up my outline to make it work for them, but the groundwork was laid for Bobby to be endgame, and I had scenes planned that had been living in my head for months by that point that I was excited for. It just didn’t make sense to make Henrik the LI (which is why I’m now working on a rewrite/alternate ending, because I still love them together even years later).

On the other side, at the post-Casa Amor dumping, Noah was single and I’d planned for him to save Hope. She was already a bit of a villain, they had history, it just made sense. But when I was writing the scene, I was completely stuck on his speech. I got a crazy/evil idea and had him save someone else instead. It changed a lot and I had to rework my outline a bit, but it worked out so well that I can’t imagine doing it the way I’d intended.

Tip #4: Watch the show

This is optional (technically, they all are), but it really is helpful on so many levels. It can give you an idea of the villa layout (Seasons 3-5 and 7 of the show all use the same villa), give you ideas for challenges, dialogue, plot ideas, etc. The show uses a host instead of the opening scene and some of the dumpings being done through text, generally it’s the boys picking the girls on day 1 instead of the girls, etc.

There are also more rules on the show that don’t make it into the game. Again, totally optional, but to make it a bit more realistic you could limit the islanders’ alcohol consumption (or let them get completely shit-faced if that works for your plot), take away all clocks, refer to their microphones occasionally, etc.

Also, like… I’ve never seen anyone on the show have sex on the terrace, but it happens in the game. You want your characters getting it on out in the open like that? By all means. But if you prefer a bit more realism, stick to the bedroom and hideaway. The bathroom is communal, but hey, the shower works too.

If you want to add challenges to your fic, I like to use this website for ideas. It lists most of the challenges from season 3 onwards, including results and video. It’s a great resource.

Tip #5: Kiss canon goodbye

There are definitely readers out there who prefer fics that follow canon, and to each their own. Personally, I’ve played the game over and over, read a whole bunch of fics, and written a bunch of fics, so I’m kinda sick of canon. Plus, sometimes canon just sucks or doesn’t make sense. So don’t be afraid to stray from canon, toss it into a ball and throw it out the window, or stomp all over it.

First, the dialogue. We’ve all read it over and over, got it practically memorized. Feel free to change it! In fact, please do! You can keep some lines and change the responses to completely alter a conversation, or make slight adjustments, or just… not include it at all, if you want. You can take out canon scenes and replace them with your own. Or keep them and just change who-did-what. Etc, etc. Make it your own!

Second, individual scenes. It’s okay to cut them. We don’t need to see Noah singing Toto on the daybed with Hope and Rocco walking by singing Wonderwall. Cutting it will not negatively impact your fic in any way.

What about challenges? Well… they can be cut too. Ask yourself, do they drive the plot? Is it necessary? For example, the day 4 slime challenge. Priya grinds on Noah despite not needing his colour, Lottie gets mad, blah blah blah. We know. The reader most likely knows. But unless you’re making MC’s drama the primary focus, you can cut it and just write a paragraph of narration telling us why the girls are fighting. The reader will understand and most likely appreciate that they didn’t have to skim through it.

Hell, you can skip recouplings, dumpings, even whole days. Trust me, I’ve done it. If you’re primarily sticking to a timeline that generally follows canon and not really messing with what’s going on with the other islanders, you can absolutely skip over that stuff and keep the focus solely on your MC and their LI. You can even still make slight changes to canon and just narrate what happened.

Basically, what you keep depends on what you’re trying to do with your fic. If you want to do the whole villa experience thing, keep as much as you want. If you just want to write a love story between two people who happen to be in the villa, you can cut out anything and everything that doesn’t in some way develop their relationship.

Also, you don’t have to start on day 1. Or if you do, you don’t have to start with the MC arriving at the villa. Be creative! And along the same veins, you don’t have to end it with the final. Heck, your characters don’t have to even make the final!

Tip #6: Read other fics

Again, you don’t have to do this. Plenty of villa fic writers don’t read other people’s villa fics. But I do think it’s a good idea, especially if you want to write a Bobby or Lucas fic (picking on the most popular characters because they have the most fics written for them).

You’ll be able to get some ideas of how other people did it – how much canon they kept in, how much they cut, how they made the story their own – but you’ll also get a good idea of what’s been done before. MC and Bobby are immediately attracted to each other right from the start? Great… but how are you going to make yours different from the other hundred fics that do that? Lucas switches to Blake? Okay yes, that’s canon – but are you going to keep it? What motivations are you going to give him? Maybe MC switches too?

And this isn’t to say that if someone else has an idea for something, you can’t do the same thing. Especially for people who watch the show, there have been a number of situations where people will have the same ideas. I’ve had it where I’ve had scenes planned or written only to read someone else’s fic and seen almost the exact same thing. It happens! Obviously don’t plagiarize, but it’s okay to have the same idea. And if anyone accuses you of stealing ideas, have them send their hate mail to me (don’t actually do that).

Tip #7: Write what you want to read

The reason I got into fanfiction and wrote my first villa fic in the first place was because I had an idea that I thought would be really interesting to read. I didn’t think anyone else was gonna come up with the same idea, though, so I wrote it myself.

I don’t know what sort of motivations other writers have when they start writing their fics, but if you have an idea, you just might be the best candidate to write it.

Tip #8: Don’t do it alone

Find a beta reader if you can (note: it’s not always easy, especially since villa fics are a huge commitment), but even if you can’t get someone to edit for you, getting someone who can give constructive criticism is extremely helpful – if you’re open to listening. They can help you figure out what works, what doesn’t, and what to work on.

Most importantly, though, find someone you can bounce ideas off of. If you’re struggling writing a scene, or need some ideas to help with a character’s motivation or dialogue, or you have a crazy idea and need some validation or advice… having someone you can go to is the best. All of my fics are better thanks to the people who helped, whether it was in big ways or little.

Tip #9: Develop your main character

Okay this is the tip that I don’t actually listen to myself 🤣 I’m a storyteller, so my fics tend to be more about the plot than the character arc, but having more well-rounded, developed characters is something I wish I were better at. If you know who your character is – their voice, their habits, their likes and dislikes, their family and relationship histories – it’ll be easier to write them. And the same goes for the canon characters as well! Give them more of a backstory! Give them siblings and heartbreaks! Especially with a villa fic where, unless they’re doing a challenge, they do nothing but sit around all day and have chats, you need stuff for them to talk about. This goes for group conversations, too – sometimes you just need to have some ideas of things they can talk about.

Now, I will say that I don’t think every MC needs to have heartbreak in their past (maybe they’re the heartbreaker?) or some sort of sob story. Those are common tropes in your regular run-of-the-mill romance story, and there’s nothing wrong with it, but it all goes hand-in-hand with your character’s motivations and how you want their relationship with the LI to develop. You can go that direction, but don’t feel you have to. If the story you have planned doesn’t need a character with a tragic past, then just have them be an average Joe.

Also, just a minor pet peeve of mine… your MC doesn’t have to be this super perceptive person who gets everyone’s answers right in Two Truths and a Lie. It’s day 2, c’mon. And they don't need to be the girl that all the guys in the villa are falling all over themselves to be with – is it more interesting for 4-5 guys to be into MC or for MC to be interested in someone only to be turned down? Just food for thought.

Tip #10: Choose the right POV

There’s no right or wrong POV, so choose whatever’s comfortable for you and your fic. But just note that readers do have their preferences (some people are strongly opposed to 1st and/or 2nd POV, for example). For a chaptered villa fic, it doesn’t really make sense to use 2nd person POV (“you” pronouns) because you’re telling the story of a main character who isn’t really generic. For oneshots/series where you’re writing snapshots of the villa, that might be what works for you, though.

As for 1st and 3rd, there are pros and cons to both. I chose to write my first villa fic in 1st because I really wanted the focus to be on my MC and seeing the villa through her eyes. Basically, if she didn’t see it or hear about it, I wasn’t going to include it. Other than that fic, though, I’ve primarily written in 3rd and it’s made me a better writer.

If you want to alternate POV between your MC and the LI (and maybe some of the side characters as well, as there are some people who do that), I recommend sticking to 3rd POV, because it can be a little confusing for the reader to remember whose POV they’re reading when it’s in 1st.

And there you have it! Ten tips to think about before (or during) embarking on your own villa fic. Good luck!

#litg #litg ff #litg fanfic #litg fanfiction #writing

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mudefrau · 9 months

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very long text of me talking about tooticky idk if this is an "analysis" or whatever. just rambling about trying to grasp her truest canon self vs 1990/2019 adaptations vs my daydreams + i used a filter for proper capitalization and punctuation so it's more readable. i am sleep deprived and in love with her so i don't know if it makes sense

Ok, first of all, it feels weird to analyze this as 'I wish that' or 'I would like' because the basis of it all is a woman's children's books in the fifties, where a lot of the inspiration was personal stuff (and she went on for the first two books despite almost no success). It's not like modern-day media that clearly caters to online fandoms—so I don't know how to word stuff like 'I wish Tooticky had more protagonism' in the sense of where do I exactly wish she did? If I'm talking about a remake, it's important to stay true to the author's legacy. I don't feel entitled to make such statements. I think Tooticky and Ninny are so interesting they could take the role of Snufkin and Moomin respectively, but they did not show up that much in the books, so an adaptation like that would be unfaithful and pandering (to me specifically).

I could choose to word it instead like 'I wish I saw more Tooticky in fandom,' but here, I also think it's wrong to tell people what to do when it comes to free art and fics they post on the internet. People should have fun with whatever they like, even if it's already popular or out-of-character (OOC-ness can be subjective when it comes to nebulous characters anyway).

So, I mostly just make my stuff quietly and leave it there. But I finally watched S1 of MV2019—and I can tell people might get more 'demanding' with this show because they're obviously already taking some freedoms despite the clear intent of staying faithful to (mainly) the books, but adapted to the episodic nature of 20 minutes each. I would say they openly choose to give Snufkin more protagonism than he actually has in the book and deliberate choices. So, this makes me look at Tooticky, and I sniff audibly like 'Damn, this could've been you.'

They also gave him more feelings, tbf I see why because he wails when the sea is gone in 'Comet in Moominland' (first example that comes to mind), and I think the '90s is a bit on the other extreme like he's TOO chill in 'Tanoshii Mūmin Ikka.' I would say the books are a middle point between 1990 and 2019. And I can also see the basis of why this character could be gay. Like, let's be serious for a moment, we need to admit this is a fandom conception, but it has some basis given the author's life—HOWEVER, I think Tooticky is more blatantly gay than he is. Not just the butch part, but mainly based on who she's openly modeled after. I don't think it matters she doesn't have a girlfriend or anyone she's very close to in canon. She's still an icon.

Now let's move to her personality. I think Tooticky's character is a bit nebulous like Snufkin (who I keep bringing up because it's the non-winter counterpart); like we don't really truly know what they do when they travel, that contradiction between being social and warm but a loner and distant, and that (at least, sticking to books) we don't know how deep their emotions can go. And I can't make this up as a fan, at best I can label it as a 'headcanon.' Seeing how Tooticky has been adapted in 1990 and 2019, I realize they make her very sweet. Tooticky is normally described as uncompromising and deadpan so if they tried they kind of failed. The mysterious and weird vibe is a bit gone. Snufkin is allowed coolness in 1990 and emotional depth in 2019. I wonder why this choice for Tooticky then; because she's an older woman, she must be mother-figure-like? Tove was not going for this at all. Fandom interpretations add her more 'coolness,' though I think this coolness is inspired by the comic strips.

I WILL FORGIVE HER SWEETNESS AND WARMTH BECAUSE THIS IS SO FREAKING CUTE, though my thoughts in ep13 were "Moomin does not deserve her", Ninny deserves her more, but that is beyond the point of whether it's IC of Tooticky to act like this or not

Despite what I said about her not being overly sweet or motherly, I think her presence is comforting by itself. In 'Moominland Midwinter,' I think Moomin is really 'going through it'. The whole book felt like, to me, a metaphor about growing up (I say this as the characters are no longer referred as children it appears), or Tove's losses she was going through by the time she wrote it, or what causes depression. Which is reflected in that desolate landscape, no one familiar like Moomin's parents or Snorkmaiden being awake, nor his friends Sniff or Snufkin being present. Just edgy Little My, and Tooticky.

I can understand why Moomin doesn't show any kind of appreciation or affection to Tooticky; he has a very heavy heart at that moment. However, it makes me a bit sad no one truly seems in-canon appreciative of Tooticky despite how... epic she is. I guess because she's only there when everyone is sleeping, but still. Snufkin has Moomin and even has in-universe 'fans' like Teety-Woo. Tooticky has her invisible creatures who love her, I guess?

[I have an incredibly cute screenshot of her in 2019 petting invisible shrew but IDK how many screenshots I can get away with without being taken down, I know how the company is like with this stuff. ]

Edit: NVM

This leads me to why I wish Ninny was permanent in MV (again, for reasons I explained above, wish = headcanon). I can see why they didn't do that choice (adding Alicia instead or whatever; I love Alicia, but I'm making a point pls :joy:): post-invisibility Ninny would perhaps be too much of a Little My clone. But when I say MV2019 took some liberties, well, Ninny's final place to stay is not stated in the books. The 1990 anime in the original Japanese dub says she returns to her aunt, who ends up 'missing her' (and wow, I can see why they changed that to leave it ambiguous again in the English dub). 2019 randomly makes up that Tooticky has a sister to argue where they left Ninny at. And here's where I say... why not say Ninny stayed with Mymble? This would solve three things:

Ninny being permanent in MV

Adds a link between Mymble (Jr)* and Tooticky. Come on, people want them to have a connection after that one arm-clinging illustration.

Listen, I think Tooticky being lonely and comfortable with it is very much a part of her character; I think making up a relative for her is not a good move that contributes anything and more like decontributes.

The Mymble house indoors is never shown AFAIK so it wouldn't matter if they decided not to show Ninny again, just say she's there.

((*)BTW, I think I heard Mymble Jr. has not shown up in S1 to S3, but I've only watched S1, so I'm not sure. I have fears Tooticky will not show up again after S1 either. I'm going to cry.)

Like I think Tooticky would be aware she would not be the best caretaker (again, I don't view her as motherly; 'auntily' maybe, if anything lmao) and wouldn't want to keep her isolated anyways. I think Mymble Jr. also would enjoy having a calmer girl around she can read books with and braid her hair and whatnot. Little My's reaction to this would be interesting also.

Coming back to my point of being lonely, I think this could also be part of why Ninny could admire her, in part because she sees herself in Tooticky. So, I prefer Tooticky relative-less because, unlike other characters (Moomin, Mymbles, Sniff), Ninny has no relatives except an abusive one (actually not even blood-related in her original story). This is why I said 'Ninny and Tooticky could be the Moomin and Snufkin of Moomin.' If you keep Tooticky's original 'impassible, panders to no one' attitude most of the time but make her soft for Ninny, and add Ninny's past-influenced possible emotional attachment to her despite Tooticky keeping her distances (which here feels even more justified than Snufkin and Moomin having the feelings they do for each other; not saying all feelings have to be grounded in rationality, but yeah), it really hits. I'm not going into why Ninny might, could, probably be a lesbian as well because I'm kind of tired at this point and this is about Tooticky, but I don't mean this in a ship way it's more like a mentor relationship and I'm drawing parallels to Snufkin and Moomin dynamics for other reasons so people can understand me because I do see the appeal in snufmin.

Overall, I like to write about Tooticky, but she's mostly taking a counselor role in my stories, not just with Ninny but with the Groke as well (in the end, it's an equally lonely and sad character, the difference being she inevitably harms others while Ninny's invisibility just reflects pain on herself). I think, 'I never write about Tooticky's own problems, poor her, she deserves to be sent a whiskey crate,' but I literally don't know what kind of problems would be in-character for her to have. And when it comes to her life and past, I also make her intentionally vague, like she enjoys obscuring it to in-world characters and to the reader. Because anything else feels like going too far and writing an oc. In the end, I understand this is a highly personal character for Tove that was only created later in the series, so I would feel bad for desecrating it.

But regardless, talk to me about Tooticky and feel free to contribute because I tend to miss a lot of stuff. I realized I skipped the opportunity to send people I follow Tooticky questions for that character ask game everyone was reblogging, and I'm so mad at myself for thinking slow lmao.

#cherine text #i don't know if to tag this or not.#too-ticky #tooticky #too ticky

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the new chapter of the only sure thing is SO GOOD!!! i have many thoughts!!! I love how midge is growing into her own, and i know so much of it is emphasising her immaturity by her focussing so much on the concept of her maturity but i feel like there was a real shift this chapter to her being able to genuinely stick up for herself (even if she still ends up back with him) or at least recognise that her decisions are now her own in more ways than before.

I’m so pleased they seem to be getting there (albeit i’m sure with more drama to come) and that Elvis is being *slightly* less of a dick than before, although I'm not convinced that will stay true lol.

Every time I read/re-read a chapter of yours I'm consistently blown away by how naturally you write the dialogue in particular - it feels so true to the time, and to the people without it going overboard or cringy and I'm just always in awe of how you manage it!!!!

As always, I'm anxiously awaiting more whenever you have the inspiration and time!!

xxx

Oh my love.... I was rereading this morning and thinking I got way too cringy and melodramatic in the dialogue.... so um thanks for writing this and for your thoughtful words. This story is about growing up, honestly, for both of these idiots, and I'm trying to figure that out as I write this (so sorry this is my guinea pig and you are all my test subjects) but I just know for myself that "growing up" or becoming mature or making good life choices, well, doesn't always happen in a linear way. And the fun thing about writing Elvis is that there are always so many external factors that at any one moment these characters could be faced with a difficult choice that needs to be made quickly or is made impulsively and has long term repercussions they cannot begin to anticipate. Something I struggle with two is how to write love when one character is do decidely incapable of monogamy... because we know Elvis was a romantic too, he at least believed himself in love with multiple women at the same time... and so making this relationship special but also grappling with him as a someone who was not monogamous is a part of my fic writing, and I struggle with it as I try to accomplish it.... all of that is to say yes... more drama ahead... but I see the next two to three chapters being a smutty reprieve from the melodrama, so stay tuned.... and golly gee jiminy thanks for taking the time to send this, it is so lovely and thoughtful and you what, fuck, I goo back and read your messages when life is unbearable, it really means a lot... glad you are on tumblr and for your writing and comments and participation :)

xoxo

norah

#hollywood elvis #elvis x oc #the only sure thing #elvis presley #elvis presley fan fic #elvis presley fic #elvis fanfic #bandit queen asks

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lnkedmyheart · 7 months

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Hi :)

Can you recommend some bsd angst fics? ( angst is my shit and I wanna suffer lol )

I have a few so under the cut. A couple would be more popular but the rest are imo pretty underrated.

Akai by itotypes

"All is fair in love and war, right?"

Obviously. I personally find it a lot more fun angst than suffering angst though. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

Yellow roses (400 yen) by the_most_happy

Dazai Osamu is not dead. Oh, he tried. But when he jumped off the Port Mafia building, he didn't consider that a certain annoying Slug was going to risk everything to save him. Thanks to his old partner, Dazai is given the chance to start a new life as a civilian: he has an apartment in Tokyo, a tiny flower shop crammed with plants and pots, and a mind filled with ghosts. His life is tranquil. His mission is finished. Until the day when, for the first time in five years, Chuuya walks into his flower shop with a job.

This is a angsty post canon beast au but this doesn't include Chuuya's meltdown cause Dazai doesn't die. Includes Dazai with a walking stick.

If you refuse to listen I’ll say it twice, love of my life by olympiansally

There’s Atsushi, Dazai’s star pupil. There’s Fyodor, arguably Dazai’s soulmate, a single mind in two bodies. There’s Kunikida, Dazai’s partner. There’s Oda, the reason Dazai wants to live. And then there’s Chuuya. If he asked Dazai to define him, to name his purpose, Chuuya already knows what he would hear. Chuuya is his dog, Chuuya is a slug, Chuuya is a chibi. And sure, maybe he is. But none of that is enough. Or, Chuuya can’t figure out what he means to Dazai exactly, but if he would only listen, he would realize that Dazai has been telling him all along.

This isn't exactly angsty but it's funny angsty cause Chuuya is oblivious as fuck in this and keeps jumping through hoops the whole time. Bro is literally living the brojob nightmare.

I Said It Was A Dream (and he agreed) by Hum My Name (My_Kind_of_Crazy)

The plan: Dazai Osamu leaves the mafia after Odasaku’s death, but he doesn’t leave behind his rage. Fuelled by the need to avenge his friend, he creates a painstaking plan to tear down the Port Mafia— to create a false haven for mafia members while, behind the scenes, he collects information meant to expose the organization for the criminal terror it is. The dilemma: Dazai doesn’t plan on Chuuya finding him. Chuuya believes Dazai’s simply hiding from the mafia, starting fresh with a harmless job in a local bar. They have their closure and move on— until Chuuya seeks him out again. Eventually, their emotions for one another can no longer be ignored. But Dazai’s desperation to take down the mafia means he can’t become distracted by his feelings for Chuuya Maybe, he can use this connection with Chuuya to his benefit. Maybe, he can have everything he wants, so long as Chuuya never finds out.

This is a canon divergence angst fic where Dazai decides to destroy the PM.

Release series by afinepricklypear

After countless days (months?) fighting against hundreds of fictional murderers in Poe’s book and using the time alone to reflect, Chuuya is released. (Alt: How Chuuya got out of the book Ranpo trapped him in towards the end of Season 3)

This was really fun for me as someone who enjoys angst, a lot of it is pre sb though.

Confessions of a lie by afinepricklypear

For three months, Chuuya has been missing and, during that time, Dazai has fallen further into an obsessive search for him. Until late one rainy night, an oddly familiar looking woman knocks on Dazai’s door.

This is a really odd entry ngl, I adore the angst and it's deliberately ooc. It's from 2020 so there is a lot of canon skk context missing but idk I found it an unexpectedly nice read. There are discussions of SA and coercion, some pre stormbringer characterization issues but if you go into this as a canon divergence au concept it's very enjoyable. Also the author is very explicit about this being a brainworm that they needed to write cause it wouldn't leave them alone.

Retrace by Kuranoa.

Chuuya dreams every night, and in those dreams, he dies the most horrendous deaths, over and over. He wakes up in a cold sweat, afraid and disoriented. Dazai always assures him that they are nothing but nightmares. In this world, Fyodor has successfully obtained The Book. In this world, Dazai has witnessed Chuuya’s death 18,263 times.

I genuinely don't remember much from this fic but I do remember finding this good enough to be one of the first fics I bookmarked.

#fic recs #skk

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[carefully sticks a ⭐ on what's in a name, dots and dashes, and like one of the girls] [thinks for a moment] [sticks one more on smin] I am a cozy blanket bundle, please talk to me about your stuff! <3

omg i'm so excited to talk about all of these (and i'm sticking a read more on this post because it's going to be long as hell)

what's in a name, anyway?

Nancy meets his parents about six months in. The whole time, during that catered dinner, his parents call him "Steven." His father asks him about basketball - he never went to his games - and why he wasn't captain yet. His mother made vague references to staying out of trouble, Steven James.

She watches Steve shrink before her eyes. Watches him become something small, so unlike “The Hair” and “King” and the boyfriend she knows.

Nancy isn't sure what to do, and she hates uncertainty more than anything. When they're alone, she tries for a joke about how much she hates when her mother yells "Nancy Grace" across the house.

It's not the same. They both know it. Steve laughs anyway.

Months later, when they're at that Halloween party and Nancy is too drunk to see straight, she calls him "bullshit" but makes sure "Steven" never leaves her mouth.

(She’s angry and scared and a lot of other things, but she doesn’t ever want to see Steve that small again.)

I love writing Nancy's POV so much. Seeing Steve through her eyes was so much fun and such a challenge since I had to go back to who Nancy was during seasons 1 and 2. The "calls him 'bullshit' but makes sure 'Steven' never leaves her mouth" line is probably one of the best I've written.

dots and dashes

Steve yanks himself out of his thoughts and back to the present, where he’s standing at the front desk of Family Video on an exceptionally dead Monday.

Dead, except for one Dustin Henderson.

“I’ve told him no five times, but apparently he only listens to you,” Robin complains.

“Bold of you to assume I listen to Steve,” Dustin shoots back.

“He doesn’t,” Steve tells Robin. “He only listens to me when there’s a crisis, and even then, I have to fight him on it.”

Dustin looks too proud of himself.

“It’s not a compliment, shithead. What has she told you no about?”

This interaction was so spontaneous as I wrote it, and I got so many wonderful comments about how in character it is! So, I'm really proud of it, and I'm laughing as I reread it.

like one of the girls

“No one else is like me, Stevie.”

“I know. It’s why you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

And before Eddie can respond, Steve is out like a goddamn light.

That’s fine. Eddie reaches over and turns out the light before he snuggles right back up to Steve. He’s gonna have to do laundry tomorrow, and he has a long-ass shift at Thatcher, but that’s all fine. All of it can wait.

This moment, right now, head resting on Steve’s chest and arms wrapped around him, is all that matters.

This moment, and the certain knowledge that Eddie is it for Steve. Because for a long time, probably longer than he’s realized, Steve has been it for Eddie, too.

And Eddie falls asleep with the thought that none of those girls, however many there were, have ever had that from Steve.

It took me forever to figure out how to end this fic. It started out as a drabble in my notes app with a vague concept of Steve taking the reins, and it turned into a fic that made one of my friends ask "why is there bowling in the porn." I'm really proud of how soft and sweet this fic ends, and I love its placement in my series.

slay monsters, if needed

But it’s not like she wouldn’t do it. Nancy might be a bitch, has known that since she was eight and got called it to her face for the first time, but she’ll always help people, especially when she’s the only one who can do it.

Live, love, Nancy Wheeler. I love writing her so much, and everything about her in SMIN has just been such a fun thing to do.

I see so much of myself in her it's scary. The bitch line is actually from my own life (it didn't bother me then - I didn't tell anyone because I didn't care. My friend brought it to a teacher - and it certainly doesn't bother me now.)

ask me more questions about my fics!!

#thanks so much for asking!!#asked and answered #mira-jadeamethyst #fic director's cut #smin #like one of the girls #dots and dashes #what's in a name anyway?#steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson

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i love your writing agh. ive always wondered what your process is- like, on starting to write a fic, do you set up notes for the universe or the scene or do you just write jump in and build on the first draft? i just think that stuff is interesting to talk about

ooh thanks for asking! it's a really fun question i would be happy to answer. i will say, there's really two main ways i approach writing, so i'll tell you about both. im going ot mostly use lamplight pieces as an example since lamplight is on my mind, but feel free to ask me abt other fic as well

.....im gonna readmore this bc otherwise itll be long, but the tl;dr of my process is a focus on the question "what's the point?"

so, point. usually when i write something, i try to have an outline, but i rarely stick to them exactly. take 20 questions from lamplight (picked bc its like, 500 words, so if you dont know it its a quick read). i didnt make an outline for this one bc it's so short, but if i did, id have probably said something like...

ren and martyn traveling sometime in the middle of the plot. introduce the way they communicate--lighting up for yes/happiness, dimming for no/displeasure. make it clear the fire is ren despite the fact martyn isn't using his name, include the fact ren is a god (but martyn is still martyn about this), include martyn's armor being enchanted by ren

what im doing with this outline is three things. one, the literal plot. two, the details i think are most important to include, three (and most vitally) the purpose of the scene.

as i said, to me, the most important question in planning writing (or in writing in general) is "what's the point?"

20 questions had a lot of different driving points, since i was trying to introduce basically the entire concept of the au in a short amount of words. ren's mode of communication, status as a god, and allusions to his powers, plus his relationship to martyn, their general situation... when i opened notes to write 20 questions, i asked "why am i telling you this? what's the point of writing this?" and the answer was "introduce lamplight," so that's what this fic was.

in most of my oneshots, the point is usually some emotion im trying to evoke or an analytical idea i want to share. the points are, honestly, usually what i start with when planning these. theyre me going i need you to understand this, so how am i going to tell it to you? the point of the rhythm of cold fists for example is that i think scar threw the finale fight, so i was trying to examine what would have lead him to make that decision.

(this is the oneshot i thought was quickest to explain the point of, originally i picked a different one and this paragraph was MUCH longer)

in longer stuff i usually keep notes like.... an upcoming lamplight piece (if you dont mind spoilers) im considering is this

first few days of traveling, before the inn scene and ren is in a lanter. martyn accidentally drops ren into water/a river. establish ren's fire cant be put out + ren and martyn have a more comfortable relationship than normal paladins and gods (cuz other paladins would Not get away with this). martyn's trying to decide if he's fine with following ren and being able to laugh this off is how he does that

so ive asked myself: whats the point of this scene? well, martyn is trying to figure out if he likes ren or not in the first week of meeting him, or if swearing himself to ren in a moment of desperation was equal to / worse than the place they were escaping. he cant talk to ren and find out ren's a decent guy, so hes going to have to find out through an accidental test of ren's character: royally fucking up as a paladin and seeing how the god hes following handles it. its also establishing a worldbuilding detail (ren cant be put out) on top of defining their relationship. lots of points being made here in both this specific instance and the world/plot at large

for all this ive said abt lamplight and outlines... none of lamplight until this week has had outlines. ive been mostly just jumping into my third life fic with no plan, driven literally EXCLUSIVELY by asking "what is the point?" and a desperate need to answer it

often with unoutlined pieces, this is paired with a specific visual i want to achieve. the tavern piece was more visual than point driven, and the visual was... actually the idea of embers in the burning building surrounding martyn like fireflies. i abandoned that visual for the idea of ren materializing in the flame, however, bc once i thought of that it became the driving visual i needed to see realized instead

i actually abandon details like that a lot in my writing. ill plot a scene based on 10 details and 2 points, and ill change 9 of those details because i found different ones while the points don't really budge. honestly, i hardly even look at my outlines when im actively writing--ill reference them when i start a new scene, but theyre really more for organizing my thoughts into clear points. my missing or obstructed outline doesnt look anything at all like what ive written, but the points of the story are all in-tact.

...this is long enough as is so i wont talk abt my thoughts on first drafts and editing them, but i do have them. i hope this was interesting to you, bc i had a lot of fun thinking about it!

#oink asks #anonymous #lamplight au #(a little)#if you want an essay ask me the point of might be best to not look back #bc i typed a TON abt that and then went hm. thats not the Point of this ask

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