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satoruhour · 10 months

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HE PLAYS BASS !

a/n: modern au bc i cant handle any angst rn. i ramble a lot in this to set the scene teehee. not beta read, gn btw / tagging @crysugu @slttygeto @getousex :3

wc: 3k ish

warnings: bass guitarist!geto, soft dom!geto, he is respectful of your boundaries, both geto and reader smoke weed, shotgun kiss, sexual acts under the influence, fingering, clit stimulation, implied second round, implied cunnilingus, dry humping, praise, n*sfw under the cut

bass guitarist!geto who has had an interest in music and its instruments since being a little boy, practically begging his parents to enrol him in some guitar classes. with fingers strumming the nylon strings alongside complicated chords on the frets felt so right that since then he and his guitar have been inseparable since.

bass guitarist!geto who gets to know the guitar so well that he masters guitar solo after guitar solo, playing songs by ear in his free time and thought lead guitar was all there was to music until the age of fifteen where he stumbles across a song with a bass line that sounded absolutely heavenly — through the 240p quality of the youtube video, he watched the bassist dish out the heavy beats, always in the background yet detrimental to making the band sound complete.

bass guitarist!geto who leaped at the opportunity to buy a bass guitar with whatever money he had to purchase a Squier bass — it was a little shitty in sound but it was cheap, something affordable for a middle schooler. suguru didn’t care. he perfected the use of his bass guitar, already having the basics down from playing guitar; his room is filled with posters, picks, pieces of displaced lyrics.

bass guitarist!geto only has the chance two years later to ask his new friends if they wanted to jam out together and down the line, if they wanted to form a band. it was a clueless band of boys (with shoko of course) in some room of gojo satoru’s luxury house where his parents don’t care to ask him to keep the noise down like suguru’s parents do.

bass guitarist!geto fights to get a spot to audition for one of tokyo’s biggest music festivals a few months later. if they won they would get more recognition, more support, even if they haven’t figured out the specifics of how to operate a band. with gojo as the singer, shoko on the lead and nanami on drums, they would find out what they had.

bass guitarist!geto who breaks that stereotype of the bassist being ignored throughout a performance. he thinks it could be because of his longer hair and his newly bought gauges, and he thought he didn’t look too shabby himself — although he isn’t surprised to see most of the girls fawn over gojo as he sang lyrics of an original song, courtesy of the joint effort between geto and shoko.

bass guitarist!geto who gives judges the finger after they said they couldn’t perform originals at an audition, blacklisting them for future performances — but gojo sees it as a win when he has a hoard of new fans waiting outside to get a photo with him with autographs that differed from each paper his pen made contact with. later, he bursts out laughing when gojo says he hadn’t even thought of a proper signature yet and just ‘did whatever on their paper’.

bass guitarist!geto whose band gained popularity fast because of everyone’s good looks, singing at that same place they auditioned at, but now with repertoire under their belt. it’s then that they’re already all in university, and yet everyone’s still incredibly passionate.

bass guitarist!geto who spots you in the crowd together with your friends, jamming out to their set, but while your friends’ eyes are locked on gojo who’s loving the attention, nanami who can’t give a shit and shoko who’s too focused on her solo, you manage to draw geto’s eyes to you. he spends the rest of the set locking eyes with you, amidst other things like sending you winks and licking his lips until you’re under his spell. all throughout he doesn’t lose the rhythm, but he does slip-up from time to time and there’s a panicked look that nanami sends to geto for messing up his rhythm.

bass guitarist!geto who sees you at his next show alone, smiling up at him right at the front row while he’s trying not to mess up after the last time. this time he has a chance to show you what he’s got in a bass solo, losing himself in the music until even you fades off and you’re truly seeing the bassist for who he is. he’s easing back into the main melody of the song but not before leaning over the speakers with a knee on the floor, hovering right over you before shoko takes over and he’s back to his heavy beats.

bass guitarist!geto who brushes off the teasing after the set ends, only to be bombarded with more of it when he sees you on campus — no way you’re in the same school as him, walking around with your cute outfits and laughing along to your friend’s joke with no care in the world.

bass guitarist!geto who doesn’t have much trouble charming you into hanging out with him, already recognising him from far away when he’s got his long flowy hair and gauges and tight black shirt and tall stature — you aren’t realising he’s asking you if it’ll be okay for you to head over to his dorm room. you’re getting pushed by your friends behind you to say yes with giggles and gossip, and of course you weren’t going to reject the hot guy you missed class and ditched friends for.

bass guitarist!geto who shows you his room and tells you to let him know if he’s made you uncomfortable in any way. in the background, there’s a faded, soft song that continues to play that really completes the dorm, immediately hitting it off until he starts to roll a joint a while later, offering it to you with a raise of his eyebrow.

“oh— n-no it’s fine, geto-san, i don’t really smoke…” you sheepishly turn down the weed, settling instead to watch him and his beautiful side profile, letting him explain to you about bands and guitar and chords.

“thank you for having me, geto-san,” bowing, you’re nothing like the person in the bar that day, geto thinks it’s the lack of alcohol but he doesn’t mind, simply leaning on the doorframe as he nods down at you. his smile is intoxicating and so goddamn attractive you would’ve buckled to your knees if not for the deep breaths you were taking.

“next time, pretty?” geto smiles, a little high from smoking. his eyes are lidded (they usually are anyway) and smile lopsided. his hair’s almost out of the bun.

“yeah, next time,” it sounded so breathy, you bit your lip. “i guess you’d have to find me on campus, though.”

bass guitarist!geto who mutters how you’re a little tease to himself later when he closes the door. he swears to himself he’d get your number next time, but it’s not difficult to find you the next time, hanging around the same place at the same time. it’s like you wanted him to find you — he’s not opposed to it. it’s a few weeks down the road now, and the second time is watching him curiously as he smokes, too. you take a hit and embarrass yourself completely in front of him though, and while you’re fighting for your life, you’re not opposed to the buzz it gives you.

bass guitarist!geto who’s opening the door to you the next time, surprised to see your dishevelled state and a pillow between your arms, walking almost a block like this to the next building where his dorm was. he offers to make you some tea and you shake your head, feeling a pounding headache already coming on just from explaining that your roommate was an asshole.

“you can sleep here if you want to, okay?” you sigh, thanking him immensely because even after knowing him for such a short period of time, you’re comforted by his presence.

“at least satoru’s not here,” you laugh at that, nodding tiredly before you’re settling on gojo’s bed after insistence from the other. he wouldn’t care, he’s always going back home anyway, don’t know why he wanted to share a room with me. but before you can get settled in, you hear the familiar crinkling of the paper and the click of the lighter and the smell of weed fills the room again.

again, his hand is outstretched, holding an ashtray below him as the tip of joint glows a red, calling out to you yet reminding you of the way you coughed the other night.

you crawl off his roommate’s bed, snatching the cig out of his hand in a way to prove something to yourself before taking a big puff. this time you’re better, letting the drug flow through your system, but tolerance is another thing, because it only takes another hit for you to be smiling drowsily at the other while geto is a little high, too, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your hand traces over his arms and you giggle.

“you w’nna kiss?” geto asks quietly, a little soberly, having talked late into the night while you hang off his arm and slur your words. but now you know you’re feeling a little more sensible when you can feel your heart pound and your eyes widen despite their need to close.

“i meant it, doll. you’re fuckin’ stunning,” suguru mumbles, the coldness of his rings sending a chill down your body, but also a spark to your core, “you look exactly like the day i discovered bass.” and it’s like cupid fully shoots his arrow through your heart — because have you heard the man play? you’re speechless at his point, only mustering a nod before you’re leaning in.

he hums drunkenly as a way to ask you to wait a min, manoeuvring you onto his lap before he’s taking the almost vanishing joint into his hands. two more puffs are perfect for the cigarette to be discarded and so with a gentle hand, he holds onto your nape while he tries not to get hard from having you on his lap. slowly, your lips wrap around the other end of the joint, taking in another influx of the drug before he does too.

bass guitarist!geto who pulls you towards his lips a little roughly but he doesn’t give you what you want (what he has in mind is much, much better), rather leaving his lips ajar as he exhales the smoke from his mouth into yours, your own smoke already dissipating. weirdly, this burn is more prominent, probably because all you can focus on are suguru’s dazed eyes and the way they burn through your skull. you inhale the smoke before you feel his soft lips on yours.

geto hums into your lips, coming off of them periodically to allow the smoke to disperse, but the moment is so intimate and hot that you blow away the smoke and lunge forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

“no more pullin’ away, geto-san…” you’re trailing off, words messily whispered against his lips and you burn at the chuckle he sounds out, muttering back a question of consent. you’re nodding, reeling at the speed at which he places his hands on your thighs, dragging you further up his front until you rested on his pelvis.

“kissing me like you can’t breathe and you’re still calling me by my last name? i’m wounded.” geto pulls away and defies your rule — you think he’s the only one who can do that. pouting, suguru pushes away the hair enclosing your face. “c’mon, drink, sober up a little.”

“...i like it like this,” you murmur, ashamed as to how readily you leaned into his touch. his stare is piercing though, not budging until you’re gulping down half the cup.

“throats turn dry when we smoke, princess. we can do it more when you’re more used to it, alright?” geto explains, patting your thigh and ignoring the tensing of them around his own. he’s trying so hard to act nonchalant, but he can’t get the image of you parting your lips for the smoke out of his head. the way your eyes flutter close, how you wanted more of him.

“alright… suguru,” you sigh out the name and geto wishes he could hear it somewhere else, “but can we—” the high is getting to you, making your hormones go into a frenzy and you’re grinding on his lap. geto hisses at the feeling, of your cunt brushing against his bulge. your hips are inexperienced, but you’re going by feel, drawing little circles and moving back and forth; whatever that brings you pleasure.

“baby— f-fuck…” geto swears when you pair it with the lips tha kiss down his cheek and jaw and neck, hands on your hips guiding you as you try to chase your high. but a whine from you draws geto out of his daze and he almost cums hearing your needy voice, begging him for something, anything.

“’m tired, suguru,”

he knows, grinding is a tiring thing, so rather he opts for you to lie on him with your back to his chest. by now, the room’s filled with the smell of weed and arousal, asking once again if he could take off your pyjama shorts. geto smiles at the lack of underwear but he says nothing, eyes latched onto the strings of juices that connect your pussy to the shorts.

“my baby ready to be touched?” he feels you nod, loving the way your stomach contracts and expands at the hand that travels over your clothed tits. there, he squeezes them, rubbing fingers over the hardened nub but soon creeps towards your centre. his hand and fingers are so much larger than yours, covering your whole core easily when he cups it and the contact is enough to make you mewl.

“hurry,” your hips hump the air.

“patience, darling,” geto’s gravelly voice cuts through to your ear before he finally draws languid circles upon your clit, rubbing and pressing on your bundle of nerves. his whole body burns from seeing you react so cutely, all cause your eyes couldn’t leave his on that stage. now your eyes were rolling up and over, little moans leaving your lips just from his hands.

bass guitarist!geto who seems to know all your pleasure points in one night, kissing the spot under your ear, to talking you through your orgasm. you were enamoured by the guitarist that you’d let him do anything to you, obsessed with the way he never missed questions of “is this okay?” and “tell me to stop”. geto is just as besotted by you, the arch of your back, the call of his name. god, he was going to write so many songs about you.

“think you can handle a finger, baby?” suguru whispers, caressing your twitching thighs from your first orgasm. with a shaky “yes”, geto plays with your hole, smearing your juices around your sex and getting it all on your thighs. the bashful suguruuu! has him laughing, taking your lips into another kiss as an apology.

“sorry, sweetheart. love teasin’ ya,” muffled words are said, “goin’ in.”

your jaw drops even more when geto first inserts a finger, so much wider and longer that a long moan escapes you. the stretch is so good, everything you’ve ever imagined after watching his fingers travel over the bass strings, and you’re already asking for a second finger. when he does oblige, your hands fly to grab at his wrist.

“feel good?” he chuckles at your lack of an answer, rather responding by clenching around his fingers and leaning back more into his hold. geto sets a pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. he thinks it’s enough of staring at you and almost gets whiplash when his head turns to his hand — from the way he disappears into your dripping cunt, he thinks he’ll cum untouched, although your desperate hips also would play a part.

“feel s’good, suguru— shit…” geto groans lowly into your ear when he feels your hand replicating the circles he’s made on your clit, juices starting to collect in his palm from how wet you were.

“you keep clenchin’ around me, baby, you w’nna cum?”

your body is more vocal than your voice, twisting and thrashing from how his fingers already feel so good. the haze and the smell of geto suguru and the weed in your system is all overloading on you at the moment, but in between you’re able to nod, fingers rubbing at your clit while geto’s speed picks up a little.

your legs naturally spread, each slap of his palm against your pussy paired with the lewd noises only making the whole thing better. it’s not long before you feel that familiar feeling, using your right hand to direct him to you once more and it’s here you see the man you saw on stage before: focused, flushed, small smirk on his face. “gonna cum.”

“yeah? are you?” geto asks against your lips, still tasting the faint aroma of the joint. your eyes are so heavy and your limbs feel like lead; it’s a wonder how both your hands are moving on your soaking wet pussy.

“yeah, sugu, s’sensitive—!” geto coos softly at your whimpers before capturing your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. suguru effectively swallows your moans, groaning on his own end when he can feel your cum running down his hand. slowly, he lets you ride through your orgasm, pressing pecks on your skin and shoulders.

“attagirl. so much cum, hm?” your chest is heaving, whining when he removes his fingers and there’s a cute little squelch from the juices, gasping softly as geto separates his fingers and there’s strings connecting his middle to ring finger. “dirty girl.”

you scoff softly with a smile, eyes following how his fingers make his way into his mouth. the other only hums before carrying you bridal style to the shower with a sweet smile on his face. geto suguru was certain he’d worship you.

“gotta taste that cute little pussy next time.”

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thatdeadaquarius · 5 months

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Harry Potter/Genshin Impact Crossover Fun🎉

for @kiraisastay my beta reader for the big fat Eldritch AU awhile back! :)

“…a genshin/Harry Potter crossover where reader (still fem) comes from genshin (so she has a vision) and tries to fit in at Hogwarts (would love for it to be set around the Goblet Of Fire so the hp characters in that age start maturing and actually understand what happens around them and aren't little kids , plus, y'know, YULE BALL), would also like for the reader to have a more stoic/emotionless personality with tragic past (so like having scars y'knowww) cuz it makes character building a lot more juicy ahah, but you can write it however you want tho!! (this can be funnier to write if you're feeling a lot creative)”

UGH sorry i took forever! im rlly bad at estimating time...

I hope this is a fun read at least, and thanks for much for taking on that eldritch monster fic awhile back lol

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Orbit: Long Headcanon/fic-thing (~2k words) - Harry Potter x Genshin Impact Crossover (4th Year)

Sun: Feminine Reader (she/her), Slytherin Reader, Reader is 15-16 year old.

Stars: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Viktor Krum, mentions of others.

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader has rough past, & Trigger Warnings: vague mentions of scars, Reader has bad relationship with parents.

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You’re so fucking happy your Cryo Vision came with you.

You knew you were in a different country, one you definitely had never been to before, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you where it was at first

Your first guess was Fontaine, but the robes and strange overuse of catalyst weapons (actually, only catalyst weapons??) began to convince you otherwise real quick,

Fontaine was just the closest country you could compare it to

yeah so obviously by the time u realized you shouldn't be waving a sword around, it was too late lmao, u scared the shit out of the potions shopkeeper and had to make a hasty exit

bc for some reason any other weapon than a catalyst is shamed here?? which makes no sense to you, as it seems like their “magic” here could just as easily be channeled into different weapons/items??

u guess not having monsters to randomly fight everytime u just wanna take a walk outside makes for a pretty peaceful world, and specifically this country ”England” or the “United Kingdom”

u had taken a week or so to re-orient yourself to this new world, how only a certain society knew about their magic, how there were no gods here, at least not any u could easily interact with, and that most people your age would be in school still???

while u could choose to pursue higher education or specialize in Sumeru’s Akademiya, basic schooling was still provided in every country in Teyvat up until about 15 years old

but at this point u were willing to do what it took to blend into this world, and u didnt want anyone to be asking how old u were/why u werent in school when you wandered around, so u went to Hogwarts

It also proved to be a good way to acquaint urself with the world/its magic and give u a place to better excuse any social or magical mistakes

But needless to say, u struggled, u had to constantly find some workaround for “magic” from the wands/catalysts in classes

and luckily they took u being a transfer student pretty smoothly, as u were just in time for the “Triwizard Tournament” to be announced and other schools were coming to participate, u easily got accepted in

and the only one who batted an eye at it was the weird old Headmaster, who u already suspected knew more abt u than he was letting on (Dumbledore seemed to have eyes everywhere the more u learned, which made u more suspicious of him too)

you'd been sorted into Slytherin, along with the Russian magical students, (Durmstrang?)

of which you had absolutely no frame of reference for how bad that was, other than being accused of literally being from the Abyss 💀

while the rest of the student body treated u with the basic contempt u learned all Slytherins just seemed to kind of get all the time, ur own house was a little more confusing when it came to you

some were curious abt all the scars, the strange glowing snowflake gem that u concealed on ur hip, what ur country was like and what the magic school over there was like (thank fuck for ur poker face and insane lying skills that made it believable)

(there was absolutely a rumor abt u pulling a sword on Filch at some point, u neither denied nor supported it)

the other half of the slytherins were all uptight about u possibly being a “Muggleborn” and sneered at u every chance they got (some weird blond kid a year or 2 below you??)

or they outright ignored u

tbh u didn't really get much genuine favor between Slytherins just being Slytherins and ur own reputation/cold disposition until Professor Snape saw how good u were at potions a month into this insanity

(it was just basic alchemy? nearly everyone, especially Vision-users, knew how to do it back home? why was it so special here?? u had this kind of question a lot in this world over most things, like the “muggles dont know abt magic” thing, it seem like more trouble than its worth.)

U both got along in the same way a cold-demeanor father bonds with his carbon copy cold-demeanor daughter lol

in which he invited u for tea sometimes out of polite extra teaching for “ur future plans of being a potion master, like myself”

which okay?? u were better than most ur age at potions bc of alchemy (which u learned is taught at higher levels of potion mastery) and its not like you've figured out how to get back to ur world anytime soon

so u just roll with that being ur “future career” for now, it makes the old emo professor happy so u figure why not

And its the first scrap of favor you’ve found here so it works

Tho u did complain at Snape for picking on Gryffindors, saying “ur rlly not helping that Slytherin reputation for tall dark and evil here”

He proceeded to make u clean and reorganize his potion stores for that lol

(Tho he did start to lighten up the more u picked on him abt it, the poor kid with huge round glasses followed you with his huge green eyes for weeks, he seems to be the only one who's really realized ur the one convincing Snape to mellow out)

U begin researching information (thanks to Snape) in the forbidden part of the library abt different worlds/time travel, anything thatd put u close to possibly getting back home

Or, to be honest, a portal would be better, bc youd like to come back here sometimes,

Its not like u have family back home (not any who you'd want to visit), mostly just a few good friends who'd be worried abt u (Childe misses his sparring partner for sure)

Which then leads u to noticing that boy with the black hair and big round glasses (was it smth like,,, harold sculptor? Atp that seems like a feasible name to you bc in this world parents rlly were cruel abt naming their kid “feathery” or smth wild)

Harold and two others, one with fluffy long hair, and the other a redhead,

Were attempting to “spy” on u from behind bookshelves or at tables seated near the forbidden section

U saw them learn the times u came there and how they made sure to match them (tho it seems the redhead got bored easily and begged to eat instead)

You'd actually managed to make friends with some Durmstrang friends in the meantime too

And by that u mean Viktor Krum mostly

Ppl were constantly obsessed with him and he'd managed to escape up the astronomy tower to get some peace and quiet,

Only to run into u reading away, and he'd heard abt ur reputation, and wanted to befriend u

U two got along rlly well, lots of peaceful silences, and chill convos, esp since u guys had some stuff in common

Mostly how ur both foreign to Hogwarts/this country and adjusting still

Anyway that is to say, Viktor teased u abt the ducklings following u around everywhere thinking they were sneaky

And this was a routine u got used to, until it was time for the tournament

You hadnt bothered to put ur name in, u didnt feel like risking ur life for no reason afterall

So needless to say u were pissed when rumors went around abt u putting Harol- Harry's name in the goblet

(u finally learned his name, apparently he's famous for not dying? As a baby?? A powerful tyrant evil wizard wanted to kill him as a baby??? Just,, why)

Not only that but then he was obligated to be in the tournament???

U knew there was smth insane abt this school, bringing back this crazy tournament in the first place, somehow getting Harry's name in the goblet,

but u didn't think they were batshit crazy.

(Dumbledore is not helping his case in your eyes, esp as u suspect he’s got Snape involved in his BS too somehow…)

So needless to say you were going to fix this mess since these seasoned “wizard adults” weren't 😒

You snuck into the Great Hall using a high level alchemy invisibility amulet, and used ur Cryo vision to extinguish the Goblet of Fire 💀

It reset the game, and luckily they were able to resubmit the champions to the Triwizard Tournament and hide away the Goblet before it got tampered with again

Lol u got Harry out of it, and it wasnt until later in the library that u get cornered by the Gryffindor fourth year himself

He admits to seeing u under his invisibilty cloak that night and thanks you for getting him out of that hell, poor kid looks so grateful 😭

But regardless of that, he insists u tell him abt the ice spell u used, how u used it wandless, with no incantation, etc.

You just gave him a small smile (his big green eyes look even more shocked behind the glasses, what, was that old professor right? do u rlly not smile that much?) and tell him he owes u one

He agrees and u go on ur way to the forbidden section

(U dont explain the ice, afterall, who would believe him? You werent even that much older, and only “master wizards” could do what u did)

After that, Harry starts to follow u around a lot more,

much to the annoyance of his redhead friend (Rodrick? Rocky? smth with a R-) and the absolute admiration of the younger girl with big hair

the champions start the first trial, and u help Viktor out with a plan to defeat the dragon and get the egg in one piece (u had lots of experience with monsters after all, and Viktor and Snape, who couldn't keep his big nose out of your business, were simultaneously disturbed and yet not surprised by this information)

it works flawlessly, and that's when you notice the new DA teacher acting suspicious

as the champions gear up for the 2nd trial, u help Viktor try to figure out the egg’s secrets,

Both Harry and Hermione have taken to interrupting ur library research time (u finally learned her name, but not the redhead, he seemed a bit rude tbh so u don't care to know)

after brainstorming (well more like talking at the brick wall that was Snape) with the old potions professor over tea gossip time again, u finally figure out how to get the egg open without screaming, and tell Viktor

Who thanks u by taking u to the Yule Ball, but u only manage the first dance before u get absorbed in the food and the cool decor, and u also convince him to gossip with u in the corner too

(u do appreciate having a reason to dress up at least, as you attempt to imitate the Tsaritsa herself with this dress)

U notice further on into the night that Hermione ran out looking upset, and ur “girl’s girl” instinct kicks in, (regardless of ur neutrality for her, u lie to urself) and follow her outside to comfort her

u talk, and tho ur cold demanour did intimidate her a little, after she realized u were genuinely trying to help her, she took u up on the offer, and asked if u two could be friends since she’s “surrounded by stupid Gryffindor boys all the time”

u agreed amused, and convinced her to join Viktor and u in ur gossip session, which Harry (after humiliating himself on the dance floor), joined in later as well

(You may or may not have iced the floor secretly under the redhead’s and the equally annoying prissy Slytherin blonde’s feet, sending them sprawling on top of each other, so neither would come bother u four)

Over the next week you hear from Hermione’s researching/studying sessions with you that Ron did apologize to her, of which u advised her to get revenge on him anyway lmao

Harry at one point came groaning and complaining to you abt Cedric bothering him abt the egg problem, and u went ahead and gave it to him

Finally the next task was here, something abt rescuing smth underwater that mattered to each of the champions

u were immediately on ur guard when Dumbledore called u and 3 other seemingly random ppl to ur office (but u began to connect the dots after realizing one of them was the little sister of the Fontai- French Champion)

only to deflect the spell that would've knocked u out, and instead pretend to be knocked out

u obv kept ur Vision on u at all times, as always, and realized what was happening as the teachers levitated u all out to the lake

Snape snapped about being the one in charge of you, (and lowkey told u he knew u were awake, did he sound a little,, proud?? no, not Snape surely of all ppl)

Viktor did end up fishing you out, which he said u “looked like a very unhappy drenched old tom cat” while swimming to shore, (u awkwardly pat him on the back for thinking ur the best part of Hogwarts, and then smacked him for getting u kidnapped to go into a freezing lake)

and u also ended up helping Viktor rescue the other girl left behind, and froze some of the mermaids’ tails in the water for their trouble

Fleur was so grateful that she came to hunt you (and Viktor too at the time) for helping her and her sister that she came to thank u two again while at the library

which then led to her sometimes hanging around ur table at the library (everyone avoids it like the plague initially bc of you, but now youve got a gaggle of wizards rotating out all the time, like the younger years Harry/Hermione/Ron, Viktor, and now Fleur)

by the time the third trial rolls around, youve taken to bullying the prissy blonde brat a year below you to keep him from not only bothering Harry and Hermione, but also ur own peace and quiet

The other Slytherins are beginning to warm up to you, or at least not actively ignore you, since you’ve been hanging around Viktor Krum, along with gaining favor from Snape more obviously (he’d plopped a singular towel in ur lap after getting out of the lake, and u might as well have “Snape’s Favorite” written across ur forehead for all that means)

(also some of them may or may not find u roasting the annoying blonde bully kid amusing too)

it isn't until u see the creepy retired Aura (or whatever they call their knights) DA professor milling about the castle more, nearer the Gryffindor tower, that you begin to warn Harry to spread the word among his little lion club to not travel alone, esp in the evenings

(u don't like how his weird rolling blue eye looks thru you, it reminds u of Dumbledore)

by the time the third trial is finally announced, you have ur sights set on that weird old man, and end up following him to his classroom at one point,

in which he cracks open a rattling trunk, tosses some food in, and seems to have definitely stolen what you assume to be the Triwizard trophy

he casts a spell on it, and you put on that same invisibiltiy amulet from alchemy to better follow him, and watch him sneak into Dumbledore’s office to return the trophy

(You break the “portkey” spell you find on it)

(you also leave a note behind on the headmaster’s desk to look into a trunk in the new DA professor’s classroom storage, and to be more careful hiring the next one.)

Harry somehow gets sucked into the maze you find out, and you end up sneaking in to save him, using your sword and Cryo Vision to battle him out

(finally, Archons, you didnt realize how much you'd miss fighting monsters)

Aurors descend upon Hogwarts, only just after the trial ends, and Viktor wins (you trained him too well for him to not, and may or may not have viciously sparred with him a little too much for him to not be a little afraid of the consequences of losing after you helped him so much lol)

Just as Harry is taken in by Dumbledore for questioning of how he got trapped in the maze, he runs back to nearly squeeze the life out of you in a hug, he tells you thanks for helping him again (and forced u to promise to teach him sword fighting or “ice magic”)

Then, surprisingly, the entirety of Durmstrang (and some Slytherins??) haul you up into the air with Viktor to celebrate his victory

(You can see Snape snickering at ur misery in the air)

Viktor and Fleur stay penpals, and the “golden trio” (more like “gryffindor triplets”) sticks around your library table

and you think you could start to get used to this, and Harry, Hermione, and Snape had gotten you a Yule/winter gift

(what’s Christmas. and why is everyone obsessed with decorating trees??)

…that is until Hermione looks over your shoulder one day at your usual reading table, and points to a book you’ve chosen for research,

saying “if you need to make a portal somewhere, that’s the book you should be looking in.”

☆

i hope you liked it!! and that it wasn't too much of a clusterfuck/chaos that was barely readable 😅

again, thanks for being patient with me, and here's finally ur payment for dealing with my ass lmao

Happy late new year!!

Safe Travels Kirarisastay,

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#genshin impact crossover #harry potter crossover #Genshin x Harry Potter crossover #Genshin x HP AU #genshin harry potter crossover #genshin isekai #genshin imagines #harry potter imagines #hp imagines #platonic #fem reader #happy late new year kiraisastay!! :)

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colorfullpaperbird · 4 months

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Characters in Ace attorney that i believe are aware of fanfiction✨ ( and fandom )

Warning i haven’t played all the games yet, in fact my apollo justice trilogy is crashing every time i try to open it, so all the characters from after aa3 are based on fandom osmosis

Miles Edgeworth - writes Steel Samurai fanfiction on ao3 and has been doing it for some time now (the living embodiment of the ao3 writers curse) would rather die than anyone finding that out tho, doesn’t have a lot of free time so only posts once in like 3-4 months, fics are pretty good and distinct since he writes them with so much formality, so he is relatively popular in some fandom spaces;

Maya Fey- fanfiction reader only, runs an account on Tumblr for Steel Samurai news and fanwork, famous in the fandom and runs a discord server, one of those people that lowkey have their own fandom mostly bc of the insane revelations she drops about her own life from time to time ( “ lmao guys sorry for being absent but i got accused of murder for the 4th time and that really sucked ANYWAYS did you guys look at the leaks for the new reboot… “ ) Shes also way too open about herself on the internet;

Simon Blackquill: Sasuke fan ( derogatory ) also steel samurai fan tho, dont think he goes out the way to read fanfiction ( i think if he did he would read them in fanfiction.net ) but its pretty funny to think hes edgeworths beta reader ( AN: sorry for the delay, unfortunate circumstances came to light that my beta reader was arrested and is now on death roll ) He ran an AMV account on youtube before going to prison;

Trucy Wright: Shes 16 and her only friends are her dads coworkers, she opened wattpad AT LEAST once, probably accidentally read one of those “got sold to one direction (gavinners)” fics and immediately closed the app;

Klavier Gavin: opened wattpad to see what type of fanfiction people were writing about him, he runs a secret fan account and shares fun facts about him and his bandmates as “hcs”, also pretty popular but most people hate him bc they believe his depiction of the gavinners is “too ooc”. He is actually pretty impressed by the quality of most of the works and alludes to their existence constantly in his main on twitter, the fans go insane everytime;

Franziska Von Karma: I don’t believe Franziska is a fanfiction reader nor is she into any fandom, i do however believe she has notifications turned on for Edgeworth’s ao3 account, he doesn’t know that of course, what a foolish fool to think he could hide such a thing from his big sister, she will sometimes quote his work back to him and find amusing seeing him freeze. He thinks its a coincidence because he is too secretive about his hobbies, he’s wrong, she’s been following him online since she was 13, that’s how she knew he wasn’t dead in JFA.

Extras: Phoenix is technologically illiterate, he couldn’t read fanfiction even if he wanted to. Apollo is way too normal for that, he has the law autism not the fandom one. Athena knows of fanfiction bc she is young and in the internet but she wasn’t very interested in it. If you ask Gumshoe about fanfiction he would give you a smile and say “Of course im a Fan of Fiction Pal!”. I do believe Pearl has wattpad but only reads original works on there, so in my opinion she doesn’t count.

Im sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #maya fey #simon blackquill #franziska von karma #trucy wright #klavier gavin

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sugar-omi · 11 months

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Qiu x mc?

omg i've been thinking about writing ol2 stuff im glad you asked even if its vague <3 also!! perhaps unrelated but needing to be said: i am NOT writing smut/nsfw for qiu + tama right now until at least the step 3 beta is released. #1 bc i want them to be 18+ in game #2 i want to have a better feel for them. but i'm happy to write fluff and dating/crush hc's n drabbles until then <3 also isn't the header i made so cute, i love it sm

tags : fluff, inbetween step 2-3

synopsis : what it's like having a crush and going through puberty at the same time.

you're the only person besides tamarack that qiu trusts and considers his dearest friend

but you're also his crush and it's hard sometimes...

on one hand, you're so sweet and caring

and you take care of him, even if you don't know how to comfort him you offer him a shoulder to cry on and a place to clear their thoughts

but on the other hand you're so beautiful/handsome and the way you look at them has qiu about to fly away from the butterflies

as you're growing up, qiu spends a lot of time with you.

i can see them sneaking into your room or throwing a couple pebbles to have you sneak out the front door

and you watch the stars together, all curled up together because it's cold and you only had half the mind to bring your blanket, which wasn't nearly enough

and even though your little midnight trips are frequent, neither of you prepare for the next.

and perhaps you're both "forgetting" a blanket on purpose so that way you have an excuse to cuddle up together, but who's to say?

no matter if you're shy or bold, there's this song and dance between you and qiu.

the longing glances across the room...

qiu flushes up to his ears, something he tries to hide by tugging at their long hair

and if you're feeling mischievous, you'll wink at him or perhaps you'll flutter your eyelashes at him, giving him a teasing smirk with a tantalizing stare.

or the way your hand lingers on his arm, making soothing circles with your thumb

you throw in an occasional heart, but with no way to trace the small action, qiu just flushes and stares blankly at his ceiling during the night wondering if it even happened

you two also hold hands whenever possible

only if there's a reason to of course

like crossing the road, very dangerous!

or walking on a log, you could fall into a pile of leaves!!!

so it's up to qiu to hold your hand and if he doesn't let go even when Tama is around, well you didn't let go either so why are you scolding him?!

mmm, if your hands were cold they would put your hand into his pocket and cover it with his own warmer ones

or even better, if you're parting and you came to school with cold hands, they would give your their gloves and pat your hands together

qiu doesn't particularly like jewelry, but if you gave him a piece of jewelry they'd wear it pretty often

especially if it's made by you

wouldn't wear it to school too often just in case it got ruined

omg imma have to write this but

think abt confessing to qiu while you're having one of your lil midnight excursions

you're on the floor of one of your bedrooms, or perhaps the forset floor I can't decide

and they're laying there, hair splayed out across the floor and looking at you with those eyes that are so welcoming yet bore holes into with the passion and fire behind them.

qiu is like a sunflower in a sea of poppies.

or a butterfly in the snow

and even if the words don't escape your lips

even if you can't bring yourself to kiss him

somehow you still find yourself flushed, perhaps with your lips meeting in the middle and suddenly tomorrow looks so much brighter

#our life now and forever #our life now & forever #qiu lin x reader #olnf #qiu lin #qiu lin x mc #fluff #qiu lin fluff

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cwc-emoji-pluck · 1 year

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Hey,

may I request these three emojis for the event?

🌈⚡️🐸

Hope you're having fun with this!

~ Flurry

member: minghao x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, percy jackson au <3

word count: 1488

warnings: mentions of sword fighting, swearing, y/n 'slaps' minghao on the shoulder but it's not like. bad or anything its like a playful smack to the shoulder, and also jokes about y/n playfully !!! hitting chan and hansol (they're besties pls don't worry) also cheol smacking joshua's shoulder? idk there is a lot of shoulder smacking going on

emojis requested:

🌈 - rick riordan’s world of percy jackson; seventeen are demigods in modern times ⚡️: a campground in the woods where it is common for people to suddenly disappear after swimming in the believed-to-be haunted lake 🐸 - Minghao

author's note: hahahaha i have no idea what i'm doing,,,it's been so long since i posted something school has just been...honestly it's not that bad i just don't have the energy to write a lot bc in between classes i take naps so :) also hello flurry it's been so long </3 i hope you are doing amazing and i apologize for taking 10000 years lmao pls enjoy !! (also thanks to my bestie @gallivantingheart for beta reading ily)

my main blog: @wonwooslibrary

Y/N ran across the field away from her home cabin and towards the volleyball court where her two best friends sat. “He’s gone.”

Mingyu and Seokmin, sons of Zeus and Apollo respectively, look over to Y/N.

“Who?” Mingyu asks.

“Minghao, he’s gone. The last time I saw him was when he said he was going to the lake. I told him not to go and that it would be safer if he went with someone but of course he didn’t listen to me.”

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah. Soonyoung said he wasn’t at archery today and Chan said he hasn’t seen him since before he went to the lake. Junhui saw him on his way to the lake, but didn’t see him come back.”

Mingyu hummed. “Did he actually like,” he gestured with his hands a bit. “Go in the water?”

“I’m not sure. The last I heard from him was that he was going to the lake. He wasn’t in his cabin, either.”

Y/N wasn’t going to tell her best friends that they never actually went to the Hecate cabin, and instead asked one of Minghao’s bunk mates if they had seen him. The Hecate cabin freaked Y/N out.

“He can’t be too far, and I doubt he would willingly get in the water knowing the rumors. Maybe he’ll show up again at dinner tonight?” Seokmin suggested.

Yeah. Maybe.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊* *＊✿❀○❀✿＊* *＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Later, the three friends, along with their recent Capture the Flag winner, Seungcheol, son of Ares, God of War, walked to the dining pavilion. Seungcheol was a good friend to the group, usually acting as a strong father figure to the others, but definitely wasn’t afraid to let loose, something that his father clearly lacked in.

Being the worry wart she was, Y/N, of course, asked Seungcheol if he had seen her boyfriend.

“I saw him yesterday around,” he looked up as if he was rolling his eyes. “Noon? Maybe one?”

Y/N sighed. “I just hope nothing happened to him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine. Don’t worry---it’s Hao, he can get himself out of everything.”

Minghao didn’t come to dinner, and that’s when Y/N started to freak out.

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊* *＊✿❀○❀✿＊* *＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

Minghao was a wonderful boyfriend, that was obvious. Of course, it was even more obvious to Seokmin, Mingyu and Seungcheol, as well as Y/N’s other two friends, Hansol and Chan, when Minghao came up to them a couple of days previous to his “disappearance”.

“Guys, could you help me with something? And not tell Y/N about it?” Minghao pulled his capture-the-flag teammates to the side and pulled off his helmet. Looking around, he made sure nobody else was hiding around them to get them out of the game.

“You want us to keep a secret from Y/N?” Seungcheol sighed. “Whatever it is, it’s a bad idea.”

Seokmin and Mingyu, ever the worried friends, quickly agreed with Seungcheol.

“No, no, no,” Minghao started. “Hear me out before you say no.”

“Well, get on with it then.”

“I want to set up a date with Y/N. I know that she hasn't been having a good past few weeks and I want to make her feel better.”

Seokmin nodded. “And what do you plan on doing for her?”

“Well,” Minghao moved his sword from his right hand to his left. “I want to set up a picnic in the strawberry fields, but I don’t want Y/N to try and find me. Would you be able to keep my whereabouts a secret after I see her tomorrow?”

Hansol, who was silent up until now, spoke up. “I’m down, just don’t send her after us. I don’t want to get beat for lying to her.”

Chan quickly nodded his head --- it looked painful to Minghao. “I second that, have you ever been hit by Y/N? It hurts!”

“I guess I agree,” Seungcheol said after patting Chan on the shoulder. “Just don’t come up with a lie that gets us into trouble.”

“Why did he think it was a good idea for his excuse to be the lake? That might just have been the stupidest thing that has ever come out of Minghao’s mouth.”

Seokmin quickly agreed with Hansol’s statement. “Yeah, seriously. I’m almost worried that Y/N will throw herself into the lake in order to find him.”

The two, who were sitting out front of the Demeter cabin, waiting for Junhui to come out, complained.

“I certainly would have to agree,” Junhui scared the two as he opened the door to his cabin as quietly as he could.

“Jeez Junnie! A little warning would be nice.” Seokmin put his hand on his chest.

Junhui laughed. “By the way, Seokkie, you shouldn’t have to worry too much. Y/N is supposed to be led to the strawberry fields soon anyway.”

“Who is taking her there again?” Hansol looked at Junhui who still stood behind the two.

“I think it’s Jeonghan. You know how much Y/N trusts every word out of his mouth.”

Seokmin scoffed. “Yeah, he’s the first person whose words I would believe without a second thought."

As Seokmin said that, Joshua and Seungcheol walked over to join the group, their sword fighting practice having ended just minutes before.

“Hey Shua, Cheol, how was practice?” Hansol asked the two oldest.

“It was good,” Joshua started. “I’m not sure how I feel about Chan asking if he could join us. You know how competitive he is, and with Cheol there, I got scared.”

Junhui smiled. “Ah, Chan, he’s always so excited to learn and improve.”

“Yeah, but it’s better when he’s getting his ass kicked by Y/N rather than Cheol. Even if he loses to Y/N, she still goes easy on him. Cheol just goes all out.”

“Hey! You know I wouldn’t hurt Chan!” Seungcheol smacked Joshua’s right shoulder. “But speaking of Y/N, she’s being led by Jeonghan out to the fields right now.”

“Why are we going this way? I thought you were taking me to the lake so I could look for Minghao?”

“Just---hang on, okay? I want to show you something, it’ll be really quick and then we can look by the lake again.”

Y/N sighed in defeat and let herself be dragged by Jeonghan across the camp to the strawberry fields.

“Why are we here? It’s starting to get dark.”

“Well, look at the field.”

As Jeonghan said that, Y/N turned towards the fields, and there stood her boyfriend, flowers in his hand and a picnic blanket at his feet in between the rows of strawberry bushes. The sunset behind him made the sight even more ethereal.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Y/N gasped. “No…” She looked to the side to see Jeonghan’s reaction, only to see the tree that he was leaning against seconds ago.

“Minghao? What…is this?” Y/N walked through the little paths, avoiding stepping on the bushes, and stopped in front of her boyfriend.

“I wanted to surprise you,” He handed the bouquet of flowers over to Y/N. “I know you’ve been struggling with training for your quest and being head counselor. I just wanted to do something nice for you before you stress yourself out too much.”

Wiping the tears off her face with her left hand, Y/N used her right hand to smack her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“What the fuck Minghao! How could you do this to me! I thought you died!”

Minghao backed away from Y/N to avoid getting smacked again, all while holding his now-stinging shoulder. “Why would I have died?”

“I was told, by your asshole friends, that you went to the lake! Alone! At night!”

“...So they’re my asshole friends now?” Minghao laughed.

“Yes, they’re your friends! They lied to me! For two days! Friends don't lie!”

“Awe, babe,” Minghao pulled Y/N to him in a hug. “You know I wouldn’t leave you out of the blue like that. I will always come back to you.”

The following day, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from walking into the amphitheater where Seungcheol and Chan were swordfighting, the rest of the others watching diligently on the sidelines.

“You!” Y/N yelled, holding her sword up, the point facing Seungcheol, who was disarmed quickly after Y/N caught him off guard. “Why did you convince them to lie to me!”

“Ha, you see, Y/N-”

Seungcheol bolted out of the amphitheater as fast as he could, Y/N on his tail.

The others, who were still sitting on the bleachers, looked over at Chan, who just shrugged and picked up Seungcheol’s sword.

“She requested revenge,” Minghao said from his spot by the door that Y/N and Seungcheol had just ran through. “I promise it wasn’t my idea.”

Seokmin leaned over to whisper in Hansol’s ear, “Okay, I lied. Minghao’s the last person whose words I would believe without question.”

#caratwritersclub #caratwritersclub two year anniversary #seventeen x reader #seventeen the8 #seventeen minghao #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt the8 #svt minghao #svt x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #seventeen #svt #svt imagines #seventeen au

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seattlesellie · 11 months

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Was wondering if you could please send some writing tips? I love your writing and wanted some pointers for my own writing<33

-👾

i literally write inside the tumblr app at night and cry if my draft doesnt save 😭 but if i had any… first of all outlining the story is rlly important, like write what specific scenes you wanna include, if you have a good idea for a dialogue also write it down !! also, dont get too worried about like the way in which you write the scenes (like vocabulary or descriptions) when you’re first writing it down bc it can be a hassle and super exhausting !! so write however u wanna write and then when u proofread change the words and descriptions. i find that whenever i reread my things i always have new ideas or like suddenly have way better descriptions. also sometimes n this might be weird but 😭 i literally stare at the wall and like imagine the scene play out before i write them down ?? like visualizing helps a lot !! n most importantly write what you wanna write, and if u have an idea, and it doesn’t flow the way you want it to its okay to ditch !! and its ok to move on to a different thing and come back to it later <3 n don’t be scared to ask ppl to beta read for u !! i also like to make moodboards on pinterest and like imagine an aesthetic like it hypes me up !! sorry this was kinda long :<

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 👾 anon

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cal-writes · 5 months

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I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO CHECKING OUT THOSE WRITER ASKS, so excuse me, I'm going to disturb your schedule now with some things I want to ask. For 2023 review asks: 1, 3, 9, 23, 24, and 30 please. For the AO3 wrapped asks: 3, 5, 20, and 30, if you'd be so kind. Hope you are having an excellent time and lots of rest, Cal!

at least this time im at my computer and not on mobile so it will be infitely easier to reply! thank you <3

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

writing present tense actually! my dear beta has been suggesting it for years bc i mostly wrote past tense (or both i would switch in the middle of a work constantly, sorry @vaguelyreferential) so i dont even know what made me do it one piece fic just had the vibes for it i guess

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

i write best at night and unfortunately like it best to write on my laptop. unfortunately bc i got an ergonomic keyboard for reasons and with the laptop thats not really compatible (i can of course conntect it but i like the vibe of the laptop yknow) i think it might have something to do with my double monitor setup on my main computer which tends to distract me so. fun things about being creative with adhd

What fic meant the most to you to write?

woof. thats a tough one. i mean to a certain degree they all mean something to me yknow. or i wouldnt write them. but i think meaningful to me personally is probably Salt of Midgar its the first long ongoing fic ive done in a while and i really tried to be consistent with uploads and stuff and try to hone the whole "done is better than perfect" with it. i sadly lost the consisitency with putting out chapters with it but i am still very dedicated to finishing it and plan to do it next year.

also have to say one of my unfinished 00Q fics has a soft spot in my heart bc i met my beta through it and got back into writing in the first place bc of the james bond fandom. i have planned to "reboot it" of sorts aka rewrite and actually finish it (bc its so old at this point my style wouldnt really work with it anymore and i also have no idea where i was going). it got shelved bc i got swallowed up my one piece fandom but yknow

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

“You don’t have to have all the answers for him right now, you know that right?” Kazuha told him gently and he glanced up, feeling small and terrified at the gulf that was opening in his chest. She smiled and nudged their joined hands. “Just talk to him and tell him the truth. Left to your own devices you two just reach the worst conclusions possible.” She added teasingly and Heiji felt himself snort. She had them there. “Communication.” She stressed in a tone of voice Heiji was too familiar with from their time as a couple. With a final squeeze, he extracted his hands and groaned, letting his head hang over the back of the chair. “Why do I have to be the mature one? Why can’t he come talk to me?” He whined. “Because Shinichi is emotionally stunted and you are better at interpersonal relationships than him.” She said placatingly and Heiji gaped at her. He narrowed his eyes at her. Kazuha grinned as innocently as possible. Oh, she was goading him.

this whole conversation from the third chapter of One Trick Pony probably. i struggled with that whole chapter in general a whole lot. this conversation originally took place on the train before i scrapped that location change so to speak and had them stay in kazuha's place. what was difficult at the time with that chapter is how miserable the characters were and i got really into that headspace which kinda made writing hard. but im glad with how it turned out in the end!

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

i think i have a lot of my "oho" moments when im not actively writing. such as kaito working for the friend of heijis mom. that was like a "yknow what would be funny" and then i implemented that and from that alone came The Simple Life of Kaito. otherwise my writing process is often just getting possessed by ideas and getting them out of my head the way they want it

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

as said above i want to finish up Salt of Midgar which i think are 2-3 chapters by my last count.

i also had another one piece thing thats basically done that i need to polish up which is in universe and two other things that i might finish up ive been trucking away at those for a while. one is a sequel to laws eleven and the other is a new AU. also of course lucky charm. that reminds me i have to finish up the next chapter for that whoops

i'll post this now just so i dont lose it all but will reply to the other questions in a reblog!!

#moi #ask meme #reply

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foibles-fables · 1 year

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there are two non-essential things I want for this dlc. 1) I want there to be a beta quest where she asks you to go to the stage/set of second time around to get 'valuable data' and aloy knows that beta is just asking her bc its her fav show and does it anyway (with aloy talking to beta over focus and indulgently asking leading questions about the show as she explores the studio lot) and 2) overheard dialogue between two npc quen soldiers at the main quen base who are actively debating what the texture and flavor of lava would be like if you could eat it

Omg. Yes. Absolutely Even consider Second Time Around memorabilia as the DLC collectible. SO CLUTCH. Aloy picks one up and you just get "yeah, nice! I think Beta will like this one."

I would be 1000% down for the second--only if their debate extends over time, with new dialogue after every main quest, until eventually one of them is just gone. Got too curious.

I also have a mighty need for a ruin of Muscle Beach, if the pier still exists, and/or Muscle Beach Venice. Imagine the photo mode opportunities.

#horizon forbidden west #horizon forbidden west burning shores

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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extended authors note ; how to be a dog.

WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND MOTHERFUCKERS.

that is a joke. i speak in jest. this fic has taken me almost a year to write. it was requested of me in july of 2022 and its currently april 2023. i want to give my highest regards ever to the most lovely and patient human being in this world miss ame. your kind words through updates kept me pushing through the very end and i hope this fic is everything you could want

ok. onto the talking about it stuff.

this fic is pretty dark all things considered. though my scale for that is kind of fucked and since this is my tumblr audience - you people are well-aware it gets bad but its... still pretty graphic. there is a lot of truly henious shit in here and its in the perspective of that guy.

tldr ; don't read if you think it will give you the heebie jeebies. u are not obligated and i am not your mother nor am i a public executioner. if this is the one fic u skip out on no hard feelings at all. i mean this.

this fic is one of Those Fics where writing it did something to my brain. i have never, ever in my entire writing career been so challenged by a single project. every single element of this fic has been run through a million things. the last time this happened was my big deku fic but that fic rlly feels like a cakewalk in comparison.

all that to say, because it has simply been seeing my eyes only for months with no input from anyone else - i have no idea how anything worked out. no beta no meds just balls to the wall insanity. i can only measure my own work so much and i have bar zero expectations for this fic just to save myself some sanity.

i ask very kindly that if it sucks u just dont tell me. and if it doesn't and u want to be nice that'd be cool too. but know that a lot of my heart and soul went into this and i hope in the very least - you are able to discern that in its makeup.

a lot of the stuff ive worked into here is related like. to plot and motif and actual development. the dog motif is a huge part of the story as is the religious imagery. i want this fic to feel like a fall from grace in a sense. it is a character study as much as its anything else. where there's always something wrong and one day everything goes to shit. i think gojo is that kind of sicko.

i also do like. love gojo so much. this fic is written with nothing but adoration for him in mind.

i dont have much to add (said after this absolutely disgusting wall of text) because my tumblr homies r very aware of what shit im up to and this fic is not a surprise to anyone.

but i hope you enjoy it if you do read and even if you don't, thanks for sticking around despite it all. i have been thru the trenches and i will need a bit of break to recuperate once its in the world for good so i hope u can be kind

i am terrible with comments and asks and tags bc it all scares me but i am so genuinely and so unfathomably grateful for all of it and i hope im finally out of my insane writing dry spell.

thanks. lots of love. sincerely yours,

fang.

#aristotle.txt #htbad.fic

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devondespresso · 2 months

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1, 25, 81, 94 for the fanfic ask game! <3

KOKO HELLOOOOOOO ad thank you so much for the ask 💕💗💖💞💝 i went a little wild and had to reign it back in a bit and its still pretty long so apologies in advance

(ask game we're talking about is here but i also have questions next to the answers)

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

for the vast majorty of my fics i think i have a pretty good idea of where its going to go, i think because i get the ideas of these cool scenes usually set in act 2 or 3 or i at least the vibe i want from the start and The Point is usually clear the second i put thought into it. currently the only exceptions are 1) this super secret (woooo~~~) ficlet im working on that came from a prompt so i had to spend like 3 or 4 days writing it to properly understand the direction i wanted to take it, and 2) the steve henderson au, which is fucking massive already and it's even bigger in my head stnzgns. that one you obviously know how it ends y'know, it aint the steve henderson au if steve doesnt become a Henderson, but for all the arcs i have along the way it took a while to properly figure out what i doing and how to do that and im just now figuring out what that looks like for the first major arc.

so tldr: usually i know, sometimes i gotta figure it out, but i do need to have it figured out before it can really take shape

25. what’s your revision or rewriting process like?

oof ok so i tried writing this and good fucking god explaining everything i do in editing took up so much space. so this is the short answer for convenience but if anyone wants a long answer im foaming at the mouth to talk about writing stjsnystn (the rest under the cut)

the majority of my process is editing and sometimes first drafts are literally unrecognizable from the final. a lot of how i edit line by line is intuitive/vibes based, and whole scenes/arcs/pacing/flow/theme etc etc is based on a really deconstructed thought process for storytelling, to put it as briefly as i can (because this is one of the parts that got really long) its about The Why of everything going into the story. Picking details or making decisions not based rigidly on formula or trends but instead whats best for the kind of story you want to tell (and then making sure to implement it in a way that actually does that in the story).

for small works i prefer to just change shit as i see it and not worry about doing focused passes through the work, but in the steve Henderson au i literally cannot its too fucking big smhdmyxyn so in that case i do passes that span like whole writing sessions just hyperfocused on this one thing. one of my favorite passes is in-character passes where i pick one person (often dustin bc hes a main character), rewatch them a ton to get in their headspace, and go back and make sure everything they say or do fits them as if they were the sole focus if the story. I'll also do passes to focus just on medical accuracy, passes for a specific character duos to keep their story progressing and consistent, passes for ideas that stay between the lines making sure they stay consistent and understanding how much information im conveying, character's specific mindsets that their arc is about and making sure they dont have any unintentional exceptions, literally if its a thing in the text i probably need to do a pass for it so i know its consistent

also more lighthearted stuff tends to need wayyyy less editing time and its a more balanced half solo half beta process. the easiest was the claudia henderson drabble because it was really just a backstory with an active scene or two all rooted in her outside persective.

also sometimes i just start from scratch halfway through, like mr crayola henderson has one previous half-complete version in my doc fhdlas tho i guess thats how drafts are supposed to work

and this is the tldr im sorry i dont want to cut it down any more just read this one its my favourite fdhaskl

81. if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?

honestly i wouldn't have much to tell them. i didn't start writing fanfic until july of last year?? something like that and i started with the steve henderson au. maybe don't write that one about the triggering thing lol.

actually wait no. id tell them its okay to abandon projects (and maybe tell them not to make some purchases dgnxngsyn) but ye i spent a while mourning projects because they felt like they ceased to exist, but i had several screenplay outlines that probably helped me a ton. in my writing and those experiences never leave me so their existence still had a purpose and value

tldr: dont write your very recent triggers silly goose, dont cry over abandoned art

94. do you prefer dialogue or description?

i definitely prefer dialogue, and with it action descriptions because i still think in movie-medium (tho i am getting better at understanding how the FUCK prose works and especially prose pacing oh my god why can't i just hold on an actors face for several seconds of silence gAAH!!). i like saying things without saying them, i like subtly building towards something body language until a snap, i looooove making blocking relevant in a medium where you're not even seeing the movement with your eyes, and i love getting into a characters head so far that each person has a different way to word something or a different detail they focus on or a certain tick that tells the other character whats in their head.

but i struggle with internal monologue sooooooo hard, its a practiced skill im actively working on to write a characters internal logic about something but still keeping it from being too on the nose about whats really going on. like i can do it but i struggle to fill page time with it because exploring ideas at least for me usually leads to the source and thats decidedly not where the characters going! its a tuesday afternoon! they're not unpacking shit they're trying to have a third coffee!! i also struggle finding the best words for the reader to feel the text, like idk man maybe im using the onelook dictionary wrong but it just does not get me what im looking for in under three looks zgnshnsyn

tldr: dialogue and blocking, good description is witchcraft

but yee thank you again for the ask dude!! this was so much fucking fun i fucking love talking about writing and the logic process behind everything. thanks anyone seeing this for actually reading this far 💕

#ask game #fic writing #writing #writers ask game #god i love writing #thank you again again for the ask i had a blast thinking for these

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villain protects chosen one bc wtf that’s a baby

Ahhhh I finally finished this wonderful prompt sorry for the delay :') <333

"A Deal"

"The Chosen Ones" Scene/Opening (3,623 words)

Not much context is needed for this one due to the fact that this was written for this prompt and isn't part of any of my other stories but due to how many ideas I had when writing this and how much I enjoyed writing these characters I will be making this into it's own story! (Title is still in progress)

Also I want to say a shout out for my wonderful new beta @vaguelyaperson who has helped me so much with the editing process and @ipanicatmorethanjustthedisco who has been there every step of the way in the development of these characters.

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The Villain had been waiting for years to see what The Organization would throw at him. He had heard talk of them finally finding the “true Chosen One” who would be powerful enough to defeat him once and for all.

But what everyone seemed to forget is that he had originally been the Chosen One. That was when The Organization still had him under their thumb, head filled with visions and dreams of being the hero and saving the day. Eventually the fog started to lift as he began to notice the increasingly suspicious behavior and that all the promises The Organization had made didn't seem to be adding up.

Not long after, the Villain stumbled upon the truth and when he found out what they had been grooming him for he decided to end his last day with a bang, destroying the headquarters behind him.

That’s when The Organization had labeled him the false chosen one and a Villain that threatened the whole of society, essentially erasing his credibility and the truth he had discovered along with it. After that it was obvious that the whole chosen one thing was a scam.

They had lured him in, a child who needed to hear he was special by giving him exactly what he wanted. The Organization had told him that he was the one they had been looking for all these years, someone who was meant for greatness and under their teachings would go on to save the world.

The catch being that the only way to fulfill his destiny was to do everything The Organization asked—and he had for a while. Up until the moment he realized that instead of being the people’s savior like he thought he was, he was actually just The Organization’s puppet.

The Villain could still picture the false looks of innocence on their faces as they asked him to trust them, explaining that he was just too young to understand how they were shaping the world for the better. Maybe that argument would've worked a couple years earlier, but he was a lot less naive by that point and not so easy to manipulate anymore.

Instead the Villain had decided to destroy the whole building and their years of research on his way out, stopping whatever nefarious plan he was sure they had concocted in its tracks

But it looked like The Organization had rebuilt and were back again with a new “Chosen One"—that they had no doubt raised and trained to continue their previous plans and take down the terrible Villain once and for all. But this time he was stronger than he had ever been before and much more prepared. The Villain wouldn't let the Organization use or hurt anyone else, ever again.

He kept this oath in his thoughts as he pulled on his dark heavy cloak and moved through the hallway at a slow but steady pace. He wasn't eager to rush into this battle but he knew it had to be done.

If he didn’t end this here and now, then The Organization and their puppet hero would only continue to get stronger before he could figure out how to destroy them for good.

The Villain pushed open the large oak doors into the entrance hall which had dark stone walls and flickering torches that sat in sconces all along the room, contributing to the foreboding atmosphere.

It was empty of all but a throne that stood in the middle of the room, making the hall look larger than it was. He entered the room, waving dramatically to an absent audience to get himself into the correct headspace, before climbing up the dais in the and seating himself on the elegant raised chair.

The Villain always had to make a big statement, as was expected with the role he played, and he thought the throne did that just nicely. It was a large chair with a tall spiked back sculpted out of pure onyx and able to fit two grown men comfortably. The seat back and cushion was made of the finest black velvet as were the armrests—gemstone did not make for the most comfortable seating.

Just as he settled down for a nice long wait, resting back against the plush cushion—sure that the Chosen One was on their way—the doors burst open with a bang.

In the doorway stood the chosen one; framed by one of the doors, barely hanging onto its hinge for dear life and an empty space where the other should be. The Villain’s eyes slid over her form, instead glancing to the side to see where the other door had landed.

“That was dark walnut,” he muttered under his breath with a pout before clearing his throat and sitting up straighter. “You know I'm going to have to pay to repair that, don't you?” The Villain said, rolling his eyes until they finally stopped on the Chosen One.

Positioned in a defensive stance, her sword held aloft, the Chosen One looked exactly like he expected and yet nothing at all. Her eyes narrowed as she stared up at him sitting on his expensive throne, as if trying to figure out how exactly to drag him down.

And she stood firm and unyielding, covered neck down in gleaming steel armor with elaborate designs etched in gold, armor fit for a hero. But even with the armor doing its best to shield the Chosen One it couldn’t disguise the fact that the person underneath was young. So very young.

If he looked closely the Villain could tell she still hadn't gotten rid of the baby fat around her cheeks. And although her form was perfect, her short arms refusing to quiver under the weight of a sword that was at least half her size, she still looked slightly unbalanced, as if unsure of the body she was standing in. Growth spurts tended to do that to a kid—he would know.

But there was no question, she had the heart of a warrior even if her body hadn’t managed to catch up quite yet. The Villain couldn't help but laugh aloud at his own ignorance, stifling the unhinged chuckles in his gloved hand. Obviously he still had much to learn, despite his understandable assumption that he had grown smarter over all these years.

He had long been prepared to fight the next chosen one, but what he hadn't been prepared for was fighting a child. At second thought the Villain realized he should've considered it a possibility.

When The Organization had found him he had been no more than thirteen. Practically a man they had told him, ready to defend his country and protect the world. At the time he'd believed them.

No doubt she had too.

“What are you laughing at!” The chosen one snarled as she took a step towards him, pointing the tip of her sword directly at his throat. And yet she didn’t leap forward to cross the distance between them and attack as he would’ve expected.

He looked down at the girl, lowering his hand from his face, while trying not to let the despair in his smile show.

Because that's what she was. Not the chosen one, or a hero, or their savior. She was a girl. One too young to be fighting in someone else's war.

But the Villain wouldn't let them do this, he reminded himself. Not again. Not to her or anyone else. He would destroy The Organization once and for all and he would do it right this time. They would never hurt anyone else ever again and he would make sure of it, the Villain thought as he adjusted the previous plan in his head to suit this new information.

“I'm laughing at the fact that they sent a child to defeat me,” He finally replied, mentally making sure his villainous mask was still in place and hoping against all hopes his new plan would work.

“I am not a child!” The girl exclaimed in indignation, her expression turning furious.

Her fingers clenched around the sword she had pointed at him, looking even closer to using it, as if that thing could have defeated him. Even if it wasn't wielded by a child.

The girl must've been working with The Organization for years, considering her control with a sword and the power emanating from her, but it would take many more before she was strong enough to do damage to someone like him.

“If I'm not mistaken you must be around sixteen years of age. So, despite whatever The Organization might've told you, you are indeed a child,” The Villain said, doing his best to estimate her age from the information he had gathered, hoping his expression looked more like a smirk than a grimace.

The girl's eye darted away nervously for a second before snapping back to meet the Villain's eyes head on as she seemed to grow even more determined at his words.

That break in her focus—that sideways glance—his estimate of her age must've been wrong. The Organization must be taking them in younger now and he felt his heart splinter at the thought.

“And what do you know about The Organization?” She snapped, latching onto another topic, most likely realizing that she wasn't going to win the argument.

Although to the villains interest her expression looked more urgent now than defensive.

“And why do you want to know?” The Villain asked, looking down at her with a tilt to his head, doing his best to maintain his smirk.

“That's none of your business! You're going to die soon anyways. So you might as well prolong your life by telling me everything you know about them,” The girl demanded as her sword arm started to quiver, the request sounding rehearsed as if she had practiced in front of a mirror.

“Die? By your hand?” His smirk turned into a genuinely amused smile, incensing her further.

“Don't underestimate me! I'm stronger than you realize, Villain,” She snapped and his eyes narrowed into slits.

The Villain adjusted himself on his throne, crossing one leg over the other, before leaning his elbow on the onyx arm rest and placing his chin in the palm of his hand. He stared down at her with a pointed look and she smartly took a hesitant step back.

“Oh you are, are you? Well then Chosen One, I'll just tell you all I know,” The Villain said, leaning back with a sinister smile to hide his loss of temper.

“How about the fact that they track down children just like you. Children who have lost their homes and families. Who have no one to care when they go missing. Stupid children who are stupid enough to be deluded with ideas and promises of grandeur.”

“You said stupid twice,” The girl interjected, looking a tad less impressed with him.

“Look, little girl, no matter how strong or special they deceived you into thinking you are, what you really are is expendable. You are just cannon fodder to throw at their enemies until they find a shiny new child soldier to replace you.

“You will never be the hero of this world or any other. All you are and all you'll ever be is nothing. And well, the idea of a nothing like you ever defeating me, is laughable,” The Villain spat, chest heaving in reaction to the girl's arrogance, that sounded a little too familiar.

“I told you not to underestimate me! I'd like to see you call me weak after I cut you down from that garish pedestal!” The girl snarled, leaping into action.

Swinging her sword in unnecessary motions she stalked towards the throne she had just insulted.

“It would be entertaining to watch you try,” The Villain replied, obviously goading her on as he attempted to regain his composure.

She snarled once more before leaping up onto the dais at his feet. Without a moment's hesitation she sliced her sword down in a straight trajectory towards his neck. But even with a split second to react the Villain made no move to stop her. No matter the anger she had brought out in him, he would stand by his vow and do nothing to hurt this child.

The sword stopped a centimeter from his throat. The girl had even better control with a sword than he expected. She continued to hold the sword aloft in the air, chest heaving from her impassioned attack. The Villain hissed under his breath as her heavy breathing caused the sword to edge forward and graze him.

“Why didn't you stop me?” The girl demanded, pulling the sword back to her side in a precise motion.

As she stepped down from the took a few steps back her eyes never strayed from the small cut she had made on his neck where a drop of blood was beading at the surface.

“As I said before, you are a child,” The Villain began, pausing to raise his hand up when the girl opened her mouth to argue. Thankfully this time she kept silent. Lowering his hand back down, the Villain wiped away the line of blood that had formed at his neck before it could fall onto his cloak and began again.

“You are a child as I was when they recruited me. I know where your mind is at and what they told you to make you believe their lies. They brainwashed you, like they did me. Not with any crude technique like torture but with words of affection and affirmation. Tall tales of the prophecy written ages ago about a child born to be a hero, the hero of heroes who would save the world.

“Look, I know all you want is to save people, but I've been where you’re standing now and this is not the way. So tell me, how could I ever raise a hand at you when I see myself in your stance, your anger, your eyes,” He said, dropping the holier than thou act entirely

The girl’s eyes widened, her limbs going loose as if his words had cut the strings controlling her. The sound of her sword clattering to the floor seemed to pull the girl out of her stupor. Her eyes snapped back to him, sharp and clear as her body returned to fighting form on instinct, even without the protection of her weapon.

“You were…like me? Just like…me.” Her eyes widened once again, this time in understanding.

“They said you were a false chosen one. They said they realized you were the wrong one when you were overcome with power and turned against them. But that's not true is it?

The Villain watched as the girl talked herself through the same realization he had when he was seventeen years old. Her arms were still held in front of her, ever vigilant in her defense, but they were lower than before as if she didn't have the conviction to fight any longer.

“Sometimes I would overhear this man muttering under his breath when there was no one else around.

‘Beloved Chosen One. When will you come home?’

He always sounded so lost… Tell me the truth, Villain. Was that prophecy just something they used to control us…to control me? Is there even really a true chosen one? Or are you everything they say you are?”

The Villain's breath caught in his throat. There was only one person who called him beloved chosen one. He hadn’t even been sure the man was still alive after he had burned the place to the ground. Honestly at that time he probably wouldn’t have even cared.

“So you finally figured it out. The truth about them…” The Villain began as a distraction from his reaction to her words, then paused, unsure how to continue.

When preparing for the fight this outcome had not occurred to him. It felt almost too easy but yet held none of the satisfaction he would've expected it to have. He had created distance between The Organization and their hero but now there was this nagging question of what was next. The Villain quickly brushed the question aside, deciding that he would have to answer it later.

“As you can see, The Organization can't be trusted. They claim omniscience but after taking a closer look nothing they say seems to add up. I believe they were using you just like they were me.

“Using the title of chosen one and the prophecy to make us trust them and believe that what they were telling us must be right. It's what they do. They saw your potential for power and strength and used that to turn you into their weapon,” He began again, regaining his confidence with every word.

“Even if that is true, what makes you so trustworthy? If everyone seems to want something from me, then what do you want?” Her head that had lowered in thought during his theory raised again, this time with an odd look in her eyes that he couldn't place.

She was smarter than he was at her age, quicker to believe the truth, but not so gullible as to trust who it came from.

“If you allow, I'll share with you everything I learned about them when they had me dancing in the palm of their hands. It has been awhile but I'm sure there’s probably much they haven't changed about their technique.

“This should be proof enough that there is some worth to trusting me, wouldn't you agree? As for what I want from you?” The Villain paused again to think about it, what did he want from her? Unlike the former, this question wasn't so easily ignored.

Did he want the girl to join him on his crusade? No. Regardless of his hatred for The Organization, he stood by what he said. She was a child and no child should ever be fighting in someone else's war. But he knew The Organization better than anyone, her family was most likely dead, gone if lucky, slaughtered by them if less so.

Either way they had made sure she had nowhere to return to and no one to ask for help.

If she was truly going to leave The Organization like he did, that would be a problem. And if he let himself think on it for longer than a few seconds the Villain couldn’t help but feel somewhat responsible for this newly created complication.

So therein lies the question? What did he want from her? He couldn't take on a child, especially not with the crusade he was planning. And yet he couldn't just leave her out on the street to fend for herself.

He continued to think on it for a moment, watching as the girl got visibly more impatient, fists that had once been raised now crossed in front of her chest. Then it came to him. The orphanage! She would be safe and cared for there and after the Villain dropped her off he would be done with the whole thing.

“I want you to tell me everything you know about them. The more intel the easier it will be to destroy them. After that I will take you to the nearby orphanage. From my recollection it's rather nice and they will take proper care of you there,” He finally replied, clapping his hands together.

He couldn’t help but feel slightly proud of himself, his answer having wrapped everything up in a nice neat bow.

“No,” The girl stated, her voice clear and firm.

“I know it will be difficult to fully turn on the people who taught you so much but—”

“I said no! If you're going after The Organization, you're not just going to drop me off at an orphanage and be on your merry way. If you're going after them, then I will too, at your side. If what you’re saying is true then they took just as much from me as they did from you and I'm not going to let them get away with it.”

Now he recognized the look in her eyes; it was resolve. The girl had already decided and the Villain could see that no matter what he said he wouldn’t change her mind on this.

But he couldn't just take her with him. What he was doing was far too dangerous for a child to tag along. Although maybe with her by his side he could mitigate that danger. It would be a lot safer than her just going rogue after he left her at the orphanage…

“Fine, but if you're staying you're going to have to listen to everything I say. Ask all the questions you want but at the end of the day you will do what I tell you to. I will not risk both of our safeties just because you want to act out.

“Obviously I will also have to train you. This will be dangerous, far more dangerous than working for them. I need to know that you will be able to defend yourself when the time comes.

“So how about a deal? I teach you all I know, you follow orders, and we both take them down for good,” the Villain offered, holding his hand out and hoping with every bone in his body that he wasn't going to live to regret this, or even worse—die before he got the chance.

“Deal,” The girl said, reaching up to take his hand tightly in her much smaller and calloused one.

With one firm shake their fates were sealed, and the Villain realized; nothing was ever going to be the same, again.

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axiolotl · 4 months

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ive been putting a ton more on my plate lately but i kinda love it? like its definitely more obligations/commitments then ive made in...a while, but, its nice. its like im in a place (mentally, physically) to Do More Things. a quick list of what im currently doing/planning (bc im proud of myself and not allowed to tell myself im NOT doing anything):

joined my local DSA

then joined the comms committee! been doing a lot to revamp their social media and website, and help them communicate and advertise all their pro-palestine actions. ive been meeting a lot of cool local people, and have joined their housing working group too! going to some sort of DSA meeting (or action, or teach in...) basically once a week

it feels really good to flex my writing, editing, and journalism skills again. lots of PR about this stuff is informed by news judgement, and im glad im also helping teach others on the comms committee by proxy

i also reached out to an old librarian friend on a lark, and she asked if i wanted to be an outside programmer and run d&d for her middle schoolers at the library!! i said YES ABSOLUTELY and now im doing 4 sessions in april! (and getting paid????? pog). gonna be a bit of prep but im excited

then i also also decided i need to do a test run of this adventure w friends so now we're playing a 4 session campaign in March, more prep (and itll be newer people playing too so! get to teach)

am beta reading now (hi alastair) and its a really fun commitment

im also planning 2 bachelor/ette parties for two diff weddings, on top of making plans to actually go to those weddings in the summer (which has required a Lot of planning). one bachelor party basically clinched and down, one to go

also planning a trip to see the solar eclipse in april

oh and im also still in 3 other ttrpg campaigns

ive also actually committed to putting aside a budget for my double wedding boogaloo, which is Huge for me considering im always flying by the seat of my pants

i feel more confident at work. ive been there 1 year + 1 month, got my eval in, im the dept golden boy! i started networking outside the dept to collaborate more & look for better (maybe higher paying...) opportunities

so many more doctor appts. got new psychiatrist, gonna see a cardiologist, actually made an appt with an obgyn

#the one thing i havent been able to come back to is working out. post covid working out is scary #i have an appt w a cardiologist. but thats the one thing i rlly miss and could go back to #ellis.txt #i legit knew id get more confident and more involved with Everything after top surgery and i was Right.#its so freeing

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ouidamforeman · 5 months

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I got tagged to do this Ao3 tag game by @gallifreyburning!

I don't usually do these kinds of fanfiction ask games bc I'm primarily an artist and don't do much of the actual writing bits of things so my answers for these will be a little unusual lol. I'm also going to keep my answers to the fics I actually helped co-write instead of just illustrate. Shoutout to my primary writer collab partner @moveslikebucky who I do most in depth stories with! They do the writing bits and I help with ideas, plots, brainstorming, betaing, phrasing, and other little nuances! I would not have works on Ao3 without my writer partners!

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

31! Again some of which I actually helped co-write and some of which I just illustrated. A couple are solo collections of my own artwork for events and things

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

213,593. Again emphasizing that the word counts specifically are my collaborators' accomplishments lol

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Primarily the Good Omens novel but I have a good amount for the Good Omens tv show as well and one that's a Star Trek DS9 fusion

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

My most kudosed fic was written and conceptualized by a collab partner for a bang event and only illustrated by me so here are my top ones I actually did work on the story of lol. All of these are ones I did with @moveslikebucky 💛

Night of the Living Boyfriend! (367)

I won't have a life (until you're dead) (346)

go where I go, do what I must (304)

his fragrant garland (267)

Marginalia (227)

5. do you respond to comments?

I like to when someone comments about the art specifically, and I sometimes do when a comment mentions a story element or something that I worked a lot on or is a question about something I have insight on. I'm bad at keeping up with my inbox though so most of the time I leave replying to comments to my collab partners lol

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

Sad endings aren't really my thing so stories I work on don't usually have them. However I like subverting traditional character and genre ideas so stuff I do with Buckie sometimes has weird endings that are happy for the characters but scary or disturbing otherwise, like (spoilers) in starlit nights (I saw you) will hopefully have when we finish it

But in terms of actual angstiest I think that would probably be I think about you which ends with miserable pining and crying jsgfjdfjffgj. Thank Buckie for that ending though not me lol

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

Most of my works have happy endings but my favorites are probably the AUs Buckie and I like to do where the characters end up in a more peaceful and free place than they could have expected at the beginning 🩷 My favorites of these are probably our the blood is the life series about vampires, whose fics all have or will have happy endings that I love, go where I go, do what I must whose universe will always be happy and we have plans to continue, and formation displays of affection which is about sooooo so softly falling in love for marginalized characters. Probably his fragrant garland as well because I want to live in pastoral ancient Greek fantasyland too tbh

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I've ever gotten straight up hate on one of my collabs or solo works but one time we got a ridiculous comment on formation displays of affection (which is about an autistic robot and an autistic human falling in love) about how it was disrespectful to autistic people and that this person was at their last straw with us for whatever reason as well as a mini essay about why its bad to depict robot autistic characters lol. I don't think they actually read the fic bc I had to reply to them explaining that it was specifically about my own experience being autistic and Buckie's being ADHD and how we wanted to subvert the "robot isn't human and is therefore inferior" trope with a story about two people with divergent neurology, one of whom is a person who happens to be an android, finding love and commonality together. It was just weird and sort of disrespectful to be told I was being ableist against myself when I made the characters specifically partially to reflect my own experience lmao

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

Yeah all the gd time (as far as brainstorming how it'll go and drawing it etc, Buckie is the one good at the actual writing part!) . I love erotica and the emotions and concepts it can communicate. Most of my Ao3 works are smut varying from tender stuff to weird raunchy kink things about monsters. It's always as genuine and queer as I can possibly make it if that's a "kind" lol

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

I'm not really a big fan of crossovers in general but I do have a couple fusions (characters from one fandom set in an AU based on the universe of another) I've done with collaborators! My favorite and probably the really unusual one is Reclamation and Reconnaissance, a long term collaborative project I've been doing with a team, which is a Good Omens/Star Trek DS9 fusion set in a Bajoran farming community of refugees

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of but like who knows with AI scraping these days

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not as of now but that wold be amazing

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

Yep as is obvious from the rest of my answers that's most of my Ao3 library lol

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Aziraphale and Crowley obviously just based on how thoroughly and quickly they completely took over my creative output and destroyed my brain

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

I'm not sure? All my unfinished stuff on Ao3 we do plan on finishing eventually even if it's a little unfeasible like with Reclamation and Reconnaissance lol. The real answer is definitely Grow Better though which was a bang event collab my partner went awol for before it was complete (and no hard feelings it's p old by now)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding concepts and characterization I think? And obviously the most prominent thing I contribute is illustrations

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I actually used to write fic solo by myself but as I got older my brain stopped sort of. being able to do the logistics of putting words in order to form a plot? to the point where actually writing whole things was more trouble than it was worth when my strength that i enjoyed the process of more was illustrating the same ideas visually. So the logistics of getting from one image in my head to the next all in words is something my brain is just terrible at which is why I like working with writers

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

I don't really do it but it's fine if done well idk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Obviously these are collabs still but rn it's probably quenched like the burning thorns bc I'm rly happy with the feel of the art in it and how it matches the prose and bc rereading it is like opening a gift over and over again, and I'm also really proud of the art I managed to do for Marginalia, but overall it's probably I won't have a life (until you're dead) and its series bc like we managed to make a whole fully illustrated vampire novella with coherent worldbuilding and themes for that one that I still just really like and makes me feel warm and fuzzy lol

All done! I'm gonna tag my friends @moveslikebucky and @fenrislorsrai to do this if they want 💛

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You’ve taught me so much. I can now say I understand a little bit bette why people love this series so much. It really is good. (i was just in it for Sun/Moon but I guess I should look into investing in a timeshare)

Ah, heh. Yeah, they're in the Pizzaplex, which is kinda a whole different part of FNAF from all the stuff I talked about in that post. I did say I'd do a summary of the Pizzaplex era lore, too, so! Here goes!

Also, for Sun and Moon specifically, there's this really great document where folks have compiled all of Sun and Moon's lore!

Fazbear Entertainment - still its own company though not run by William or Henry anymore - at one point, tried to improve their reputation by, in-universe trying to make it seem like all the events of the company's past were just fictional. In an attempt to do this AND profit off of this, they started developing the Freddy Fazbear Virtual Experince (Help Wanted VR). The company they hired to develop the game was sent a box of old animatronic parts recovered from the burned down Pizzeria - including some old circuit boards that they were asked to scan, digitize and upload into the game to help development along. It would seem that one of those circuit boards may or may not have come from William's body, Scraptrap, where William's soul still existed, as he was being tormented by Cassidy. Because, soon, a glitch began to appear in the game - looking like a man dressed up in a golden rabbit suit. Glitchtrap.

In Help Wanted VR, you play as a beta tester for the game named Vanessa. By playing through the game, she winds up allowing Glitchtrap to manifest himself in the game more and more until he's able to communicate with and, eventually, possess Vanessa - making her dress up as a bunny and go by the name Vanny. And he had her set her sights on the newest Fazbear location - the Pizzaplex.

Now, the Pizzaplex is kinda odd. It's the first Fazbear Entertainment facility that was built without Afton being involved. As such, the animatronics aren't (as far as I can tell) powered by Remnant - but really are basically sentient AIs in super high-tech robot bodies. There's the main performers - the Glamrocks: Glamrock Freddy, Glamrock Chica, Roxanne Wolf, and Montgomery Gator.

There's also a Glamrock Bonnie, but… he's out of commission. There's evidence to suggest Monty attacked him, buuut there's also evidence to suggest Monty was framed. Either way, though… Freddy and Bonnie were best friends, possibly in love, and poor Freddy misses him horribly.

Then, there's the Daycare Attendant - Sun and Moon! Two AIs who share a body, switching back and forth based on lights on or lights off.

And, in the arcade, there's DJ Music Man and his little mini Music Men. There's not a lot to him but he's big and cool and I like him a lot, hehe. And there are the Staff Bots - humanoid bots that can be programmed by the staff to hand basic tasks like handing out maps, cleaning floors, fetching animatronics for repairs, things like that. There's a LOT of Staff Bots rolling around the place. They seem to have largely replaced the human staff.

The place is still dangerous in that Fazbear Entertainment is a shady fuckin company that doesn't abide by OSHA regulations and could really not care less about child endangerment, but… the animatronics themselves actually don't seem possessed or evil or powered by Remnant or anything initially. In fact, they're generally apparently nice to be around, and can form emotional bonds to each other and to humans. They're just kinda. people. living a good life of chilling out and entertaining kids and having a fun time. And things are good. (It IS built on top of the site of the old Pizzeria, but like. it's fine. it's cool. there's a big, melted amalgamation of animatronics from the pizzeria called The Blob that exists bc of that, but. that's probably fine. whatever the hell that thing is.)

But things go south when Vanessa, possessed by Glitchtrap, becomes a security guard at the Pizzaplex and begins infecting the animatronics with Glitchtrap, who turns them most of them hostile and dangerous. It all comes to a boil one night when a kid who is likely homeless and may have been living in the Pizzaplex, Gregory, gets trapped in there after being chased by Vanny. He spends the night getting chased down by the corrupted animatronics. The only one who isn't corrupted is Freddy - as he glitched out and switched to safety mode right as the infection was taking place. Gregory explains to him that kids have been going missing lately, and that if someone doesn't do something, they'll keep going missing. So, Freddy spends the night trying to keep Gregory safe and help him get to the bottom of things.

There's some evidence to suggest that one of the first animatronics Glitchtrap infected and turned dangerous was Moon. It seems to be the case that Sun and Moon both used to be really excellent Daycare Attendants - Sun handling playtime with the kids when the lights were on, and Moon handling naptime and bedtime when the lights were off. And it sounds like Moon used to be really good at his job - gentle with kids and good with putting them to sleep. But… things started to go wrong because of Glitchtrap. Some sort of accident must have happened with Moon, because now, when we go to the daycare in the game, there are bright lights on at all times, backup generators to keep those lights on, and Sun basically begging us to never, ever turn the lights out - so it seems to be implied that after getting infected, Moon wound up attacking someone, and so, the Pizzaplex just kinda… tries to keep the lights on at all times so that he can't be active anymore.

So, Gregory spends the night trying to survive with Freddy, dodging the animatronics, and trying to figure out what's going on and stop it. He winds up attacking Chica, Roxy, and Monty, both to keep himself safe from them, but also to obtain special upgrades they had that would make Freddy more capable of helping him survive and get where he needed to go. Namely, he took Chica's voicebox, Roxy's eyes, and Monty's claws, leaving them all destroyed. But, at some point, Freddy winds up being taken out of the picture - either infected by Glitchtrap as well, or torn limb from limb by Staff Bots, depending on the ending, leaving Gregory to sort things out in the end.

Eventually, one of two things happen, depending on the ending. In one, he goes down through a sinkhole into the Pizzaplex to what seems to be the remains of the Pizzeria underneath. There, he discovers an endoskeleton covered in the remains of a corpse and wearing part of a rabbit costume - known as Burntrap. It was, at first, assumed that Burntrap was what was left of William Afton's body because. that would make sense. That doesn't seem to be the case, but I'll get to that in a bit. In this ending, Gregory also discovers the Blob, who attacks him as he tries to stop Burntrap. Gregory winds up escaping, and the Blob turns on Burntrap and grabs him, dragging him away, back into the depths of the ruins. This isn't what seems to be the canon ending, but it is still relevant!

In the other ending, the one that seems to be canon, Gregory discovers that, in order to keep her posssessed, Glitchtrap has trapped Vanessa's consciousness or soul has been trapped inside an arcade game - Princess Quest, in arcade cabinets all across the Pizzaplex. Gregory plays through all of these games and, in doing so, eventually sets Vanessa's consciousness free, and Glitchtrap loses control of her. The two of them find Freddy - or, what remains of him. His head. And the three leave the Pizzaplex together, leaving all the infected animatronics behind.

Eventually, either way, the Pizzaplex burns down, and falls into ruin.

Buuut... there's this thing called the Mimic. So, long story short - the Mimic was built by an inventor named Edwin Murray, to be a playmate for his son, David. The Mimic was designed to copy any behaviors it witnessed, could copy voices as well, and could stretch or shrink to be able to wear any animatronic suit it came across. David and the Mimic were best friends until David, one day, got killed in a car accident. Edwin, stricken with grief, was left with only the Mimic as a reminder of his son. And when it started mimicking some of David's old behaviors at Edwin to try and communicate with him, Edwin lost it and lashed out at the Mimic, attacking it and tearing it apart, leaving it for dead. But Fazbear folks learned about the Mimic eventually, and decided something like that could come in handy, so they sent folks to go collect it. And it used what it learned by being torn apart by Edwin to, well, tear them apart.

This went on for a while before they eventually managed to capture it and bring it back to the Pizzaplex, where they planned to mass produce it so that they could use its ability to mimic witnessed behavior as a shortcut to bypass having to program each and every endoskeleton they wanted to use. However, one employee, who was tasked with dismantling old endoskeletons, decided to borrow it to get it to do the work for him. He taught it how to dismantle the endoskeletons - rip off their heads and their arms. And you'll never GUESS what it started doing to humans!! So, they scrapped the idea of mass producing it, and planned to destroy it, but they weren't quite able to catch it. So, it went around, causing mayhem and continuously learning and adapting, watching the whole fiasco with Gregory over the security cameras.

And it seems?? like the Mimic was Burntrap. The corpse it was wearing wasn't William's - it was a lady it had attacked and crushed inside a suit in the books. But it does, at least, seem like the Mimic was also being influenced by Glitchtrap. So, Gregory and Vanessa escaped, and I'm guessing Vanessa explained the situation with Glitchtrap and how he was the thing behind everything and that he's still influencing the Mimic, making it even more dangerous than it already was to begin with. So, Vanessa finds a way to trap the Mimic in the ruins of the Pizzaplex, using a security system she's designed to scare, chase off, or attack any intruders that might potentially be lured into setting the Mimic free. The security system is called MXES!

But… the Mimic finds a way to reach out to one of Gregory's friends, Cassie, by mimicking Gregory and asking her to come save him from where he's trapped in the Pizzaplex. She's given a mask - Vanny's old mask - to wear, which implants a chip in her head, allowing her to interact with the virtual world, and the security system Vanessa set up to keep the Mimic trapped. Cassie ventures into the ruins, where she meets all the destroyed animatronics that were left behind. She winds up helping some of them. She gets Chica a new voicebox, and when she gets to the Daycare - where Moon is still in control due to it being all dark in the ruins, and is desperately trying to stay in control after being kept inactive for so long - Sun, reaching out to Cassie through her mask, begs her to reboot them. She manages to do so, which brings them back online as Eclipse - a combination of their two AIs, that seems to exist when they're in safety mode and works to keep things safe and tidy and fix whatever necessitated them being put in safety mode. It seems like Sun and Moon are both stable and in control now, Eclipse gently shoos Cassie out of the daycare so they can clean, and Sun thanks Cassie for helping them.

And Cassie used to come to the Pizzaplex a lot as a kid, and Roxy was always her favorite, and she has a happy memory of celebrating her birthday with her. Roxy remembers her, and in doing so, manages to snap out of Glitchtrap's influence and try to help her, but… the Mimic eventually tricks her into shutting Roxy down. And eventually, Cassie goes down to where the Mimic has been leading her and she helps it shut down MXES and set itself free. And she's horrified when she realizes that it was never Gregory she was following down there. The Mimic chases her, and there are a couple of endings. She either manages to get it into a Scooping room, where it gets scrapped, or… it pretends to be Gregory again to make her think Gregory is betraying her and hacks the elevator she's trying to escape in, making it fall, and trapping down there with it.

Annnd… that brings us up to the present, really! There's still a lot that's kinda not super clear in the lore right now - there's debate over whether Glitchtrap really is William or if it's the Mimic's AI, and it's not clear if Glitchtrap still has any influence over the animatronics after the Princess Quest ending and into Ruin, but... this is just how I've come to understand things!

#fnaf #pardon my infodump

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